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Author's Note: I have decided to keep this largely femlash for the time being. Harry Potter and the other characters might come into play, but for the moment it is solely about Kyra Stonehart (my vampire OC) and Hermione Granger. Contrary to my personal opinion, I decided to continue this for a few chapters at least and see where it goes. I have no major plans for this story but I want to establish a new version of vampires and their domain as Hermione is thrust into it. There will be plenty of dark stuff and several vampire scenes so brace yourself for a rather wild ride as Hermione Granger is, quite literally, whisked away to the heart of darkness and beyond!

Chapter 2: A Bloody History Lesson

When Hermione Granger came to, she was chained to a rectangular piece of stone like a mixture of a bed and a table. It was a solid block of marble though and completely free of any runes or carvings she could see. She noticed this by twisting awkwardly against the chains that were fastened to her wrists and ankles. Thankfully, she wasn't eagle-sprawled this time but she was still naked and blushed furiously. Anyone could walk right in and see her like this!

Closing her eyes, Hermione probed her brain, against a throbbing headache, and struggled to remember what had happened to her and why she was here in this prison-like cell. After a few moments, her mind cleared somewhat and most of the memories of last night flooded back to her. At first, she was floored and left gasping by the extreme amount of pain she felt that accompanied her memories.

Oddly enough, everything she saw in her mind's eye was through a thin veil of red. Eventually, the pain transformed to pleasure and it was Hermione's cheeks that were red when she realised exactly what had happened to her. She had just had sex with a female vampire who claimed her as her slave, and dragged her against her will to this god-forsaken place. Instantly, any pleasure Hermione felt was replaced with revulsion and the Muggleborn witch fought against a wave of nausea that threatened to dislodge itself from her throat.

Unable to hold back any longer, she gasped and her eyes flung open. Much to her dismay and embarrassment, Hermione vomited only to gape in shock as the vomit floated in the air and vanished from sight. She blinked as her mind tried to wrap itself around that factor. It could have easily been vanished with a scourgefy spell but Hermione heard no such spell cast or even the familiar flick and swish of a wand. Her heart sank.

Either that bitch Kyra, or another vampire, was in the general district and had waved away the vomit with their vampire magic. Normally, Hermione would have been thrilled with this discovery as wandless and wordless magic was exceptionally hard to accomplish and only the likes of Dumbledore had been known to do so and not become a squib. That vampires – of all people! – could do it was a surprise unlike any other. Hermione tried to resist the urge to want to learn more about it, seeing as she was nothing more than a slave to the dark creatures.

She should have never trusted Kyra no matter how hot the vampires looked and how horny Hermione was at the time. Yes. As much as she hated to admit it, Hermione was like any other girl and the thought of having no future boyfriends due to her bookworm status at Hogwarts had been too much to bear. If she had focussed more on the threat at hand, she could have possibly contained it and called the Aurors. But now it was too late and she was a vampire's slave and taken to one of their covens if she remembered correctly.

Struggling to suppress the wave of sadness and despair that washed over her, Hermione craned her neck awkwardly trying to access just where she was and to see if there were any guards in the room. As she had thought, this was probably a prison cell. She was surrounded by four stone walls, a stone floor, and a stone ceiling. There were absolutely no windows and any other decorations. The only exit was a rectangular stone door that was currently closed probably locked and warded, blocking any hope of escape.

Hermione's blood boiled with fury when she saw that someone was leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a cocky and nonchalant expression as if in utter control of everything. Cascading black hair over deathly pale skin and angular but enticing features told her that it was none other than her captor and now master: Kyra Stonehart. The vampires in question was studying Hermione with an impassive expression and stark naked.

Hermione blushed furiously and looked away eliciting an amused chuckle from the watcher.

"My, my, Granger," Her captor drawled. "After all we've experienced I should have thought you'd be prepared to see me in my natural state. It was such a bother wearing filthy Muggle clothes, even wizard clothing is a chore. One thing you should know is that in our covens, all vampires usually wear nothing. It is to honour the Earth without which we would not survive."

"How so?" Hermione asked, hating herself for doing so.

"Normally, I would punish you for speaking without orders as you are my slave," Kyra said haughtily. "But in this case I suppose a Mudblood like you would require an answer. In light of that, or should I say in dark of that, I will inform you briefly of our customs."

Hermione had to clench her teeth and her fists to withhold a snide remark. If there was anything she had learned of from reading books about vampires, it was that they were extremely powerful, savage, and cared little for using dark magic or evil on their prisoners and others if it got them what they wanted. So it was that she reluctantly remained silent and submissive.

"Very good," Kyra crooned, sauntering over to Hermione. "You're learning, slave. Anyhow, onto the answer. Might as well get it over with so that we can move on to other things."

Hermione blushed furiously at the emphasis on the last two words causing Kyra to smirk at her slave's distress.

"All that you need to know," Kyra said gratingly. "Is that we draw our blood from the bowels of the earth through sacred relics of our past called Blood Diamonds. These draw enough blood to sustain our food supply. Sadly, such blood is tainted since it comes from the dead bodies of humans who have dissolved into the earth, their bodies transformed back into the dust from whence they came.

"Since vampires need blood to survive, we have established a fairly good food chain via the Blood Diamonds. Using them, we replenish our food supply after drawing enough blood from them. Thus, we do not have to feast on many humans or magicals and have been able to remain largely hidden and secret. That is why no one believes vampires exist except for wizard folk. But we do and one day, we shall throw off our mantel of secrecy and reveal ourselves to the world. In that day, we shall destroy all wizards and enslave the rest of mankind.

"This might come to a shock to you, but Pureblood supremacy was actually started amongst wizards by vampires. Working from the shadows for generations, we have kept wizards and witches divided so that they can do our dirty work for us. This also stops them from becoming a threat to our kind and enables us to pull the strings. Did you know that the Dark Lord Grindewald was actually a half-human half-vampire as was Voldermort?

"That was why they truly hated Muggles because they detested that they had gotten more powerful than their masters, vampires, and wanted to put them in their place. They also wanted to crush any resistance amongst wizard kind and pave the way for the vampires return to power. So far you wizards have put up a fight but not for long. Our vampire queen grows weary of all this shadow play and wants to reveal ourselves sooner than we had originally planned.

"But there's no need to worry yourself with vampire politics and dogma now, Granger, for you are my slave. You are merely a food supply that I can toss out like a bin of trash whenever I please. Should you try to tell your wizard friends about this, there will be hell to pay and you will watch your friends get tortured and sucked dry by vampires. Then you will be tortured and your blood cleaned out by a vampire much crueller and harsher than I.

"I am just a young vampire so you can be thankful for my mercy, generosity, and leniency. This won't last long though as I must teach you vampire customs and traditions. You will learn our ways as if you will become one of us. Be a good slave, and you might just earn that honour. But first, you must prove yourself strong enough to survive in a vampire coven where survival is only deserved by the fittest and most powerful.

"Do this, and you will eventually earn your freedom and status of becoming a vampire. Then, I might claim you as my mate should you so deserve. But enough talk! I grow weary and must feed. After that, I will give you a short tour of the coven and then you will meet the other prisoners who you will stay with for the time being until I have further need of you. Again, I remind you to be thankful for my generosity as most vampires aren't nearly so kind to their slaves. Got that?"

Hermione simply nodded, her mind reeling. It was too much to comprehend that two of the worst Dark Lords in history, and possibly more besides, were of vampiric descent. It made sense really since Death Eaters loved to torture Muggles and did who knew what with them? Pureblood supremacy had to start from somewhere and that vampires began it as a plot to take over the world and return to power was a plausible explanation.

Sadly, Hermione wasn't feeling like a Gryffindor right now seeing as she was chained and helpless about to be drunk from like a cup of pumpkin juice. Still, her friends were in danger if what Kyra said was true. She knew their type. When a bad guy had gotten a new prisoner, they loved to gloat about their master plans. It was a common ploy to make their prisoner feel helpless and unable to escape. Hermione certainly felt like that right now, but retained a hope that Aurors would learn of her disappearance and rescue her.

Without anything else to do, she braced herself and resigned herself to her fate. That came in the form of Kyra who had reached Hermione now and was staring appraisingly at her. Licking her lips almost greedily, Kyra reached out a hand and pinched Hermione's nipple sharply making her gasp. Hermione closed her eyes, determined not to get any enjoyment from this. She felt so guilty for enjoying it the other night and was determined not to do so again. But her resolve crumbled when Kyra leaned down and kissed Hermione forcefully on the lips making her toes curl.

Everything blurred around Hermione as the vampires snogged her senseless while fondling her breast and pinching her nipple. After what seemed like forever, Kyra yanked her lips away leaving Hermione's own bruised and swollen. Hermione gasped for breath, her eyes glazed and shivering in pleasure as Kyra trailed kisses all over her neck. With a look of lust and hunger in her eyes, the female vampire climbed on top of Hermione and sat on her stomach making it rather hard to breath.

Hermione closed her eyes and braced herself for the pain as Kyra parted her lips revealing her piercingly sharp vampiric fangs. Tucking her hair behind her shoulder, Kyra stooped down and scraped her fangs lightly along Hermione's neck drawing a trickle of blood. Hermione shuddered and was dismayed that she felt no pain, only a trifle weak but more alive than ever before. The feeling only intensified further as her master breathed in the scent of blood and plunged her fangs into her neck.

Black spots danced in Hermione's vision and she writhed violently as she felt her very lifeblood being drained out of her by a substantial amount. Weary beyond measure, Hermione fought off the exhaustion that tried to yank her down into the blackness of an unconscious mind. She hated herself for being so weak and wanted to be stronger than the last time. For some strange reason, she felt like she wanted to prove something to the vampires that was now her master.

But whatever the case, the thought was lost to her as Hermione sank into oblivion. The last thing she saw was her blood dripping from Kyra's fangs as the nude vampires slid them out of her throat, licking her lips as if she had just sampled a tasty treat. And then, overcome with pain and exhaustion, Hermione promptly fainted and everything went black.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Hopefully this chapter won't be as painful as the last one and the plot will thicken as the chapters continue. Here's a special thank you to each and everyone who reviews this story, and reads it despite its plot-holes, clichés, and rough spots. Do stay tuned as there's much more to come.

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