A huge thank you to everyone who is reading this and to my new data reader Lady Lavender!
Leonard Four is a perfect example of a stereotypical vampire. His skin is ghostly white, his hair long yet tamed. He possesses a charm all of his own, a charm that could make both men and women quiver at the knees. Minerva McGonagall was not in love with him; just one trip into her mind while she slept made that clear to youthful vampire.
She was in love with the famous ageing wizard Albus Dumbledore. But this did not dishearten the vampire, for the moment Minerva was smitten by his charm and the love he felt for her. Something that dear Albus would not show. For the moment she did not love him but she would once she saw him, the real him and not the charm filled vampire he was.
Leonard lent up from his side of the bed and let his eyes land and stay on the sleeping figure next to him. She had aged since he had last seen her; he would soon have to put a stop to that. She was still beautiful yet she tried to hide this she dressed and frowned to make the strict school teacher shine through but that side of her has vanished for the moment and he intended the keep it away.
Dumbledore was searching for her, he could tell. If only the fool had opened his eyes and heart he would not have driven the witch he desired into the arms of a vampire. Leonard bent down suddenly and buried his head in the crook of her neck. He sucked her neck softly and smiled at the pleasurable feeling of her pulse racing under his lips.
The smell was intoxicating, blood… warm, young and mortal. Deciding he was hungry he untangled himself from the silk sheets and went in search of a meal. He would tell her his secrets when she awoke, the secrets of his kind. She would become a wise one like him but there was no turning back after being told such secrets, she would have to become like him. She would have to become one of the un-dead.
