Eternally in Darkness | By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Hermione sat in Severus' library, flipping through page after page. She had looked through hundreds of books, but didn't find exactly what it was she wanted. There were a few passages that she had marked and set aside, but she still felt like something was missing. She did find some different information that was relevant to her. She was just waiting for Severus to return so she could discuss it.
Hermione frowned. She knew Severus was pissed at her. And he had ever right to be. She was making things difficult for him. And she felt terribly for burdening him. But he really was the right man to help her. He was smart, probably as smart as her. She knew her O.W.L. scores had rivaled his, and if she were to take her N.E.W.T.S., she would have done just as well as him, maybe even beaten his scores. But alas, she would never know. But still, him being away this long made her anxious. She worried about him, but she was also worried about herself. Whatever had happened to her was way worse than anyone could have realized, especially if Severus was talking to Dumbledore this long. She needed to find something to make the time go by faster. Her nerves were amplified right now, and all this waiting wasn't helping her with the new senses.
Sighing, she re-opened one of the books she found and read the passage out loud. It had given her some sort of insight onto what kind of vampire she was. Blood satiated her, but she felt like there was something more, something she was missing out on. However, what she had found hadn't made her feel any better about herself, or the type of situation she was in.
"Psychic vampires are far more common, and less easily recognizable- often not until too late. These soulless creatures are always needy, and fasten onto you like a leech, sucking your soul and draining your vitality with their never-ending demands. They appear as hopeless neurotics or junkies, with no real lives, and all they really care about is vainly trying to satisfy their own unquenchable needs."
Hermione frowned. This made her hate herself even more. She was a soul sucker, a life taker. She didn't want to feed off anybody's soul. But still, it was tempting. To go and find someone, and try to figure out what it was her body really craved. She shook her head, trying to snap herself out of it. She resumed reading, again out loud, as it calmed her senses.
"Most appear to be fairly normal people, physically; however, their psychic nature will become apparent in the way they treat you and others around them. They will attempt to manipulate you to meet their needs-often in ways that are harmful to you either physically or emotionally. The psychic vampire is often known by other names: sexual predator, manipulative girl/boyfriend, co-dependent enabler. These are destructive people whom those who care about you have probably warned you to stay away from."
Sexual predator. That's what she was to become. She threw the book across the room, letting out a shout of frustration. She didn't want this, any of this! She needed to leave, to leave and never come back. Yes, that is what she would do. But she would wait, and say goodbye to Severus. She needed to thank him. Part of her wanted to take him with her, but she knew that was impossible. She enjoyed his company, but he definitely didn't enjoy hers. No, she would tell him goodbye, then leave Britain.
Severus stormed through the castle, making his way towards the gates so he could apparate home. Albus had been less than helpful, but that wasn't anything knew. Hermione had been sired. And that was going to cause problems until they could figure out how to sever the bond. He had been playing with different ideas to find out more about her bond, but he needed to talk to her before they went any farther.
He knew she was hurting, but Severus had no idea how he should help the girl. He wasn't exactly a people person, and she was a girl, young enough to be his daughter, and she thought she knew it all. It was annoying, yet Severus did find that the girl was sometimes tolerable. Not very often though.
It was sad that this had to happen to her though. She didn't deserve it. None of them did. Everyone had thought the war would end once Voldemort was killed, but Severus knew better. Albus didn't realize it yet, but he will. The Death Eaters were still at large, and it was highly likely that someone else would take over control soon, unless they were properly extinguished, which he doubted anyone was doing.
He apparated into his home to hear Hermione let out a frustrated sigh. He heard something thump, and his heart began to race, thinking the worse. He appeared to see her throwing a few of his books across the room, while muttering under her breath. She looked beautiful when she was angry, he thought to himself. Wait a minute, did I really just think that? Shaking his head, he focused his thoughts.
"Hermione, what on earth are you doing? Have my books done something to offend you? If so, I don't care. Just stop damaging what is mine." He snarled at her. The sight was amusing at first, but once he realized she was throwing first editions and rare copies, his temper flared.
Hermione stopped, and whipped around to face him, her fangs bared. She was furious and it scared Severus slightly, but he refused to let that show. He stared at her, challenging her to say something, anything.
"My apologies." She answered stiffly, turning away so her back was facing him.
Her behavior was confusing, and he became intrigued. "Did something happen while I was away?" He asked, unsure of whether or not this would provoke her anger.
"Yes." She answered stiffly. After a moment or two of silence, she turned back towards him, looking him in the eye. He noticed her eyes were a blazing red, deeper and more violent than they had been before. This put him on alert.
"Your eyes, they, their.." He couldn't figure out what to say. The more he looked at her, the more he realized something was wrong. There was a silver liquid leaking from both of eyes.
"Are you hurt?" He found himself asking before he could stop himself.
"Yes," she whispered, his voice hoarse.
Severus waited for her to explain, but she remained silent. "Hermione?" he prodded.
"I'm dying."
Severus was confused, that wasn't possible. She was already dead, wasn't she? She had transformed flawlessly, so what was the problem.
"I'm different. The mark on my forehead, it's a sign of that. I'm not normal. And I'm not doing it right, I. I don't know, this doesn't make sense. I have to leave. I'm sorry Severus." She talked fastly, not wanting him to interrupt. She ran past him with her inhumane speed, but paused right before the door. "Sorry Sev." She whispered, so quietly, that he almost didn't hear.
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