I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR DRACULA!

LADY OF THE NIGHT:

CHAPTER ONE:

When I awoke, I noticed I was in a dark, cold room with a very large bed and one small window. The walls, ceiling and floor were all made of stone. I slowly got out of bed, wincing in pain as my left foot hit the floor. I must have sprained it or something. I shivered, rubbing my arms, noticing how cold the room was. It was freezing in here! I looked down at myself, frowning as I observed that I wasn't wearing my former outfit. Instead, I was wearing an incredibly thin white nightgown. That was probably why I was so cold.

I opened the door, gasping as I bumped into a blonde man with brown eyes. He seemed to be doubled over, as if he had back trouble. He adjusted his glasses as he stared down at me. "Well, hello there, child, hello." He had a sort of gravelly kind of voice, one that kind of freaked me out. "Would you like to meet the Master? He is the one who saved you." I nodded, a little speechless at this guy's strange personality.

He led me downstairs, into a large sitting room with a huge fireplace and a chair turned away from us, with someone sitting in it. He didn't even stand and turn to face us as he spoke. "What is it, Renfield?"

"Master, the girl has awoken."

"Good. Leave us." He stood, walking towards me. I froze, realizing who this person was. Oh my God. I've just been captured by Count Vlad Dracula! I'm so dead.

I stared up at Dracula, unable to speak. For a blood-sucking demon of the night, he was kinda...hot. Wait! What am I thinking! This guy's a monster! He looked down at me, his blue eyes piercing me, as if they were looking right through me. He seized my chin, turning my face from side to side. "Hm. Presentable enough, I suppose. However, your blood doesn't seem to be good enough for my taste." I glared at him, slightly insulted, and more than a little angry at his comments. "Did you taste me while I was asleep?"

He shrugged at this as he studied a couple of books, paying very little attention to me. "I got hungry." I gaped at him, shocked that anyone could do that. In my anger, I picked up a rather heavy-looking book, chucking it at the back of his head, completely forgetting who it was that I was dealing with. "HOW DARE YOU, YOU BASTARD! ATTACKING AN INNOCENT, SLEEPING GIRL!" He whirled on me when the book struck his head. His eyes were glowing gold, his face enraged. He grabbed me by the arm, throwing me across the room. I cried out as I hit the wall and slid to the floor. He then picked me up by the throat, slamming me against the wall. "You do realize that I could suck you dry right now if I felt like it." He ran his pale fingers through his long black hair. "Apologize now, you little bitch, and I might not kill you."

I glared up at him. "Apologize? To you?" I laughed. "Why on Earth should I apologize to you?" His grip tightened on my throat, and I gasped for air as he whispered in my ear, "Because it might keep you alive." I glared at him, trying to keep air in my lungs. "Not-a-chance-in-hell," I panted out. He smirked at me, releasing his grip on me. I slid to the floor, trying to regain my breath. He turned away. "So. You have a stubborn streak in you. Good for you. Renfield!"

Renfield burst through the doors, bowing to Dracula. "Yes, Master?"

"Treat this girl's injuries. If she so wishes, return her to her family tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Master. Come, girl." Renfield led me out of the room, bowing to Dracula the entire time.

Renfield looked up at me as he wrapped a bandage around my foot. "So, child."

"Yes?"

"What is your name?" I whimpered as I touched my shoulder and felt a wave of pain flow through it. Stupid Dracula. "I'm Gabrielle. Gabrielle Delacour."

"Alright. How old are you?"

"11." He stared at me. "Are you joking?" I shook my head. "But you look as though you're only 8! How could you possibly be 11?"

"I'm a quarter-veela, that's why."

"Alright. One more question. Do you want to go home in the morning?" I mulled this question over for a few minutes. Would my family even care if I was gone? Would they even notice? I knew for a fact that Fleur would be delighted at my absence. To her, it would only mean more attention for the perfect Fleur Delacour.

I sighed, turning back to Renfield. "No, Renfield. I don't want to go back to my family. I don't ever want to go back. As a matter of fact, I'd rather stay here with you and Count Violent Dracula than with my family." Renfield chuckled at this. "I take it your family isn't the greatest group of people."

"Nope." Renfield stood up. "Well, your foot and shoulder are wrapped. Now, let's get you some food, and then you can get some sleep."

"Just so long as Count Violent doesn't suck my blood in my sleep again." Renfield laughed. "He only does that when he gets hungry. Usually, he goes out at night for the hunt." I grimaced at this. "Oh, how lovely."