Note from your fellow author: I know that there are a lot of twilight fans and I make this clear, I am in no way referring these vampires as the vampires you know in the book. They are the old fashion vampires that I know of and a little bit of my own idea of a vampire.

Charlie slowly walked towards Vincent with caution, while Vincent kept a cool but relaxed look on his face. Slowly she examined him, his face was indeed rather pale, and touching her cheek again she remembered that his hands were cold, but then again, it was cold outside. He didn't have fangs, it was pretty clear that he had nice teeth, but nothing that was out of the ordinary. It was a bit dangerous for her to be thinking this, even if he wasn't a vampire, he could still read her mind. Quickly clearing her mind she sat down on the chair.

Vincent who waited patiently now patted her shoulder, "Let's see what kind of damage has been done." telling her as he lifted her neck gently. Making Charlie give a nervous chuckle, 'How bad can it be?' she thought to herself.

Cedric's fist was tightening, as she closed in to sit down and the stranger started to examine her neck. His body was getting tense, his blood was starting to rush just watching him touch her.

Vincent respectfully asked if he could touch the scars. Charlie said, "What are you going to do?" she asked, trying to cover up the nervous tone. "I'm going to see how much of my old secret remedy I'll need to use in order to cover up those scars. I can't guarantee you that it'll disappear, it'll just cover just the big scars." he said as he looked at her.

Charlie suddenly shivered, making her more nervous that he might recognize her reaction. Breathing in she quickly covered up, "How does it work?" she asked him.

Vincent who didn't seem to realize how nervous she was, just continued to talk, "Let me show you." he said as he lifted his sleeves from his right arm. Exposing his pale strong arm, he pointed out what looked like a long skinny line. Tracing it with his finger he started to explain, "Not long ago, I got into a fight with a drunken bastard not far from here. We had a disagreement on who was going to win the Quidditch finals and if you can imagine what happened next. I won't go into great details, but as you can see, the scar is not really there anymore. And it was deep cut too! All you see is small lines but when you touch it, it's still there" he said.

It was quite convincing for Charlie to see that it did work, tracing the cut with her fingers, she could feel that it was a deep cut but it didn't look like it. Looking up at him, her face turned red, realizing that he was staring at her. Charlie quickly moved her hand away from his arm, "I'm sorry, Vincent. I should have asked!" she said, feeling that it was very rude. Vincent smiled, "That's all right. So how about it?" asking her as he leaned in.

Cedric listened closely to their conversation; he now knew the name of the stranger. 'I've never heard of this, Vincent before.' he thought to himself as he tried to remember if Charlie had ever mentioned him.

Cedric's heart quickly went off when he saw Charlie lean her head back while Vincent started to examine it.

Swallowing with uncertainty he heard what they were talking about, "So what really happened to you? It looks like someone scratched you violently." Vincent said to Charlie. Cedric gave a small chuckle, 'More like attacked.' he thought to himself, and then he saw Vincent placing his hands on her face; Charlie just smiled. Trying to pull himself together he held back the little bit of, what he thought was jealousy, or at least he didn't want it to be.

"Well . . ." Charlie said with a stiff chuckle. Cedric knew she would be vague. "You were attacked if I'm not mistaken." Vincent quickly said, Charlie then nodded her head, "Yes." she said in a dull tone.

Cedric was taken back by Vincent's answer, 'How did he leap from that conclusion? She didn't even say anything!' he thought to himself.

"Who attacked you?" Vincent said in a concerned tone, as he took a step back and leaned on the table while staring down at Charlie. Charlie was timid to answer his question; she didn't even want to explain.

"Was it a boy?" he asked.

'A boy would never touch her like that!' Cedric thought to himself as he sneered at Vincent's question.

"Well- it's hard to explain-" she quickly said.

"You'd never have a boy do that to you? So it has to be a girl?" Vincent said.

"Yes." Charlie looked down in embarrassment.

Vincent stared deep into her eyes as Charlie stared at his. A minute had passed and there was silence. Cedric didn't know what was going on, there was no sound coming from them. His heart rate was getting faster and faster, 'What's going on in there?' Carefully raising his head up to see more, he realized that Charlie was just staring blankly at Vincent. Vincent just smiled and nodded, as if she was telling him a story through her mind.

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Leaning in closer to see what else was going on, he realized that there were people passing by. Quickly he moved away from the window, pulling the extended ears away, he leaned on the wall trying to look casual.

A group of 5th years girls were passing him, when they giggled and smiled at him. Cedric was nervous, hoping that none of the girls had noticed what he was doing, giving a small wave he casually looked up as if he was thinking. Just then the girls disappeared around the corner, Cedric quickly placed the ears back again and leaned in closer.

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'So she was left with a big black and purple eye and as for me, well, I got the scars.' she finished telling him the story in her mind as he read hers. Vincent burst into laughter, "You never cease to impress me Charlie! You stealing a date!" he said as he took something out of a drawer near by. "I didn't steal a date! I was just simply being polite!" she said as she laughed. Shaking his head at Charlie, "And you say you're not a tease!" he said. Charlie thought in her mind, 'Of course not!' Vincent scoffed at her.

"I'll admit, this is fun!" she said to him, "What's fun?" Vincent asked, 'You reading my mind! I don't have to move my mouth to say what I want to say.' she thought in her mind as Vincent clearly read it. Vincent again laughed, "Most women would find it very offensive but you seem to have fun with it. You are most definitely strange Charlie Mendez."

"Thank you!" she nodded at him as she looked at the small brown jar in his hand. "Alright Charlie here's the thing," Vincent said as he leaned close to her, "This does have a slight side effect." This took Charlie back, "What is it?" she asked.

"Slight dizziness but nothing that you can worry about.. However, if you find yourself dozing off, that's all right too, it's only momentarily. You might just doze off for ten minutes." he said in a serious tone.

"What's in there that would make me doze off?" Charlie asked as she leaned in to look and smell the open jar, but he quickly pulled it back, "Hold on there! You don't want to smell this!"

"Why?" she asked.

"The smell is very strong and it could knock you out if you take a big whiff."

"That bad huh?"

"Part of it is made of a flower, which helps you, sleep. You have to be very careful with the amount you put on. The idea is to put this on after you get the cut so it can calm you down. Calm your nerves, so to speak." Vincent told her.

Charlie knew that in a different case she wouldn't do it, but she was trusting Vincent. But why? Ten minutes ago she was considering the fact that he might be a vampire, but now she wasn't even sure. What would he do to her if she were dizzy? What would happen if she did doze off?

"You don't have to do it Charlie. I'm just simply offering it to you."

"I know. It's just that, I'm not sure if-" she was about to explain but she quickly shut her mouth. Staring at the small brown jar she thought, 'Oh what the hell! What's the worse that can happened?' she thought to herself and she knew that Vincent would of heard what she had said in her mind.