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"Good, now Zev, I'd like a room for the day."

"Sure." Zev turned quickly and dug in a draw until he pulled out a small iron key with a black ribbon tied around its end, coming over to us, he handed it to Zev, "Number 13." Zane nodded tersely and stood, I did also, not knowing what else to do.

Now, this is for real.
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Ch. 3: Kissy, Kissy, Gag.

Zane walked swiftly over to a lone staircase, the steps were high and old-fashioned with a blood red rug running up the middle. He moved up them without trouble, but the height did catch me at first, not being used to the tall narrow steps.

The stairs led to a narrow hallway, the little light that emitted from the gothic sconces casting shadows on the walls that were painted a deep, dark, midnight blue, the silver ceiling offsetting the dark walls and dark mahogany flooring.

I was led down the hallway, a knot of fear growing in the pit of my stomach as we went further into the murky depths of the hall. 'What if he plans to kill me? No, he wouldn't do that, would he? I don't even know this guy. He could be a mass murderer for all I know. Oh, wait, I forgot, he's a vampire, of course he's a mass murderer. Gods, what did I get myself into.' I thought as I blindly followed.

He turned near the end of the hall and unlocked the door with the key and entered. Before stepping into the room, I glanced at him, he was sitting on the bed. As his eyes met mine, he motioned for me to come in and shut the door. Still, I paused, taking in the room from the threshold.

It was rather large for a rental I assumed. It had a enormous King sized bed against the wall made of dark oak and was intricately carved, the sheets were blood red while the pillows were black, and appeared to be made of silk. The floor was a lighter shade of oak, but had a black rug with silver designs laid overtop that covered much of the room. The walls were painted a dark shade of red, and had black molding, while the ceiling again was silver. A large window was to the right of the bed, looking out onto a view of a lake that I didn't know was there, the curtains were dark black and made of heavy material. I was pulled out of my observations by a silky voice, "You can come in you know." He paused, then chuckled, "I don't bite, unless you want me to."

I nodded, still undecided, but stepped in anyway, shutting the door softly behind me, although I didn't go further than necessary

We just stared at each other for a while before he spoke again, "I won't hurt you, you, and I'm sure you have many questions. Come sit down, it might take awhile." He patted the bed invitingly.

Looking at him in the light, I realized he appeared to be young, around twenty or so, with shoulder length, shaggy black hair and dark blue eyes, his skin like plaster, deathly white.

Warily I went over and sat on the bed as far away as possible as he chuckled yet again, moving so that he was now leaning against the headboard of the bed with his ankles crossed, his shoes discarded on the floor. "Well, first question?"

I thought for a moment before answering, turning and leaning against the end post of the bed. "Do we have, special powers or something?"

"We have 'super' strength, we don't age, unless you want to, we can glamour ourselves to look like what we want to look like but will change to our real form when feeding. The older you are, the more powerful you are, this also depends on what generation you are." At my confused look, he explained. "I was sired from Dracula, so I am a second generation, since you were sired from me you are a third generation and more powerful than most even though you are still young." I nodded, "We can shape shift into the animal that is residing in your soul which is also depicted on your mark. Some have telepathic abilities, you should. We also have a sexual lure, which aids in feeding off willing suspects."

"So, what is with this mark thing?"

"You have the punctures on your neck which will never leave you, my mark upon your breast, and your own mark on you lower side."

At her blank stare he continued explaining.

"Every vampire has his mark, everyone's is different and all who have been sired from him carry his mark on the breast." He unbuttoned his black shirt, revealing a small tattoo above where his heart would be. It was a snake wrapped around a large sword. "This is the mark of Dracula." I nodded, and he revealed the pale flesh marred only by yet another small tattoo on his left side depicting this time a dragon with a dagger wrapped in its tail. "This is my mark which is upon your breast and your mark is here."

"Oh."

"Unlike the punctures which cannot be concealed in any form with magic on makeup, the tattoos can be with a simple glamour, but all vampires who are more powerful than you can see them easily. Next question?"

He still had his shirt unbuttoned and I had a difficult time tearing my eyes away from the pale skin that was revealed. He smirked knowingly, causing my eyes to snap to his as a small blush crept up on my cheeks. "Um…How do we die?"

"About the only way to kill a vampire is to remove his heart from his/her body and bury it at least ten feet from the body. Since you are a witch also," as he said this my eyes widened. "Yes I know you are a witch, which is one reason why I was going to turn you even if you weren't willing. When a non-magic vampire feeds on a witch or wizard they will die unless they turn the said witch/wizard. You can taste the magic in their blood. Since you were magical before becoming a vampire this rule does not apply to you. When you turn someone, they can be willing, like you were, and that will make them stronger than if they were forced and didn't accept the gift. Back to the ways to kill us.

"For a magical vampire, you need to remove the heart and place it in a steel box ten feet from your body or you can still reach it. Completely removing the head will also kill us, but a stake through the heart won't. Once it is removed we will be mobile again; cutting us up into small parts would be quite efficient also.

"We heal faster than normal Letalis do though the less dangerous the wound the more time it takes to heal since it isn't life threatening. The killing curse has no affect on us also because we are already dead, our heart no longer beats, not normally."

"I'm…dead!" I sat up quickly. This is not something I needed to know.

"You died last night, for some it is painful, the more powerful you are the less it hurts and since you are a witch, the magic in your veins helped in lessening the pain, but yes, you are dead."

'Oh dear god, I'm dead! This is not good, what if people can tell?' I was staring at Zane worriedly, he just sat there smirking his evil little, sexy, I-know-more-than-you-do, sexy, smirk. How many times did I say sexy? I really need help. "What are you smirking at! What if people find out I'm dead! What am I supposed to tell my friends, 'Oh, yes, guess what I did over the summer? I died, isn't that exciting, but I was reborn as a vampire so now I go around sucking the blood out of innocent muggles. Not to worry though, I'll try to keep from killing you.' Yes that will go over nicely." I spoke sardonically, but still, he kept his smirk. 'I really, hate that facial expression, it makes him too hot, especially with his shirt unbuttoned, leaving his pale flawless skin in my view.' I think I started salivating.

"They won't notice anything unless you want them to, you can glamour yourself to the way you were before, and when feeding we have the self-control to not kill. Your heart does beat, but irregularly, the more blood you have drunk the more it is like normal."

"We don't have to kill?"

"No, usually it is used as a last resort because then we have to hide the body which is becoming harder to do. Unless you are going into or in blood lust, you don't have to kill. The process of removing blood can be either pleasurable or painful depending on how you go about it. Some Letalis enjoy being fed off of and will come back for more, we call them blood slaves. It is good to have a few because you need not worry about finding a suspect if one is in the area. Though you must be careful for if you feed off of a vampires blood slave without his permission and he is stronger than you, you could die. Your blood slaves will carry your mark, invisible to all but vampires on their neck."

"Oh. I see, I guess. What is a Letalis? I've heard you say it a few times."

"Oh, it is our term for mortal, it means mortal in Latin."

"That's what I had thought." I was once again staring at his chest, the next thing I noticed was a cool body pressed closely against mine. "What, are you doing to me?"

"Nothing Dysis. Why do you ask?" he whispered seductively into my ear, his warm breathe sending chills down my spine.

"Yes you..." I was cut off by his lips claiming mine though in a possessive kiss.

I didn't know how much time had passed, but when he finally pulled away, I found myself lying on my back with Zane straddling my waist. Eyes widening I jerked away from him, or tried to at least, his weight not allowing me to move. "What...?" I asked uncertainly, staring into his dark, dangerous eyes.

"You need to learn to relax Hermione, or should I say Dysis?" with that said, he swooped down on me once more, capturing my lips in a less forceful kiss. Unlike the last time, when I had been to shocked to respond, I found herself kissing him back immediately, my hand finding it's way to his dark, silky hair, pulling his head closer to my own.

The kiss intensified, our tongues battling for dominance. Zane's lips then started moving down lower, sucking, licking, and gently biting the skin on my neck. His hands, sliding up my body, slipping under my shirt, rubbing my breasts through the thin material of my bra.

This woke up my deadened senses, and with a force I didn't believe myself capable of, shoved Zane off of me, 'Must be the vampire power.' I thought, but even that didn't move him far, for he was still on top of me. Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I spoke in a shaky voice, his eyes staring into mine. "I...I have, to go now. Father, will be," I closed my eyes and shuddered before continuing, "looking for me."

Still staring deeply into my eyes he answered, "If that is what you wish." after saying that he stood, "But, keep in mind that a vampire's relationship to one he has sired, is much like that of being married." this left my mouth hanging open in shock. "We now have a bond, we can communicate through minds over far distances unlike your normal telepathic abilities. We will always be able to locate each other and whenever you need me, just say, or think my name." after he saw me nod he continued, "To leave, just think of where you want to go and what it looks like, much like Apparating, while standing in the shadows.

I did as he said, and thought of my room. I felt, nothing, like I was disintegrating into blackness, unlike the pull one experiences from Apparating or using portkeys.

As I entered her room, I didn't stumble or fall down since I just appeared, no force threw me there.

Sighing, I stripped out of my clothes and fell into bed.

Sleep didn't claim me though, I just laid there thinking over the time with Zane. 'He's peculiar, kissing me, and then acting like nothing happened. He must have experience, he did say Dracula sired him..."

I was pulled from my thoughts as I heard the door slam open, "ARE YOU HOME!" my father's voice rang out through the air, 'Is it not as late as I thought?' I wondered, looking at the clock, 7:06, 'DAMN!'

Getting up quickly, I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, running downstairs. "Yes, I'm home father." I called as I headed toward the kitchen.

"Where's my dinner, I'm starving. Missed lunch," his eyes turned cold, "Where were you?" he sneered, "I'll have to punish you for your disobedience, didn't I tell you food was supposed to be on the table when I got home?"

I shuddered as I made dinner, "Yes father."

"So the reason that when I come home today, you were in your room and no food was to be seen?"

"I...I was...with a friend."

"What was that, a friend, in your room with you?" he snarled, a beer bottle then heard shattering.

"No!" I exclaimed, "I was, at their house earlier, and I...forgot the time."

"Which friend caused you to disregard my orders? It wasn't those two boys from your school, was it! I thought I told you you couldn't talk to them. That bloody bird, if I had my shotgun yesterday, it would've died."

"It wasn't them, I haven't talked or wrote to them at all, I swear! You wouldn't know him though."

"HIM! You SLUT! What were you doing? Fucking him as well! That is the only thing you're good at though, isn't it? That's how you get such good grades! Fucking all the teachers, Jack did say you were good. I suppose I'll have to see for myself." his tone changing from anger to thoughtfulness.

My eyes widened in horror, his friends were bad enough, but...my father? I wouldn't be able to stand it. Walking into the living room I finally spoke, "Here's you dinner, I'll, be in my room."

As I turned to walk away, a hand caught my wrist forcefully, pulling me around to face him. He jerked me, causing me to stumble slightly, and forcefully kissed me.

Once he released me, I ran to my room, breathing heavily, as he spoke, "I"ll have to try you out tomorrow, then. It'll be no fun if your tired."

I reached my room, shutting the door quickly, but quietly, and leaned against it heavily. 'I can not believe him...to his own daughter.' I moved over to my bed, and curled into a fetal position, hugging my knees to my body, and let the tears slip from my eyes for the first time this summer.
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I don't particularly like this chapter, but...oh well. Please review, it makes me happy, (I know that's your main goal in life, yes, I am talking to you...) But, anyway, tell me what-cha think, all flames will be used to cook me dinner.
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