A Vampire in a Wizard's World

by Sarah Black

Chapter two.

"Huh?" Was her next noise. It expressed all her confusion quite nicely so she didn't continue, feeling she had made enough noises for at least the next few seconds.

"She sounds intelligent." A different voice commented dryly. The voice she had heard before let out a small distinctly female giggle. This was odd because the three forms standing before her, silhouetted by the late night/early morning 'light', were all clearly male.

The third one, who hadn't made a sound until now thought it was an excellent idea to offer her his hand in a silent sort of way.

Before the voice in her head had a chance to knock some sense into her bruised head, she took it. On the way up from the floor the voice decided to 'speak' and she let go. Other body parts joined the fellowship of the bruised.

More giggling from the feminine sounding one.

"You're probably wondering what's going on, aren't you?" The second one asked, his tone was still on the drier side of the desert.

She was still feeling a lack of need to make sounds so she nodded.

The girlish one took a very deep breath and began to explain.

"You, my unlucky friend, were unfortunate enough to meet up with one of the rouge vampires still out there. That is, vampires who still hunt humans, drink their blood and change them. Rouge vampires aren't registered with the Ministry and therefore can not be monitored. Anyway, you got bitten and Mr. Rouge Vampire works his Voodoo and voila, you're of the undead. You of course thought you were dead so you sort of were... you're what we like to call a 'Sleeper' -that's a vampire that doesn't think to wake up till days or weeks after its bitten." he paused to smirk at her.

While he rambled on she noticed the silent one close the tomb door and get into one of the coffins that were, conveniently for him, scattered around the dark cobweb covered place like dirty, yet strangely polished, pieces of wood.

Girly started talking again and the third one... well, he was just standing there in an old fashioned English sort of way she didn't really like.

"What we're guessing happened after you were found 'dead' is that the relatives arranged for a nice little funeral and you got stuffed into our tomb. We woke up three days ago with a new neighbour and of course us being us we realized what your situation was. Oh, sorry we left your coffin open, I meant to close it but Mr. Sarcastic over there forgot to remind me." He paused again but didn't show signs of starting up again.

A question popped up in her head.

"Um, who is this 'us' exactly." She asked timidly, having realized it was a perfectly nice moment to start making sounds again. Coherent ones, even.

"Me, I'm Sam. The one that's gone to sleep already is Bob. He never says anything. He's not mute or anything he just got sick of talking one day or something... probably because he was always the one who had to explain I'm the straight one and he's... well, not." Sam smiled at her in a way that said: 'Laugh already, it was a joke. Need I spell it out?'

She giggled nervously.

"Hey! We laugh the same. Isn't that cute?" Sam was now grinning pleasantly. "Oh! I nearly forgot, that grumpy old windbag is Al. He's straight but I wouldn't try anything cause he bites." Sam added and then collapsed into a fit of girlish giggles.

She desperately wondered if they really did laugh the same. It was a most disturbing thought and she sincerely hoped it wasn't true.

"And what is you're name?" Al, the grumpy windbag, asked and raised an eyebrow.

"Me? Oh."

Panic!

"I'm Sally." She managed to get out after a few embarrassing moments trying to remember.

Al walked up to her and she fought the urge to cringe or shrink away. His hand came forward and she could see his badly cared for cuticles. Swiftly he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, there he placed a kiss and drawled that he was sure he was charmed.

Sally was very relieved that she hadn't pulled her hand away. That would have looked rather silly.

Everything went rather quiet after this. She noticed Sam had disappeared, probably into a coffin, which explained the sudden silence. Al, she then noted, was now climbing into another coffin. She stood there feeling rather lost and then she did something she would regret for the rest of her life. Or for the first five minutes after she woke up, anyway. She thought about her situation.

Three 'vampires' named Sam, Al and Bob had just barged into her tomb and attempted to convince her, that not only were they vampires, but that she was as well. They had then hidden in mouldy old coffins and left her standing there on her own with no proper explanations!

She promptly fainted in response to these thoughts.

Anyone who's tried fainting in a stone tomb will tell you they regretted it for the rest of their life. Mostly because it hurts a lot and then of course because of the waking up process, which involves rats and insects crawling over one's body.

More experienced vampires probably wouldn't even shrug at such surroundings during the waking of the up but Sally, she screamed. This began a complicated sort of chain of events.

First thing's first. The screaming woke Sam, Al and Bob up. They were a bit grouchy but didn't mind too much since it was already evening and they should probably have woken up an hour or two ago anyway. Sam realized immediately what was a matter and proceeded to 'rescue' her from those distressing vermin. She was very thankful and very nearly swooned, but was interrupted by the door of the tomb swinging open in a grumpy sort of way.

As it turned out, her screaming had alerted a group of very dangerous men to her presence and someone had been sent to investigate.

"Are you the source of that frightful noise?" The investigator asked, sounding almost bored. He was tall and very thin, wearing only black... robes?

Must be a priest or something. Sally thought, having recovered somewhat from being the distraught damsel in distress. Of course he was a priest! Who else would hang out in graveyards dressed like that?

"She's merely new to the experience of waking up in tombs with rats crawling all over her. It's under control." Al answered clearly and with authority.

The priest, she noticed, was holding a stick in his right hand.

How bizarre... she thought absently.

"Vampires." The priest stated with disdain and sneered.

"At your service... wizard." Al answered in the same tone of voice.

"Hand over the young one, I'll make sure she's registered as I'm sure you three are. My Lord has also demanded that someone is to be punished for interrupting his little inspirational speech." The priest, who she now very much doubted was a priest, gripped her upper arm with his bony hand, causing her pain and promising bruises in the morning.

Sam, Al and Bob stood by and did nothing as the stranger dragged Sally away from them.

"It's a shame, I sort of fancied her." She heard Sam say and sigh wistfully before the stranger slammed the door behind them.

Note: I just want to stick a note in here to thank Vampran for a brilliant review. Probably one of the best reviews I've ever gotten. Thank you very much! About the description thing, I do like describing stuff but I decided, in order to avoid Mary Sue-ness, not to describe Sally too much in the beginning. Don't worry, I'm sure she'll gain an eye-colour soon enough.