Vampire fic
What lurks in the shadows
It seemed like she had been running forever the faster she ran the less progress she made. The ground under her feet was wet and sticky which seemed to slow her down. Her feet felt weighed down with lead. She knew no matter what happened she had to keep running. She’d had this dream before but this time it seemed different. Usually it took place in the Forbidden Forest but tonight it was in the forest near the Burrow.
When her legs gave out from under her, she looked at her hands, which were covered in mud and were bleeding. This wasn’t what happened when she had this dream before. She should be waking up by now.
She had cut her knee but she couldn’t focus on that now because she had to pull herself up and keep going.
Before she had realised, she had ran right into a dead end. Something had been chasing her and it had finally caught up with her. Standing frozen to the spot, she realized it was some sort of cave. It smelt fowl like rotten flesh mixed with a musky animal scent. She has not smelt these things before but if she had to sum up what it smelt like, she would have to say it smelt like death.
Her blood ran cold, as her breathing became heavy and she was unable to move. All she could do was stare at this tall dark unhuman like figure approaching her. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She wanted to run but there was nowhere to run to. Nobody was going to save her from what was approaching her.
She could make out in the darkness that its blood red, intense eyes were staring at her. It was looking her over like she was a piece of meat. Whatever it was, it was moving closer toward her. As it came into focus, she noticed its long claw- like hands.
Her heart raced like it was going to explode in her chest.
“Hermione,” It hissed.
She stepped back and hit something cold and hard. Her hands shook as she tried to find her wand. Damn. Why didn’t she have it with her but it was a dream and she’d wake up any minute now.
“There is nowhere to run to,” It hissed.
“You shall be my mine,” It hissed again.
“NEVER!” she sputtered, amazed to hear her own voice.
“Oh, but you shall. You have no choice,” It laughed evilly.
Her whole body froze as she felt it force upon her. She collapsed into its arms, unable to fight anymore. Its weight and cold icy body became closer into her. . Its razor sharp teeth ripped into her neck, as everything went dark and she felt icy cold. It seemed to be no hope left in the world.
She woke up at dawn and she could hear the birds singing around her. She lay there frozen from the cold and her nightie wet from the damp grass. Why was she here? How did she get here? She remembered how she’d been having that dream again. Maybe she’d woken up and was tucked up at the Burrow or maybe it wasn’t a dream but she had been sleepwalking. It would make more sense if she’d had a bad dream and had sleep walked out here. She sighed as she realized she had not sleep walked since she was a child. She opened her eyes and they were stinging. She pulled herself forward so she was sitting up and attempted to stand. She was shaking now from the cold and every part of her body ached as she stood up. As she brushed herself down, she gasped at her blood soaked nightie. Somehow, she made her way back to the Burrow and wondered what time it was and why she had made it without being seen.
The sun was hurting my eyes as it rose and all she could think about was getting into bed and sleeping. She made her way into the Burrow and crept up the stairs. Her hands clutched on the banister, trying to drag herself up the stairs. How was she supposed to get back into bed and not wake Ginny? How would she explain this way? I really don’t want to face her or anyone right now.
I’ll feel better if I have a shower, she thought.
Creeping into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She pulled her nightie over her head and then threw it down. She turned the shower on and stepped into it. The warm water soaked her skin and she let out a soft moan. It felt so good as the water ran over her and carried the dirt and blood away. For the moment, she felt normal as she sighed and stepped out of the shower to dry herself. The next problem was her nightdress because she couldn’t go into Ginny’s room like this, so she did a cleansing charm on it. She pulled it back on and left the bathroom with her hair still wet but she didn’t care. When she got into Ginny’s room, she noticed Ginny was fast asleep and hadn’t even noticed she was missing. Collapsing into her bed, she closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
Its face came out of the darkness its features pale, chiseled and grotesquely handsome.
“Hermione, come to me,” It hissed softly.
“But, I don’t even know your name,” she murmured in her sleep.
“Come to me tonight and I will tell you,” It whispered.
It was seven o’clock in the evening when she woke up. She made her way over to her mirror and gasped at what she saw. Her hair was a mess and she had two tiny puncture holes in her neck.
“Ouch!” She gasped as she looked down at her cut leg.
She lifted her night over her head and saw claw marks on her stomach that felt very sore.
I got to go down stairs. The Weasley’s will be worried, she thought.
She got dress, covered the marks up on her neck with a black choker and made her way downstairs.
Ron and Ginny sat around the table, as they looked up and stared at her when she entered.
“You’re up late,” Ron grinned.
“I didn’t feel very well,” She said.
“You should see Mum about that then. I thought I’d let you sleep you were out of it,” Ginny smiled.
“You look really pale. I’ll call Mum,” Ron said as he got up from the table and made his way to the door.
“No!” She shouted they all stared at her.
“Honestly, I’m fine. It was just a cold and now I’ve slept it off I’m fine,” She said, softly.
“As long as you’re alright now,” said Ron.
He couldn’t put his finger on it but something was different about her.
She sat by the fire but she still felt cold. She tried to distract herself by picking up ‘Hogwarts A history’ to read. The words blurred in front of her and she could hear his voice spinning through her head.
“Hermione,” he whispered.
“Come to me.”
I’m going mad, she thought
“No your not. Come to me,” It said again.
Great, now it can hear my thoughts.
“Don’t try and fight it. Come to me,” It said again.
She put her head in her hands and for a moment she forgot who sat around her.
“Are you sure your alright?” asked Ron, concern spread across his face.
“Yes, I’m fine. I must be still tired,” She lied.
“You don’t look alright,” said Ginny.
“Honestly, I’m fine!” She shouted.
“I’m going back to bed.”
It seemed like she had been running forever the faster she ran the less progress she made. The ground under her feet was wet and sticky which seemed to slow her down. Her feet felt weighed down with lead. She knew no matter what happened she had to keep running. She’d had this dream before but this time it seemed different. Usually it took place in the Forbidden Forest but tonight it was in the forest near the Burrow.
When her legs gave out from under her, she looked at her hands, which were covered in mud and were bleeding. This wasn’t what happened when she had this dream before. She should be waking up by now.
She had cut her knee but she couldn’t focus on that now because she had to pull herself up and keep going.
Before she had realised, she had ran right into a dead end. Something had been chasing her and it had finally caught up with her. Standing frozen to the spot, she realized it was some sort of cave. It smelt fowl like rotten flesh mixed with a musky animal scent. She has not smelt these things before but if she had to sum up what it smelt like, she would have to say it smelt like death.
Her blood ran cold, as her breathing became heavy and she was unable to move. All she could do was stare at this tall dark unhuman like figure approaching her. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She wanted to run but there was nowhere to run to. Nobody was going to save her from what was approaching her.
She could make out in the darkness that its blood red, intense eyes were staring at her. It was looking her over like she was a piece of meat. Whatever it was, it was moving closer toward her. As it came into focus, she noticed its long claw- like hands.
Her heart raced like it was going to explode in her chest.
“Hermione,” It hissed.
She stepped back and hit something cold and hard. Her hands shook as she tried to find her wand. Damn. Why didn’t she have it with her but it was a dream and she’d wake up any minute now.
“There is nowhere to run to,” It hissed.
“You shall be my mine,” It hissed again.
“NEVER!” she sputtered, amazed to hear her own voice.
“Oh, but you shall. You have no choice,” It laughed evilly.
Her whole body froze as she felt it force upon her. She collapsed into its arms, unable to fight anymore. Its weight and cold icy body became closer into her. . Its razor sharp teeth ripped into her neck, as everything went dark and she felt icy cold. It seemed to be no hope left in the world.
She woke up at dawn and she could hear the birds singing around her. She lay there frozen from the cold and her nightie wet from the damp grass. Why was she here? How did she get here? She remembered how she’d been having that dream again. Maybe she’d woken up and was tucked up at the Burrow or maybe it wasn’t a dream but she had been sleepwalking. It would make more sense if she’d had a bad dream and had sleep walked out here. She sighed as she realized she had not sleep walked since she was a child. She opened her eyes and they were stinging. She pulled herself forward so she was sitting up and attempted to stand. She was shaking now from the cold and every part of her body ached as she stood up. As she brushed herself down, she gasped at her blood soaked nightie. Somehow, she made her way back to the Burrow and wondered what time it was and why she had made it without being seen.
The sun was hurting my eyes as it rose and all she could think about was getting into bed and sleeping. She made her way into the Burrow and crept up the stairs. Her hands clutched on the banister, trying to drag herself up the stairs. How was she supposed to get back into bed and not wake Ginny? How would she explain this way? I really don’t want to face her or anyone right now.
I’ll feel better if I have a shower, she thought.
Creeping into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She pulled her nightie over her head and then threw it down. She turned the shower on and stepped into it. The warm water soaked her skin and she let out a soft moan. It felt so good as the water ran over her and carried the dirt and blood away. For the moment, she felt normal as she sighed and stepped out of the shower to dry herself. The next problem was her nightdress because she couldn’t go into Ginny’s room like this, so she did a cleansing charm on it. She pulled it back on and left the bathroom with her hair still wet but she didn’t care. When she got into Ginny’s room, she noticed Ginny was fast asleep and hadn’t even noticed she was missing. Collapsing into her bed, she closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
Its face came out of the darkness its features pale, chiseled and grotesquely handsome.
“Hermione, come to me,” It hissed softly.
“But, I don’t even know your name,” she murmured in her sleep.
“Come to me tonight and I will tell you,” It whispered.
It was seven o’clock in the evening when she woke up. She made her way over to her mirror and gasped at what she saw. Her hair was a mess and she had two tiny puncture holes in her neck.
“Ouch!” She gasped as she looked down at her cut leg.
She lifted her night over her head and saw claw marks on her stomach that felt very sore.
I got to go down stairs. The Weasley’s will be worried, she thought.
She got dress, covered the marks up on her neck with a black choker and made her way downstairs.
Ron and Ginny sat around the table, as they looked up and stared at her when she entered.
“You’re up late,” Ron grinned.
“I didn’t feel very well,” She said.
“You should see Mum about that then. I thought I’d let you sleep you were out of it,” Ginny smiled.
“You look really pale. I’ll call Mum,” Ron said as he got up from the table and made his way to the door.
“No!” She shouted they all stared at her.
“Honestly, I’m fine. It was just a cold and now I’ve slept it off I’m fine,” She said, softly.
“As long as you’re alright now,” said Ron.
He couldn’t put his finger on it but something was different about her.
She sat by the fire but she still felt cold. She tried to distract herself by picking up ‘Hogwarts A history’ to read. The words blurred in front of her and she could hear his voice spinning through her head.
“Hermione,” he whispered.
“Come to me.”
I’m going mad, she thought
“No your not. Come to me,” It said again.
Great, now it can hear my thoughts.
“Don’t try and fight it. Come to me,” It said again.
She put her head in her hands and for a moment she forgot who sat around her.
“Are you sure your alright?” asked Ron, concern spread across his face.
“Yes, I’m fine. I must be still tired,” She lied.
“You don’t look alright,” said Ginny.
“Honestly, I’m fine!” She shouted.
“I’m going back to bed.”