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Queen by By My Pen

Format: Novel
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 3,808
Status: Abandoned

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Romance, Action/Adventure, Young Adult
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Snape, Cho, Neville, Draco, Fred, OC
Pairings: OC/OC

First Published: 06/12/2007
Last Chapter: 10/07/2007
Last Updated: 10/07/2007

"There he was after seven years, staring at me point blank in the face..." Welcome to my life. Hi, my name's Melanie, heir to the Vampire Throne and girlfriend of George Weasley (not that he knows about my being half-vampire). So I'm teaching potions at Hogwarts right, when quite unexpectedly, my husband shows up.....

Chapter 1: A Very Long Intro
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There he was, after seven years, staring at me point blank in the face. He never really was afraid of me, but I never thought he’d go so far…
But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself here. I should probably give you an introduction.

Chapter 1- A very long                                                             

My name is Melanie Sackville-Bagg. My maiden name is Sanderson. I’m half witch, half vampire. 

Yeah, great mix I know. 

My mother is the Wicked Witch of the West, notorious villain in the Wizard of Oz, the one who wanted Dorothy’s red shoes blah blah blah… to me she’s just Mum. End of story. My father (now here comes the cliché part) is none other than the legendary vampire Count Vladislaus Dragulia, or Dracula for short. He and I never really did have a good relationship, but being the one who sired me, I guess he does merit a mention in my introduction. 

I was born on the 10th of July, 1839 in Salem, USA. Being the youngest child in a family of nine girls was fun while growing up, but once the make-up and broomstick flying lessons were over, it just got plain irritating. The first 13 years of my life were just like any other young witch’s. I studied charms, spells, hexes, curses, but my forte would have to have been potions, and it still is. Then came that fateful day, 19th September 1846, when my father came to see us.

My parents divorced when I was young, and my father had come on one of his rare visits to see if any of his daughters were in fact vampire, as he himself is. You see, the vampire gene lays dormant in all of my sisters, meaning that they are practically all witch. In my case, this is not so. The whole family thought that because I was so good at magic, the vampire gene lay dormant in me too. It didn’t. After a series of complicated tests it was official. I was the only of Dracula’s nine daughters that was a vampire. Yippee. 

Being half-witch half-vampire, I have the ability to change from state to state. This ability positively scared my father. He wanted me to be pure; something which I’m not. In an attempt to rid me of my witchiness and let my vampire side reign supreme, Dracula took me away to his hometown of Transylvania (cliché I know). For 100 years I lived there with him and his three brides, everyday being properly educated in the ways of vampire life. I was constantly scrutinized and told that I must excel in my studies if I was to ever acquire the throne. Here comes the sticky bit.

My father Dracula is the King of the Damned. The Damned are the largest and most powerful vampire clan in the world. And my father was their King. Makes sense, I mean after all, he is Dracula. So now you see why he tried to quash the witch out of me. He wanted me to one day be Queen, a pure Queen who would have the loyalty of her people, and not be sneered at because of her tainted blood. I knew and fully accepted the role of Queen. But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t be rid of my inner witch. I used to sometimes practise magic during the day, when I knew my father was asleep.

After 100 years of living with Dracula, I was fed up. I packed all my things and was prepared to run away. Getting around and making my way through the wide world wouldn’t be a problem- I was a witch after all. No, my main concern was where I should go. Obviously it had to be a place where my father couldn’t find me easily, so returning to my Mum and sisters was out of the question, for now at least. It had to be a place out Dracula’s control, and there had to be a reason for my going there. I wasn’t about to wander the earth with no purpose. Then I remembered about a potion that I was planning on brewing for myself. It was supposed to help with the affect that the sun had on my skin. I was about to start concocting when I realise that I missing a crucial ingredient.

A magical mushroom called Cortude, brown in colour with green spots. It only grew in one place- the Scottish Highlands. It was decided. I strapped my luggage to my broomstick (no mean feat might I add) and set out for Scotland. This decision to flee from my father led me from one man to another. Well, he was more of a boy than a man at the time. This is how I came to meet Gregory.

Chapter 2: A brief history lesson on Gregory/ A Crypt? Oh Crap!
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If you were to Google search Gregory Sackville-Bagg it would come up with 386 articles to do with him.

A fictional character to the rest of the world, Gregory was and is very real to me. Gregory was born in Germany on the 4th of March 1737. He became a vampire on the 13th of June 1752 at the tender age of 15.

His father is Count Fredrick "the Great" Sackville. His mother is Countess Freda Bagg. He is the oldest of three. His brother Rudolph is 12, his sister Anna 10.

The whole family migrated to Scotland with their clan in search of the Stone of Attamon. They needed the stone for their amulet, which when struck by a ray of light from the Comet Attamon, would turn them all into humans.

Well guess what? They haven't found the stone. Boo-hoo-hoo. Cry me a river…

Now to a more important subject. How Gregory and I met... ah, now that is a story in itself.

I arrived in Scotland at around midnight, three days after my departure from Transylvania. I made camp in a wood near a cemetery. When I say camp though, I don't mean a tent.

I bewitched the trees to cut themselves down and build me a lodge. Yeah, that's a better word for it, a lodge. There was a mass of Cortude mushrooms in the woods so I was in a prime location.

Inside my little lodge (I love that word!) I had set up a bed, a cauldron and a bookcase. I even had a lock on the front door. Food was easy to find and there was fresh water nearby too.

For the next few days, life was simple. I continued with my potion and fell into a daily routine.

But for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched...

About a week after my arrival I was in the woods as usual, collecting wild potatoes for my dinner, when I came across a red four-wheel drive. It looked more like a truck actually. There was a man sitting in the truck staring at me.

He was sitting in a truck with gadgets all over it, in the woods at 11pm staring straight at me through the trees with a crazy look in his eyes.

I froze. I felt that feeling of being watched again, only this was a hundred times worse. There is only one word to describe what I felt.

Then, quite suddenly, that crazy glint in his eyes flashed, as if he had finally understood something. That was when he started the truck and drove straight towards me.

I bolted. Losing all control over my body I changed from witch to vampire while running and took to the sky.

Now look, I am NOT the species of vampire that turns into a bat, got that? When I fly, I fly as a human looking vampire, but I have these great black wings that stretch out from the middle of my back and help me fly.

No joke. Not very subtle at all unfortunately.

Just as I was gaining some height, this guy aims a headlamp at me from the roof of his truck. The light almost KILLED me, and that's saying something, considering that being half-witch makes me almost completely immune to the sun.

I was just flying over the cemetery when I fell from the sky into a hole in the ground. The crazy man didn't see me fall from the air, so he just continued with his search for me.

I looked up and studied my surroundings. The hole I fell through was a perfectly cut rectangle shape in the ground. The walls around me were made of stone bricks and there were dusty statues and pillars everywhere...

Then it came to me. I had fallen out of the sky into a crypt.

A crypt? Oh crap!

What's more is that this was a currently inhabited crypt. How do i know that you ask? Because just then, Gregory jumped out of the darkness at me, teeth bared and snarling.

Chapter 3: Meet the whole entire family
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Let me describe to you Gregory.

He is taller than the average 15 year-old, with a lean yet muscular body. His skin is pearly white (no duh), as if he wears make-up to make it look that way. His eyes are dark with heavy lids. Again they look enhanced with make-up. His lips are pink, his teeth white.

Gregory’s hair though, was ridiculous. It was straight, mid-length and naturally dark brown, but from the back, half of it was coloured blue and the other red (split personality much?).

The tops of his hair were gelled to stick straight up in the air in little wires. I had never seen such a strange hairstyle and as weird as it may sound, it looked totally hot.

His clothes were even weirder. He looked like he’d stepped straight out the Shakespearean era, but punk-rock style. He wore dark grey pants, big black boots (with the shoelaces untied) and amber and black striped vest over a dirty white shirt and black hobo gloves on his hands.

Around his neck was a shark’s tooth on a strip of black leather and to set his whole outfit off, he wore a light grey overcoat, sort of a cross between a trench coat and a cape. That coat was amazing.

Gregory is this generally scary looking person, so to have him hissing and snarling at me was genuinely frightening. Again my trusty vampire instincts kicked in and I snarled right back.

When he snarled it looked like any other human snarl, only he has fangs. When I snarled, my whole lower-jaw extends out to reveal all of my razor sharp teeth. He almost wet himself with fear as he jumped back from me.

I regained control over my body and returned to my normal state. Then, from one of the many caves around us, emerged a woman with fluffy blond hair.
“Gregory dear, what’s all this fuss about?” she asked. I figured she must have been his mum.

Gregory was still speechless. He pointed at the dark corner in which I was standing. I walked into the moonlight that was coming from the hole in the ground (or is it ceiling now?). His mother gasped. She was obviously better educated than he was.

There are all different ‘clans’ of vampire. Each clan has there own set of special characteristics. From the way Gregory hissed at me, I knew he wasn’t of my clan. My clan looks different to every other clan in the world. We are… well, beautiful.

Our eyes come in the most unimaginable shades of green, yellow pink and purple. For the female part, our hair is always thick long and luscious, our bodies perfectly sculptured.

I guess you could say that our looks are the best in the vampire world, (Dracula’s our King, hello?) and they are easily recognisable to all other vampires. That’s why Gregory’s mum was standing there staring at me.

“In all my years I never thought I’d see…” her voice trailed off as she turned around and called out, “Fredrick! Fredrick come here!” Cue the much older and slightly taller version of Gregory with streaks of grey running through his hair; his father Fredrick.

I had heard of this vampire. Fredrick the Great was renowned for his ferocity, but he was only ever so when his family was in danger. Oh, and another thing. This family is very peculiar. The whole clan is odd, you might say. I’ve read about them.

They migrated here (refer to Chapter 2) to try and become human. What kind of sick vampire would want to become the species of their prey? That’s another thing. They want to be a family, not fiends. So instead of letting nature take its course and finding human blood to feed on, they instead choose to live off cow’s blood.

They want to become humans, not eat them for dinner. Psycho I say, psycho. And I’ve stumbled into their hidey-hole. Great.

“Oh my…” were the only words daddy-diddums managed to muster up when he first saw me. I should probably describe to you my own appearance.

I’m tall for my age and my body id well proportioned. I have dark brown hair down to my waist that sets itself into an array of elegant waves and curls. My eyes are a deep shade of violet, my eyelashes thick, and my nose straight, my eyebrows well shaped and my dark pink lips are full.

There is just one thing about me that is out of place. My skin took after my mother’s completely. And no, I don’t mean it’s green. I don’t know what the producers of that movie were thinking…

Instead of my skin being a soft white hue as everyone else in my clan’s is it’s olive. I’m a vampire with clear, deep olive skin. Well, technically I’m only half vampire, but it’s strange all the same.

Freakish some might say, but I don’t care. I look at myself in the mirror and I’m comfortable with what I see, and at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters. I like the way I look. At the moment though, I hate it.

“Dear lady, you are most welcome in our home,” said Fredrick taking a deep bow, “it is an honour to be in your presence.” I inclined my head and smiled. I didn’t want to seem rude.

“May I introduce to you my family?” he asked.
“It would be an honour to become acquainted with the family of Fredrick the Great,” I replied. You could tell he was pleased at the fact that I already knew his name.

“This is my wife Freda,” he motioned to the woman with blonde fluffy hair.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you fair lady,” she said as she curtsied to me, “and these are our children Gregory, Rudolph and Anna.” Rudolph had the exact same features as his mother, but they were dark like his father’s. Anna had blonde hair like her mother’s. She reminded me of goldilocks.

Gregory was of course the spitting image of his father, but I sensed that the two of them were not entirely close.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all, truly. My name is Melanie Sanderson. I’m on holiday here in Scotland, and I don’t know much about the area. Could you help me?”

I know, I know. I lied about holidaying, but my personal affairs were none of their business.
“Anything Lady Melanie, anything at all. We are in your service,” answered Mama bear.

“Well you see, I was just out in the woods when I came across a mad-man in a red truck…” but before I finished, Gregory butted in.

“Rookery,” he said, in a voice displaying all the loath he could muster.

Chapter 4: Vampire Slayer
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“Rookery?” I asked. At the very mention of his name the whole family’s bright faces turned sour.
“Aye, Rookery. Rookery the Vampire Slayer,” whispered Rudolph, as if it was dangerous to even say his name aloud. “He’s as nasty as they get Miss. He comes from a whole line of,” he gulped, “Slayers. You’d want to stay right out of his way, as far away as possible.”

“He was chasing me…” my voice trailed off. It made sense now. The Slayer recognised me for what I was in the woods.
“Chasing you?” Fredrick’s brow wrinkled, “When?”

“Just now, in the woods. I was flying and he aimed a light at me. That’s how I fell into here.” Oh shit, now I’m wanted.

“Oh, my! If he really has seen you dear, then you’re in real danger,” Freda murmured, “he won’t stop until he finds you.” I’ll bet. Sick bastard, probably thinks I’m some sort of rare species or something…

“But my home, my things… ” My potion. That’s what I was really thinking about. I’ve come too far and risked too much to let it go because of some poacher. Screw him. I need my stuff.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave here until it is absolutely safe. For now you should stay with us, for your own safety,” added Fredrick. Yeah, I’d bet you’d love that Papa-bear. Have the pretty Princess live with you so that you can invite over your friends to goggle at her. I don’t think so!

“I have to get my things. I have to venture out there…”
“Do you want to die?” asked Gregory. His question shocked me. I mean for all he knows, I’m a pure vampire. Wouldn’t that make me already dead?

“Gregory hold your tongue!” said Anna.
“No! Here we are trying to protect her, telling her it’s not safe, and all she can think about is her stuff. Well you know what? I really don’t give a fuck, and I don’t see why the rest of us should give a rat’s arse either. Go on, go out there and get staked if that’s what you want- ”

“Mum!” and they started yelling. As enraged as I was with what he had said, Gregory did have a point. No one in my life had ever spoken to me like that before. But I couldn’t let my potion burn, and my book…

I have this book that my oldest sister Winifred gave me. It’s bound with human skin and it has an eye and a mind of its own. The devil gave it to her (or so she says). The point is, that book is priceless, and oh so powerful. Nothing good can ever come out of it, so letting Rookery get his hands on it was not an option. With that in mind, I flew straight up and out towards my lodge.

I arrived there swiftly and silently, all the while keeping my eyes peeled for any hint of Rookery. I placed a sensor charm 100 square metres around the lodge. If they go off it’ll give me enough time to get out of there.

My hands were shaking as I packed my things. I especially took extra care to the lock up ‘Book’ in his box. Then there was the slightly problematic matter of transporting my potion.

I could take it off the flames for a few minutes, and then light another one when I reached the crypt. Then I could let it continue simmering. I was going over this in my head when a cold hand slipped over my mouth.

I panicked. I was just about ready to go total kung fu on Rookery’s sorry arse, when Gregory whispered “Shh!” into my ear. I spun around to see hi standing there in my house.

“What in Lucifer’s name are you doing here? How did you get past my sensors?” I hissed. He scrunched his face.
“Sensors? I dunno what you’re talking about, but as for why I’m here it’s to take you back to the crypt.” Oh great. Romeo here wants to play my knight in shining armour. Well I guess he should’ve thought about that before he started ragging on Juliet then, eh?

“Ok then, I’ll rephrase the question. How did you get here?” He looked at me like I was the most stupid being he had come across.
“I flew.” Right, he flew. He flew over the sensors and that’s why they didn’t go off. At least now I know the charm isn’t faulty, even if I do look like an idiot.

“You put your arse on the line for this?” he looked around my home. “Why? It all looks like a heap of crap to me.”

“It’s not crap, dickhead. They’re priceless artefacts. Not that someone as brainless as you would know anything about them.” He looked at me sideways, a smile playing around his face.
“Ahh, so we’re not the delicate flower that we’re made out to be, hey?”

What a prick! I’m getting pissed already and I haven’t even known him for an hour.
“What’s that?” he asked pointing at the cauldron.
“It’s my potion.” Did I just say that? Uh oh, shouldn’t have said that…
“I’ll explain later, just help me!”

Together we managed to load my stuff onto my broomstick, which I bewitched to fly back to the crypt by itself. “Once I take this off the fire,” I gestured to the cauldron, “we’ll have only a few minutes to get to the crypt. Understand?”
“Why only a few minutes?” he asked. Curious little thing isn’t he?
“Because any longer and the cure for sunlight fatality among vampires will be lost!”

“That can’t be good,” said Gregory. My sensors! Shit!
“Move! Move! Move!” I pushed him out the door and we rose into the night sky. I could see Rookery’s truck beneath me and I knew he’d use that bloody headlamp again.

As he aimed it towards us, I took my pocketknife out of my shoe and flung it down as hard as I could. It smashed the light, giving Gregory and I a chance to fly into the crypt.

Once I landed I ran straight into an empty cave, lit a fire (using magic) and set the potion down to simmer on it. My heart gave a sigh as relief washed over me. The brew hadn’t gone to waste.