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Chapter 8

Hathor P.O.V

I woke up feeling groggy. I groaned and pulled myself out of bed. I walked into the bathroom, undressed and stepped into the shower. I let the hot water cascade down my body, letting it wake me up. The fog over my mind began to lift and clear as I remembered what had happened. The blocks were all gone. I would need to start practicing my new abilities soon. But first, dry off, get dressed, and get something to eat and drink. I was very hungry and thirsty.

I got dressed and wandered downstairs to the dinning room. Draco and Blaise were already there. I stopped short. Had Blaise always been so good looking? I shook my head, and sat down. Something in the room smelt delicious. I put it down to the food on the plates in front of Blaise and Draco. They were both eating the same cooked breakfasts anyway.

"Morning." I said.

"Good morning Hathor." Draco replied.

"Morning beautiful." Blaise said.

I felt my cheeks heat up slightly and I looked down at the plate that had just appeared in front of me and the cup of tea and glass of water. I ate and drank ravenously, but it didn't sate my thirst. I heard Draco gasp slightly, before the delicious scent I'd picked up on upon entering magnified. I looked up and my eyes focused on his ruby red blood. I licked my lips and inhaled deeply. The delicious scent hadn't been the food. It was Draco's blood. And his blood was just what I needed. I was about to launch at him, when an arm wrapped round me and pulled me from the room.

I struggled to get out of the strong grip. I needed to taste that blood! It was the only thing to sate the thirst and hunger that was starting to become painful. Victor's scent hit me, and for a second I stopped struggling. He smelt… strong. And definitely tasty. Better than Draco even. His blood would be far more satisfying.

As if from far away, I heard Blaise call out; "Don't let go of her, and don't let her turn round! She will try and drink from you otherwise!"

Victor's arm tightened as I tried to do just what Blaise had said I would. I heard a low rumbling growl and felt the vibrations from Victor's chest. His growl was a warning to me, telling me to behave, but I wanted to stop the burning pain. Couldn't I just have a couple of drops? Just to push the thirst and hunger back a bit. I felt his teeth bite at my ear and my instincts told me that he was in charge. He was bigger and stronger. If I wanted to remain in one piece, I needed to submit. I quit struggling against him and bowed my head.

"Whatever you do, don't let her go until she's calmed down. At least we know the blocks were removed. Her Vampire blood's come into play." I heard Remus say.

I whined. "It hurts!"

"What hurts?" Victor asked.

"It's the thirst. She needs blood. I asked the house elves, they got me some pigs blood, they could probably get some for her to. It'll do until we can find something else." Blaise said.

"Such as?" I heard Remus ask.

"Maybe pay off someone at one of those muggle blood banks."

"I have an idea." Victor said and with that, I felt him pulling me away from the others. Their scents gradually got fainter and fainter. I heard a door open, and then Victor pulled me into a room and closed the door. He let me go, and I landed lightly on my feet fully, as he'd practically lifted me from the floor. I turned to look at him. I tried to hold myself back. His scent was so much more powerful than Draco's. Then I noticed that he was rolling up one of his shirt sleeves.

I tilted my head to one side, curious. What was he doing? I watched as he looked back up at me and then motioned with his head to one side. "Sit down Cub." He said.

I looked over to see a sofa. We were in the smallest of the sitting rooms. I sat down, and he sat beside me. He wrapped an arm round my shoulders and held out his other arm, the one with the sleeve rolled up.

"Go on Cub, you need to drink."

My instincts took over again. I couldn't drink any blood from him if he fought against me, but is he let me… I just grabbed hold of his wrist. I felt my already long canines grow out and I sank them into his wrist, right on the pulse point. Victor's blood flew into my mouth. It was hot and spicy and tasted wild. I knew without a doubt that his blood was far better than what Draco's would have been. My instincts told me that blood from a fellow hunter would be better. There was also the added advantage of his blood being a close match to mine, him being my grandfather and all. I took seven large mouthfuls of blood before I let go. I licked the four puncture wounds, licking any escaped droplets up as his wounds clotted and healed over.

"Thank you." I said, smiling up at him.

"No problem, Cub. You needed it. Besides, from the way you were trying to get at Draco, and then me, I don't think that pig's blood would have worked."

"No, I don't think it would have." I agreed. The sound of pig's blood was unappealing to me. It sounded unsatisfying.

"If you ever feel like you're going to loose control, let me know." Victor said.

"Will do… grandpa."

"Watch it kid." He growled. He grabbed me in a headlock, and ruffled my hair. I laughed, and tried to get away. "If you can't get out of a simple headlock kid, I don't know if I'm going to be able to teach ya."

I growled at the challenge he'd just given me. Get out, or become a lost cause. I lifted my arm up his back, and dug my claws into his neck. Victor grunted, but didn't let go. I shook my whole body, and tried to loosen his grip on me.

"You have to use anything available to you, kid." He said.

I then remembered my animagus ability. I quickly changed into a cat, and slipped out of his grasp easily. I jumped away from him, and changed back. I smirked.

Victor stood up. "Good. You need to remember to use everything to your advantage." With that, he launched himself at me, and I felt my instincts over take me again. My legs bent, and I lunged, meeting him half way, and blocking one of his blows, and avoiding the other. I swiped at him with my claws and he blocked easily, before kicking my legs out from under me. I felt his hand wrap round my throat, his claws digging in. I grabbed at his hand, with both of my own, trying to pry it away. That was useless, so I brought both my legs up, and used my entire body weight, which wasn't much, to knock him off balance. His hand let go of my throat, and I slipped away.

"Stop." He growled, before I could launch myself at him.

Victor was grinning. "You've got talent kid. I'll give you that. I'll definitely be able to each you how to fight. Just remember to listen to your instincts. They won't lead you wrong. Now, let's go find the others."

I nodded, and followed him from the room, breathing heavily. I had a long way to go before I could be anywhere near Victor's level of fighting.

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