Waking was terrible. I bolted upright gasping for air I both didn't need and couldn't get enough of. My silent chest was alive with the phantom thundering of my heart. Everything was too bright and my mouth was too dry. The only thing keeping me from shooting out of bed and directly into the remaining rays of sunlight was Hermione. Her presence was slowly driving the fear away.
It wasn't masculine and it wasn't dignified, but I jumped at her, burying my face in her chest despite the blankets dragging me down. Her hands threaded themselves through my hair in a calming way. All the while she sung a little song beneath her breath. When I was calm enough to regain my dignity I worked my self free of her grip. Scooting backwards and rubbing my nose simultaneously.
"It happens to everyone." She assured me, "your brain is freaking out, because it's sending all of the proper signals to your heart, but your heart isn't responding."
Still shaken from my recent 'adventure', I had no snarky words for her.
"Don't worry, everyone adapts. They have to. Your brain will soon realize it doesn't need your heart to live. You'll stop waking up feeling as though you're dying. Give it a week."
"Why don't I feel this way during my conscious hours?"
"Because you're used to it. Legend has it that vampires are cursed to never see the sun, therefore the undead are magically murdered every morning just before the sun comes up." She opened her hand and a book from my bedside table floated into her hand. I watched as she flipped the pages quickly and sat the tomme before me.
She's beautiful. Be it her fiery mane or her sparkling emerald eyes...she was a vision. I love her, she comes to be every night and I can no longer deny my feelings. I'll marry her. I'll love her. I'll have her.
Ronaldo Lestrange.
The next entry was written in a messy mockery of the previous entry.
The whore. I'd show her. How dare she spurn me -reject my offer! I loved her. I loved the way her hair caught the sun. So I cursed the witch to a life in the darkness she so readily dwelled in. Every day for the rest of eternity she and her kind will die again and again at sunrise. The sun is only for the blessed. The sun is only for the pure. It serves her right.
I'd love to read this from the beginning, hopefully she'd let me borrow it after her.
"Why is it always a lover spurned?" I huffed. She shrugged nonchalantly and collected the book once more.
"I've been rereading his diaries, trying to find out who she was. Perhaps if we can find her -that is if she wasn't caught in a beam of sunlight- we can reverse this."
"I don't understand our relationship, so excuse me if I'm out of line, but...why did you do this to me -to us- if you knew we'd never see the sun again?"
She jutted her chin out, staring at me defiantly. She reminded me of her old self for a moment. This was the face I'd seen her make hundreds of times whenever her friends defied her clearly superior intellect. Then it slowly melted into a pout, her shoulders sagged in a way that I'd never seen. All of her strength seemed to seep away before she looked at me with big sad eyes.
"Misery loves company," then the new Granger came back. She snatched her book back, straightened her shoulders, fixed her face, and left without another word.
*****xx
I spent my day with my father. He made a great tour guide and even managed to show me most of the Manor before everyone lined up to go hunting.
Longbottom and Granger were the last to join us on this fine day. It would seem that our esteemed Vampire Queen didn't have a harem for the fun of it. She -like the succubus she couldn't actually be, but still reminded me of- took very personal care of each man within the house. At least, that's what father said.
We were split up in groups of 3 and sent off to different parts of England. Father, Potter, and I made our way to muggle London seeing as it was closest. While I didn't do much of it as a human, running had a refreshing feel to it. Then again, that may have everything to do with the fact that I didn't need to breathe anymore therefore the fire in my lungs was no longer a thing. We skidded to a halt a mile away from a sleazy town packed to bursting with the poor.
According to father they poured from the buildings like multicolored roaches, "each race has a different taste." He assured me as we walked. Potter stayed silent on my other side, preferring not to speak of people like meals. Even if they were. I imagined Potter as the kind to personally feel the loss of each meal.
There was no need to tell me when we'd arrived. It was just as described and I grimaced. It would seem that people were stacked on top of one another. The homeless lined the streets like decorations rather than tragedies, bottles of booze discarded at their feet.
"Hermione says no parents." Potter warned me.
"And how am I supposed to know who is who?" I huffed, my eyes were scanning the streets as he spoke.
"They'll usually shout about it when they realize what's going on. In that case, you wipe their memory and move on to the next. We'll meet here after we've each finished. Is that a deal?" Even in death Saint Potter thought he was in charge.
"That's fine." Father answered to him, no matter how grudgingly so I supposed that I would as well.
"Yeah, it's whatever." Both of them took off in opposite directions, leaving me to move forward. I let my nose guide me to a small cabin of sorts. From what I could hear, there was only one person inside. He or she smelled delicious. Quickly, I climbed in through the window. My feet made no noise as they landed on the cracking linoleum. The kitchen was dark, shielding me.
My prey was a woman, sleeping peacefully on the couch. There was an immense amount of guilt churning in my stomach as I crept closer to her. How low was it to hurt a woman? She shifted, causing her smell to waft forward and clear my conscious. If my experience last night said anything, she'd only fight for a second.
I was right. She had one good, violent thrust in her. Morbidly enough the feeling reminded me of the single leap chocolate frogs took once released from the package. When my body began to buzz with the sense of being filled, I released her, wiped my mouth, and ran off through the window once more.
******and here is the 'whateverly' chapter. Review, I enjoy it.******