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The New Clan Of Nimlad	By : Magali Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author Note: This is a quite soft story, so people looking for hard stuff or porn situation, go somewhere else. Sex situations will ony start from chapter 11, and it is not very hot compared to other stories, but it is more the story and the plot that's interesting here..

CHAPTER
1. The vision
The party was going well. The entire
garden was lit with small lanterns that hung from overhead or
glittered from the tables, candles that sparkled with orange and
yellow flames. The swimming pool reflected the lights brilliantly.
The
grass was neatly cut and the garden manicured to perfection. Several
tables were filled with different kinds of food: foreign dishes,
spiced drinks, cocktails, sodas... The smell of incense delighted the
senses.
The
music was loud and joyful; people were dancing in the extra-large
living room in the house, or by the pool outside, where it was
quieter.
The costumes especially were a success. People had
immediately agreed to the idea of a formal or �dressed-up� party,
and the variety of the costumes was wide, even if the basic topic,
the ambiance, of the evening was Fantasy. People arrived dressed as
Superman or Spiderman and all the superheroes. There were witches and
mummies, and then in more gothic costumes; dresses with corsets for
the women, and dashing black suits for the men: the vampires... My
favourites...
The evening had started by an
end-of-year-speech, -I of course mean the end of school terms-, made
by my father. Dinner was served and we talked while we ate. After the
last dessert plates had been cleared away; the President and his wife
opened the ball. They were followed closely by the 'queen' of the
year and all the other boring people of high-society. I loved
dancing, mind you, but the company was really plain. Always the same,
straight, dull people- the rich and powerful, of high London
society. The one in which I had been born. The dressing-up part was
always fun, and sometimes I even had a good friend over so we could
enjoy ourselves. But not tonight. After receiving the guests, helping
everybody to settle, and agreeing to dance with some young boys, (all
dull, boring, rich and proud) and some outwardly admiring old men, I
found myself exhausted of their company. The more I grew up, the more
I found my life boring. Something was amiss, and even I had no clue
what it was. Something was just not right.
I was relaxing by
the pool on my own, drinking one of these delicious apple cocktails,
while trying to break the restraints of my tight corset. True, the
dress was beautiful-black velvet and some dark green, blackish lace-
but I could barely breathe. With make-up, I could almost pass for a
vampire. Or someone like that. Someone dark. And at the moment, God
only knew how my soul was dark. My life was a succession of dark
thoughts... There I was, thinking about my life, quite drunk I must
say, when a young man approached me. He too, was costumed as a
vampire. And it was remarkable, because while the others had donned
vampire costumes and failed miserably to capture the dark elegance
-it suited him perfectly. He was wearing tight black trousers, a
white shirt with three buttons opened that showed a pale, lean chest,
and a long black cloak. His hair was black, his face pale. He stopped
about two meters away from me, and after taking a sidelong look at
me, made himself a drink. He then lifted his glass, and said:
"To
your good health, then, Milady." He bowed his head slightly, and
gently clinked his glass with mine.
I
could help but wonder who he was; it was impossible to feign
disinterest. I had met so many boring people at parties like these
that lately I hadn�t even bothered to distinguish one from another.
I
smiled a bit and sipped from my own, quickly vanishing drink.
"The
young people of the party have asked if they could put some more
contemporary music in the garden so they could dance, while the
adults waltz inside. They are going to shut the doors and put the
music on very soon. I'm sorry to say that your silence is going to be
disturbed."
I didn't know what to reply. The alcohol had
deadened my tongue and had probably dulled my wits as well. So I
stayed quiet and gazed at him. He was rather good-looking.
He
tilted his head slightly on the side, and stared right back at me. I
wondered what he was thinking about when he looked at me like that.
But I was too drunk to care or to feel unnerved by it. He snapped out
of it and stared at the water in the pool instead. It was shining; it
made me think of the material of a dress, catching several shades of
colour, reflecting lights and shadows...
We were silently
staring at the swimming pool when a crowd of young people arrived,
talking loudly and laughing. The doors slammed behind them, and only
their voices and screams could be heard. Suddenly, some rock music
blasted from the garden speakers, or maybe it was light metal- I felt
myself becoming conscious again. I loved these kinds of songs but I
didn't have many occasions to dance to them. The rhythm was fast and
seemed to call to me, telling me to go and join the mad mob of people
who were jumping up and down and dancing to the loud, pounding music
in the garden; near the table that I currently monopolized. Well, me
and my new, silent companion.
I stood up, and finished my
drink in one go. It was strong and helped me to make a decision. I
put my glass down, glanced down at the man- who had not moved, not
even once- and went to join the 'queen' and all my so-called friends.
They cheered when I approached and made room for me near the centre
of the, for lack of a better word, mosh pit. My four or five martinis
finally took effect and I started dancing wildly to the beat. I
danced like the devil himself was inside of me; shaking my hips and
shoulders in a rhythmic, almost suggestive way. The crowd went wild
and they cheered again and everybody started dancing like mad.
I
felt very light-headed, the whole scene was passing like in a dream,
with gaps and blurred parts. Time was passing, the sky was changing,
and I was down there somewhere... I can't remember if I danced all
night, or if I stopped...
After
a time though, I could see clearly again and I was next to a
eucalyptus, in a part of the garden away from the noise and the
improvised dance-floor. I still could see them, and feel the heat of
my body; the small drops of sweat shining on my skin. I felt so
hot... I wasn't alone. I was in a tight embrace with the young man...
the handsome vampire who had talked to me. I said nothing while he
danced with me, a kind of sexy, close dance like zouk... I could feel
his body, his heat, his heart pounding with the music...
I
don't know why, but at the time I felt attracted to him. He was
mysterious, and his way of talking to me, his behaviour, was just...
different. I liked that. I was drunk and had a sensory deprivation. .
I don't know why I want to justify myself, but what happened did
happen. I danced with him for what seemed like hours and he was so
hot... He just kept me in a trance from which I couldn't escape.
His
hands on the small of my back was really unnerving. We flirted for
some time, dancing together� and suddenly it got so hot, his body
was so warm and close, I just HAD to touch him. So I did. And he put
his hands on me. First on my waist, then on my back, on my neck,
before taking me entirely in his arms. He came closer and I saw his
head moving towards my face, so I lifted my head and he kissed me on
the hollow of my neck.
I could feel his warm lips on me and my
whole body shivered from the touch. He kissed me again and then
looked at me in the eye. God, he was so good looking. I stared back
in his black shining eyes and saw something... weird. Different. He
lowered his head again and I felt his lips on my neck again.
Then
I felt them opening slowly and something colder on my skin. It
pressed gently first, and while putting his arms around me to keep me
still, he sank his elongated teeth in my neck. I took a sharp breath
because it hurt; a piercing pain that ripped throughout my
bones...
But after a few seconds, I suddenly sensed a different
feeling altogether, a wonderful feeling propagating in my whole body;
a mixture of comfort, longing and lust. It felt so� erotic. I could
feel his mouth sucking my blood, it was so nice I didn't even care,
because it was the first time I had ever felt something so good. I
moaned softly and put my arms around his neck. I believe he sensed my
longing and ardent desire for he wrapped one hand around my waist
tightly and the other on the back of my neck.
His touch
was soft and careful: I could tell he didn't want to hurt me. He
slowly extracted his fangs from my skin and licked his lips. He
lifted his head and made eye-contact. His mouth broke into a grin as
he saw the effect he had created on me. I was panting hard and was
looking at him like I could eat him at once.
Even
if I was really angry for what he had done, I didn't understand what
had happened at all. I felt as if he had betrayed my confidence;
betrayed me. I didn't even know him. So I decided
to come out of my mute-state and ask.
"What the hell was
that?!"
He frowned a bit, but seemed mostly
surprised.
I lifted my fingers to my neck and felt two tiny
pinpricks, and a bit of blood. My neck ached as if it had been
bruised by something. I still felt as I did when he had bitten me,
but my head was spinning a bit and I felt so... fragile.
He
was staring at me.
His lips were shining. God, he was so good
looking...
"Sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you. I couldn't
resist. You are just so..."
He didn't finish, he just
stared at me again, as if it was the first time he had ever seen a
woman. He slowly lifted his hand to my neck and delicately touched
the bruise- like a caress. I stayed still, holding my breath in;
shivering with fear or delight- I didn�t know which. I felt my skin
heat up, and when I raised my hand to touch the marks, I saw that the
tiny holes had vanished and that my neck was perfectly whole again. I
just didn't understand how. All this was extremely disturbing. But
with my clouded mind, I didn't really realize...
"What�
what did you do to me?"
"I... err� I... fed on
you. I don't know why though. Well, I knew why but
not why you� " He said, frowning. "I
just had this... strange feeling when I saw you. And your blood has a
wonderful taste; I've never tasted anything like that before."
"You
... You did what?! Do you mean...� I paused. All this didn't make
any sense. "Did you drink
my blood ?"
"I'm a vampire." He said slowly,
but surely.
"You're kidding." I laughed a little
before realizing he was, in fact, dead serious. "Oh my God...You
are costumed as a vampire." I answered, my logic slowly kicking
in.
"I assure you-I am a real vampire. But you should
know that," He then stared at me bizzarely. "Normally,
Muggles die when they are bitten by vampires... But you can't be a
Muggle, you've had the Feeling..." He frowned again. "And
you are still very alive..." He finished, and looked me up and
down.
I
just stared at him, wondering what the hell he was going on about.
And then I told him:
"I certainly did have a powerful
"feeling". But vampires don't really exist. Vampires are
just a myth ; a legend, you know, not real."
He just
looked perplexed and saddened and my refusal of his beliefs. Lifting
his eyes to mine again, he asked:
"Do you have any,
say... magical person in your family? Any magical powers?"
Now
he was making fun of me. Magical powers...
ridiculous! So I shrugged and said no.
He took me by the arm
and, still staring at me strangely, lowered me to the ground, where
we leaned against the tree. His arm was still around me, and we were
so close... I couldn�t think, I didn�t understand who he was, or
why this was happening- for another matter what
was happening.
I felt myself getting weaker, and my sight
blurred. I felt his hand softly caressing my face, he pushed a lock
of hair out of my eyes- the music was so far away... It rang
in my ears... But like a slow melody it rang on and on... his
voice... wondering...
"Who
are you ?"

"I'm
Lena. Lena Dumbledore." I answered, my voice sleepy. Everything
was going dark... So tired... Exhausted...
The last thing I heard
was something akin to the whispering of wind.. a soft murmuring, a
tinkling of crystal..."This
is impossible..."
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