A/N: Wow I'm so glad this story had been accepted well, thanks to my reviewers! I love getting reviews so keep coming!
Jackalope hunter: Haha Pietro and Hermione will be kicking some 'Vamp ass'. Pietro is the Italian form of 'Peter'. I heard it when I was visiting my friend in Italy and I really liked it!
Thirty minutes later Hermione and Pietro walked briskly in to the small village, it was very drab. The whole area seemed to be drained of color. The villagers stopped and stared at them as the walked through. The only colors they wore were variations of gray. Hermione's smile quickly faded when they made it to the center of town, there was a small group of disgruntled looking men chatting menacingly. The group of men stopped their talking as soon as they saw Hermione and Pietro walking towards them. His hand instinctively flew to his wand on his belt; she put her hand on his abdomen, signaling to let her handle it. Hermione walked briskly up to men and there was as usual an air of bossy confidence.
"Hello I am Hermione Granger, this is my partner Pietro Lucien, we've been sent to…" but she was cut off but the oldest and most pompous of the men.
"You're the Vampire killers?" He said incredulously. The man turned to his fellows and let out a bark of laughter. At this Pietro had tried to advance on the man but Hermione flung out her arm to stop him.
"Yes, we're the vampire experts you sent for." She said keeping her tone dead pan.
"BAH!" was his response "Listen girly, do you know how many vampire hunters have come and met their dooms here?"
"I think we'll manage."
"Fine but it's your pretty neck you're risking." The man touched her neck with the tips of his fingers. Pietro moved so quickly it was blur, he grabbed the mans wrist, gripping it so tight the man howled in pain.
"Pietro!" At this he released the mans wrist glaring at him. "I apologize, we'll be on our way now." She shot at glare at Pietro and they walked without another word past the group of men. They soon came to a small house right where Sebastian had said to him it would be they walked in. They spent most of the rest of the day cleaning and setting up. After it looked quite nice she looked out the window the sun was fading fast.
"How long you give it?" she asked polishing her crucifix.
"Till dark? An hour. I say we do the Orion strategy." He said with a smirk.
"That one? Again?"
"It's effective especially when we've just set up post." He paused "or we could do the Romeo and Juliet strategy." If it was possible his grin widened even more.
"Fine, Orion it is." Hermione said grudgingly and went upstairs to get ready. She rummaged threw her trunk and pulled out a simple long black skirt, stuffing the crucifix in to her black tank top, so it look liked a simple silver necklace. She put the skirt on over her britches and belt. Pulling her hair out of its ponytail her hair cascaded down her back in luscious auburn curls. Soon she went back down stairs to find Pietro grinning at her smugly.
"You better head out now, while its still light." She nodded and walked haughtily out in to the cool twilight. The sun was just about to set; she could just barely see it from where she'd stationed herself in the forest. Her crucifix felt hot, it was a signal that Pietro was stationed also. She looked around in to the trees. There was a flash of gold light in the tree she was leaning against and she knew where he was.
It seemed to go from sunset to pitch black. Hermione stood up straight walking around the area, looking around that's when she heard it a crack of twig and the rustle of bushes coming from behind her. She whipped around.
"Hello? Who's there?" she called her voice trembling. "Hello?"
Then threw the trees three figures emerged. There was a short stout one he had messy brown hair and brown eyes and a pig like face. Another was taller and very skinny had greasy black hair that was parted down the middle and up turned nose and a pointed chin and gray eyes. The tallest had a darkly handsome face, large dark eyes, he was skinny but skinny as the other, broad shoulders, hollow cheeks, and dark curly hair al little bit past his ears.
"Hello there" said the tallest one as they advanced on her, Hermione was backing up almost tripping over a root. They two shorter ones laughed but the tallest quieted them raising his hand. Hermione was up against a large tree now, her heart racing and her chest heaving from fear and excitement her breath coming in quick successions
"W-who are you?" her voice was shaking. It had become considerably colder since the 'men' came in to the area.
"I'm Hephaistion," his dark eyes locked with hers as he drew nearer, his eyes were full of hunger and lust. His eyes moved from her eyes down to her slender neck. He reached out his icy cold fingertips touched her smooth warm skin.
Panic had crept up threw Hermione's stomach When a quick flash so bright it was like they were an inch from the sun. The men screamed covering their eyes, Pietro jumped down from the tree landing next to her. He straightened up next her a smirk playing at his mouth. She smiled then ripped off the skirt, pulled out her crucifix, and pulled a wooden stake from her belt.
The light had was gone and but the vampires were still cowering in pain. Hermione's hand gripped the back for the short ones head, pulling his hair. Raising her arm up and swiftly plunging the wooden stake in its chest. With one last excruciating scream he disintegrated in to dust. She looked as Pietro stabbed the greasy haired vampire. They exchanged a knowing glance then sprinted off in to different directions.
Grabbing her want from her belt, light erupted from the tip. "A witch? I should've known." Said a voice behind her. She whipped around Hephaistion was smiling at her his fangs bared he looked tired no doubt the effects of the sunlight pellet. There was short silence as they appraised each other. He looked her up and down licking his lips.
"I think I'll rather enjoy this." He lunged at her. She jumped backwards narrowly avoiding his grasp.
He quickly recovered. She tucked rolled and hopped up with great agility. She had positioned herself perfectly to finish him. In a blue of silver and arrow shot from a tree embedding it's self in Hephaistion's shoulder .A thick fog generated around them, it cleared as quickly as it came. This wasn't a common trait in the common vampire, a way of escaping and appearing stealthily or when said vampire was injured it could not escape of on it's own.
Hermione swore colorfully and looked up in to the trees she heard the ominous pop and knew whoever it was they were a witch or wizard and were very much on her bad side now.
To be continued………………..