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Christmas Rendezvous Part II, Chapter Twenty Eight
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Mynee adjusted her robes around her ankles and smiled warmly to Nikolas, her brown eyes tinted with perturbed red. She was sitting in a
darkly coloured study, watching his every move.
"Thank you for welcoming me so willingly into your home Milord."
The dark haired man sat on the bloody crimson chair across from hers.
"Nonsense, this is your home as well. All Vampyres can find a home in this castle.
She nodded slowly. "All right. Do you know where Evi is?"
"Evi? I am sorry; I do not recognize that name."
"Evig Sol is his proper name. He is my familiar, he is a thupalp. He came with me and I haven't seen him since I was knocked out."
He looked at her for a moment, before something clicked. "Oh!" He said in realization. "You mean the wonderful chap who tried to attack Jacobith
when he entered the castle? I do believe he is sleeping in my bed chamber. I took to him instantly, a superb fellow."
She giggled quietly into her hand at the thought of Evi attacking anyone, he usually did not have the energy to keep the small insects that
fluttered about him at bay. "He attacked Jacobith? Well, he truly is my familiar."
"Why do you say that?"
"He hit me when I told him I planned on transporting us here with my mind. Is it not a terribly common gift? He said only your wife was able to do
it."
Nikolas's face became quite downcast as he steepled his fingers on the desk before him. "None of our kind, safe the eldest, who are now all dead
with the exception of my self, have that ability."
"And so this makes me stand out from the rest?"
"Yes, it is almost a sign that you were changed so you could perform some immense task."
Her brow furrowed slightly as she brushed a speck of nonexistent dirt from the rich ruby fabric of her dress. She decided to wait a little while
before asking him about the task he was speaking about, she had some more pressing questions at the moment.
"Milord, what is the difference between our kind and Vampires? I know so little about Vampyres..."
"Ah yes...Firstly, you may call me Nikolas, when you say Milord it makes me feel so old. Well, a Vampire is everything you have heard about in
legends. They are the ones who can't stand the sunlight, strong smells, silver, religious artifacts...-"
"Mi-Nikolas, I thought their aversion to holy objects like crosses and such was only a legend." She interrupted.
"No, they are far darker then our own kind."
"What about the whole thing where they have to be invited into a house, is that true for them or us?"
A rich, baritone laughed came from him as he looked at her with molten fire hues. "No, no, that is completely incorrect Miss Granger. We and they
can enter any house we choose. None of that silly nonsense stands in our way."
"What about us? What are our weaknesses?"
"Blood. Just like a Vampire, but our single weakness that we are born with is our thirst for blood. Our need for mortal's life force is far stronger then
theirs. They must feed once a month, we at least once a week. In that aspect our race is weaker then theirs."
Mynee was quiet for a second as she filed away this new information. "How do we die? I have been wounded so many times, but the injuries I was
sure would prove fatal, don't even leave me with a scratch."
"We burn, just like everything else in this world. Beheading is also a very simple way of being killed, it is not used as much anymore, but was
extremely popular during the seventeen and eighteen hundreds."
She shuddered slightly. "I need not ask about Vampires, I have seen enough movies and read more then enough books to allow me the knowledge
on how to bring about their deaths." He nodded. "There are a few things I would greatly appreciate you explaining to me. Firstly, why is your last
name and the Vampire royals so similar and what the hell does Alora and Alor mean?"
Nikolas rested his cheek in one of his hands as he instinctively took in a breath. Even after so many years of being dead, his body still thought it
was alive at times. "To explain your first question, I will have to tell you a story. Do you mind?" With a shake of her head he continued. "Hundreds
of years ago, during the reign Arthur Pendragon who ceased the fighting in Britain and brought it together, there was a man who was the lord over
a large plot of land. His name was Lord Merric and he had one son and a single daughter. The Great War of that time settled over his land and all of
those who lived on his land were murdered by foreign blades and when the fighting had ceased, his entire family was dead. His only children had
been murdered in their sleep and he came to know what true pain was. He followed the old religion and he prayed to the Mother for his offspring's
souls. To his great surprise, his daughter, Gwendolyn, opened her eyes and began to speak. He was overjoyed when he learnt that his son was
alive too, asking for him. His son seemed to be extremely sickly and he could never go outside in the sun, yet Gwendolyn was her normal self. It
was not until a week later when his two children turned on him and murdered him. They were the first of the Vampires and Vampyres. The Mother
favoured Merric, but turned his wish into a curse. That is why our species is by woman and Vampires by men. They banned together and moved far
away to present day Transylvania where no one knew who they were. They both took the name Dracula and lived under the guise of being a baron
and his sister. They lived in peace until they quarreled horribly over how many times Gwendolyn had to kill that she changed her name and left. Our
kinds have hated each other and fought fiercely ever since. Generations of Vampyres came from her and my own Hermione was her great-great-
great-great-great granddaughter."
"So, that's why she became Queen?"
"Yes, she was a born Vampyre; most of our kind has been changed at one point or another. I took her name as is the custom with our people. Now
on to your second question, Alora means Lady and Alor means Lord. It is a sign of respect."
"That makes sense. Why does no one here think I am a Vampyre?"
"Well Hermione...What is your middle name?"
"Anne."
"Do you mind horribly if I address you by that? Hermione reminds me so of..."
A soft smile crossed Mynee's lips as she nodded slowly. "Of course, I do not mind in the slightest."
"Wonderful. Anne, you do not look like the typical Vampyre. Most of us have black hair and orange, yellow, or lime green eyes. You on the other
hand have brown hair and lovely red brown eyes which I have never seen before and I have been around for many years. You truly do look like a
mortal and that is a complement most rarely hear."
She stretched and then settled her hands in her lap. "Is there any significance to the fact that your wife and I have the same first name?"
"Actually, there is a direct correlation between your names. My Hermione promised me as she was dying that another with her name would come
and save our kind. That is you, I hope. What she said has become know as The Legend."
"Have there been other Hermiones?"
"Yes, there was one other about twenty years ago. She did not survive the changing process so it was clear she was not the proper one. I truly
hope you are because we won't survive much longer."
Mynee sighed quietly and rubbed the back of her neck for a moment, her thumb brushing against the ever present fang marks that showed that
she had been changed. Strangely enough, the two small, faintly silver marks had never disappeared, just faded until they were barely visible.
"Nikolas, where are the rest of our kind? I only counted about eighty in throne room."
A look of deep sadness crossed his laugh line wrinkled face. "Those are all that is left of our once majestic species. Since my beloved was
murdered, we have been killed off to near extinction. We will all be dead within the century. We need someone who can help us, bring us back to
how we were before she died."
She knew instantly he was asking her for this desperately needed aid. She looked at him and nodded slowly. "I will help you. Please, tell me what I
must do."
"You must die." He said simply, his facial expression neutral. .
(AN: I'll stop here now my pretties...squeaks and avoids the onslaught of rotting veggies ALL RIGHT! Continue reading...)
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burn to death or..." She then understood that she was acting like a terrified mortal and quietly hung her head. "I am sorry...Please continue."
"My Hermione is in the Land of the Dead that is where all souls go when they die, we are no exception. She told me as her life slipped away that it
was possible for someone to die when it was not their time. They would have a single day in Death before their souls were put back into their
bodies in Life. She said that if that person had latched onto another, that other being would be taken back as well."
Mynee's mouth hung open. What he was proposing was utterly preposterous! It defied all logic and everything she had ever been taught. Everyone
died and lived once. There was no coming back from wherever one goes when one dies. A slight shiver ran through her as she looked at him like he
had sprouted several hundred new noises all over his face. She brought her other hand up from her lap and cradled her face in it. It was just too
weird, she had defeated Voldemort the year before and that was enough adventure to last her for a decade to come. Nikolas seemed to sense her
distress and leaned closer over the table. He gently touched her shoulder with his finger tips, causing her to shoot upwards in surprise.
"Wha??" She took one look at his face, which was far too close to her own, and almost toppled the chair back in her attempt to get some space
between them. "Dude, some space will ya? Do we have to get married or something? I have boyfriend back home and I love him very much..."
He let out a bark of laughter and settled himself back in his chair. "Oh Goddess no...A Vampyre loves but once and I have already met my love."
She grinned sheepishly and ran a hand through her hair. "Oh good, cause I really love Draco and...Should I tell him? I'm afraid he won't accept me."
Nikolas smiled to her in a fatherly way. "If you believe you truly love him and he loves you back with the same intensity, then tell him. He will still
care about you regardless of what you are. That is true love."
She sighed quietly and looked up at him with sad eyes. "But he is the last Malfoy...He is supposed to keep that race on. If we stay together, his
line will die out and it will be completely fault. I couldn't do that to him." She whispered quietly, her eyes downcast.
He gently touched one of her hands, the one that rested on the desk, his orange hues warm. "I have heard of the Malfoys, how do you know this
boy is any different then those before him?"
"Because of his mother. Narcissa brought him up while Lucius...Lucius wasn't there to put it simply. She would be heartbroken if she lost her only
son; he's all she has left after I killed Lucius." She showed no remorse at mention of one of her murders.
"Would it be any help if I gave refuge for his mother here?"
"I am touched that you would offer, but what is to keep the others from feeding from her if she strays from the quarters she is given? In some
ways that would be harder for Draco to loose her that way...Would he ever be able to see her if he was changed?"
"There would be nothing or anyone stopping him from doing so Anne."
A slight smile touched her lips. "If he freaks out I can always obliviate the memory. I know it's illegal, but it'd be better then having my future
career demolished because he let my secret slip."
He leaned back in his chair as he watched her. For half a moment something flickered in them and before she could grasp it, the flame was gone.
"I understand that it will take you some time to come to terms with the task you have promised to undertake. If you have any more questions,
please, I'm here to answer them."
Mynee got to her feet and smiled to him before walking to towards the door. Just before she stepped out, she turned her head so she could speak.
"Where may I feed?"
"Do you remember where your quarters are?" She nodded. "Return there and I will get Jacobith to lead you down to the dungeons."
Her brow furrowed slightly. "Right, you should seriously consider giving the human's better quarters. They are hideous and it is unhealthy. Evi,
come love."
She projected the last sentence to where ever her familiar was and let out a very soft giggle when the animal projected himself at her. When his
body collided with hers, she smacked into the half open door, closing it as she slid down its length to the ground.
"Big oaf." She muttered affectionately, rubbing his furry head with a tender caress.
Nikolas watched her and smiled faintly, a very quiet voice in the back of his head whispering quietly that she was the one.
She looked up from the warm eyes of Evi and flashed a beaming grin at him. She pushed herself up onto her feet and rested her hand on her pet's
neck. "Thank you for watching him, he's such a pest."
It was clear to the man that the creature said something due to the faintly pink blush settling over her cheeks and creeping down her neck. He
laughed quietly and shook his head. "He has been deeply asleep since he arrived; he hasn't been any trouble at all."
Another blinding smile was given to him, before Mynee reopened the door and walked out of the office, her familiar padding obediently behind her.
Just as it closed, he sat down and sighed.
"I hope his death is not the catalyst to her death."
(AN: OOOHHHHH!!! laughs Oh, the wonders of foreshadowing)
Mynee was flopped out on the deep blue comforter of her temporary bed. The walls of the all the rooms in her quarters were a soft cream
colour and the carpets were a deep red that looked extremely good with the walls. All the furniture was the same shade of kingfisher blue that her
bed was. She pressed her face into the pillow, trying to ignore the hyper voice of Evi.
'...then I actually caught the little pixie and just as I was...'
"Evi, you know how much I love you, right?" He nodded his head in a very humanlike way. "Then please, if you like being a thupalp and don't want
to be a warty toad, stop."
His voice ceased mid rant and a feeling of childlike guilt swept through her mind. She laughed quietly into the soft material her head was nearly
surrounded in, the sound pleasantly muffled. She pushed it away from her and grinned at him, her brown eyes dancing. She had just gotten an
image of Draco with his arms wrapped around her waist and her body pressed full against his.
"What the hell was that image for? Now I really miss him."
'Oh, you mean I sent that memory to you? I didn't know..."
She scowled and smacked his back with the cobalt coloured pillow. "Evil."
'No no, it's Evi. There's no L in it.'
She was about to reply when the door to her chambers flung open and a particularly irate looking Jacobith stood in the doorway. She heaved a
massive sigh and pushed herself off the bed. She leaned against the bedpost, a doe expression on her face.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
"I'm supposed to lead you down to the Feeding Cells."
She wrinkled her nose slightly and brushed one of her hands against a tiny, almost nonexistent meant to be there wrinkle on the part of her dress
covering her thigh. "That's a horrid name for them, isn't Death Room a little better?"
He ignored her but turned a slightly angry eye to the growling familiar on the bed. He took a half step out of the room and looked at Mynee with
cold hues.
"You best come now or I will leave you to find it by yourself."
She pushed her dislike for this man away for a moment and nodded. "All right, just a moment. I want to change." She walked to the door, shutting
and locking it right in his face.
She faintly heard him mutter under his breath about the vain tendencies of her gender. She simply giggled quietly and shrugged out of the elegant
gown she had met Nikolas in and sauntered over to her armoire in nothing but her knickers. She pawed through her clothing until she found one of
her favourite pairs of low slung black jeans and an equally dark long sleeve shirt. She threw them on and stuffed her feet into a pair of spike heeled
ebony leather boots. She tossed some of her brownish hair over her shoulder and strode back to the door, opening it slowly.
"All right, I'm ready. I have a request, but I doubt you'll even consider it, you being the creature you are and all." Jacobith visibly bristled at her
words and she took that as a sign to continue. "Treat me like I'm a mortal. I'd rather not kill anyone who's truly an innocent, it's bad for my
karma."
"Karma?" He said his brow rose slowly.
She snorted quietly and waved to her familiar before closing the door behind her, shoving him out of the way. "You wouldn't understand, so just
drop it. But will you?"
"Yes, only because you said I wouldn't."
"I figured as much." She muttered softly. "Lead away Jacobitch, lead away."
He scowled at her nickname for him and turned on his heel, storming off. She let out a giggle and followed him, twirling some of her hair around her
forefinger, acting like the girls who had tormented her when she had gone to muggle elementary schools.
Moments later Jacobith came to a screeching halt outside of a large, wooden door that literally expelled terror. Mynee gave a little shiver
and wrapped her hands around her elbows as if to ward off the fear rolling around her. He smirked at her and roughly grabbed her by the bicep and
shoulder. She let out a soft squeak from his bruising grip and glared darkly at him.
"Loosen up a little? I hate bruises."
"Too bad chit, have to be rough if you want this to be believable."
She sighed and nodded slowly. "Whatever...I'm hungry, let's hurry this up."
Seconds later the door was kicked open and she was thrown in. She let out a soft scream when she landed, ripping up the flesh on her hands as
she broke her fall with them. A chilling slamming noise echoed around the relatively large room and she forced a terrified sob to slip from her lips.
She turned scared eyes up to the congregated people, noticing the majority of them were women. A single one with poofy, obviously dyed blond
hair strutted over, her frigid blue eyes taking in her well dressed appearance in a heart beat.
"Listen up Newbie, I don't know who you are, but I'm the boss around here and you better get used to it. I'll make your life hell until one of those
guys comes and takes you away, you got it?"
She forced herself to nod like she was petrified and the other woman stalked off. Another with pure black hair and soft grass green eyes scuttled
over and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"That's Madeline, she thinks she's God's gift to men. She's really just a stuck up bitch who make's our lives a living hell. My name's Rachel."
"Aradia." She choked out, using her favourite name from her childhood.
Rachel nodded and hugged her tightly. "We're all scared here. None of us know what we're doing here. Most of us don't even know how we got
here. I personally think we were kidnapped and are being held ransom, not like my family would care much. They would like to leave me here with
muggles..." She quickly stopped speaking and looked at the ground, her oh so mortal body heating up with a blush.
Mynee barely understood that she had said the word muggle, her brain completely fried by the smell of her bloody rising so close to her skin. She
licked her suddenly dry lips, nodding absently.
"Madeline." She called, dropping the weak little mortal façade for a moment.
The blond turned her head, a sneer pulling up one side of her mouth. It astounded Mynee as to how much she looked like Draco in that single
moment. She shook herself a little and pushed her body up onto her feet, not noticing that her hands were perfectly healed again. She saw out of
the corner of her eyes that the other humans in the room seemed to sense that she was not one of them and scurry into the semi-darkness of the
corners. She forced those thoughts away and glared at the snobby woman in front of her.
"No on bosses me around, not even the bloody Voldemort had that right." She did not really care if there were muggles listening, none of them
would ever get out alive. "And especially not you, a fucking stuck-up human," she spat out the word like it was something filthy, "has the right to
tell me what to do."
Madeline looked at her in confusion and then came to terms with her instincts. Her eyes widened and a horrified cry erupted from her lips. Mynee
sneered cruelly at her, her subconscious unable to believe she was acting so horribly. She was about to snap some horrible comment to the
quivering human before her, when she realized she was acting almost exactly like Draco had when he first learnt about her heritage. She closed her
eyes for a brief second and then reached out, grabbing the woman's shoulder hard enough to break the bone.
"I'm sorry." She whispered quietly, a trace of sadness in her rapidly reddening hues.
All the people in the room screamed in terror when Mynee's fangs erupted out of her mouth and drove home in Madeline's neck. She was perfectly
oblivious to everyone else as she felt that life blood pour into her mouth, returning the colour to her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes. Moments
passed and the only sound was the faint sucking noise of her draining the body in her arms of all of it's fluids. It was not until someone threw a
small pebble at her, it hitting her somewhere in her back region, that she dropped the corpse. She whipped around and glared at Rachel, her eyes a
bloodcurdling crimson.
"Do not screw with me pet." She hissed, suddenly incensed that someone dare interrupt her feeding.
"You killed her! You fucking monster!"
"You know nothing of monster Rachel, nothing at all." She said, her anger flaring in her eyes but not her voice.
The girl, she really was no older then fifteen, clenched her hands into fists and was about to say something else when Mynee lifted a hand. "Don't
bother saying anything, it won't bring her back. I'll clear her carcass up, wouldn't want any of you contracting anything now would I? Oh Rachel,
don't look at me like that. You kill animals to feed yourselves, I kill humans to fill my belly. It's all the same."
"You'll go to Hell."
"I would if I could dahling, but sadly, I'm already dead." She smiled sweetly and heaved the cadaver over her shoulder. "Ta ta for now my dears,
I'm sure you'll be seeing me again." She skipped, literally, out of the cells.
The moment she was out and the door was closed behind her, she dropped the body, sliding down the wall in shame. She had treated those
humans no better then a farm animal, she had treated them as if they were simply her food. She refused to do that, but how else would she be
able to feed? The blood tasted all the sweeter when her victim was afraid...
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Hehe, second installment is out! Should be one more after this one, I think...
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Foamy the Squirrel
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Gwenivive: Thanks.
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LosOgosDeVida: Hermione is special, she was changed so she could complete The Legend, which you'll learn more. All the other Vampyres can talk through their minds, just none of them spoke with Mynee.
Samurai Amaya: Fudge should die.
Ozzy: I don't think there's any insulting of people in this chapter...Just a little bit of poking at Jacobith's name.
may-ann: Thank you! Cause Snape is hot...
heikaru: I've had a lot of time on my hands...You might see it yet! Perhaps if I need some filler it'll get thrown in. Thank you! I lub you! Me likey your name.
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Christmas Rendezvous Part II, Chapter Twenty Eight
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Mynee adjusted her robes around her ankles and smiled warmly to Nikolas, her brown eyes tinted with perturbed red. She was sitting in a
darkly coloured study, watching his every move.
"Thank you for welcoming me so willingly into your home Milord."
The dark haired man sat on the bloody crimson chair across from hers.
"Nonsense, this is your home as well. All Vampyres can find a home in this castle.
She nodded slowly. "All right. Do you know where Evi is?"
"Evi? I am sorry; I do not recognize that name."
"Evig Sol is his proper name. He is my familiar, he is a thupalp. He came with me and I haven't seen him since I was knocked out."
He looked at her for a moment, before something clicked. "Oh!" He said in realization. "You mean the wonderful chap who tried to attack Jacobith
when he entered the castle? I do believe he is sleeping in my bed chamber. I took to him instantly, a superb fellow."
She giggled quietly into her hand at the thought of Evi attacking anyone, he usually did not have the energy to keep the small insects that
fluttered about him at bay. "He attacked Jacobith? Well, he truly is my familiar."
"Why do you say that?"
"He hit me when I told him I planned on transporting us here with my mind. Is it not a terribly common gift? He said only your wife was able to do
it."
Nikolas's face became quite downcast as he steepled his fingers on the desk before him. "None of our kind, safe the eldest, who are now all dead
with the exception of my self, have that ability."
"And so this makes me stand out from the rest?"
"Yes, it is almost a sign that you were changed so you could perform some immense task."
Her brow furrowed slightly as she brushed a speck of nonexistent dirt from the rich ruby fabric of her dress. She decided to wait a little while
before asking him about the task he was speaking about, she had some more pressing questions at the moment.
"Milord, what is the difference between our kind and Vampires? I know so little about Vampyres..."
"Ah yes...Firstly, you may call me Nikolas, when you say Milord it makes me feel so old. Well, a Vampire is everything you have heard about in
legends. They are the ones who can't stand the sunlight, strong smells, silver, religious artifacts...-"
"Mi-Nikolas, I thought their aversion to holy objects like crosses and such was only a legend." She interrupted.
"No, they are far darker then our own kind."
"What about the whole thing where they have to be invited into a house, is that true for them or us?"
A rich, baritone laughed came from him as he looked at her with molten fire hues. "No, no, that is completely incorrect Miss Granger. We and they
can enter any house we choose. None of that silly nonsense stands in our way."
"What about us? What are our weaknesses?"
"Blood. Just like a Vampire, but our single weakness that we are born with is our thirst for blood. Our need for mortal's life force is far stronger then
theirs. They must feed once a month, we at least once a week. In that aspect our race is weaker then theirs."
Mynee was quiet for a second as she filed away this new information. "How do we die? I have been wounded so many times, but the injuries I was
sure would prove fatal, don't even leave me with a scratch."
"We burn, just like everything else in this world. Beheading is also a very simple way of being killed, it is not used as much anymore, but was
extremely popular during the seventeen and eighteen hundreds."
She shuddered slightly. "I need not ask about Vampires, I have seen enough movies and read more then enough books to allow me the knowledge
on how to bring about their deaths." He nodded. "There are a few things I would greatly appreciate you explaining to me. Firstly, why is your last
name and the Vampire royals so similar and what the hell does Alora and Alor mean?"
Nikolas rested his cheek in one of his hands as he instinctively took in a breath. Even after so many years of being dead, his body still thought it
was alive at times. "To explain your first question, I will have to tell you a story. Do you mind?" With a shake of her head he continued. "Hundreds
of years ago, during the reign Arthur Pendragon who ceased the fighting in Britain and brought it together, there was a man who was the lord over
a large plot of land. His name was Lord Merric and he had one son and a single daughter. The Great War of that time settled over his land and all of
those who lived on his land were murdered by foreign blades and when the fighting had ceased, his entire family was dead. His only children had
been murdered in their sleep and he came to know what true pain was. He followed the old religion and he prayed to the Mother for his offspring's
souls. To his great surprise, his daughter, Gwendolyn, opened her eyes and began to speak. He was overjoyed when he learnt that his son was
alive too, asking for him. His son seemed to be extremely sickly and he could never go outside in the sun, yet Gwendolyn was her normal self. It
was not until a week later when his two children turned on him and murdered him. They were the first of the Vampires and Vampyres. The Mother
favoured Merric, but turned his wish into a curse. That is why our species is by woman and Vampires by men. They banned together and moved far
away to present day Transylvania where no one knew who they were. They both took the name Dracula and lived under the guise of being a baron
and his sister. They lived in peace until they quarreled horribly over how many times Gwendolyn had to kill that she changed her name and left. Our
kinds have hated each other and fought fiercely ever since. Generations of Vampyres came from her and my own Hermione was her great-great-
great-great-great granddaughter."
"So, that's why she became Queen?"
"Yes, she was a born Vampyre; most of our kind has been changed at one point or another. I took her name as is the custom with our people. Now
on to your second question, Alora means Lady and Alor means Lord. It is a sign of respect."
"That makes sense. Why does no one here think I am a Vampyre?"
"Well Hermione...What is your middle name?"
"Anne."
"Do you mind horribly if I address you by that? Hermione reminds me so of..."
A soft smile crossed Mynee's lips as she nodded slowly. "Of course, I do not mind in the slightest."
"Wonderful. Anne, you do not look like the typical Vampyre. Most of us have black hair and orange, yellow, or lime green eyes. You on the other
hand have brown hair and lovely red brown eyes which I have never seen before and I have been around for many years. You truly do look like a
mortal and that is a complement most rarely hear."
She stretched and then settled her hands in her lap. "Is there any significance to the fact that your wife and I have the same first name?"
"Actually, there is a direct correlation between your names. My Hermione promised me as she was dying that another with her name would come
and save our kind. That is you, I hope. What she said has become know as The Legend."
"Have there been other Hermiones?"
"Yes, there was one other about twenty years ago. She did not survive the changing process so it was clear she was not the proper one. I truly
hope you are because we won't survive much longer."
Mynee sighed quietly and rubbed the back of her neck for a moment, her thumb brushing against the ever present fang marks that showed that
she had been changed. Strangely enough, the two small, faintly silver marks had never disappeared, just faded until they were barely visible.
"Nikolas, where are the rest of our kind? I only counted about eighty in throne room."
A look of deep sadness crossed his laugh line wrinkled face. "Those are all that is left of our once majestic species. Since my beloved was
murdered, we have been killed off to near extinction. We will all be dead within the century. We need someone who can help us, bring us back to
how we were before she died."
She knew instantly he was asking her for this desperately needed aid. She looked at him and nodded slowly. "I will help you. Please, tell me what I
must do."
"You must die." He said simply, his facial expression neutral. .
(AN: I'll stop here now my pretties...squeaks and avoids the onslaught of rotting veggies ALL RIGHT! Continue reading...)
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. "What?!?!" She squawked loosing the cool poise she had had seconds before. One of her hands flew to her cheeks. "I have to die?? I don't want to
burn to death or..." She then understood that she was acting like a terrified mortal and quietly hung her head. "I am sorry...Please continue."
"My Hermione is in the Land of the Dead that is where all souls go when they die, we are no exception. She told me as her life slipped away that it
was possible for someone to die when it was not their time. They would have a single day in Death before their souls were put back into their
bodies in Life. She said that if that person had latched onto another, that other being would be taken back as well."
Mynee's mouth hung open. What he was proposing was utterly preposterous! It defied all logic and everything she had ever been taught. Everyone
died and lived once. There was no coming back from wherever one goes when one dies. A slight shiver ran through her as she looked at him like he
had sprouted several hundred new noises all over his face. She brought her other hand up from her lap and cradled her face in it. It was just too
weird, she had defeated Voldemort the year before and that was enough adventure to last her for a decade to come. Nikolas seemed to sense her
distress and leaned closer over the table. He gently touched her shoulder with his finger tips, causing her to shoot upwards in surprise.
"Wha??" She took one look at his face, which was far too close to her own, and almost toppled the chair back in her attempt to get some space
between them. "Dude, some space will ya? Do we have to get married or something? I have boyfriend back home and I love him very much..."
He let out a bark of laughter and settled himself back in his chair. "Oh Goddess no...A Vampyre loves but once and I have already met my love."
She grinned sheepishly and ran a hand through her hair. "Oh good, cause I really love Draco and...Should I tell him? I'm afraid he won't accept me."
Nikolas smiled to her in a fatherly way. "If you believe you truly love him and he loves you back with the same intensity, then tell him. He will still
care about you regardless of what you are. That is true love."
She sighed quietly and looked up at him with sad eyes. "But he is the last Malfoy...He is supposed to keep that race on. If we stay together, his
line will die out and it will be completely fault. I couldn't do that to him." She whispered quietly, her eyes downcast.
He gently touched one of her hands, the one that rested on the desk, his orange hues warm. "I have heard of the Malfoys, how do you know this
boy is any different then those before him?"
"Because of his mother. Narcissa brought him up while Lucius...Lucius wasn't there to put it simply. She would be heartbroken if she lost her only
son; he's all she has left after I killed Lucius." She showed no remorse at mention of one of her murders.
"Would it be any help if I gave refuge for his mother here?"
"I am touched that you would offer, but what is to keep the others from feeding from her if she strays from the quarters she is given? In some
ways that would be harder for Draco to loose her that way...Would he ever be able to see her if he was changed?"
"There would be nothing or anyone stopping him from doing so Anne."
A slight smile touched her lips. "If he freaks out I can always obliviate the memory. I know it's illegal, but it'd be better then having my future
career demolished because he let my secret slip."
He leaned back in his chair as he watched her. For half a moment something flickered in them and before she could grasp it, the flame was gone.
"I understand that it will take you some time to come to terms with the task you have promised to undertake. If you have any more questions,
please, I'm here to answer them."
Mynee got to her feet and smiled to him before walking to towards the door. Just before she stepped out, she turned her head so she could speak.
"Where may I feed?"
"Do you remember where your quarters are?" She nodded. "Return there and I will get Jacobith to lead you down to the dungeons."
Her brow furrowed slightly. "Right, you should seriously consider giving the human's better quarters. They are hideous and it is unhealthy. Evi,
come love."
She projected the last sentence to where ever her familiar was and let out a very soft giggle when the animal projected himself at her. When his
body collided with hers, she smacked into the half open door, closing it as she slid down its length to the ground.
"Big oaf." She muttered affectionately, rubbing his furry head with a tender caress.
Nikolas watched her and smiled faintly, a very quiet voice in the back of his head whispering quietly that she was the one.
She looked up from the warm eyes of Evi and flashed a beaming grin at him. She pushed herself up onto her feet and rested her hand on her pet's
neck. "Thank you for watching him, he's such a pest."
It was clear to the man that the creature said something due to the faintly pink blush settling over her cheeks and creeping down her neck. He
laughed quietly and shook his head. "He has been deeply asleep since he arrived; he hasn't been any trouble at all."
Another blinding smile was given to him, before Mynee reopened the door and walked out of the office, her familiar padding obediently behind her.
Just as it closed, he sat down and sighed.
"I hope his death is not the catalyst to her death."
(AN: OOOHHHHH!!! laughs Oh, the wonders of foreshadowing)
Mynee was flopped out on the deep blue comforter of her temporary bed. The walls of the all the rooms in her quarters were a soft cream
colour and the carpets were a deep red that looked extremely good with the walls. All the furniture was the same shade of kingfisher blue that her
bed was. She pressed her face into the pillow, trying to ignore the hyper voice of Evi.
'...then I actually caught the little pixie and just as I was...'
"Evi, you know how much I love you, right?" He nodded his head in a very humanlike way. "Then please, if you like being a thupalp and don't want
to be a warty toad, stop."
His voice ceased mid rant and a feeling of childlike guilt swept through her mind. She laughed quietly into the soft material her head was nearly
surrounded in, the sound pleasantly muffled. She pushed it away from her and grinned at him, her brown eyes dancing. She had just gotten an
image of Draco with his arms wrapped around her waist and her body pressed full against his.
"What the hell was that image for? Now I really miss him."
'Oh, you mean I sent that memory to you? I didn't know..."
She scowled and smacked his back with the cobalt coloured pillow. "Evil."
'No no, it's Evi. There's no L in it.'
She was about to reply when the door to her chambers flung open and a particularly irate looking Jacobith stood in the doorway. She heaved a
massive sigh and pushed herself off the bed. She leaned against the bedpost, a doe expression on her face.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
"I'm supposed to lead you down to the Feeding Cells."
She wrinkled her nose slightly and brushed one of her hands against a tiny, almost nonexistent meant to be there wrinkle on the part of her dress
covering her thigh. "That's a horrid name for them, isn't Death Room a little better?"
He ignored her but turned a slightly angry eye to the growling familiar on the bed. He took a half step out of the room and looked at Mynee with
cold hues.
"You best come now or I will leave you to find it by yourself."
She pushed her dislike for this man away for a moment and nodded. "All right, just a moment. I want to change." She walked to the door, shutting
and locking it right in his face.
She faintly heard him mutter under his breath about the vain tendencies of her gender. She simply giggled quietly and shrugged out of the elegant
gown she had met Nikolas in and sauntered over to her armoire in nothing but her knickers. She pawed through her clothing until she found one of
her favourite pairs of low slung black jeans and an equally dark long sleeve shirt. She threw them on and stuffed her feet into a pair of spike heeled
ebony leather boots. She tossed some of her brownish hair over her shoulder and strode back to the door, opening it slowly.
"All right, I'm ready. I have a request, but I doubt you'll even consider it, you being the creature you are and all." Jacobith visibly bristled at her
words and she took that as a sign to continue. "Treat me like I'm a mortal. I'd rather not kill anyone who's truly an innocent, it's bad for my
karma."
"Karma?" He said his brow rose slowly.
She snorted quietly and waved to her familiar before closing the door behind her, shoving him out of the way. "You wouldn't understand, so just
drop it. But will you?"
"Yes, only because you said I wouldn't."
"I figured as much." She muttered softly. "Lead away Jacobitch, lead away."
He scowled at her nickname for him and turned on his heel, storming off. She let out a giggle and followed him, twirling some of her hair around her
forefinger, acting like the girls who had tormented her when she had gone to muggle elementary schools.
Moments later Jacobith came to a screeching halt outside of a large, wooden door that literally expelled terror. Mynee gave a little shiver
and wrapped her hands around her elbows as if to ward off the fear rolling around her. He smirked at her and roughly grabbed her by the bicep and
shoulder. She let out a soft squeak from his bruising grip and glared darkly at him.
"Loosen up a little? I hate bruises."
"Too bad chit, have to be rough if you want this to be believable."
She sighed and nodded slowly. "Whatever...I'm hungry, let's hurry this up."
Seconds later the door was kicked open and she was thrown in. She let out a soft scream when she landed, ripping up the flesh on her hands as
she broke her fall with them. A chilling slamming noise echoed around the relatively large room and she forced a terrified sob to slip from her lips.
She turned scared eyes up to the congregated people, noticing the majority of them were women. A single one with poofy, obviously dyed blond
hair strutted over, her frigid blue eyes taking in her well dressed appearance in a heart beat.
"Listen up Newbie, I don't know who you are, but I'm the boss around here and you better get used to it. I'll make your life hell until one of those
guys comes and takes you away, you got it?"
She forced herself to nod like she was petrified and the other woman stalked off. Another with pure black hair and soft grass green eyes scuttled
over and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.
"That's Madeline, she thinks she's God's gift to men. She's really just a stuck up bitch who make's our lives a living hell. My name's Rachel."
"Aradia." She choked out, using her favourite name from her childhood.
Rachel nodded and hugged her tightly. "We're all scared here. None of us know what we're doing here. Most of us don't even know how we got
here. I personally think we were kidnapped and are being held ransom, not like my family would care much. They would like to leave me here with
muggles..." She quickly stopped speaking and looked at the ground, her oh so mortal body heating up with a blush.
Mynee barely understood that she had said the word muggle, her brain completely fried by the smell of her bloody rising so close to her skin. She
licked her suddenly dry lips, nodding absently.
"Madeline." She called, dropping the weak little mortal façade for a moment.
The blond turned her head, a sneer pulling up one side of her mouth. It astounded Mynee as to how much she looked like Draco in that single
moment. She shook herself a little and pushed her body up onto her feet, not noticing that her hands were perfectly healed again. She saw out of
the corner of her eyes that the other humans in the room seemed to sense that she was not one of them and scurry into the semi-darkness of the
corners. She forced those thoughts away and glared at the snobby woman in front of her.
"No on bosses me around, not even the bloody Voldemort had that right." She did not really care if there were muggles listening, none of them
would ever get out alive. "And especially not you, a fucking stuck-up human," she spat out the word like it was something filthy, "has the right to
tell me what to do."
Madeline looked at her in confusion and then came to terms with her instincts. Her eyes widened and a horrified cry erupted from her lips. Mynee
sneered cruelly at her, her subconscious unable to believe she was acting so horribly. She was about to snap some horrible comment to the
quivering human before her, when she realized she was acting almost exactly like Draco had when he first learnt about her heritage. She closed her
eyes for a brief second and then reached out, grabbing the woman's shoulder hard enough to break the bone.
"I'm sorry." She whispered quietly, a trace of sadness in her rapidly reddening hues.
All the people in the room screamed in terror when Mynee's fangs erupted out of her mouth and drove home in Madeline's neck. She was perfectly
oblivious to everyone else as she felt that life blood pour into her mouth, returning the colour to her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes. Moments
passed and the only sound was the faint sucking noise of her draining the body in her arms of all of it's fluids. It was not until someone threw a
small pebble at her, it hitting her somewhere in her back region, that she dropped the corpse. She whipped around and glared at Rachel, her eyes a
bloodcurdling crimson.
"Do not screw with me pet." She hissed, suddenly incensed that someone dare interrupt her feeding.
"You killed her! You fucking monster!"
"You know nothing of monster Rachel, nothing at all." She said, her anger flaring in her eyes but not her voice.
The girl, she really was no older then fifteen, clenched her hands into fists and was about to say something else when Mynee lifted a hand. "Don't
bother saying anything, it won't bring her back. I'll clear her carcass up, wouldn't want any of you contracting anything now would I? Oh Rachel,
don't look at me like that. You kill animals to feed yourselves, I kill humans to fill my belly. It's all the same."
"You'll go to Hell."
"I would if I could dahling, but sadly, I'm already dead." She smiled sweetly and heaved the cadaver over her shoulder. "Ta ta for now my dears,
I'm sure you'll be seeing me again." She skipped, literally, out of the cells.
The moment she was out and the door was closed behind her, she dropped the body, sliding down the wall in shame. She had treated those
humans no better then a farm animal, she had treated them as if they were simply her food. She refused to do that, but how else would she be
able to feed? The blood tasted all the sweeter when her victim was afraid...
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Hehe, second installment is out! Should be one more after this one, I think...
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Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel