Hermione Granger; A Vampire Chapter 11
Hermione lay in the middle of her four poster, her legs dangling of the edge, her hands behind her head. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling, but she was deeply thinking about her hunting trip a few hours before…
She hadn't been able to feed. She had took a gulp of blood from the small brown rabbit she had caught, but couldn't seem to swallow it. She had gagged and retched from the taste and had spat it out. She really couldn't understand why the taste was so bad, and so she caught another one, but the same result occurred. She just couldn't drink from it. She had siphoned the blood from the animals wounds, into a plastic bottle, that she kept with her at a times, in case of emergency, and she needed a pick-me-up.
The animal blood hadn't even tasted that bad when she had first drank the stuff, after she turned. Maybe her taste buds were off? She sat up and scooted over to her bedside table, grabbed the plastic bottle full of blood, and walked over to the adjoining bathrooms. She put the bottle on the cabinet next to the sink, and took her toothbrush. Hermione wasn't sure what time it was as she didn't have a watch, but everyone else in her dormitory, were sleeping. She had woke up about half and hour before and judging by the taste in her mouth, it must be nearly morning.
She started to brush her teeth and thought about asking Katherine for help, but the last time Hermione had took advice from Katherine, she nearly killed someone, and she still wasn't convinced, Katherine hadn't gotten inside Hermione's head while sleeping and made her dream, that horrible dream she had a few days ago. She was also very intimidating and was five hundred years older, which made her a five hundred times faster and stronger than Hermione. It had been yesterday when Katherine had finally revealed her past to Hermione, and she was still having trouble getting her head around Katherine being centuries old.
When Hermione had finished, she put one had on either side of the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Being a vampire didn't change her appearance much. She still had chocolate brown eyes, and a snub nose. Her hair was still a brown bushy mess, and her skin was the same skin tone. The only difference, were the dark rings under her eyes from many sleepless nights.
She eyed the bottle wearily. She should be able to choke it down, now her mouth was fresh and clean. She unscrewed the cap and took a gulp. She tried to push it down, but she gagged and it spewed everywhere. All over Hermione, and the sink. She groaned. Now she was going to have to stay up another half hour to clean this up.
She grabbed some paper towels and began to clear up the mess. One of the girls in the dormitory started snoring, loudly, and louder for Hermione's ears. When she was finished, she put the blood soaked towels in the bin, and flopped on her bed, her night shirt still covered in blood.
She still couldn't choke down the animal blood, but she would sort that out in the morning. For now, she was going to get some sleep