Well, I got a few good reviews. And to the person who only read up to
chapter 30...first thing, sweetie. STOP SCREAMING AT ME! Makes me all kinds
of irritated. Grrr. Hiss and spit. And you want to know how much I care?
holds up her middle finger Screw you, baby doll. Irritation dealt with,
thank you to the people who liked the last chappie. Why Egyptian? I felt
like it. Besides, they're cool like cats. And I'm learning Hieroglyphs at
Uni, so I thought hey, why not use them in a fun context? Rock on, people.
This is DitzCat, letting you on to read the next part.
I want you to want me I need you to need me I'm begging you to beg me I'd love you to love me
- Want you to want me, Cheap Trick
Blaise stepped quickly through the halls, one hand on his book bag. Dear Re, please do not be offended by the things I do today in the light of Your eyes. Watch over me, Great God, in the name of my grandmother, Nefernehet, for I do you honour in my life. He rounded a corner and ran into someone, rebounding with a startled curse as he nearly lost his hold on his things. The other person was not so lucky, books spilling out over the floor and paper fluttering. Something smashed with that distinctive sound of glass as well.
"Oh dear!"
So, this person was female then. Blaise brushed his hair out of his eyes, mouth open to deliver a scathing retort before he looked into eyes framed by glasses and beginning to swim with tears. He paused, conscience fully awoken by Ginny and tugging at him painfully. Damn that little witch.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly instead, bending to help the girl pick up her belongings. He got a quick nod of her head in reply as she scrabbled to gather the paper pages together. "Let me help you with that..." The Quibbler? She read that piece of rumour mongering tripe? He looked at her harder, and finally recognised her. Loony Lovegood. The crazy girl who believed in what her father printed. And she was wearing a string of bottle caps around her neck...odd child. He grinned and leant in closer as he picked up her things. "Luna, isn't it?"
"Yes, and you're Blaise Zabini," Luna shot back, stuffing her things back into her knapsack. "Introduced, wonderful..."
"Isn't it just?" Blaise purred. He let his fingers linger on hers as he handed her some of the papers.
"And play your games elsewhere, you can." She flipped her knapsack closed once she'd gathered the last of her things. He smiled.
"Games, dear lady?"
"Oh, I may be unpopular, but I'm not stupid. And neither am I gullible or naïve enough to believe in Blaise Zabini showing me niceness in his behaviour without expecting something in return." She straightened her back and pushed her glasses back onto her nose. "Not when said Blaise Zabini stole my Philosophy book last year and then put it on top of the cupboard in Snape's office."
"A childish prank." Blaise considered her, wondering slightly at her impudence towards him.
"Maybe. But not a nice one. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have my invisibility to get back to." She walked away, reading the papers he'd handed to her almost forgetfully. Upside down. His curiosity piqued by her reactions, he ghosted along in her path, thin lips twisted into an amused smile. Clever little minx. He may be playing games, but she was playing them back, even if she knew not.
Melanie raced back towards the school, mind spinning with what she had learnt. And something there drew her, clutched at her dead heart with claws and dragged her onwards touched with fear. And anger, that something should call her so powerfully and she knowing not what it was. Ignorant of what may be asked. A hiss of frustration edged out from between the fanged teeth she now sported, leaping a building easily and coat flying out behind her as she ran faster then any human had a right to.
She arrived shortly before the dawn, hitting the fence at the boundaries and vaulting it to land on the grass silently before continuing her run. The first rays of the sun touched the ground behind her as she entered the school halls, smoke rising from her back as she flicked her coat to rid it of ashes, ignoring the pain from being in the sun for even such a brief moment. Damn John. Him and his pretty little ideas of what a Childe should be...
Drawn, she walked, near ran to the infirmary, blonde hair coming loose from her tight braid. Blue eyes fixed and intent as she swept past Snape, who reached out to grab her arm.
"No time, Snarky."
A quick flip and turn and she was on the ceiling, gone beyond his reach, boot heels ringing out on the stone before she dropped down into the infirmary by gripping the top of the door lintel and hitting the glass of the door hard, swinging through the broken shards as they fell to the floor like ice. Madame Pomfrey came out in a rush to see what had disturbed her infirmary but Melanie was across the floor to Ginny's bedside before the witch had time to draw a breath. Blue eyes blazed and fangs lengthened almost obscenely as Melanie lifted Virginia's head, baring her neck before she struck viciously like some kind of snake.
"No!"
The vampire fed, greedily, throat working quickly to swallow the rich red fluid down as Virginia's complexion grew paler. Melanie threw her head back with a gasp, blood trickling down from the sides of her mouth and eyes gleaming like blue stars, red dripping down her chin onto her top. "Gods..." She lifted her wrist and slashed it with her fangs before pressing the bloody wound to Virginia's mouth.
"Melanie, what have you done?!" Remus shouted, eyes full of grief and anger as his vampiric friend, sometime lover looked up at him with rapidly dulling eyes as she entered the beginning stages of the consolidation of the Childe Sire bonde.
"I was called. Drink, darling, drink...mine, my Childe, my own..." Virginia swallowed the magically rich blood that seeped from Melanie's wrist before falling back onto the bed with a small moan. "Yessss, that's right, lovely girl. Now, shh...you'll wake up and all will be new and different to you. A whole new person. One of the dead and not of the living." Remus made an abortive move forward as Melanie started to croon to Virginia's lifeless body, but Snape stopped him.
"You weren't here to watch her spell in the Main Hall yesterday. I think she called for this, somehow. Unknowing, perhaps, of what she did...but nevertheless, called for it. Idiotic presumptuous girl...so like a Gryffindor."
"My own, my first, my oh so lovely Childe...best beloved sin of my heart," Melanie whispered into Virginia's red hair. "I played with the idea for so long, dear heart. And now you are mine...mine."
The new was all over the school by lunchtime. A sixth year Ravenclaw girl in the infirmary for a miscast Transmogrification spell told one of her friends that the pet vampire who'd been in their Dark Arts class had come back and bitten Virginia Weasley, you know, the little red head who'd been going out with the Malfoy boy? Total scum of the earth, but so hot in that creepy washed out way. And besides, Rachael, he's got pots of money so we can overlook that thing about how his family's meant to have taken the Dark Mark.
The Infirmary was closed off, but a certain bittersweet singing could be heard behind the closed doors. Blaise Zabini nearly gnawed a bloody hole through his bottom lip in worry, and Draco punched one of the members of his House for saying something about Virginia. Slytherins and Gryffindors came more then close to blows, as both Houses sniped and snarled at each other, Blaise and Draco leading one pack, and Harry and Ron leading the other. Members of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff took sides as the inclination of their personalities led them.
In short, the school was in uproar.
I want you to want me I need you to need me I'm begging you to beg me I'd love you to love me
- Want you to want me, Cheap Trick
Blaise stepped quickly through the halls, one hand on his book bag. Dear Re, please do not be offended by the things I do today in the light of Your eyes. Watch over me, Great God, in the name of my grandmother, Nefernehet, for I do you honour in my life. He rounded a corner and ran into someone, rebounding with a startled curse as he nearly lost his hold on his things. The other person was not so lucky, books spilling out over the floor and paper fluttering. Something smashed with that distinctive sound of glass as well.
"Oh dear!"
So, this person was female then. Blaise brushed his hair out of his eyes, mouth open to deliver a scathing retort before he looked into eyes framed by glasses and beginning to swim with tears. He paused, conscience fully awoken by Ginny and tugging at him painfully. Damn that little witch.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly instead, bending to help the girl pick up her belongings. He got a quick nod of her head in reply as she scrabbled to gather the paper pages together. "Let me help you with that..." The Quibbler? She read that piece of rumour mongering tripe? He looked at her harder, and finally recognised her. Loony Lovegood. The crazy girl who believed in what her father printed. And she was wearing a string of bottle caps around her neck...odd child. He grinned and leant in closer as he picked up her things. "Luna, isn't it?"
"Yes, and you're Blaise Zabini," Luna shot back, stuffing her things back into her knapsack. "Introduced, wonderful..."
"Isn't it just?" Blaise purred. He let his fingers linger on hers as he handed her some of the papers.
"And play your games elsewhere, you can." She flipped her knapsack closed once she'd gathered the last of her things. He smiled.
"Games, dear lady?"
"Oh, I may be unpopular, but I'm not stupid. And neither am I gullible or naïve enough to believe in Blaise Zabini showing me niceness in his behaviour without expecting something in return." She straightened her back and pushed her glasses back onto her nose. "Not when said Blaise Zabini stole my Philosophy book last year and then put it on top of the cupboard in Snape's office."
"A childish prank." Blaise considered her, wondering slightly at her impudence towards him.
"Maybe. But not a nice one. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have my invisibility to get back to." She walked away, reading the papers he'd handed to her almost forgetfully. Upside down. His curiosity piqued by her reactions, he ghosted along in her path, thin lips twisted into an amused smile. Clever little minx. He may be playing games, but she was playing them back, even if she knew not.
Melanie raced back towards the school, mind spinning with what she had learnt. And something there drew her, clutched at her dead heart with claws and dragged her onwards touched with fear. And anger, that something should call her so powerfully and she knowing not what it was. Ignorant of what may be asked. A hiss of frustration edged out from between the fanged teeth she now sported, leaping a building easily and coat flying out behind her as she ran faster then any human had a right to.
She arrived shortly before the dawn, hitting the fence at the boundaries and vaulting it to land on the grass silently before continuing her run. The first rays of the sun touched the ground behind her as she entered the school halls, smoke rising from her back as she flicked her coat to rid it of ashes, ignoring the pain from being in the sun for even such a brief moment. Damn John. Him and his pretty little ideas of what a Childe should be...
Drawn, she walked, near ran to the infirmary, blonde hair coming loose from her tight braid. Blue eyes fixed and intent as she swept past Snape, who reached out to grab her arm.
"No time, Snarky."
A quick flip and turn and she was on the ceiling, gone beyond his reach, boot heels ringing out on the stone before she dropped down into the infirmary by gripping the top of the door lintel and hitting the glass of the door hard, swinging through the broken shards as they fell to the floor like ice. Madame Pomfrey came out in a rush to see what had disturbed her infirmary but Melanie was across the floor to Ginny's bedside before the witch had time to draw a breath. Blue eyes blazed and fangs lengthened almost obscenely as Melanie lifted Virginia's head, baring her neck before she struck viciously like some kind of snake.
"No!"
The vampire fed, greedily, throat working quickly to swallow the rich red fluid down as Virginia's complexion grew paler. Melanie threw her head back with a gasp, blood trickling down from the sides of her mouth and eyes gleaming like blue stars, red dripping down her chin onto her top. "Gods..." She lifted her wrist and slashed it with her fangs before pressing the bloody wound to Virginia's mouth.
"Melanie, what have you done?!" Remus shouted, eyes full of grief and anger as his vampiric friend, sometime lover looked up at him with rapidly dulling eyes as she entered the beginning stages of the consolidation of the Childe Sire bonde.
"I was called. Drink, darling, drink...mine, my Childe, my own..." Virginia swallowed the magically rich blood that seeped from Melanie's wrist before falling back onto the bed with a small moan. "Yessss, that's right, lovely girl. Now, shh...you'll wake up and all will be new and different to you. A whole new person. One of the dead and not of the living." Remus made an abortive move forward as Melanie started to croon to Virginia's lifeless body, but Snape stopped him.
"You weren't here to watch her spell in the Main Hall yesterday. I think she called for this, somehow. Unknowing, perhaps, of what she did...but nevertheless, called for it. Idiotic presumptuous girl...so like a Gryffindor."
"My own, my first, my oh so lovely Childe...best beloved sin of my heart," Melanie whispered into Virginia's red hair. "I played with the idea for so long, dear heart. And now you are mine...mine."
The new was all over the school by lunchtime. A sixth year Ravenclaw girl in the infirmary for a miscast Transmogrification spell told one of her friends that the pet vampire who'd been in their Dark Arts class had come back and bitten Virginia Weasley, you know, the little red head who'd been going out with the Malfoy boy? Total scum of the earth, but so hot in that creepy washed out way. And besides, Rachael, he's got pots of money so we can overlook that thing about how his family's meant to have taken the Dark Mark.
The Infirmary was closed off, but a certain bittersweet singing could be heard behind the closed doors. Blaise Zabini nearly gnawed a bloody hole through his bottom lip in worry, and Draco punched one of the members of his House for saying something about Virginia. Slytherins and Gryffindors came more then close to blows, as both Houses sniped and snarled at each other, Blaise and Draco leading one pack, and Harry and Ron leading the other. Members of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff took sides as the inclination of their personalities led them.
In short, the school was in uproar.