ponders for a moment

Yes… well… I am VERY sorry I haven't updated in a while… but you all know that I do not have a high-speed internet access at home… so it really isn't my fault.

I also realized something, each time I update I , erm, conveniently forget to place a disclaimer… so here it is, and I am not writing it again:

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters I do, however, own the plot, the setting, and the random characters I insert into the fray.

Just a reminder, this is a horror story, so I may insert violence and angst at my leisure…. And I may have to update the rating of this….

Happy reading…. Toodles.

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Not having a scathing retort handy, she did the next most desirable thing- she stuck her tongue out at him.

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After the dinner, Hermione was escorted back to her room.

"Ginny."

"Yes ma'am." Ginny answered .

"Are you…. Are you one of them?" She faced Ginny and looked at the pale face, the eyes flecked with red.

Ginny nodded and resumed pulling back the bedding .

"Why?" The question escaped her lips.

Ginny looked at her, but her gaze did not soften, " I chose it."

"What?"

There was no amusement in her face as she replied, " A vampyres bite does not kill, Hermione. Nor does it create another. It merely stuns the person." She watched her for a moment and continued, " I see you are surprised by my use of ' person' rather than victim. I did not call them a victim because the taking of blood does not harm them. The only way a person would die of a vampyres kiss is if the vampyre was in bloodlust, and unaware of their surroundings."

Hermione looked at the face she had loved, the face that was now so unfamiliar to her, "How did you choose, Ginny? Why did you choose to become one of them?"

" There are some questions in which you need not know the answer, ma'am." Ginny finished her work and walked to the closet to pick Hermiones nightclothes.

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As Hermione watched the darkness around her, she was unaware of the gaze that met hers, the body that shifted closer to the bed at every moment.

"Luna." She thought, "Luna…if Ginny is right, then you are not dead. You must be so frightened. Alone in the forest… my baby sister. I'm sorry."

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Ezekiel watched her form in the darkness. She was beautiful. Her sweet smell invoked a thirst deep within him and he longed to taste her sweetness, to sip the chalice that was forbidden to him. Her skin was so soft, he wished to caress it. To place her warm skin next to his and feel the life stirring within her.

He leapt and was beside her bed in a moment. He saw her puzzled face scan the darkness, look into his face. He met her gaze with a smirk, knowing she couldn't see him and relishing his anonymousity. After a moment she placed her head back on the pillow.

Her movement carried her scent to him.

Quickly, he leant over her and kissed her waiting neck. She started and brushed the tip of her fingers against the spot of his cold kiss. Her eyes widened, and he knew she felt his presence.

He was enjoying their game, but he could not wait.

In an instant, he was beside her in the bed, his body cupping hers and his hand over her mouth, crushing her plump lips against his hand, bruising her. Quickly, he replaced his hand with his lips and ran his hands down her arms, pinning her to the soft pillow. Her mouth worked beneath his, trying to make a sound, but he wouldn't allow it. She bit his lip and it startled him. He moved his mouth away from hers and she let out a bloodcurdling scream. He wretched himself off her and sent a stinging blow to her face.

He ran away from the figure on the bed and out the door. He ran down the hall and heard footsteps behind him, chasing him. He turned for an instant to see the face of Draco Malfoy, livid with rage.

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She cradled her face in her palm, wincing from the sharp needles of pain that sprang from her cheek. He was gone.

She looked out the open door and caught a glimpse of Ginny running after the intruder. She was alone in the room.

Her glance strayed to the window… the balcony. Without a second thought, she ran to the window as wrenched it open.

The balcony stones were cold, and it was a long way down. She didn't allow herself to think. She flung herself over the side.

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