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The Search Is Over, A Kreacher/Regulus Black fic	By : blaisegellert Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1156 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Regulus once again regained full consciousness, over two weeks had passed. The first thing he noticed was the shadow of Dora bending over him, then the taste of blood on his lips. Had he been drinking and not even been aware?
"What...What happened," he managed. Trying to sit up and failing, he flopped back onto the soft surface on which he lay. An investigative glance told him it was a couch.
"That's a very good question," Pandora said tartly. "It's a good thing I didn't trust you not to do anything stupid or reckless. After I fed I followed you. You're welcome!"
Regulus struggled to think...to remember through the fog still filling his brain. "How did you find me? And thank you."
"That's another thing about vampires," Pandora said, sinking down onto the floor beside the couch and resting a slender hand on the arm, just above Regulus's head. "Vampires can sense those they make, and children can likewise sense their makers. Once you learn to read minds, you can also sense the presence of other vampires, but that's more of an energy recognition, where as you and I can find one another through our blood connection. It works rather like a locating or homing device," she explained. I arrived in time to see you fighting those abominations in the lake. What were you thinking, Regulus!?"
Regulus sighed, shuddering at the memory. "Originally I intended to use my new vampiric strength to destroy them so that Voldemort would have one less weapon. The potion made me thirsty, though, so I ended up falling prey to them instead when I was dragged into the lake. I didn't think the potion would effect me the same way now that I am a vampire, so I thought I could handle it better than Kreacher. I didn't want him to suffer that again as it was my fault he suffered it the first time. To add to that, it made him very ill, and I didn't want his body to have to go through that again. If he died because of me, I could never live with that."
Suddenly it occurred to Regulus that Kreacher would be worried sick. Shooting up into a sitting position his gaze darted around frantically. "He is waiting for me! What time is it?"
"Around nine in the evening, two weeks and three days after I dragged you from that disgusting black lake," Dora replied. "I had to force feed you because you would not wake up. Had I known you had plans to deal with that lake, I would've told you that ingesting a ton of water makes our kind very ill...for weeks at a time if it is enough water as you can see."
Two weeks! Kreacher was surely beside himself or worse! Gods, he probably believed Regulus dead! "Kreacher," he called.
"Um...He isn't here," Pandora said, eyeing him as though he'd quite lost his mind. "We're in my house in Rome. Without you being able to communicate to me, I had no way of knowing how safe we were or weren't. I wanted to get us out of England and as such hopefully far enough away from your Dark Lord to be out of danger."
"That shouldn't matter," Regulus said. "Kreacher can hear me anywhere...or at least sense my call. I'm not precisely sure how it works, but it's the house elf family connection bond," he explained. "I can call him from anywhere and he is pulled to me."
Dora glanced around skeptically. "Oh? Where is he then?"
Oh Gods, was Kreacher safe? Heart pounding Regulus spoke his name three more times to no avail. "I need to send a letter," he said, standing or at least trying to, but his body was all jelly and rubber and wouldn't listen to him.
It was as if he had no bones to support his weight, and with a sound of frustration fell back onto the sofa. "I'll bring you something to write with," Dora said with a sigh as she rose to her feet. "Now that you're conscious, you can feed more completely, and you will recover far faster. I was only able to get so much blood into you when you were entirely unresponsive." Regulus nodded, more concerned about writing Kreacher at once even than in feeding to regain his strength. He knew eventually it would probably sink in how foreign feeding was to eating like a civilized human being, but right now, his mind just didn't have time for it.
Dora presented him with an odd piece of lined paper and a thin straight pen of a sort he'd never seen before. "I need ink unless the pen is enchanted," he said, glancing around for an ink well.
"You really don't know anything about the big wide world outside of your little wizarding community, do you," she asked, shaking her head in bafflement.
Regulus sighed. "So it already has ink," he asked, and before she could answer he just tried to write and it worked.
Kreacher,
I am well and safe. Something unforeseen befell me which I will tell you about as soon as we are reunited. I need to see you at once.
Mother, if this reaches you instead, please give to Kreacher or update me as to how he is. I have enchanted this letter to return to me as soon as you place it face down, so write your response on the bottom of this side if it is safe for me to return, just long enough to collect Kreacher.
Kreacher, if you are reading this, get your things together after you reply to me if there is anything you need to take with you. I love you more than anything and I won't be well until you are with me again.
Sincerely,
Your Regulus
Next he enchanted the note to return to him when it was turned face down. He then used a spell his father had taught him a few years back called a pigeon homing charm that would send any letter home without an owl. The letter vanished from his hand, and he waited with bated breath for a response. He waited in silence for over an hour.
"I wonder what is taking so long," he said, his agitation rising to a near fever pitch.
"Why don't you just go home and find out," Dora asked and he shook his head.
"It may not be safe. I won't endanger the family I have left by returning and thus drawing Voldemort's wrath to all of us instead of just to me."
"Alright, well perhaps he just hasn't seen the letter yet," Dora said and Regulus nodded doubtfully.
"Well you need to feed, so I'm going to bring you someone."
"How do I...I mean...what do I do?" Regulus fumbled the question both mentally and verbally as it was a thing he hadn't yet had time to consider.
Pandora smirked. "A lot of it just comes naturally, but the basics are you bite them somewhere, drink their blood and when you feel their heart stop, you stop as well else it tastes quite nasty and could make you sick again. Considering the fact you aren't recovered yet, definitely stop when you feel their heart stop else you may be laid up even longer. Bad blood in the system is no fun."
"Bad blood," he asked.
"Dead blood is bad blood," she clarified before heading for the door.
"Stay right there. I'll be back. Don't make me come looking for you again," she warned with a frown.
"It isn't as if I could even if I wished to," Regulus retorted. "I can't even bloody stand."
"And whose fault is that," Dora asked, but was gone before he could reply that of course it was his.
In the silence of the room, while he waited for Kreacher to respond to his letter and Pandora to return with...his meal, Regulus was able to think about the fact that he would have to kill someone! Could a vampire not just take enough blood for proper sustenance without taking a life to do it? Surely so or more of them would be hunted down, he reasoned. He planned to talk to Pandora about that when she returned, but it didn't exactly happen that way.
When she walked through the door, leading a homeless man who wore a glazed expression, Regulus's hunger rose. The man, under his odor of unwashed homeless Muggle, smelled like the most delicious food. Unthinking, Regulus reached for his wrist when Dora drew him close enough to reach. He eagerly bit into the man's flesh, fangs easily piercing the tender skin. It as so good, and so necessary that Regulus was quite unable to stop. The warm, salty, delicious blood was giving him something that he very much needed to a nearly mindless degree!
When Dora yanked the body away with a sound of exasperation, Regulus replied with a sound of protest. "I need more!"
"Fine, then go out with me and learn to hunt," Dora snapped. "For a very smart boy, I don't see why you aren't able to follow simple instructions! I told you to stop when his heart did!"
"I didn't notice his heart stopping. How can you tell?" But even as he asked, Regulus recalled hearing and feeling the beat of Kreacher's heart during their last kiss in his bedroom before going to the cave. Kreacher had felt and smelled so delicious.
"It's called look for the heart beat and pay attention to it instead of just guzzling mindlessly," Pandora griped. She sighed then, her face softening a bit as she relented. "I am sorry, Regulus. You are a new vampire and as I told you, I've never done this before for anyone. I am new to this as well. Even if I know what one is supposed to do I have not done it, so the knowledge is not practical. It isn't entirely your fault. Hunger will get the best of you when you are so new to this. That's why I kept watch for you and took him away when you didn't stop drinking," she said, briefly patting his shoulder.
Regulus's gaze fell to the homeless Muggle, now crumpled on the floor, lifeless and no longer appealing to any of his senses. "I just killed a man," he said and shivered. To his own ears, his tone sounded flat and a bit distant. He knew he should care...wanted to care, but right now he was still in need of sustenance and just wanted to do it again.
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