Blood Lust

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Blood Lust: Chapter Four

Hermione stalked into the Great Hall, her cloak over her arm and gloves in a pocket. It was dark outside and artificial light did not harm her pale skin. She half-listened to the Sorting, not at all interested but doing her best to look it, although the fact that she was glaring at her plate and not so much as glancing at the Head table gave her away. Eventually, whether the glaring, or the house elves ability to tell what a person wanted to eat helped or not, a steak, eventually appeared on Hermione's plate. Harry glanced over at the plate and shuddered.

"How can you eat that Hermione?" Hermione shrugged, before the pass summer she would never of even thought of eating something like this. The steak was rare as it could be and still be considered cooked, and it was swimming in a puddle of dark red blood. Cold, runny blood, but blood none the less. Picking up her fork and steak knife, she began to eat the meat, struggling with her vampiric instinct to forget the meat and drink the blood. Why was she eating the steak anyway? Well, for two reasons, Hermione thought to herself, a) to keep up appearances, it didn't matter if she threw it up later anyway, and b) the meat contained blood, which she desperately needed.

The last statement was true, Hermione realized as she felt the blood squeezed from the meat when she bit into it, flowing down her throat like an elixir. Now, for the blood on the plate. Hermione quickly emptied her goblet of pumpkin juice, repressing her gag reflex, then muttered a small spell under her lips. The blood on the plate quickly disappeared and was relocated in to her goblet. Hermione drank slowly, chatting casually with her friends and other surrounding Gryfinndors.

Once the feast had ended and every single over-stuffed student had made it into their dorms, Hermione snuck out of the portrait hole, and headed for the nearest window. Glancing around quickly, she transformed into her bat shape, and leapt out the window, her leathery wings flapping wildly. With only a slight rustle of leathery wings, she landed in the chicken coop near Hagrid's hut. Becoming human, or vampire if you prefer, she crept to the hen house, reached in a slender arm, and grabbed an unsuspecting hen by the neck, quickly snapping it's neck so that a ruckus wouldn't be made.

She pulled her prize out of the henhouse, and quickly drained it. She left the dry corpse on the ground, and ran back to the castle.

Completely unaware of the silent figure following her, clicking wildly on a camera.

AN: BWAHAHAHA!! Cliffie! I know the chapter's short, again, but I couldn't resist! *Runs screaming from a mob of angry readers* AH!! Review and I'll update soon!