Sorry it's taken me so long to write this…but I have a really good explanation. I was writing a chapter and then there was a speed bump around Writer's Block Ave. Yeah, so then when I had gotten over that my computer was getting reformatted and lost the chapter! So I officially got pissed off about that. But hopefully this one is better then the last one I wrote.
Chapter 5
Hermione hung onto a torch stand as tight as possible as the rushing water flowed through the stairs. She wondered what had happened in that room watching the water flow by her. She wondered why there was that clue, that word. She didn't understand 'lace' and where she was in the air. She understood nothing.
Hermione looked at the ceiling and watched the lights slowly go out. She felt the water rising and slowly her grip around the torch stand became loose. "Shit," Hermione said taking in a gulp of water and letting go. She was suddenly whipped into a whirlwind of rushing water. Hermione reached out trying to anything possible.
Then she felt her back hit something. Her body flipped over a chair and then hit a wall. She reached out again, ignoring the pain in her back.
Finally she caught onto something; the rain of stairs. She surfaced the water and breathed as if she hadn't in years. She realized she would have fall about 5 stories if she hadn't caught onto the railing, looking down at her dangling feet. She pushed herself over the railing and caught onto a painting frame right before the railing collapsed upon the rushing water.
Hermione pulled herself along by the frames until she came upon an army of ghosts. She stared at them. "What do you want with me?"
"Your soul," one of them ghastly whispered. They floated closer to her, making her more frightened. They were just skeletons, white skeletons with weapons that weren't see-through.
"Why would you need a soul full of sins?"
"You have brought evil into this school and need to die for it." Hermione felt the corner of the frame digging into her palm, creating a cut. Blood flowed out of her hand and down the side of the frame. Hermione felt her knees collapse and felt cold water taking the blood out of her hand. Her vision became a black out.
Maura rushed out of the Common Room and fell into the water, tripping over herself. Harry followed after her.
"Maura, what the hell are you doing? You're gonna get killed!" Maura looked back at Harry.
"Harry, you know Hermione's out there getting into trouble. That's her and I can't let her stay out there." Maura turned back around and continued to the grand staircase. It was like rapids when she got to it. She saw blood flowing through some parts though and where ever there was blood there was usually Hermione Granger.
Maura grabbed onto the unsteady railing and tried walking down to the bloody area. She went into the Defense Against the Dark Arts hall and saw Hermione's limp body. Maura picked Hermione up once she got to her and turned around to bring her back.
She saw a pack of vampires staring at Maura with angry eyes. Maura looked at the female vampire standing in the front of them. "Get out of here, Micah."
"Why should I, little sister."
"Because you have no right being here." Maura said with her lips quivering.
"Maura, I have every right being here. You have my blood, I have yours. Remember when you wanted to be like me? You wanted to be a blood taster? Bloody hell, Maura, if you would still like to be one, your 17 and can get the transition."
"Fuck you, Micah." Maura said through gritted teeth. Tears burned Maura's eyes as she let Hermione fall into the water. Maura got out her wand.
"What are you gonna do to us, Maura? Kill us, I think not."
Hermione felt pressure building in her nose. Her eyes opened and she saw Maura's watery figure and a pale girl who looked exactly like Maura. She pushed herself up out of the water and gasped for air.
"Shut up, Micah. I could kill you in a heart beat and I wouldn't think twice on it or regret it later." Hermione saw her wand out and decided to pull her own wand out.
"Look at this little mud blood getting her wand out, thinking that she can stop us. Hermione Granger, I'm sorry, but you can't." Hermione got up and looked at her hand. It was still bleeding. She looked back up knowing something like this would happen. The group of people was vampires and most of them were licking their lips.
"I'm not eating material; I eat twenty pounds of garlic every month." Hermione said stupidly.
"Oh please, Maura wouldn't help you if you ate that much garlic."
"Nice, Hermione." Maura whispered.
"So how do you want to be killed, Maura: slayed or slayed." Micah asked her.
"I think you'll have to figure that out before I do." Maura flicked her wand up in the air and it became a gun. Hermione was amazed as Maura shot one of the vampires in the back. They dissolved into sand instantly. Maura backed up and Hermione followed.
"Maura, what is going on?" Hermione asked.
"Just get into the Defense room." Hermione turned around and started sprinting to the room but before she knew it a vampire had jumped in front of her. Hermione blinked and then looked around. She looked in the water and saw a picture frame. She picked it up and threw it at the vampire. It went into the vampire's stomach but the vampire only flinched. Hermione grabbed it and pushed it aside as fast as she could. She went into the room and went into the farthest corner. Maura shot a few more vampires and then sprinted into the room. She locked the door and looked at Hermione.
"What was that about?"
Maura stared at her and tried to breathe. "Hermione, half of my family is not exactly what you call normal. My parents had Micah before I was born; she was muggle when she came to see the Triwizard Tournament that Cedric Diggory was in because he's like a really distant cousin of ours. And then while they were staying at the Leaky Cauldron, Micah was going through an alley and got lost in a weirdo place and got bit by a vampire when she was seventeen. You have to be seventeen to have a choice when bitten. To either die, loyal to your family or live going against your family. Micah, being the greedy person she is, chose life."
"What about that part where she said that you wanted to be like her?"
"I wanted to be exactly like her, before she was a vampire and I didn't know that she was a vampire until I opened her wardrobe when I was looking for a shirt and saw jars of blood. She walked in on me when I was smelling it, she jumped towards me-"
"You mean that twirley kind of jump?"
"Yeah, and I threw it at her, she fell on top of me and tried to kill me. She I bit into her arm and she let go. What I didn't know was that I could get some of the abilities she had." Maura said.
"Is that why you're so strong?"
"Physically, yes. Mentally, my father's death made me stronger. But enough talk, we've got to close everything in this place." Maura turned around and locked the door. She went up to the open windows, shut and locked them and then pulled the curtains over them.
"Why are we making it so dark?" Hermione asked. "That attracts Vampires doesn't it?"
"Not in my case. We're gonna do something called A Vamp's Lamp." Hermione locked the rest of the windows and pulled the curtains down.
Maura found some candles, a book, a glass of water and two knives. She put the candles on a blank space on the floor. She looked up at Hermione as she picked up her gun. "Sit down." Maura insisted. Hermione sat down and watched as Maura aimed for the candle wick.
"Incendio," Maura whispered as she shot the gun. It spat fire from it and lit the candle. She did it to the other candle and stared at Hermione.
"Hey Maura, you know that spell or whatever you did last year when me and Kyan were together."
"Yeah," She started ripping out pages from the book.
"What was that for?"
"It was supposed to keep us together forever, but I guess it didn't really work." Hermione read the expression on Maura's face. Anger was filling her eyes as she remembered Matt.
"Just slam the knife into the floor through the pages the same time I do. Nothing will happen." Maura said. Hermione took a knife and lifted it into the air. "With the stabbing of this paper, please kill the curse that shields the light." Maura pierced the paper to the floor and Hermione did too. She took the glass of water and poured it on the paper. Maura took Hermione's hands and looked up. Hermione looked up as well. The ceiling lights started shaking as Maura's grip got tighter.
Suddenly the door opened up. Maura looked back and picked up her gun. She shot at her sister first. Hermione still looked up as the light started to flicker.
"You're shitting me, Maura. You wouldn't kill your own sister."
"Mom wants to, why shouldn't I?" Maura shot again as the lights blinded the room. Hermione looked over at Maura's sister as she dissolved into sand.
"Let's get out of here." Maura said. They ran through the sand and out of the room to Hermione's dorm.
"Do you have any incense?" Maura asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"It'll ward off any spirits." They entered Hermione's dorm and saw Draco pacing back and forth. Maura stared at him.
"Holy shit, Hermione. Where the fuck have you been?"
"Doing drugs," Hermione lied. They went into the bathroom and into the cabinet. They found over 100 different kinds of incense.
"This should be enough."
Draco entered the bathroom. "What's she doing here?"
"Shut up, Draco."
"Well, I have some say in who comes here and who doesn't." Hermione looked back at him.
"Draco, we don't live in a house. Now if you really wanna help, light these up."
"Hermione are you a druggie?" Draco asked. She passed him some incense.
"And no were not having a threesome tonight." Hermione told him.
Draco took the incense and started lighting it up in many different places. Once it was all lighted they locked their selves up in Hermione's room." Maura stared at Hermione but Draco kept a glare at Maura, he never took his eyes off of her. Hermione stared at Draco wanting to punch him in the face.
"How's your little sister, Hermione?" Hermione came out of her bubble not understand half of Maura had said to her. She looked at her.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"How's Gisela doing?"
"Good, she's got a boyfriend."
"Has she done anything bad with him?" Maura asked smirking.
"No," Hermione answered smiling.
"That's good." Silence again. It seemed like none of them could keep a conversation going. But Draco couldn't take his glare off of Maura.
"Maybe we should look outside to see if anything's going on." Maura said getting up.
"Uhm, she kind of can't in case you didn't notice." Draco said. Maura turned around.
"I didn't say she had to, I said maybe we could. I wasn't saying you had to either, so don't flip out." Maura glared at him.
"Shut up, you never had any right to ask anyway."
"Maybe I was talking to myself! You don't always have to comment on things I say!"
"Shut up, Maura. You're just a little slut anyway!"
"You didn't seem to think that a while ago.
"Why do you have to bring up stupid shit like that?"
"Shut up Draco, you make the littlest things into dramatic things with people you hate."
"I never hated you; I just think that you have never done anything good in life. You love the devil, Maura!" Draco yelled. Hermione stared not knowing anything to say to make them stop. "All you do is cut yourself and have sex, you're a slut!" Maura felt tears stinging her eyes.
"Draco!" Hermione yelled.
"You don't care about anyone else's feelings, you slut! Go rot in hell!"
"Shut up!" Maura screamed as tears ran down her face. She bit her lip and in a few seconds blood was trickling down her chin. "You don't know me, Draco! You have never met the real me."
"So what, go cut yourself again." Draco spat the words out and they hit Maura as if she was a baby who had never been hurt or who had never cried. Maura made a fist, swung it back and hit the glass in the window. She opened her hand to show Draco that there was a vast piece of glass stuck in her hand. Blood gushed out of her hand. She pulled out the glass and threw it at Draco.
"Maura!" Hermione screamed as Draco ran out of the way and fell to the floor.
Maura went over to Draco and looked down at him. She licked her lips and bent down. "You wanna feel my fucking pain, go cut yourself with a chainsaw and that's what it feels like. You wanna see my blood, Draco. Well, here." Maura rubbed the blood in his face. She wiped it across his lips. "You've hurt me and if I die tonight it's because of you."
Maura walked out of the room and into the hall way. It was dark but she found her way an abandoned class room she knew so well. She went into one of the empty cabinets and got out some hairspray. She sprayed it into her mouth and felt her mind throb.
She got up and went over to the sink. She picked up a red cloth, turned on the water and then ran her hand under the cold water. She touched the cut with the blood stained rag and flinched. Her eyes started to close and finally there was nothing left to it.
"Draco what the hell is your problem?" Hermione asked putting on shorts and a t-shirt.
"Everything I was saying was true and don't say that you don't care what happened anymore because I know you do."
"What you did is in the past, now is now and I can't wait till the fucking future when you can stop being so mean to my friends." She left the room and followed any signs of blood.
She found an empty class room that was filling with water trying to drown Maura Farrell who was on the floor. She looked around and saw a bottle of hairspray open; Maura told Hermione that to forget about horrible things she would get high off of hairspray occasionally. But Hermione didn't think it was to forget this time, Hermione thought that she was trying to kill herself.
Hermione rushed over to Maura and picked her up out of the water. She put her body on a table and then wrapped a bloody cloth around her hand.
"There was definitely a raid at this school, a raid of fucking blood." Hermione said as she got a cup of water. She opened Maura's mouth and dumped water into. Maura blinked, sat upright and then started coughing up the water. "What were you planning on doing, Maura?"
"Fucking kill myself, Hermione! Your stupid little boyfriend is the most pompous person I have ever met! And if you weren't so smart I would have succeeded!"
"If you wanted to kill anybody, it should have been him and not you."
"I'm fucking done, Hermione! God has done nothing but drop shit on me! Maybe I should go rot in hell like your fucking boyfriend said to." Maura got off the table and went over to the hairspray; she sprayed more into her mouth. Hermione turned Maura around and took the hairspray out of her hand.
"You're so fucking stupid, Maura!"
"Don't tell me what I am and what I am not! You're not a cut above me, in fact you don't what pain is because you've only cut yourself a few times. I'm a cut about the rest, Hermione."
"Shut up, Maura. I'm only trying to make you rethink this. You're not a better person because you have more fucking scars, because your scars are deeper. You're better then me because you were strong enough to carry on without Matt. Don't you ever fucking listen to what Draco has to say about you or else I will beat you to the ground, Maura. You have always been better then him and you know it. You are a cut above the rest.
A/N: This is a really, really dark chapter (was listening to Senses Fail). But things will get better, I promise.