Hola! Back for another chapter! I'm in a writing mood today, so let's go!
As always, R&R, try be nice please!
My angel spoke… She had a perfect, soft, melodic voice. I struggled to answer.
"Elijah Mikaelson, miss." I smiled, still shocked I could come across someone so.. Amazing. "And you are..?" I asked her back, not the time Elijah.. Your brother just killed her parents! I sighed a bit, "Sorry. Not the time."
Ginevra whispered something, and they lowered their sticks. "My name's Hermione Granger. You're a vampire." she said, simply smiling.
My angel had been hurt by my brother, and was s-smiling at me.. It was truly a shocking sight. I parted my lips to speak, but before I could, Niklaus had knocked my angel out, along with her friend.
"Come on them love.. You're coming with me." Niklaus said, smiling at the redhead… I lifted my angel, and grabbed their sticks.. I don't know why, but I thought she'd need it sometime, or ask for it.. I was shocked at what he'd done.. But she'd fumbled my mind..
I held her, and stared at her.. Looking into her mind.
There were flashing lights everywhere, my angel was in the middle of it with two boys. A redhead who looked much like her friend who Niklaus held and a black haired boy.. She was fighting someone with her sticks, saying things in another language.. They fired some green light from their stick, and her friend leaped in front of her, roughly pushing her away.. The redhead fell to the ground, his blue eyes lifeless…
I was thrown out of her mind with some kind of shield. I stared at her, she was still sleeping soundly.. She must have a mental shield or something of the sort.. Nik and I were almost home now, he just focus on not injuring his angel.. His perfect, beautiful angel….
Hermione's Bedroom (Time Skip)
Hermione woke up, she was in an unfamiliar room.. Her head throbbed as she looked around. Flashbacks of Malfoy Manor filled her head, she started to hyperventilate, leaping out of her bed.. She looked around in panic, the room was absolutely beautiful, with an image of the french quarter of New Orleans was placed on the wall, Rousseau's, the Voodoo Shop… in an intricate lettering on the bottom corner, there was 'Niklaus M.' written in a black pen. The walls were painted in a light pink/grey colour. The bedsheets were light grey with a fluffy, white blanket folded on the bottom of the bed. There was a dark wood bedside table, with intricate golden handles, and in the corner was a reading space, with a large bookshelf, a neutral, circular rug and a white armchair with a small, pink cushion placed in it's corner. The books were all classics, The Merchant of Venice, Romeo and Juliet, Oliver Twist, MacBeth, A Winter's Tale, e-even Hogwarts:A History.. it was the perfect library.
Her bed was perfect too. It was a queen size, with light grey drapes and golden accents. It slightly reminded her of the Head Girl's bed on her 8th year at Hogwarts. The room was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen. It was even modern, with a mahogany desk by the window, with a closed laptop and three notebooks piled up on the corner. She noticed a walk-in closet and her own bathroom.. For some unknown reason, she felt safe in this place.
It was then she decided to inspect some more. There was nothing in the bedside cabinet, nothing of interest in the bathroom other than nice, expensive, soaps and body washes. She looked in the bathroom mirror, and noticed she looked healthy again.. With no scars or bruises, no deep, purple bags beneath her eyes. Her skin had gained colour, and her body had filled out.. She'd changed clothes, from a black tank top and whiote short shorts at her sleepover with G-Ginny..
OH DEAR GOD.. Memoried filled in.. the vampires.. The blood.. Of course, she could just recreate them.. They were, after all, just gollums she'd created to feel secure, and ensure no nervous breakdowns would happen..
But what happened after she'd said they were vampires… The sandy one knocked them out.. The other… Her train of thought stopped as her face went a faint red. The other one was beautiful.. With an immaculate suit, a muscular figure, the most mesmerising eyes…
She heard a door open, one she hadn't noticed before, and she left the bathroom, blushing furiously as she realised it was h-him… the beautiful man from last night.. Oh dear god..
"Miss Granger," he smiled at her, as she blushed some more. "I see you're finally awake."
"W-well no shit Sherlock.." she muttered, biting the inside of her lip. He laughed.. God that laugh.. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
"I apologize, I've explained nothing, have I?" The man said. "Well, as I'm sure you remember, my brother and I are vampires.. Originals, in fact."
Her eyes widened, that's where she'd heard the name Mikaelson from! She opened her mouth, then closed it. Intrigued to find out whatever the crap he had to say. "My brother knocked you out, and you've been asleep for a substantial amount of time."
"H-How long?" she asked quietly, honestly scared.
"Two weeks." He said, he hated seeing his angel vulnerable. "Sit down. I'll tell you what happened."
That's it! So right now Hermione's 20, technically 21 after being 18 in the war and 19 for her 8th Hogwarts year. Elijah was turned at 23.
Cya next time!