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The Vault by EternalStarDust

Format: Short story
Chapters: 10
Word Count: 14,627
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: General, Horror/Dark, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lupin, Narcissa, Voldemort, Draco, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Hermione/OC

First Published: 01/12/2006
Last Chapter: 01/18/2007
Last Updated: 01/18/2007

Summary:



Banner by KawaiiAce2003! The war is over, and Hermione is writing as a prisioner from a vault inside of Gringotts. What has happened to the wizarding world, and who now controls it? It is all a game of power and cunning to stay alive. Will Hogwarts' brightest be able to out-wit the New Order, or will the Snake of Slytherin prove that he is the most cunning?


Chapter 1: Prologue
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Prologue

“Harry! Look out!” Hermione screamed as loud as she could, her voice tumbling toward him across the broken grounds of Hogwarts. There’s too many of them, too many. Inside, Hermione began to panic, a cold sweat had broken out on her brow and her stomach would not stop turning. She was still, as she kneeled in the grass. She would have run to him, but her injuries would not allow it. Instead she was forced to watch as Harry battled with Lord Voldemort. The battle had raged on around her, and it was clear that unless Harry came up with something soon, they wouldn’t make it through the night. Twilight was already appearing on the horizon, as Hermione watched the green jets of light bounce back and forth. Her breath caught in her through as she heard someone coming up behind her. Slowly she turned, clutching her wand in her fingers that were slick with blood. A blonde haired body fell several feet from where she crouched.

“Malfoy?” The body just groaned and made a half-hearted effort to roll over, but did not succeed. Painstakingly slow, Hermione slowly made her way closer. With great effort she managed to turn Malfoy so he was on his side. From here she could see the extent of his wounds. His left shoulder was glowing a neon blue sort of color, from a deep gash that ran across it. His arms also looked burned, though by what Hermione couldn’t tell, they looked like nothing she’d ever seen.

“Granger?” Malfoy blinked and then coughed. When he was done, there was more blood on Hermione’s robes, though now they seemed to glow a faint blue in places. “Has Potter been killed yet?” Malfoy whispered softly, his voice harsh and scratchy.

“No.” Hermione said coolly, wishing she could see where he was, but now night had fallen and with it an unbearable silence. Leaving Malfoy, Hermione began to crawl toward where she had last seen Harry. She had barely made it ten feet when she heard it. A scream like she had never heard, ripping the night clean though. All through Hogwarts voices answered it, those in pain, and those that were dying. Hermione did not realize she was screaming until a hand clamped over her mouth. Without thinking she bit down hard.

“Damn it Granger! Do you want them to find us?” Hermione turned and stumbled to the ground, wincing as she clutched her side. Malfoy slid down beside her, all his energy used to muffle her scream.

“Who would find us? Everyone is dead.” Hermione said bitterly.
“Didn’t you hear that scream?” Malfoy said lowly and laboriously. “A banshee.”
“Voldemort has banshees?”
“Not Voldemort.” Malfoy spoke, his breath coming in short gasps now. “Didn’t you know Granger, there are three sides to this war.”
“What?” Hermione inhaled sharply as she sensed they were no longer alone. There was no light, no moon, and Hermione was afraid. “Malfoy, we have to get out of here.”
“It’s too late Miss Know-It-All. Even Dumbledore couldn’t see it.”

As the world began to fall to blackness in Hermione’s eyes, she reached for Malfoy’s body next to her. She fumbled till she found skin, burned and bleeding, but still she held on. The arms pulled her, and she knew she struggled, but still would not let go. Only when everything finally went black she let go; the last thing she saw was a pair of lifeless blue eyes, still open, staring into the grass.


Chapter 2: Chapter 1~ The New Order
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Winter Day 13

It’s bitterly cold here. Despite all the bodies no one can generate heat. They’ve put us together down here in this freezing hell that used to be Gringotts. Each vault has at least twenty of us. Families are split up, friends separated, and everyone is afraid to talk. You never know if they are real bats on the ceilings, or if that mouse that scurried across the floor is really a mouse. I woke up two weeks ago and this is all I have known. This stone prison and the nineteen others that share it with me. I only know one other that shares this cell, Narcissa Malfoy. We sit in opposite corners. They have split us by gender; I have not seen Harry or Ron since the battle. The others that share this cell range from a little girl of no more than five to a woman who may leave us any second. The two girls that share the corner by the door attended Hogwarts, but they were several years behind me. I fear they will be the first to break. For here in Gringotts is where they have housed the resistance. Those that will not willingly work for them, or become one of them. I shudder at the thought.


Hermione clutched her filthy robe tighter around her as she sat shivering in the darkness. A small tear slid down her face, leaving a streak on her dirty cheeks. She was about to nod off, when she heard the gears on the vault door begin to move. All the others in the vault stirred in anxiety and fear. Hermione narrowed her eyes at the figure in the doorway. The woman that stood there looked no older than twenty, but Hermione knew she was much older. Her pale skin accentuated her blood-red lips and the charcoal around her luminous eyes. She smiled as she stepped into the room, showing her long, white canines. She was strapped in so much leather Hermione wondered how she could breathe.

“You.” She said pointing in Hermione’s direction. “Up. Now.” Hermione just stared at her, not moving. “I said, get up!” Still Hermione did not move. Then she felt hands under her elbows and she was hoisted to her feet.

“Do as she says, now is not the time to be defiant.” Narcissa Malfoy whispered into her ear as she retreated back to her corner. Hermione scowled, but took a step toward the woman.

“Good. Follow me.” A spell laced these words and Hermione felt her feet begin to move without her control. Her cramped legs were aching, and if it weren’t for the spell she would have stumbled and fallen half a dozen times. The woman led her through many twists and turns in the underground of Gringotts finally stopping at a large metal door. Raising her pure white hand, she knocked once on the door. Immediately it began to creak open. The woman smiled slightly and turned her head to Hermione. “They wait.”

Hermione followed her through the door and into a large, high-ceilinged chamber. Before her was seated a council of sorts behind high, wooden podiums. Hermione’s eyes flickered wearily across the room. At the center sat a very thin man, dressed in leather like the woman that had brought Hermione. He met Hermione’s eyes with cool blue ones and smiled. “Thank you, Vee.” He spoke to the woman next to Hermione and when he talked Hermione could see his fangs. “Allow me to introduce myself.” His voice was a cool baritone, and Hermione felt chilled. “I am Vance, leader of this council, and ruler of the New Order. This is Kabria,” A tall woman with beach white hair stood. Banshee. Hermione thought to herself. “Amandar,” Werewolf. “Griade,” Giant. “And of course you’ve met Vee.” So this is who controls our world now. Bloody Vampires.

“Now, you witch were summoned here specifically. First, do you know this man?” As Vance asked this question a man was trust out from the shadows. He fell to his knees before the council his grey shot hair falling into his face. Slowly he raised his head, and Hermione’s heart stopped beating. Oh god, Professor Lupin.

“He was a Professor at Hogwarts for one year.” Hermione answered praying that was the right answer.

“Anything more?” Vance demanded narrowing his eyes.

“I didn’t like him very much, he had this weird obsession with werewolves.” Hermione shrugged. Vance’s mouth twitched and he waved Lupin away. Two large vampires dragged him from the room, but his eyes never left Hermione.

“You have done as I have asked witch, so I will grant you an option. I do not hand these out lightly, so you would do well to accept. I offer you immortality and chance to be among those who rule this world. I offer you the chance to be one of us, a vampire.”

“No.” Hermione said flatly.

“Very well. Vee take her back to her cell.” Vee took a hold of Hermione’s elbow and steered her from the room. Hermione felt the spell in her again and knew her feet would walk her back to the vault.

“That was stupid.” Vee announced as they entered the underground. “He offered you freedom.”

“I don’t want to be one of you. You’re not even alive.”

“You won’t be either. They won’t keep all of you alive forever you know. Once they get the information and the converts they want, we’ll just start picking you off one by one. And the ones like you will be the first to go.” Vee smiled then, a cold steely smile as she looked at Hermione. “How old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

“Seventeen. A fraction of my life. Tell me, is that all the life you want. Do you want to die now, alone and innocent?” Hermione couldn’t help it, she blushed.

“I saw the last battle, I have no more innocence.” They had reached the vault door. Vee opened it, and pushed Hermione inside.

“I’ll be back for you witch. Sooner than you think.” The door slammed shut. Instantly the women in the vault were on her.

“What’s happened-”

“Where are the others-”

“Who have you seen?”

“Enough!” Hermione shouted. “Sit, and be quiet.” The vault immediately went quiet. “We are being ruled by what they call the New Order. At the head of their council is a vampire named Vance. With him sits a Banshee, a Werewolf, and a Giant. No doubt they have control of others as well. That is all I saw.”

“What did they want from you?” A cold voice spoke from the darkened corner.

“They offered me immortality, Mrs. Malfoy, which I refused.”

Chapter 3: Chapter 2~ You're Dead
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Chapter 2~ You're Dead

Winter Day 19

They’ve disposed of one person per day from this vault since I was taken to the council. I don’t know if these women have also been given the choice of becoming vampires. If not they are most certainly dead. Narcissa Malfoy is one of those that still reside in the vault. Every time I look at her I see his eyes. They burn holes through my dreams, and so I do not sleep. I can still see him slipping away, how he knew it was end. How did we not see it? Of course those that would not join Voldemort would not willingly become part of his new world. But we never realized how many there were, tucked away in the crevices of the world, waiting for their chance. And they found it. As the balance shifted, they took the power that was being clamored for. Quick and silent, they stole the world. And now what shall become of us? What has become of the muggles? I dread to know what has happened to the world outside of these walls, but at the same time I must know. What has happened to Mum, Dad, and Annie?


“Hermione?” Hermione looked up, startled from her thoughts by her name.

“Mrs. Malfoy.” Hermione frowned at the blonde woman before her. Narcissa had a look of powerful resolve coupled with disdain across her face. She looked upon Hermione as though she were an unpleasant spider she would like to crush.

“When you were brought into this cell, you were screaming about the final battlefield.”

“Lord Voldemort is dead, if that is what you want to know.”

“That is not what you were screaming about. You were screaming about . . .” she hesitated. “Blue eyes, and refusing to let go.”

“I-I was?” Hermione’s voice faltered, she did not remember anything between letting go of Malfoy’s arm and waking up in the vault.

“Who were you screaming about?”

“It was Malfoy, he knew they were coming.” Hermione said, staring holes into the floor. She knew the next question, and dreaded answering it.

“Is he-?”

“Dead.” Hermione said quietly. Narcissa nodded once and retreated back to her corner. Hermione could hear her quiet sobs, even as she wrapped her arms around her head, trying to muffle the sound. Even though the Malfoys were cold, heartless people, they could still experience loss. On the inside Narcissa Malfoy felt the same as Hermione, empty and hollow. Hopeless, because what if there was nothing more to live for? What then? Die in a stone cell, forgotten and unimportant. And what if they did die? What lay beyond? Could there really be a heaven when hell resided on Earth? While these thoughts chased themselves around in Hermione’s head, the door to hell opened, and in walked the devil in the form of Vee Velatresca.

“Get up Witch. I told you I’d be back.” This time Hermione did not resist, just rose from the floor in silent resolve and followed Vee from the vault. “They want you back at the council, I don’t know why. You don’t seem that bloody important to me. Maybe you’ll get your death sentence.” Vee finished nonchalantly.

“That’s a very pleasant thought. Thank you.” Hermione stated dryly. They spoke no more until they reached the chamber where The New Order held council. Vee smiled sardonically once before they entered, but did not turn her gaze to Hermione. When Hermione walked across the threshold she could tell immediately that something had changed. The shadows held more figures, and all seemed to be on edge. There was tension upon the air that seemed to make breathing difficult, but Hermione relished it. There’s something that’s making them uneasy. This world must be more than they bargained for.

“Hermione Granger, we meet again.” Vance said loftily from his podium. “I trust you’ve been well?” What the hell is with the pleasantries?

“Fine, thank you.” Hermione replied with a fake smile.

“It has been brought to my attention, that you we close friends with a certain Harry Potter.” Hermione raised an eyebrow in question. “We had not realized your relevance to the Order of the Phoenix. Don’t look so surprised, yes we know about the Order of Phoenix. This underestimation, will now be corrected. Since you refused to join us, and we have deemed you too valuable to kill, we have come up with another option.”

“Who was your source?” Hermione demanded. She had to know if Harry or Ron was still alive, maybe they had let her name slip.

“That would be me, Granger.” One the shadows strolled into the light, and Hermione’s knees buckled.

“M-Malfoy?” Hermione gasped and Vee hooked one skeletal hand around her upper arm. “But, you’re dead. You’re dead, I saw you die. You’re dead.”

“You’re rambling Granger. And clearly I am not dead, or else I would not be standing before you today.” Malfoy said cockily, sliding a pale hand through his hair.

“But how?”

“Unlike you, Granger, some of us know when to accept a good offer.”

* * * * * *

Winter Day 21

I’m not exactly sure how I got here. I didn’t walk by myself. After seeing him, it became more a blur. I have no notion of time except for the food I am brought once a day. They have placed me a vault of my own. It is complete solitude. I fear that I shall go crazy. The walls seem to twist and move and when I shut my eyes to block them out, the nightmares force me to open them. I know that I have woken up screaming more than once. I don’t know why I am still alive. They say I am of value, but I don’t know what value I could be. A hostage or bartering chip, maybe. But if they have taken over, who is there to barter with?


* * * * * *

“Vance, I don’t know why you insist on keeping her alive. Just because some Death Eater told you to?”

“He isn’t a Death Eater Vee.”

“He was three weeks ago!” Vee and Vance stood a small office on the ground floor of Gringotts. It had been made into Vance’s office as well as his bedchamber. “What happened to you? You weren’t this easy to push around before.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Vee was pressed to the wall, Vance’s hand tight around her throat.

“I am not easy to push around.” Vance said as Vee’s feet came off the floor.

“You wouldn’t kill me.” Vee choked out.

“You’re right.” Vance said setting her down, but not removing his hand. “I still have use for you. And I have use for the boy. Let him feel that we will listen to him, security will make him more venerable.” Vance dropped his hand from Vee’s throat, across her shoulder and down her back.

“What are you planning?”

“Not yet.” Vance whispered into Vee’s neck, gently pulling on the ties of her corset.

* * * * * *

“The properties of Alkanes. Single carbon bonds, the longest chain names the alkane. One carbon is Methane, two is ethane, three is butane, four is propane, five is pentane, six is heptane, no, that’s not right. Heptane is seven. Hexane is eight, no hexane is six. Eight is, it’s oh damn it!”

“What are you muttering about Granger?” Hermione’s head snapped up, she had been remembering every bit of logical information she knew, to try to keep herself from going insane. She hadn’t heard a voice other than her own in over a week.

“I’m just trying-trying to re-remember.” Hermione said, her voice shaking.

“Re-remember?” Malfoy taunted leaning against the door of her vault. “Granger I surprised you remember how to speak.”

“Sod-off Malfoy.” Hermione said, dropping her head into trembling hands.

“You look like hell, Granger.”

“I said sod-off Malfoy.”

“That’s no way to talk to me; I might just leave you alone again. How long do you think you can last Granger, with no contact with anyone?”

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

“Well, it’s not really what I want. Rather it’s what Potter and Weasel want.”

“They’re alive? Where are they? I want to see them!” Hermione stood quickly upon hearing Harry and Ron’s names, but instantly regretted it. The lack of food and movement in the past week, had made her very weak and she found the world spinning when she stood. Malfoy eyed her oddly before he spoke.

“You can’t see them; I’m just supposed to bring proof that you’re alive, so they stop the bloody threats to kill themselves. You really do look like hell Granger.”

“We’ve been over that already, Malfoy.” Hermione said sliding to floor. “What do they want as proof?”

“Well, I offered to cut off one of your limbs, but they didn’t like that idea very much.” Malfoy said, kneeing down in front of her. “So I came up with instead.” Malfoy reached a pale hand to the back of Hermione’s head. As soon as his flesh connected with hers, she pulled away.

“You’re so cold.”

“That comes with being dead Granger.”

“Why did you do it? I told your mother you were dead.”

“My mother? You’ve seen her?” Malfoy’s voice sounded strangled as he grabbed a hold of a piece of Hermione’s hair at the base of her neck.

“Yes, she was with me in the last vault. Why did you do it?”

“Power, Granger. It’s a wonderful thing.” Malfoy then pulled the strands of hair that he held between his fingers and Hermione screamed. He left her in the vault, curled up on the floor, a fresh trail of blood running down her neck to make a soft plunk, plunk, plunk, upon the floor.


Chapter 4: Chapter 3~ All Your Fault
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Chapter 3~ All Your Fault

Winter Day 23

The back of my neck is still sore, and now the back of my shirt is stiff from the blood that has dried. I thought about Hogwarts today. Sometimes thoughts like that drift in and out, when I’m not sure if I’m sleeping. I dreamt about going to the Quidditch games to see Harry and Ron fly. I dreamt about seeing Hagrid, I wonder what has happened to him. Dreaming of these things no longer makes me sad. They’re just thoughts, just memories that no longer seem real. It is as if all I that dream is only just that, a dream. They are no more tangible than light or love, two things which are lacking horribly. One day I will look back and this will all seem as a dream as well. That is what I wish, with all that I am, that I may wake up one day and this will have all been a dream.


* * * * * *
“Mother?” Draco called out hesitantly as he gently pushed out the vault door. Raising his hand he let the light it held flood the tiny room. Small clumps of bodies stirred around in the corners and shrank back at the sight of the tall, pale, man at the door. “Who can tell me where Narcissa Malfoy is?” No one spoke. “Tell me now, or yours shall be the blood I drink tonight.” One thin, bony hand pointed to the corner behind the door. Draco swung the door aside, and stared at the body it revealed. He could make out the blonde hair by the light but nothing else. He knelt down beside her and gently turned woman so her face was up. Reaching out a cold hand, he felt her face. There was no human warmth left within her, and the marks around her neck made his grief concrete. After one last look he fled from the vault and to the halls where the Vampires resided.

* * * * * *

“Goddamnit!”

“What’s wrong little wizard, didn’t get all you wanted?” Vee sneered.

“Shut the hell up!” Malfoy shouted raising his head from the stone wall. “Why didn’t you tell me she was here? You knew who all was in that vault!”

“You never asked.” Vee said simply.

“To hell with that! She was my mother!” Draco found he no longer felt grieved, just extremely pissed off.

“It had to happen eventually. After all you are immortal now. We all have to lose people; it’s time you got used to it.” Vee’s voice turned suddenly cold as she turned and began to exit from the room.

“Who did you lose?” Draco almost whispered at her retreating form.

“My brother and fiancé. Never complain to me that it hurts to lose someone. I don’t care about your pain. No one else does either. The only way you will succeed here is to not feel. I would learn how if I were you.” She turned and left, once more burying her pain in a place that no one would find it.

“Damn it, Mother. Why?”

* * * * * *

“Hermione! Psst, Hermione!”

“What? Who’s there? Where are you?” Hermione called hesitantly out into the darkness; they did not allow any light in the vaults at night.

“The door. Come to the door.”

“Professor Lupin?” Hermione finally recognized the voice as she felt her way to the door by sliding her hands across the walls. When rough stone changed to smooth metal, Hermione spoke again. “I’m here. But how can I hear you?”

“I put a temporary spell on the door. I wasn’t able to obtain a key. Are you alright?” His voice sounded strained.

“As well as can be, considering the circumstances. And you?”

“Well enough. They don’t trust me completely still. That’s why I had to wait this long to come find you. They were keeping close tabs on me.”

“Oh.”

“I’ve brought you news of Harry and Ron.”

“Are they alright? Malfoy said they were alive, but I didn’t-”

“Malfoy, as in Draco Malfoy?”

“Yes, they’ve made him a vampire, but Harry and Ron?”

“Oh, yes. They’re in the same situation as you I’m afraid. They were brought in together, just after you.”

“Professor? What’s going to happen to us? Why even keep us alive?”

“Oh, Hermione. I don’t know. The New Order is still trying to stabilize power. The muggle world is a mess, massive catastrophes happening for no reason; the religious community thinks it’s the apocalypse. The Order gets new recruits everyday, powerful wizards that don’t want to die, and then they murder hundreds daily as well, those that refused to submit.”

“But, I didn’t submit, I flat-out told them I wasn’t going to become a vampire. So why keep me alive?”

“To keep Harry alive, I believe. They don’t want to risk a suicide, I think. They aren’t sure, but they think he might possess a power that can be of great aid to them. The one woman, Vee, I believe. She can sense power and told Vance not to kill Harry. She hasn’t been advocating for your life though, which in curious. She has been most against it, actually, but no one knows why, not even Vance.”

“Professor, will we ever get out of here?”

“Of course- wait someone’s coming. I’ll be back, Hermione, don’t loose hope.” Then he was gone. A minute later the large metal door to the vault banged open, and Hermione who had just moved back to her corner winced at the thought of what that much metal would have done to her head. For a moment she could not see, the darkness from the tunnels of Gringotts spilled into her vault, and she could only feel that someone had entered. The person stumbled in the vault and reached out blindly and grabbed the hem of Hermione’s robe. She moved to scoot away, but the person’s other hand reached out and found her shoulder.

“Trying to run from me, Granger?”

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Hermione squeaked, her voice quavering.

“It was your fault, you bitch. Your fault, and now she’s dead.”

“Who’s dead? What’s going on?” Adrenaline coursed through Hermione’s veins as Malfoy lifted her from the floor.

“My mother, damn it!” Malfoy shouted shoving her against the wall. Her head cracked against the stones hard, and Hermione briefly wondered how she could see the stars from underground.

“What?”

“She killed herself, because you told her I was dead! It’s your fault, Granger!”

“No, it’s not.” Hermione whimpered, as the tears began to stream down her cheeks. She could barely think her head felt like it was broken into pieces. “You really were dead.”

“No, Granger. You just thought I was dead! And because you were so stupid, she’s dead! Dead! She can’t come back!” Malfoy’s face was inches from hers; she could feel his breath on her cheek, as his fingers dug into her arms.

“Please let me go, you’re hurting me.”

“Let you go?” To her surprise Malfoy laughed, a cruel, evil laugh, that made Hermione cry harder. “I’m going to make you pay, Granger. You made her take her life, so I’m going to make you take yours.”

“Please, Malfoy.”

“Shut up!” He screamed, pushing her to floor. The first foot to her stomach made her gasp for air, but the second and third fell on a numb body. Hermione turned herself off and let the blows fall, not feeling anything. After what seemed like hours, Malfoy collapsed on his knees on the floor beside Hermione.

“No, no, no, I’m not like him.” Malfoy sobbed into his hands rocking back and forth.

* * * * * *

“Do you think it was right, to kill his mother like that?” Vee questioned from her crimson colored chaise lounge.

“You aren’t going to tell me you care for the little brat are you?” Vance scoffed.

“I just don’t know what you’re trying to turn him into.”

“He can’t threaten me if he’s crazy, and no one will follow him if he is still clinging to humanity.”

“Do you ever think about when we were human?”

“Vee, that was ages ago, why would I?”

“Sometimes it feels like yesterday.” Vee murmured, but not loud enough for Vance to hear.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure the Potter boy is still a threat?” Vance questioned reaching for a glass of deep red liquid from his desk.

“Have I ever been wrong before?’

“No. No, you have not.” He flashed her smile that reminded her of what he never thought about, when they were human.

“I have always known who will have power, I sensed it in you. Remember?”

“Yes, I do remember.” He set the now-empty glass back onto the desk and moved to the lounge where she half-lay. Climbing onto it with her, he pushed her all the way down, and moved so a comfortable amount of weight rested on her. “Can you still sense it?”

“Yes.” Vee grinned as she felt his power upon her leg, and gently drew his face to her. Though it is fleeting.



Chapter 5: Chapter 4~Traitor
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Chapter 4~Traitor

Hermione moaned into the stone, lacking the strength to turn her head. She felt as if she were made of lead and every time she attempted to move the weight would only pull her back down. She knew that at least three ribs were broken, she could feel them with every breath, a sharp pain that made her gasp, and cringe with each gasp. Slowly and cautiously she opened her eyes and turned her head just so she could see the vault. He was gone now, he hadn’t been the first time she had regained consciousness, but now he was definitely gone. Hermione held her breath as she felt the oncoming tears. One tear escaped her mental barricade and stung as it slid all the way down her cheek.

“Hermione?”

“Pro-prof-professor?” Hermione mumbled, finding her jaw strangely hard to work with.

“Hermione? Come closer to the door.” Professor Lupin said anxiously.

“I can’t.”

“What?”

“I can’t move.”

“Damn. Hermione, I’ll be back. Someone’s coming.” Hermione listened quietly as she heard Professor Lupin leave the door. Very faintly she could hear the click, click of someone’s high-healed boots. Just my luck, Hermione thought to herself, I bet it’s Vee. It didn’t take very long for her to find out. The door swung open quietly and Hermione immediately closed her eyes to the dim light that flooded in.

“What the hell.” Vee breathed. “Damn it.” A minute later Hermione felt an ice cold hand checking her pulse. “I’m going to kill those bloody werewolves. What the hell were they playing at?”

“Not werewolves.” Hermione whispered, she couldn’t risk Vee’s wrath getting to Professor Lupin.

“Shit, you scared me. I thought you were unconscious. Don’t move, I’ll be right back. Well, not that you can move I suppose.”

* * * * * *

“Vance!” Vee yelled, as she entered the council’s chamber.

“Vee, I’m very busy as you can see. Whatever it is I’m sure it can be discussed later.” He looked down his long nose at her, twitching his fingers in an irritated manner.

“One of the prisoners has been attacked.” Murmurs rose around the chamber at Vee’s words. It did not matter that one of the prisoners could be dead, what mattered was that it had happened. No one could kill or harm a prisoner without explicit instructions. To do so would be to go against the Council’s orders which was immediate treason.

“Go to my office, I’ll be there shortly.” Vance said in a low voice, his eyes flashing. Vee did as she was told, not wanting to anger him more. She seated herself on one of the high-backed leather chairs in his office, tapping her foot in anxiety. She did not have to wait long. Vance came barging into the room, banging the door against the wall. “What the hell do you mean, one of the prisoners has been attacked?”

“I went to check her, and I found her all bloodied up on the floor.”

“Well, who did it?”

“I thought it was the bloody werewolves, but she said it wasn’t.”

“She’s still alive?”

“Barely. She isn’t very coherent.”

“Wait, you didn’t tell me which prisoner.”

“Granger, Hermione.”

“Shit.” Vance exhaled slowly and sank into the chair next to Vee’s.

“You see, I had to interrupt.”

“Do you think they’ll go after Potter?”

“I don’t know. I can’t see any motivation for beating up the girl. Unless. . . but that’s impossible.”

“What? What is impossible?”

“Nothing.” Vee stood and walked slowly around the room. She thought better when she was moving. Vee had not told anyone of her most recent discovery about the Granger girl. Two nights ago, Vee had awoken in a cold sweat from a dream that had most certainly been more than that. There were flames of white that danced in twister around a person that had been moving steadily towards Vee. Vee stood in the council chamber of the New Order, seated in Vance’s place. The white fire had come closer and closer, more menacing with each step, until it stopped feet from Vee. Just when she thought she would burn from the heat of the flames, they disappeared, revealing the Granger girl. Vee often had dreams of those that would be powerful, some she knew, some she did not know. This dream had caught her off guard. She thought the Potter boy would be trouble, not this twig of a girl that was muggle born.

“Well, we have to do something!” Vance said, breaking Vee’s thoughts.

“I agree.” Vee said in a voice that Vance had never heard before. “Does anyone else have access to my rooms, other than you?”

“No, why?”

“I have some things to attend to, I’ll let you assess the girl.” Vee turned and left the room. The only way someone would know about that dream, and consequently the power of Hermione, would be if they had entered her pensive.

* * * * * *

“I want you to block any and all exits. No one leaves. I will find the traitor. Is that clear?” Fifty of Vance’s leading officials left the chamber at Vance’s demand. “You four, follow me.” He said pointing to four of his medical council. The only four of his medical council actually. Vampires, being immortal, did not have much use for medics. The five marched down to the single and high security cells. Only high ranking people in my order have access to the vaults down here. Vance thought as they descended the 150 concealed steps to the ten vaults that Gringotts had kept the most secure. The five reached Hermione’s vault, and Vance unlocked the door. As he pushed the heavy metal, the door swung inward with a creak. It took two seconds for Vance to realize that the vault was empty. He could smell the fresh blood upon the floor, but no living flesh was inside.

“Traxer. Sound the alarm. We have an escape.” Vance said calmly shutting the door. When no one moved, Vance’s face grew livid. “GO! NOW!” He bellowed, causing the once called Traxer, to stumble as he turned to run up the stairs. “What the hell is going on?” Vance murmured angrily under his breath. In one day his entire system was crashing down, he had traitors and now escapees.

* * * * * *

“What the bloody hell is going on?” Draco said as he exited his chambers.

“Where’ve you been?” A young vampire name Lisele asked as she heard his comment in passing. “There’s been an attack and an escape. The entire place is locked down. We’re all on alert. I’d get to the Order’s council chamber if I were you.”

“Why?”

“They’re checking alibis.” She turned and jogged down the hall, and disappeared around the next corner.

“Attack.” Then it hit him, full force. I’m the attacker. Shit, they’re looking for me. Wait, escape? There’s no way she could have gotten out of here alone. Then who? Damn it, what I do? I sure as hell can’t lie to them, they probably have truth potion. Shit, shit, shit. Draco ran back into his room, securely locking the door behind. He had to find some way of escaping himself. If someone smuggled Granger out, I can sure as hell get out too.



Chapter 6: Chapter 5~ Escape
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Chapter 5 ~ Escape

Hermione blinked her eyes, trying to focus on something tangible. Finally the room around her gained form and the blurry shapes hardened into the shambles of mismatched furniture. She sat up in the lumpy bed she had been lying on and tried to make sense of her surroundings. The room looked like it had been uninhabited for ages, judging by the layers of dust that covered everything. Most of the furniture was broken, but somehow it looked familiar. The windows were boarded up, and several pieces of the ceiling seemed to have fallen out.

“Where am I?” Hermione whispered to herself. This definitely isn’t the vault. With a slight gasp Hermione’s mind rushed backwards. She had been in the vault and Malfoy had found her. She winced with the thought of what he had done to her. Then he had left and Professor Lupin had wanted to talk to her, but Vee had come. Then everything had gone black. Wait. Hermione inhaled deeply, none of her ribs were broken. There were no visible bruises on her arms and she felt fine. “Who healed me?”

“I did.” Professor Lupin strolled into the room, beaming. “I’m so glad that you’ve finally woken up Hermione.”

“Where are we?”

“Headquarters.” Lupin said, a shadow crossing his face.

“This is Grim. . . but. . . it’s . . .” Hermione trailed off.

“It was ransacked by the New Order. I thought it would be safe to keep you here to heal since they believe it’s been wiped out.”

“When it was ransacked, is everyone, I mean, did anyone . . . ?”

“Some were captured and some escaped. I do not know what has happened to those that were captured.” Professor Lupin sat on Hermione’s bed with a tired sigh. “Hermione, many of our number are gone.”

“So what are we going to do?”

“Do?”

“Yes, we have to help the rest. Right?”

“Hermione I was able to help you escape by pure luck. I can’t do that again, especially now, they’ll have heightened security.”

“Then what did you expect to do with me Professor?” Hermione asked coolly.

“Smuggle you out of the country, somewhere safe.”

“Professor, if we let them continue then it will only be a matter of time before no where is safe.”

“Hermione, I’ve thought about this, I can’t devise a scheme to get others to help us, there is no way we would succeed.”

“You’ve forgotten something Professor, you don’t need to take everyone out, just one, and everything else will collapse around him.”

“Hermione I’d admire your courage, but you can’t just take out Vance by yourself.”

“No, I may need a little help.”

* * * * * *

“For God’s sake. Bloody fucking sewers.” Draco Malfoy was sloshing through London’s sewers for the third day in row. No blood or anything sustainable was beginning to make him slightly irritable. “I HATE THE BLOODY SEWERS!” He yelled to no one in particular, his voice echoing off the stone. It was sheer luck that had enabled him to get out of Gringotts. While the Order had sealed off all the exits, they had forgotten one very important thing. The drainage system. And so, Draco was able to escape with all his limbs in tact. Navigating the sewers proved to be harder than he had originally thought. He had been going in circles for days, and now vowed that he would just exit at the nearest pothole, and whatever lay on the topside be damned. All this because of bloody Granger.

* * * * * *

“Professor, I want to go outside.” Hermione said a few hours later, after she had cleaned off several weeks worth of dirt and grim.

“What?” Professor Lupin said, looking up from a paper he had in front of him.

“I want to go outside.”

“That’s suicide.”

“I haven’t see daylight in weeks, I want to go outside.”

“Hermione, you don’t understand. You look like a witch, or maybe a muggle. If you go outside and they think you’re a muggle, they’ll kill you. If you go outside and they think you’re a witch, they’ll imprison you. Either way you’ll end up right back where you started, if not dead.”

“Look Professor, I have to leave here eventually. So let’s just disguise me so I can go now.”

“You can’t go out now.” Lupin said with a defeated sigh.

“Professor I already told you-”

“Hermione it’s four in the afternoon, I'll have to disguise you as a vampire and vampires don’t go outside in the daylight.”

“Oh, right.”

* * * * * *

Draco slowly pushed up the metal street cover, looking for any chance rays of light. The street outside was pitch dark, and Draco relished in it. He pushed the street cover aside, and pulled himself up through the hole, feeling a cool night breeze brush his face. He hadn’t breathed fresh air in weeks. It was heaven. He had somehow ended up in London’s higher class district, or what was left of it. Everything was in disarray, buildings burnt and tumbling, roads cracked and torn up, and it was all devoid of life. Draco moved closer to the buildings and the fraction of a shadow more that they provided. The moon seemed to have been extinguished, so Draco could only feel where he was walking, not see. I am a fugitive. Where do I go?

* * * * * *

“I can’t go with you, it might look suspicious, but please promise me no more than half an hour.” Professor Lupin pleaded as he prepared to conduct Hermione’s transformation.

“I promise. What are you going to go for my disguise?” Hermione was excited, not afraid or anxious, excited.

“You’ll see, I’m trying to get it as close to all the other vampires as possible.”

“What? Like Vee?” To her surprise Lupin chuckled.

“Not exactly. Vee is more of a, ah how do I put it?”

“Promiscuous dresser?”

“Yes, that might work to describe her. I think we’re about ready. Stand over there.” Lupin pointed with his wand to the far corner of the room. Hermione walked slowly over, and stood straight. Lupin reached out his wand, muttered something Hermione didn’t quite catch, and she was soon enveloped in a shower of black sparks. The tingling feeling began at the top of her head and slowly worked its way down, till it felt as though her body were asleep. Then she was covered in uncomfortable pinpricks that seemed to pull at her features. At last it all stopped.

“Is it done?” Hermione said, tentatively opening her eyes.

“Yes,” Lupin nodded. Hermione turned to face the mirror on the far wall, and was slightly awed by what she saw. Her hair was several shades darker and swept up away from her face. The clothes she wore were gone, instead she was covered in black. But the most astonishing thing of all was her skin. Once a rosy pink, now it was ash white.

“I look dead.”

“Well Vampires are, so I guess I did my job correctly. Remember half an hour. No more.”

“I know Professor. I’ll be fine.” Hermione tiptoed down the stairs, past the portrait of Mrs. Black and to the front door. Taking a deep breath she grasped the handle and pulled.


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Chapter 7: Chapter 6~ Leaving
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Leaving

The incoming burst of fresh air when Hermione opened the door rustled the drapes across the blank windows. Hermione stepped out across the door’s threshold. She closed the door behind her, and several paces later was standing in the middle of the grass. Grimmauld Place had never been spectacular, but now it seemed to retain a permanent grayish hue. It was nearing the end of winter, Hermione knew, but nothing around her showed signs of new life and spring. The grass she stood on was trodden and weak, falling limp to the hard ground. Taking a deep breath, Hermione began to walk forward again. This really was extremely dangerous. Hermione was no real vampire and if she were caught in a bad situation, she had no wand as well. The Order had made sure that none of their prisoners would be armed.

* * * * * *

“What was I thinking?” Lupin moaned into his arms. It had only been three minutes, yet he was already overcome with worry.

* * * * * *

The last remaining blinking lights of the city roads fell into darkness as Draco walked on into the night. Being dead is curious, he thought to himself as he continued on. I can tell that it’s cold, but feeling it doesn’t effect me. I can’t become sick or frostbitten or any of those things. Mother would have loved it. He stopped his train of thought as it approached upon his mother. He would not think of her, he would forget her, like the rest of the world certainly had done already. He closed his mind to all thoughts of her, since where he was going would not be kind to his memory. A short time later a large building began to take shape in the fog; A monstrous building, black stoned and many tiered. Draco walked determinedly, one foot after the other bringing him slowly closer to the place he had called home for seventeen years. What had been done to Malfoy manor he could not tell, but one thing was certain, all thoughts of his mother were erased. In their place was a cold dark fear that spread through Draco, resting heavily on his heart.

* * * * * *

The lights had long since stopped working on the street corner where Hermione now stood. That was alright though, she hadn’t much need for light. She needed only to be out doors, away from the confining atmosphere of Grimmauld Place. For out in the open her thoughts seemed to take flight rather than bounce around in the hollows of her mind. Here, she could relax if only for an instant. An instant was all it was, for just as she began to close her eyes to the ruin of the world, she heard a faint sound behind her.

“Well, what do we have here?” A deep, throaty male voice rang out from inside the darkness. Hermione whirled around, her dark curls swinging into colorless face. “I haven’t seen you before miss, are you new to being a vamp?” The voice stepped out from the darker shadows and became the body of a man whose height rivaled Ron’s. His deep auburn hair fell straight to his shoulders, while grey eyes stared out at Hermione from above hollowed cheeks.

“Who are you?” Hermione chose to ask a question, rather than respond. Just act confident. You’re pretending to be a vampire, act like one.

“Miles. And this is my clan.” A dozen more vampires appeared from the darkness, all in various black shades of decrepency. “You happen to be on our property.” His voice became serious, and almost threatening. “Explain what you’re doing here. We don’t take to Half-bloods and traitors, so I’ll give you two seconds to start running. I always like the chase.”

“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m not a traitor, and I don’t know what a half-blood is.” Hermione responded, not really knowing what to do.

“If you’re working for the New Order then you’re a traitor here.”

“I’m not with the Order.”

“Are you a half-blood?”

“A what?”

“A witch turned Vamp.”

“No. I’m muggle-born.” Well, both parts are true. I’m muggle born, and I can’t be a half-blood, because I’m not really a vampire.

“If you weren’t a witch, then how do you know what a muggle is?” Miles took a few steps closer, and Hermione noticed his clan forming a circle around them.

“I was turned into a vampire a couple months ago, and picked up by the Order. I learned a few things, and decided that I didn’t want to be a part of their new government. I escaped a couple of days ago.” Miles seemed to consider this for a moment.

“Prove it.”

“What?” Hermione’s insides were turning to ice as she tried to come up with some semblance of a plan.

“Prove you’re one of us.” Miles cocked an eyebrow, as if questioning if she were going to proceed.

“I don’t need to prove anything to you.” Hermione said with all the bravado she could muster. Turning on her heel she began to walk away until an icy hand took hold of her upper-arm.

“You’d really just walk away from us?” Miles whispered, his face inches from her own.

“Yes.” Hermione spat at him, yanking her arm from his grasp in one fluid butterfly motion. Thank God Harry taught us hand-to-hand self defense in DA. Miles’ eyes flashed with sudden surprise but then he grinned.

“What’s your name?”

* * * * * *

“Bloody hell.” Malfoy muttered as he collapsed on the front step of Malfoy Manor. It had taken him longer than he would have liked to get here, but being a vampire he did not tire like normal humans. He looked out over the vast lawns of the Malfoy property watching the faintest bit of light begin to appear over the horizon. With a sigh Draco stood and faced the remains of the front door. Someone or something had forced its way through the foot-thick door and for all Draco knew it could still be inside. Whatever it is, it has to be better than the bloody vampires. Careful not to impale himself with any of the splinters in the door frame, Draco climbed inside.

* * * * * *

“Hermione, uh Hermione Evans.” She replied thinking of Harry’s mom. She couldn’t risk using her own name if these vampires knew about the wizarding world.

“Well, Hermione.” Miles bowed mockingly. “You’re welcome to join this court, but be warned we fight against the Order, and don’t take well to traitors.”

“I have no intentions of turning you over to Order.” Hermione replied cooly.

“Good. Then follow me. To the lair everyone.” Hermione gulped, The lair?


Chapter 8: Chapter 7~The Lair
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Chapter 7~ The Lair

“What do you mean he’s gone?” Vance scowled over his reports at Vee, who happened to be delivering the unfortunate news.




“He’s vanished. I can’t find him anywhere.” She said flatly.




“He can’t vanish. He has no wand and no one can perform magic in here.”




“Well what would you like me to tell you? That he’s hiding somewhere and I am too incompetent to find him? Or would you rather me tell you that I know where he is, but refuse to tell you because I’m saving him from your interrogation?” Vee cocked an eyebrow in iratance.  




“Vee I don’t need this right now.”




“You never do.” Her lips formed a thin, tight smile.




“What are you talking about?” Vance was beyond exasperation. 




“Nothing, Vance. I’ll go see if anyone else has made any progress.”




“Vee, I can tell your upset.”




“I’m not upset Vance. I’m about fifty years past upset.” Vee turned to head for the door.




“Vee-”




“Don’t worry Vance, I’ll find Malfoy for you and then you can pretend that you still need me. Good night.”




“What the hell?” Vance muttered as Vee exited the room. He would never understand women, dead or otherwise.




 




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“Welcome to our lair, Hermione.” Miles spoke with a sweeping brow as he ushered her into the main room. Hermione held her breath as she entered the basement of downtown London parking garage. The trip from Headquarters had been relatively uneventful. She was introduced to the rest the clan, which was smaller that she had initially thought. The sight that met Hermione’s eyes as she entered the large expanse of cement was enough to send the most stable person into acts of revulsion, but Hermione was not a normal, stable person. Hermione had seen things in the final battle that no one should ever be subjected to, and Hermione had heard things in the vault that no one should hear. Swallowing the bile that rose in her throat, Hermione took two steps into the room. One half of the lowest level of the parking garage was covered in various scraps of cloth and clothes; a sleeping area of sorts. The other half was what Hermione was reluctant to look at. The stench of fresh blood was almost nauseating, but Hermione knew she would have face whatever it was the Vampires called their home, or they would never accept her as one of their own. Bodies were strewn across the floor, all of them gone white from the absence of the blood that the vampires craved. All of their eyes were open in states of shock, lips parted in a never spoken cry for help.




“Hungry?” Miles asked, passing by her into the room.




“No.” Hermione managed to squeak out. “I fed just before we came across each other.”




“More for the rest of us then.”




 




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What the hell? Draco thought to himself as he entered the manor. The place had been almost completely stripped of everything that had any value. All that remained were bare walls and broken bits of furniture. Slowly Draco climbed the winding staircase that connected the upper and lower levels of the manor. The floor beneath him was the same that he had walked on just less than a year ago when he had come home on holiday from Hogwarts. Hogwarts, it seemed like it was an eternity away from where he was now. He could barely remember when he had little more to care about than what first-year he would torment next. Or which of the golden trio would be next to be insulted. In the end, even they had not been able to save the world. Draco kicked a piece of furniture out of the way as he stepped across the threshold of what had once been the door to his room. Upon reaching the bed, he collapsed onto the sheets. They still smelled of newly pressed linen. Draco briefly wondered if his mother had been here, in this house, when the Order had come in June. Was she reading in the sun room, or maybe ordering about house elves in the dining room. Did she know that it would be the last time she would set foot in her own home when they dragged her from the premises? His final thought before he drifted into slumber was his last memory of his mother, scolding him about not being prepared enough for the Dark Lord’s task. He still failed, Mother.




 




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“Hermione. . . Hermione?”




“Huh?”




“Are you alright?” Miles’ voice broke through the thoughts that were storming Hermione’s mind. She couldn’t really be pretending that she was ok with the murder of innocent people, but she was. She slid to the cement floor of the parking garage, allowing her mind to adjust to her new surroundings.




“I’m fine.”




“It gets better you know.” Miles said sliding down to sit beside her.




“What?”




“The being a vampire. I know it seems hard right now, but it does get better.”




“I don’t know what you mean.” Hermione truly didn’t. She didn’t understand how it could be hard to be a vampire, it was a conscious choice that each one had made. A choice she would never make, she already knew she would rather die completely.




“Well, right now you probably feel more human than vampire. You probably only fed when you need to right? Only when you absolutely have to because you still feel like you’re murdering someone. Then you feel guilty afterward because you just stole someone’s life.” Hermione’s mouth gaped open. “Don’t look at me like that, it isn’t a big secret. Everyone has been there.”




“No one acts like it.” Hermione said softly, all the vampires she had come in contact with gave no impression that they had ever felt like that.




“You’ll lose your humanity little by little. And you’ll still feel it sometimes, when you least expect it.”




“It seems so sad.”




“Would you rather be dead?”




“Sometimes.”




“I don’t think you’ve realized yet what a gift it is.”




“A gift?”




“You get to be powerful for eternity, you can see amazing things happen, what else do you want?”




“Life.” Miles chuckled at her answer.




“You always want what you can’t have, don’t you?” Miles looked across the space between them into Hermione’s eyes. “If you see it is as a curse that’s all it will ever be, but if you see it as a positive thing then you can grow with it. And just because you aren’t quite alive, it doesn’t mean that there aren’t still things to fight for.”




“What are you fighting for?” Hermione challenged, staring straight into his limitless gray eyes.




“Freedom. It isn’t just the Order’s world, it’s everyone’s. I refuse to live under the power of someone just because they say I should.”




“That’s a good reason.” Hermione said, her mind in turmoil. He seemed to be such a good man, but he was still a blood-sucking vampire.




“It isn’t the only reason.” His eyes captured hers more intently. “Just because I’m one of the undead doesn’t mean I can’t feel. And feeling is something to fight for.”




“I suppose.” Hermione breathed, becoming more uncomfortable with every passing moment.




“You’re very intriguing, Hermione. You make me feel something that I-”




“Miles!” A voice from the door called out breaking into Miles’ sentence.




“What is it Holden?” Miles called out, rising to his feet.




“We have a message from Airie.”




“I’ll be right there. If you’ll excuse me, Hermione.”




“Of course.”




 Miles left Hermione sitting on floor. What was that about? Hermione wondered to herself. Miles had definitely been getting into something serious, something that Hermione was not prepared for at all. Under different circumstances, mainly if Miles were not a vampire, she could be attracted to him. As it was though, she could not begin to think about a relationship with someone who chose to suck the blood out of helpless people. But was it something he chose? The little voice in Hermione’s head questioned. Maybe he wasn’t offered the choice you were. You don’t even know when he became a vampire. You don’t know anything about him. Hermione was becoming irritated with herself. Oh do shut up.




 “Gather ‘round everyone!” Miles shouted across the room, his voice echoing across the walls. Hermione’s attention moved back to the physical manifestation of her thoughts. “We have news from Airie.” Who is Airie? Hermione wondered. “Join us Hermione, this concerns you too.” Startled, Hermione stood and walked over to where the rest of the clan had assembled. “Airie has sent us a message that our property to the north has been infiltrated. We don’t know if the intruder is accidental or if it is a member of the Order. She thinks it best that we go there and either dispose of this threat or if it someone that sympathizes with our cause, induct them into our ranks. We’ll leave at dusk tomorrow. Get some rest now, it’ll be a long journey tomorrow night.” After his speech Miles returned to Hermione.




“Miles, who is Airie and what is the property to the north?” Hermione asked, curious.




“Airie is our ‘benefactor’ I suppose you’d say. She sympathizes with the old causes; she isn’t a fan of the flashiness of the Order. She’s been a vamp longer than anyone I know. She resides in the north and recently acquired a house for our use. It’s this huge mansion that was owned by some really rich wizards. Airie doesn’t like to make her presence known to a lot of people, so she has us do the ‘dirty’ work I guess you’d call it. So we’ll go up there tomorrow night and see who has decided that our property is worth breaking in to.”




“Right.” Hermione turned away, once again deep in thought. A huge mansion in the north that belonged to wealthy wizards, it could be anyone’s house. Hermione had the sinking suspicion that it wasn’t just anyone.



Chapter 9: Chapter 8~ Becoming Vee: Part 1
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Background Information: These two chapters take place during WWII. In WWII, England was not occupied by Nazi Germany, but there were strict regulationtions for citizens to keep them safe. 

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Chapter 8~ Becoming Vee: Part 1

 




London, 1943




 




“Veanna!”




“What mum?”




“I won’t be home tonight, Mrs. Levowitz went into labor and I’ve got to run. I’ll have to stay there with the curfew, but of course you know that, how could I think you wouldn’t know that? You won’t try to sneak out again will you Veanna? I swear you run up my nerves more than the soldiers do.” Veanna looked up from where she was perched on the window sill gazing down into the street.




“Yes, mum, I’ll stay here.” Veanna turned her attention back to the street.




“You’ll be sure to put your sister to bed on time?”




“Yes, mum, this isn’t the first time you haven’t been home for the night.”




“Veanna, don’t take that tone with me. Anilise told me what happened the last time someone needed a midwife and I was the only one available. I don’t like you spending time with that boy, and you most certainly won’t be doing it when you are supposed to be watching your sister, and especially when we’re in the middle of a bloody war for Christ’s sake!”




“Mum, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Veanna slowly turned to look at her mother who was standing face flushed in the doorway. She nodded once in Veanna’s direction before leaving the room. Veanna stood and locked the three bolts on the door like her mother always demanded then returned to the window. She watched her mother’s shape as it hurried down the sidewalk, face to the setting sun.




“Veanna?” Veanna turned as her eleven year old stepped into the room.




“What is it Anilise?”




“When is father going to come home?”




“Come here, Anni.” Veanna opened her arms to her sister and the small red-head rushed gratefully into them. “He’ll come home just as soon as the war is over.”




“When will that be?”




“I don’t know Anni, I guess-” Vee jumped up as a quick pounding came from the door.




“Vee! Vee! Open the door!”




“Vance? What’s going on, you were supposed to be busy tonight.” Veanna raced to the door and quickly opened for the pale, thin figure.




“Change of plans, I need your help.” Vance stood over a head taller than Vee, his clear blue eyes shadowed by his mess of dark hair.




“Vance, look, my mum is gone and Anilise told the last time I left, if I go out again she’ll probably lock me in my room until the war is over.”




“Vee, please, this is important. I mean really important. I’m trying to help make sure the war will be over soon, don’t you want that?”




“Of course I want that. Why do you need me anyway?”




“Vee, not everything in the resistance is blowing things up. We need information.”




“How do you expect me to get information?”




“Well, we think that there’s a Nazi contact and he might be more willing to slip information to a woman. Please, Vee, I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t something I couldn’t do myself. The resistance needs you, England needs you, and I need you.” Veanna could see the pleading in his eyes that were bright with anticipation.




“Alright, I’ll do it.”




“Thank you.”




“Anilise.” Veanna turned to her sister who had been quietly sitting in one of the kitchen chairs. “I need you to keep a secret for me. I’m going out, but you can never tell mum, do you understand? I’ll be back before morning, but you can’t say anything ever.”




“Veanna, mum told you not to.”




“I know she did, but this is important. You want father to come home, right?”




“Yes.”




“Well, I’m going to go do something that will help bring him home. If mum knew she’d worry too much, and wouldn’t let me. So you have to promise me that you won’t tell her. Do you promise?”




“I promise.”




“Thank you Anni, make sure you lock the door behind me okay?” Veanna hurried and grabbed her long, wool coat out of the small closet by the door and quickly gave Anni a kiss on the forehead.




“Be careful Veanna.” Anilise whispered as Veanna left with Vance.




“Where are we going Vance?” Veanna asked as they quickly walked down the stairs of the apartment building.




“You’ll see when we get there.”




“What exactly am I going to have to do?” Veanna was becoming more apprehensive about what she had agreed to do by the minute. She didn’t even know what it was that she had agreed to do.




“You just have to get some information that’s all. We’ve got it all worked out. Don’t worry.” Vance smiled reassuringly, the smile that always made Veanna melt; ever since they had first met nearly a year ago, when he had saved her from a potentially compromising situation when she was found out after curfew. He had been her hero ever since.




“You always say ‘we’. Who is it that you’re talking about?”




“You know who it is.”




“I don’t know their names, or if they’re anyone I’ve seen before, how do you know they’re someone you can trust?”




“Vee, I just know, okay?” Vance’s tone signaled that the conversation was over; it was time for silence anyway. They were out of the apartment, and Vance was leading Veanna increasingly farther into the heart of London. They stepped through alleys, always avoiding the large well-lit streets. Veanna was about to ask how much farther when Vance suddenly came to a halt in front of a very nondescript door. He knocked twice and gave a low whistle. The door swung in-ward and Vance led Vee inside. They stood in a dimly lit room with a few chairs and one grimly window that let in almost none of the sun’s fading rays.




“Good, you brought the girl.” A man entered from another room motioned for Veanna and Vance to take seats before him. As they moved away from the door, it shut firmly with a click, causing Veanna to jump at the noise. “She’s very pretty Vance, she’ll do nicely.”




“Nicely for what exactly?” Veanna asked with the smallest quaver in her voice.




“Vance didn’t tell you?” The man frowned.




“Not in great detail, just that I was to help acquire information.”




“Allow me to explain more thoroughly then. There is a man that has recently taken residence in one of the high rises on the north end. He only leaves after dusk, and no one ever sees him return. We have learned that people call him The Strigoi. He has been seen with some of the more prominent Nazi sympathizers, and we believe he is their link back to Germany. What we need you to do is confirm this. You will be in no danger; no one would ever suspect you to have an agenda. All you need to do is speak with him for now, and let us know if he is someone we need to inspect further. Do you understand?”




“Yes, I think so. How am I going to talk to him though?” The man tossed her bag before turning to leave the room.




“I believe these will ensure that he speaks with you. Vance you know where to take her.” As soon as he left the room, Veanna undid the straps that held the bag closed and pulled out what was inside.




“Oh my god.” Veanna whispered as she pulled out a pair of real women’s stockings, the kind she hadn’t seen since the beginning of the war. Next were a pair of shiny black heels, made of what Veanna suspected was real leather. Finally she took out the dress. It was red. No one ever wore red now. “Vance, how did they get these things, no one can buy these things anymore.” To her surprise Vance smiled.




“We have our ways, you had better get changed. We don’t have much time if you want to be back before your mother gets home.” Vance turned and looked away in modesty as Veanna began to take off the dress she was currently wearing and her knee-high wool socks. The smooth stockings slid up her legs like silk and she relished in the feeling as she slid them up to her thighs. Next came the dress. She pulled it over her head, and settled it down across her breasts and hips. She had never worn anything this low cut before, but somehow it made her feel powerful. She bent down to buckle the black heels to her feet and silently wished there was a mirror she could check herself in.




“I’m done, Vance.” She said hesitantly, waiting for him to turn. When he did, she was shocked by his reaction. His jaw dropped and for the first time since they met, he didn’t have anything to say right away. His lips parted and closed a few times before any words came out.




“I supposed he’ll have to talk to you now.”




“I suppose.”




“Are you ready to do this?” Vance asked quietly.




“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Veanna quickly put her coat on over the blood red dress.




“We aren’t very far from the North End; it won’t take very long to get there.” Vance spoke as he walked back to door. A chill hit Veanna’s legs as the door opened and the two dark shapes emerged from a non-descript door onto the street. The two only walked for ten minutes before Vance signaled for a stop. “It’s that building over there.” He said pointing to the tallest building in the area. “He should be leaving any moment; as soon as he does find some way to bump into him. He should stop and speak with you from what we’ve heard. Wherever he takes you I’ll follow, I won’t let you out of my sight.”




“Vance, I’m scared.”




“Vee, you’ll be fine, I won’t let anything happen to you.” In a sudden motion Vance grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. His lips were softer than she had expected; warmer than she had anticipated as well. Immediately her hands went around his neck and she pulled him closer to her. It seemed an eternity that they stood there on the street corner, lost in an embrace they had never experienced before. Less than a moment later, Vance pulled away, lips red and eyes shining. “You should go, he’ll be leaving soon. He always wears a hat with a red feather in it.”




“Right.” Veanna was slightly breathless, she had dreamed of Vance kissing her, but never had she thought that reality would be better than her dreams. She turned away from him reluctantly, and pulled her coat tighter around her thin frame.




“Vee?” Vance called when she was three steps away. Slowly she turned to face him, her face shadowed by the night. “Be careful, and I, well . . . I . . . I love you.” With that he turned and fled to the darkness of the alley, leaving her standing alone on the street her mouth slightly agape. Her lips turned up to form a smile as she walked toward the residence of the man called The Strigoi.



Chapter 10: Chapter 9~Becoming Vee: Part 2
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Chapter 9~ Becoming Vee Part 2




 As she stepped into the street lights she hoped Vance was close behind, making sure no unwanted attention presented itself. As she crossed the wet pavement she saw the double doors of the high rise swing open, admitting a man with a red feather in his hat out onto the street. She hurried toward him, carefully quiet so he would not see her coming. When she was facing him, and knew he was not aware of her coming, she stepped into the light and walked quickly toward him. Her thin frame collided with his very solid one and she would have fallen if his surprisingly strong arms had not caught her.




“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you.” Veanna murmured, careful to let her coat fall open, revealing the red dress.




“It’s quite alright, are you hurt?” The man’s voice was smooth and silky, sending shivers down her spine.




“I’m fine, thank you.” Veanna responded, looking up at the man called The Strigoi. He was terribly handsome, she noticed. His deep brown eyes captured hers over a strong nose and square jaw. His cheekbones looked like they were chiseled from the finest Grecian marble and the pale parlor of this skin only accentuated the fine black lashes that framed his eyes.




“What is your name, love?”




“Veanna.”




“Well, Veanna I am called Sergey. Is there any way I may make up for bumping into you?”




“Oh, well, I-“




“Say that you’ll have dinner with me.” Veanna looked into Sergey’s eyes and found that she could not refuse.




“That would be lovely.” She said with a smile.




“Follow me then.” Sergey bowed formally and offered her an arm, which she took. He led her down one of the alleys off of the main street and into a short doorway she never would have noticed on her own. They entered into what appeared to be some sort of boarding house. Veanna began to get nervous, what if Vance was not able to follow?




“This way, love.” Sergey directed her toward the only set of stairs and they slowly ascended to the third floor of the boarding house. Sergey opened the last door at the end of the hall, and Veanna found herself entering a dim, candlelit room. A table in the center of the room was set with china and laden with food.




“But, how?” Veanna was confused, the table was set for two, and she had only accepted his dinner invitation a few minutes ago. What kind of man prepared dinner for two, on the off chance that he would run into someone that would consent to eat with him?




“I have my ways.” He spoke softly as he moved behind her to remove her coat. As his fingers gently slid the heavy material from her bare arms she felt his cool fingers graze her skin. “Please, sit.” He whispered in her ear, as he pulled the chair out from the table. Veanna sat hesitantly; more aware than ever that she was alone in a room with a man who was suspected of being a Nazi. “Wine?” he asked coming around from behind her to take his place at the table. Veanna only nodded. Wine was something that was hard to come by these days, and if you did get your hands on it, it was very expensive. He had to be a Nazi, how else would he be able to afford such luxuries?




“Thank you for dinner, this is all very nice.”




“It is my pleasure. I should be thanking you. You are after all a very beautiful woman.” He raised his eyes to meet hers over his glass of red wine. Veanna blushed slightly under his gaze, hoping that it did not show too much in the dim lighting. “Might I ask what you were doing in this part of town after the curfew, it is not the place for a beautiful creature such as yourself.”




“I could ask the same of you.” Veanna flirted boldly.




“So you could, but you would not believe the answer.”




“Then it would make a wonderful story, would it not?”




“You amuse me, child.”




“You call me child, before you called me a beautiful woman. What is it that you think I am?” Veanna asked, desperate for some information from the man who was proving very elusive.




“Veanna is the name of an innocent child, and for all that you look like no innocent child, I do not believe you are a woman.”




“Sir, may I ask in what capacity?”




“I see it in your eyes, you are still very innocent my dear. But do not worry; these things will be taken care of in time.” His deep brown eyes gazed hungrily at her from across the table, and she felt an uncertain feeling of fear begin to uncurl inside of her. She reached for the wine glass and took a sip to calm her nerves. On the other side of the table Sergey smiled.




“It’s good, is it not?”




“Yes,” Veanna spoke slowly, she was beginning to feel tired almost, but that couldn’t be right she was wide awake almost a moment ago. “The wine, you have-”




“Shh, my dear, do not waste your energy with words.” Sergey rose from the table, walked to Veanna’s side, and took one of her hands.  Slowly he pulled her to her feet and she felt the drowsy feeling begin to deepen. She tentatively took a step away from Sergey, but the room suddenly shifted, and she felt the ground rise up toward her. Sergey’s arms caught her before her face found the floor, and swung her up so she was cradled in her arms.




“I should go now.” Veanna whispered into his shirt, weakly trying to pull away.




“I don’t think you will be leaving now, my dear Veanna.” He gently placed her limp body onto bed of silken sheets that Veanna had not noticed upon entering the room. She felt the mattress shift as he climbed in beside her. One of his unnaturally cool hands stroked the white skin of her neck, and she involuntarily shivered. His hands moved down her body to caress the curve of her hip, and up the smooth skin of her thigh. His lips replaced his hands on her neck; she could feel their cool smoothness move from her ear to her collarbone in fluid movements. His hands had slipped her dress up past her waist, and the straps off her shoulders.




“Stop, please.” Veanna whispered to sheets. She tried once again to pull away, but whatever drug had been in her wine would not let her.




“No, my dear, you have not served your purpose yet. Perhaps, since you are the most beautiful creature I have so far found I will give you a gift.” Veanna felt his teeth graze her neck as one hand found its way to the bare skin of her breast.




“What gift?” Veanna managed to force out.




“Immortality.” Sergey whispered, swiftly kissing her lips once, fast and hard. A moment later Veanna felt a pain on her neck so intense she thought she had been stabbed. Her whole body felt as though it were on fire, while the pain in her neck increased with every second. She thought she felt something wet trickle down the back of her neck, but she couldn’t be sure. The room was going in and out of focus, and she could no longer feel the acute pain in her neck. She blinked twice, then fell into the darkness at the edges of her vision. A voice from somewhere above spoke to her as she faded away, “Thank you, love.”




 




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Vance watched as the man called The Strigoi left the boarding house alone. Where was Vee? What had he done to her? If anything happened to her Vance didn’t know how he would be able to forgive himself. As soon as the man turned the corner, Vance rushed across the street into the run down house. After a quick search of the first floor revealed nothing, Vance started up the stairs. The doors on the second floor were all dark and locked; the dust that covered them made Vance aware that no one had entered them for some time. Hoping he was not too late, Vance climbed to the third floor. There was light coming from under one of the doors at the far end of the hallway. Vance hurried to it and tried the handle. It was locked, but Vance was prepared for that. Bending down, so that he was eye-level with the doorknob, he carefully picked the lock. It sprung free and Vance pushed open the door.




At first he did not see her.




When he did his legs forgot how they were supposed to move. She lay on a bed in the far corner of room, her face calm and peaceful. Her dress lay across her at an odd angle, and one of her shoes had come undone. This was not what rendered Vance paralyzed. From where he stood he could see a dark stain spreading across the bed covers. With sudden urgency his feet remember how to walk and they propelled him across the room faster than he thought possible. Slowly and cautiously, Vance turned Vee’s face towards his own. He let out a strangled sob when he saw her neck. There were two puncture marks just above her collar bone, and it was from there that the dark stain was spreading.




“Oh god, Vee.” He climbed onto the soiled bed, and pulled her limp body into his arms. “I’m so sorry.” He sobbed into her hair as he gently rocked back and forth to the rhythm of his heaving breaths.




 




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When Vance awoke the sun was just setting. He had been asleep since the night before when he had found Vee’s body.




Vee’s body. He looked down into his arms, she still lay cradled there. He slowly disentangled himself from her corpse and moved to stand by the window. He watched as the sun sank lower over the city of London, until it was completely dark, save the few street lamps that had yet to burn out. He dropped his head into his hands, and was about to let the grief take him once more when he heard a sound in the room. It almost sounded like the rustle of sheets, but that was not possible.




“Vance?” He was imagining things, Vee was dead, she could not speak. “Vance what happened?” He was going crazy. Then he felt the hand on his arm, a hand so solid and so real that he knew he could not imagine it. He spun around so fast that the hand was dislodged. There standing before him was Vee. Dead people could not stand; they could not speak, so he must be going crazy.




“I’m dreaming.” He whispered out loud.




“Vance, what are you talking about? What happened? I don’t remember much. That man- Sergey, I don’t know what he did to me.”




“You’re dead, I know you’re dead.” Vance tried desperately to wake himself from whatever dream he was having but to no avail.




“Stop it Vance, you’re scaring me.”




“Your neck.” Vance said pointing to the two marks that still shone red against her alabaster skin. She moved away from him toward the long, ornate mirror that hung upon the wall. Positioning herself in front of it, she found that she could not see herself. Her skin went whiter than it already was, and she felt her knees begin to go weak. She was not there; she could not see a reflection in the mirror.




“Vance, I’m not there. I can’t see myself, what’s on my neck?” She was beginning to panic. She turned her pleading eyes back to Vance, and in one look he knew she was real.




“What did he do to you?” Vance whispered, as she gently touched the marks on her neck.




“He bit me.” She murmured in disbelief.




 




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Present Day




 




Over fifty years later a vampire woman named Vee woke in a cold sweat. She had not dreamed about that night in over a decade. That was the night that Veanna Velatresca had died and Vee had taken her place. She had never come home to her sister and her mother. They were devastated over the loss of the missing Veanna. Her mother swore to her deathbed that it must have been that boy, the one she disapproved of so greatly. But it was that boy, Vance, that Vee owed her existence too. Without him she most surely would have staked herself by now. It had taken them a little over a week to discover what Veanna had become.  Vee had been able to find Sergey at his high rise, and was able to make him explain what she was. A vampire. By not burying her body before the next sunset, he had sealed her fate as a vampire. Once she was fully informed Vee drove a wooden stake through his heart, and watched him turn to dust in her revenge. Vance’s guilt had driven him to demand that she do the unthinkable. He demanded that she turn him into a vampire as well, it was his fault she was like this and he wouldn’t have her go through it alone. He told her it was out of love, but in the back of her mind she knew better. He felt guilty, and it was a guilt that would have killed him, had she not been able to give him immortality. Now, fifty years later she had become his oracle and his servant. He never claimed to love her; all that he loved was his power. The power she had given him one night when he took her innocence from her. Now she was not even privy to the plans he had for the world she helped him create. Vee had been slighted too many times in her life to willingly lie down and let the man she created take it all from her. Vance might think he controlled the new world, but without her he was nothing. She would make sure he knew that. 


*So that is the end of the brief interlude in our story, now Vee has some more character development, and her actions in the future have reasoning behind them. foreshadowing, heeheehee. *



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