HELLO! How is everyone today?

listens to answers and nods

Excellent! (Or, I'm sorry, depending on answer)

Ok, so since I am a horrible person, you will not find out right away what happened to Hermione. :p

runs away and hides behind a tree

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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.

………..

She woke slowly, aware of the forest stirring around her. She wrinkled her forehead and contemplated the headache her body was slowly becoming aware of. Her neck burned, as though….

Her eyes snapped open and she felt the side of her neck, where two indents were situated. As though she had been bitten. She was bitten by a…. by a vampyre. Did that mean she was a vampyre? She didn't feel any different. Perhaps she was still a human. But then….

She looked around. Where was Hermione? What if she was a vampyre, and she ate her sister?

"Hermione?" she asked tentatively. The trees absorbed the sound, then threw her voice back at her, startling her.

"Good morning." The voice came from behind her.

She whipped around and gasped to see Rowlan leering at her from the crook of an oak tree. Seeing her glance, he jumped down from the branch and walked toward her.

" I must apologize. It was… rude… of me to leave you by yourself. I should have taken you with us."

"W-what?" She stammered.

" Oh yes," he continued, his smile growing wider, " For you are invited to the Princes coronation. You might say you are the guest of honor."

Without further conversation he sprang toward her, arms outstretched.

………..

Ezekiel gathered himself for a last attempt at fleeing. He sprang towards the gilded doors, the doors that led to outside, to freedom. But they were closing… closed.

He skidded to a halt to see Dracos arm, outstretched. He closed the door! Somehow, he had the power to command objects.

He felt his fangs emerge and, snarling, he took a defensive position towards his master, his Prince.

"How dare you." Draco spat, " She is mine."

" Was." Ezekiel smirked.

" Is." Draco growled, " You merely kissed her. But that was enough."

He sprang toward Ezekiel and opened his mouth. Ezekiel only had time to blink before Draco tore his throat out.

Blood bubbled out of the wound as the body fell to the ground. Draco looked with disdain towards the dead guard. He would not drink the blood of a traitor. He would only spill it.

………..

As the wind viciously cut her cheeks, Hermione decided that jumping might not have been the most intelligent of ideas.

She landed on her feet and the pain and shock combined threw her into the rosebushes. She whimpered as the thorns claimed her body, as they tasted her blood. She struggled to her feet, cutting her bare skin as she made it to her feet. She was cold, and bloody.

She struggled out of the bushes, tearing her nightclothes. When she made it out, she looked down and grimaced. The front of her nightdress was torn, and exposed her from neck to waist. As she was wearing nothing under the clothing, she blushed from modesty. The blood did not stain the crimson clothing, but it showed up starkly against the ivory of her skin.

She looked around her and realized she was alone. Gathering her emotions, she ran for the forest.

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A/N so… how was that? Answer your questions? Or create more? Well, you'll just have to convince me to continue speedily with this, shan't you, mah dolls?