DISCLAIMER: Really, I don't own Harry Potter or it's universe. I do own my vampires, no touchy.
Chapter 2:
"It's nearly noon, we should take a visit to Diagon Alley." Eleonore said brightly. She was glad as ever to be back in the castle she loved the most. Its environment could simply make the world seem so much lighter. Everything made sense here, and anything was possible. Anselm's mood was brilliant as ever, too.
"As you wish, Ele." His smiles were infectious and it warmed her to see such a genuine pleasant expression. No hurt or discontent behind them. Eyes reflecting the lightest of seas. Eleonore giggled, "M'kay, I'll race you!"
"Are you sure? What if someone sees? I mean its all the way in London!" he asked flabbergasted. Her smile broadened.
"You afraid of losing?" she teased, eyebrows raised.
"No!" he exclaimed laughing then added seriously, "But we aren't meant to be seen."
"Easy remedy; move fast enough and they won't even see us." She said mischievously.
"What do I get if I win?" he challenged flirtatiously, though she didn't even notice, as always. She thought for a moment putting her finger to her lip.
"How about… that crystal ball you're always staring at of mine?" she offered then continued, "Makes no difference in any case. I have never lost." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
He gave her a smug look, his blonde hair was tied back elegantly with a black bow, a few strands refused to stay in place leaving them dangle in front of his eyes. His broad frame towered over her by almost two heads. In all he was an intimidating brother, "One shouldn't get so confident; it leads to their own demise. If you win… I will give you a kiss!"
Eleonore cringed, "A punishment for winning, eh? Doesn't sound fun."
"Aw, comm'on you know you want it!" Anselm poked her stomach kindheartedly.
She shook her head viciously, "No… If I win, I get to choose a book from your collection." He regarded her offer and nodded reluctantly in agreement.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah." She answered, determined.
Anselm scanned the black haired girl next to him skeptically. She wore a long black laced skirt and a black corset over a white 1700's styled peasant's shirt showing off her pale shoulders. "You can't seriously wear that to race!"
"What's wrong with it?" she asked offended looking down at herself critically.
"You'll trip over yourself in such an outfit. Corwin would never forgive me!" He teased half-jokingly.
Eleonore glared for a second and replied smirking, "Is it you're afraid of Corwin, or losing to a girl?"
"Ouch," he mocked being in pain by holding his heart dramatically. "I was only looking out for your own safety. Since you're so confident, however, lets begin!" he gave her a suspicious grin and counted clearly. "3, 2, 1... GO!"
Eleonore pushed of the ground so forcefully she leaped into the air getting a good head start. Trees, bushes, and animals turned into a blur of color. She loved the feel of the wind in her hair, her skirt flapping behind her frame rhythmically. The experience was therapeutic. Running was something she had always found comfort in, even when she was human. Her feelings for the hobby only grew with her exaggerated senses.
Anselm struggled to keep up. He knew she was a faster runner, but he was determined to beat her at this game. Ever since she was a newborn vampire she had beaten him. Keeping this in mind he pushed his feet forwards harder then he did before, willing his body to go faster. Dodging various trees and other obstacles in his way skillfully. They were almost there, it was now or never he pushed himself some more, accidentally he almost lost his footing but caught it just as quickly as he lost it.
Before Eleonore knew it she was there, she could see the stone road leading into Diagon Alley, but just a little later than she hoped. She needed to slow down and fast. "Shit!" she exclaimed as she saw a group of people walking towards the entrance, right in her way. Anselm slowed before she could and he dodged them easily.
She stumbled and fell directly into one of the boys in the group. This, obviously, made him fall as well. "I-I'm so sorry!" she could feel the blood rush to her cheeks, as she got up as quickly as she could without rising suspicion. "Are you okay? Oh god I'm such a klutz!" she said hastily as she held out a hand to help him up.
"Yeah, I'm alright." the boy replied. Most of his friends were trying to hold their laughter. The black haired boy with glasses however didn't hold his laughter, and was clenching his sides out of breath.
The sandy-haired boy on the ground accepted her hand and was brought to his feet. He pushed his hair to the side and she noticed his eyes, a gorgeous yellowed hazel. Eleonore blushed again as she noticed she was staring. There was scent coming off of him, a sweet alluring scent. Anselm yelled out, interrupting her thoughts, "I win the bet!" he was laughing at her as well. She ignored him, and apologized to the boy again.
Eleonore made her way to Anselm dazed. She couldn't help but hear the four boys start talking after they thought she was out of earshot. "Do you see her? She was gorgeous! Moony, you should ask her out sometime!" the short one said. "Not quite as pretty as a certain redhead, of course." the messy black haired boy added. "Hey Remus," the long raven haired guy injected jokingly, "if you don't, I will."
"I don't know guys-" Remus replied, but Eleonore's eavesdropping was cut short from Anslem. "Guess what, guess what!" he exclaimed like an impatient little boy, then with out waiting too long for a response he burst out, " I BET YOU! I get your crystal ball!
She made a 'woohoo' sound and the hand-gesture to match. Which he replied to by pushing her lightly in the arm. "So, where to first?" Eleonore asked. "Book store, of course!" he said. She rolled her eyes and agreed, "Sure, just let's not spend all day in there."
The book store was even better then she remembered. The various colored books outlined the walls and shelves almost artistically. The sun's rays beamed through the old stained windows, creating a calming atmosphere.
They found their school books easily since it was the beginning of the year and they were displayed for students. This gave the two vampires some time to browse a bit before heading out to another store within Diagon Alley.
Eleonore ran her fingers down the spines of books until she got to the fiction section. Meanwhile, Anselm worked his way to the reference and wizarding history section.
After a thorough look in the section, she decided to buy two muggle books; 'Some of Your Blood' by Theodore Sturgeon, and 'Invaders From the Dark' by Greye La Spina. Both were short and were probably be finish sometime within the night. While in the check out line she looked up to the second floor where Anselm was at. He didn't look at all ready to leave. Typical.
A loud, impatient cough sounded in front of her. It was the clerk, and clearly she wasn't happy about the young witches attention span. "Oh! Sorry, 'bout that." Eleonore said as apologetically as she could muster. Inside she was screaming obscenities at the ignorant employee. Quickly she bought her books, which was quite expensive. It was a good thing the coven shared all their money, both muggle and wizarding.
She made her way to Anselm to tell him she was going to wait for him outside on the bench. He gave her a nod and said, "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a second." Eleonore rolled her eyes thinking half-heartedly, Sometimes he can be such a dork.
As Eleonore left the store her eyes burned with the intense light. Her eyes were used to the dim lighting in the book store, so now her eyes struggled to adjust. She squinted and pulled out one of her newly bought books to block the sun from her eyes. She knew they wouldn't fully adjust because her vampiric eyes could constrict any more then they were now. Her iris might as well be non-existent by this point. Thankfully her book did some good and she saw a shady spot under a lone tree.
It was fairly comfy, and she could open her eyes without much pain which was enough for her. She cursed herself for not thinking of bringing her sunglasses with her. She opened the book she had used to block the light, 'Invaders From the Dark'.
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"We get it, we get it!" Sirius said laughing at his best friend, James, who was going over how important it was to get Lily the perfect gift this year. "Look mate, we've been in here for over an hour. I'm going to browse a few stores down. Alright?" Sirius gestured towards Remus, saying, "Moony, you coming? Beats hearing about a certain red-head." "Definitely." Remus agreed.
"See you soon, Prongs." Remus said, then left with Sirius.
"Shouldn't Peter be back soon?" Remus asked curiously.
Sirius shrugged, "He said he needed some new robes. His old ones are too wide and to short." He laughed.
Remus smiled, "He did lose quite a lot of weight. I suppose he'll catch up with James when he's done."
Sirius stopped walking and said suddenly, "Hey, look who's over there."
Remus toke a few steps back to get back with his black haired friend, "What? Who are you talking about?"
He smirked, "The girl who ran you over earlier."
Remus gave him a quick glare. "So what."
"Comm'on Moony, she's reading a book! She's perfect for you!" Sirius urged, then added, "She's not bad looking either."
The sandy-haired boy pushed his bangs out of his vision and looked at the girl of conversation.
She was gorgeous.
Pale skinned, and contrasting long black hair that flowed to her lower back elegantly with bangs that accented her heart shaped face perfectly. A slim figure adorn in a delicate balance of old-time English and modern. She was a sculptors dream.
But something was completely off. If only he knew what.
Sirius was making his way towards the her, so reluctantly Remus followed.
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A/N: Sorry it took forever for this chapter to be up ^^;
Hopefully the other chapters won't be THAT delayed XD PLEASE Review. Thats what keeps me writing!