Midnight Snack
The sins of the fathers shall be repaid. Let the strong now feel the formidable terror that the forefathers inflicted on me.
Till the light comes to spare you heinous souls, I shall rule you.
Hermione tossed in her bed. It had been a month since the start of school, and she still couldn't retrieve a peaceful night. Hermione laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling feeling sparks of electricity run through out her blood.
The monotony of the Gryffindor girls' dormitories got under Hermione's skin to the point where she got up and got dressed. Hermione quickly head out to a deserted corridor and felt a cool breeze rush across her bare skin. Hermione took one step towards the dungeon, but stopped and listened to the echoing sound of her lone footstep. The lone sound told her that she was the only one around.
Hermione smirked and ran down the corridor, feeling all of her pent up anguish being released as she ran. Hermione stopped abruptly and pinned herself against the wall. As the sound of her footsteps faded, she heard the soft whisk of robes around the corner. Hermione became motionless and stopped breathing. She watched as Severus Snape's black eyes scanned the dark hallway. His eyes stopped on Hermione, making her suppress a shiver of fear.
Finally he moved his eyes and gave one final survey of the corridor. He quickly stalked off and looking for the night prowler. Hermione stepped away from the wall and turned to head back up to the Gryffindor tower. Yet something stopped her. There was an aroma in the air. A delectable smell that was both bitter and intoxicating. Hermione sniffed the air and followed the fragrance mindlessly down to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Hermione closed her eyes and sniffed blissfully. The fragrance began to make her feel lightheaded, however Hermione enjoyed how she felt. When Hermione reopened her eyes, she screamed out in horror.
There was a woman in muggle clothing lying on the ground with her limbs disoriented. She had no color left in her and her eyes were wide in horror, but missing the irises. Her arm was twisted in the wrong way, and her thumb had an open wound on it.
Hermione gagged and looked away, only to see Professor Roxanne striding over to her. "What's wrong?" Professor Roxanne asked.
"Her eyes are all white," Hermione only managed to whisper.
Roxanne bent down next to the body and inspected it. Hermione winced as she heard Roxanne lifted the woman's arm off the ground. Hermione swallowed and asked, "What did this to her?"
"Don't you know?" Roxanne whispered into Hermione's ear.
Hermione slowly turned around and saw blue green eyes staring at her. Hermione backed away from Roxanne and asked, "Didn't your eyes use to be hazel?"
Roxanne smirked. "Yes, they did. Her eyes used to be blue," Roxanne answered her, pointing to the woman.
"What, you-you did this?" Hermione asked, slowly backing into a tree.
"Come now Hermione, you knew that," Roxanne said, closing in on Hermione.
Hermione stared at her in terror. Her mind went back to that night. Dark eyes staring into hers that night, while a smile played across the lips of the stranger. A hand pinning her to the ground, while the other hand brushed away her hair. Hermione felt a hand lightly trace across her neck. Hermione quivered under the touch and tried to pull away.
"Relax," a voice told her, "it will all be over soon."
Hermione felt soft lips caress her neck, but then sharp pain. Hermione wanted to cry out, but the pain was too much. Breathing became a struggle for her; it felt as though her skin was on fire. The pain soon increased and her muscles tightened automatically. Then the pain left her, and Hermione relaxed. A tingling sensation was left in her feet and arms.
The lips removed themselves from Hermione's neck, leaving her to feel alone and cold. Hermione felt a cold rush of air exhaled across her neck. "I'll bee seeing you soon Hermione, enjoy the rest of your summer."
"You did something to me," Hermione cried, breaking out of her trance.
"Come now Hermione, haven't you figured out what it is yet?" Roxanne asked, with a smug smile dancing on her face.
Hermione just stared at her and then at the body. Severus Snape came rushing up to them and asked, "What is she doing out of bed?"
"I think the better question is what is a dead body doing here?" Roxanne snapped back at him.
Severus gave Roxanne a stern look, and inspected the body. Hermione looked away in abhorrence as Severus said, "It looks like an attack from an incubus."
"Oh hell no," Roxanne stated, offended.
Severus glowered at her and asked, "If not an incubus, then what?"
"A vampire," Roxanne told him with sneer.
"There's no puncture wound in her neck," Severus retorted.
"A vampire doesn't need to draw blood from the neck," Roxanne told him. "As long as they puncture the skin, they can kill anyone. However, the neck is the easiest spot for them to turn a person.
"Also, the woman's thumb is punctured," Roxanne noted.
"So?"
"Vampires like to test the blood first," Roxanne told him. "This one probably punctured this woman's thumb with its teeth and tested it first."
"Where would the teeth marks be then?" Severus asked with a sneer.
"They could be anywhere, more then likely at the pulse points. Thigh, stomach," Roxanne paused and pushed up the sleeves on the woman. "Biceps."
Roxanne was right. On the woman's bicep there was two small red dots with white rings around them. Hermione whimpered and was forced to lean against the tree for support. This was making her feel nauseas, and then it went away.
The sickening feeling was replaced by a sweet smell. This aroma smelt sweet, not bitter. It the scent was juicy and succulent. It was coming from deep inside the Forbidden Forest. Hermione knew she should stay out of the woods, but the ambrosial scent was too alluring. Hermione turn and started running into the woods. As she ran deeper into the woods, the smell grew stronger and sweeter.
Hermione stopped when she reached a small pound. A small girl was cowering next to a tree stump, sobbing into her hands. Hermione knelt down next to her and asked, "Are you ok?"
The girl cried into her hands and asked, "Have you seen my mommy?"
Hermione stroked the young girl's head and asked, "How old are you?"
"Seven," the girl answer with another sob. "Have you seen my mommy? Some lady took us away, and then took my mommy away."
"Did the lady hurt you?" Hermione asked.
"She cut my neck, saying she would catch more flies with honey then with vinegar," the girl answered, showing Hermione the fresh cut.
Hermione stared at the cut, not paying attention to the girl's cries. There was a sweet scent in the air, and it originated from the little girl. Hermione licked her lips and stared at the girl's blood. Her hunger stirred and Hermione attacked.
Hermione acted on instinct. She placed her teeth to the little girl's neck and bite. The girl gasped in pain and started sobbing. Hermione began to feel the girl's blood trickle into her mouth. It was bitter at first, then became had metallic tang to it. Hermione was about to spit it out, when it became very sweet. Hermione licked it up enthusiastically, and moaned.
As Hermione drank the girl's blood, she felt it start to lose its luster. As the girl gasped with her remaining life, the blood became the sweetest it ever was. Hermione pulled away and surveyed the little girl. She was deadly white, and her hair was in tangles and very frizzy, her body motionless. Hermione quickly stumbled away from the girl.
Hermione brought her hand up to her mouth, and felt a gooey substance around her mouth. Hermione gagged when she saw it was blood. Nonetheless, she licked it up desperately.
"Hermione," Roxanne's voice called out, tauntingly.
"What the hell did you do to me?" Hermione yelled out, holding back a sob.
"Here name was Shannyn," Roxanne told her.
"What the hell?" Hermione asked, breaking down.
"She was a muggle born witch," Roxanne told her. "Their blood always taste so bitter, that most vampires don't bother. Nevertheless, some stronger vampires can taste the sweet undertone of power and greatness in their blood. You're blood was so sweet, it could have easily been mistaken for a pure blood."
Hermione wept into her hands and asked, "What did you do?"
"I gave you a muggle born as your first," Roxanne told her. "It's a great gift."
"What did you do?" Hermione asked again. She took another look at the seven year old's body lifeless body and felt enraged. "What did you do? She was seven!"
Hermione slide down the side of a tree to the mossy floor of the forest. She cried even harder and whispered, "What did I do?"
Roxanne sat down next to her and said, "Welcome to my world. My name's Roxanne and I'll be your guide."
A/N: wow, there are thirteen reviews and four of them came from people I know personally, so thanks to all you strangers! I always have replied on the kindness of strangers. ;)
Right, now I would like to explain why I dedicate this story to my dear friend Ashley. She's the one who got me into vampires. So really thank her for this story. Also thank the other person this story is dedicated to, Celia. She has a strong love for Severus Snape, and she once told me people thought Severus was a vampire.
The things at the beginning will be explained later and it is not Hermione's thoughts, incase you were wondering.