Twice Bitten ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 15 ~ Adam Speaks a Bit Too Much


After explaining how they used the Room of Requirement to reach his and Victor’s lair, and finding out that Adam had gone to Hogwarts and was in Slytherin, Hermione pressed him for more information about Vashti. Specifically about her powers.

”My, you’re a pushy bit of meat, aren’t you?” Adam said to Hermione, then looked at Snape, “I bet you’ve found a yummy little way to shut her up, Professor.”

Snape just looked at Adam steadily, not responding as both Harry and Ron frowned at Adam.

”What’s that supposed to mean?” Ron demanded. “A yummy way to shut her up?”

”Yeah?” Harry added, looking at Snape suspiciously.

Hermione hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt. Victor arched an eyebrow at her flush, then gave a knowing smirk.

”Oh come now, sweeties. She’s been Marked. There’s only one condition under which a Primary marks a human female and doesn’t turn her,” Adam said as Snape dropped his head into his hand. The vampire was going to let the droxies out of the cage.

”What condition?” Ron demanded, glaring at Snape.

”Um. Is there a bathroom here?” Hermione interjected, standing up. She didn’t want to be here when Adam explained this to Harry and Ron.

Adam looked down his nose at her for a moment, then pulled out his wand and flicked it at a wall hanging. It disappeared, revealing a corridor.

”Go straight down and make a right at the warded door,” he said to her. “The girls will show you where it is.”

”Perhaps I should escort her, my Queen,” Victor suggested.

Snape narrowed his eyes at the blonde vampire as he stood up.

”Oh no, Victor. You keep your bum right in that chair,” Adam snapped at him.

Victor sat back down, his eyes still on Hermione.

”What conditions?” Ron demanded again, wanting to know before Hermione left.

”Right down this hall? Okay. I’ll be back in a little while,” Hermione said, hurrying away. Everyone watched her disappear down the hall.

Adam looked at Ron and gave a naughty little smile.

”Sex is involved. You know what that is don’t you?” the chubby vampire said, waiting for the fireworks.

”WHAT?” Ron screamed, leaping out of his chair so it fell over and glaring at Snape. “You fucked Hermione? You bastard!”

Ron tried to charge the Potions Master, who carelessly thrust his palm at the wizard, sending him flying across the room and into the wall.

”My hangings!” Adam shrieked as the pink and lavender fabric ripped and wrapped around Ron, impeding his efforts to get up and back at Snape.

“You stop it! Stop it now!” Adam yelled at Ron, who ceased struggling. “Victor, get him out of my silks.”

Victor walked over and helped Ron remove the fabric cocooned around him.

Harry was furious, but knew better than to try and attack the Professor.

”You just had to use your powers on her, didn’t you, Professor?” he said to him hatefully. “You made Hermione have sex with you. That was just a dirty thing to do. You’re a bastard all right. Worse than a bastard. If we get out of this, count on dueling me.”

”It will be my pleasure, Mr. Potter,” Snape purred at him.

Ron stalked back over.

”Sit down and be quiet, Mr. Weasley,” Snape commanded him.

Ron sat down, his eyes hard as he looked at the Potions master. Victor returned to his seat as well.

Adam got up and repaired his wall hanging, covering up the stone wall behind it. He minced back over to the table and sat down delicately.

”You’ve got it wrong, babies,” the vampire said, “The Professor didn’t compel your little witch friend. If he had, she would have been bitten. So you see honeys, it was the other way around. The only way a Primary will mark a human female is if she invites him to give her the high hard one.”

Both Ron’s and Harry’s mouths dropped open in disbelief.

“Hermione asked you to . . . to . . .” Harry said to Snape in disbelief.

”I can be very ‘accommodating’ when the need arises,” the wizard replied, a nasty little smirk on his lips.

”Really?” Adam said, batting his eyes at the Professor.

”To females,” Snape added with a scowl.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Adam said with a bit of a purr. “Right Victor?”

Victor nodded, his eyes looking a bit hot as they met Adam’s. Both Ron and Harry shuddered before focusing on Snape again.

”You could have said no,” Ron said to the wizard, “You didn’t have to do as she asked.”

”Mr. Weasley, it was in my best interest to indulge Miss Granger. She was doing research for me after all. I had to keep her . . . happy,” Snape said silkily. “Now enough about this. What occurs between myself and Miss Granger is no one else’s business. Adam, tell us more about Vashti’s powers.”

“Actually, this conversation is much more interesting. Tell me, Professor . . . is she a screamer? She has to be with that wand,” Adam said, his eyes flicking downward. “I’ve never seen one that big in the flesh, and I’ve seen a few, believe me.”

Victor, Ron and Harry stared at Snape, Harry shaking his head, trying not to imagine the pale, ugly wizard putting it to Hermione. Ron looked furious. Victor looked a bit jealous. He couldn’t see through objects so couldn’t take a look at Snape’s goods himself, but hearing his Queen admiring another vampire’s cock got to him. Wait until next time he got Adam under him. Just wait. He’d knock Snape out of the chubby vampire’s head for good when he drove him into the headboard a few times.

”Actually, this conversation is over, Adam. We are here to destroy Vashti, not discuss how many octaves over ‘high C’ Miss Granger can hit,” Snape snapped.

”Gods, straight men are so tight-assed,” Adam sighed, then snickered a little at the pun.

”Vashti?” Snape said pointedly.

Adam was starting to get on his last nerve. Snape would be a lot less accepting of the vampire if not for the fact that he needed him.

“All right. Vashti. The tramp. Okay, she can do two things we can’t. She can turn into mist and fly. We’re just as fast as she is, however,” Adam said.

”Mist? How are we supposed to catch a vampire that can turn into mist?” Harry asked Snape, who looked thoughtful.

”What kind of mist?” he asked Adam.

”Like fog,” he said.

”Can the mist be affected by wind?” the wizard asked.

”I think so,” Adam said, “If she was hit with wind she’d have to coalesce quickly to avoid being too scattered.”

”Maybe she can be sucked into something, maybe a bottle . . . like a genie,” Ron suggested.

Hm. That was a thought. Mr. Weasley was proving to be a good addition to the group, though Snape wouldn’t have told him that in a billion years.

”If she is dismembered, the pieces will turn into mist and she can reform,” Adam added, looking at Snape’s sword.

“Shit,” the Potions master muttered.

”And she can control your Secondaries if they aren’t too attached to you,” Adam said, looking at Harry and Ron. Harry was sober-faced, but Ron had a distinct expression of dislike as he looked at Snape.

Snape was sure that Harry would resist Vashti, he was the type to stick by him. But Ron . . . Ron might be a problem. Still, there was Victor so they had two Secondaries to work with. He’d have to find a way to deal with Ron before they actually took on the Mother. Restrain him somehow.

“On the flip side,” Adam said encouragingly, “Vashti can be affected by things we aren’t. We can walk on Holy Ground. She can’t. Holy Water burns the shit out of her as well, since she was created from pure evil. We were turned so don’t have that problem. A crucifix will burn her too.”

Snape had no doubt Hermione had those objects on her person. That satchel had to contain something relevant.

Where was the witch anyway?

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Hermione walked down the corridor. It was brightly lit and draped in silks. Adam certainly liked his home pretty. Presently she came to a door in an uncovered part of the hallway. A circle of water was spinning on the stone around it. A water ward that couldn’t be crossed by vampires. Well, Adam could remove it when he wanted to. But Victor couldn’t. Hermione knocked on the door.

”Who is it?” a female voice called out.

”Um . . . hi. I’m a guest of Adam’s. I need to use the bathroom,” Hermione said through the door. It opened immediately. A young Arab woman in a wispy, blue silk dress with beautiful dark eyes and perfectly coiffed hair looked at Hermione in amazement.

”You are a guest of Adam’s?” she asked Hermione who nodded.

”Come in,” the young woman said, stepping aside.

Hermione walked into the lavish room. It too was covered in silks and had four four-poster beds with canopies of silk as well. On a table were a variety of dried fruits and nuts. Three other well-dressed young women were in the room as well, lounging on their beds. They all stood up and looked at Hermione curiously.

The girl who let her in, walked around her curiously, eyeing her robes.

”I am Aden. They are Fadila, Habiba, and Jazlyn, “ Aden said, gesturing to the other young women. “We are Adam’s guests too. What is your name? Will you be staying with us?”

Hermione noticed a small bandage on Aden’s wrist. She must have provided the current cache of fresh blood.

”My name is Hermione and no, I’m just visiting,” Hermione replied.

When Hermione said this, the young women all gathered together and whispered among themselves. Aden turned to her, her dark eyes wide.

”You are out there . . . with Victor?” she asked Hermione.

”Yes,” Hermione said.

”Victor is very, very bad,” she said in a hushed voice. “He comes to the door all times of day and night, trying to lure us out with pretty words and gifts. He wants us. But Adam says not to go with him.”

“Listen to Adam,” Hermione advised her, thinking about how Victor advanced on her when they first arrived. “Now, where is the bathroom?”

The girls all pointed to a door.

”In there,” they said and watched as Hermione entered, closing it behind her.

“She isn’t very pretty. And her hair!” Jazlyn said as the other women laughed.

”She looks as if she were very frightened. And those clothes. You can see next to nothing of her shape. She doesn’t even look like a woman. Maybe she is safe from Victor because she is so unappealing,” Habiba said.

“And so pale. If she didn’t have to use the bathroom, I would think she was like Adam and Victor,” Fadila whispered.

They all tittered.

Hermione exited the bathroom and looked at the women, who had fallen silent. It was the kind of silence Hermione recognized. They had been talking about her, probably unfavorably. They looked like airheads anyway.

”Thank you,” Hermione said shortly, heading for the door.

”You are welcome, Hermione,” Aden said as the witch exited.

Hermione heard them burst into laughter when the door closed.

Bitches.

Hermione headed back up the corridor, her belly in knots. Harry and Ron had to know what she and Snape had done now, thanks to Adam and his flapping fangs.

She entered and walked toward the table. Everyone fell silent.

”Did you find the bathroom all right?” Adam asked her.

”Yes I did. I also met your little stable of blood donors,” Hermione said as she sat down. She didn’t look at either Ron or Harry but could feel their eyes on her.

”Ah yes. Aden, Fadila, Habiba, and Jazlyn. Vain little chits, aren’t they, though I suppose it’s my fault. I spoil them so,” Adam said with a smile.

“Very vain,” Hermione agreed. She couldn’t stand women like that. They had no substance.

Snape was looking at her with a slightly amused expression on his face.

Still not looking at Harry and Ron she asked, “So fill me in on what you’ve talked about, other than me, since I’ve been gone.”

Adam tiredly repeated the information and Hermione became excited when she heard what affected Vashti.

“I have Holy Water, a crucifix and dirt from Hallowed ground,” she said, glad she had something useful with her.

She became thoughtful when she learned Vashti could fly and turn into mist. The Professor could fly too though, but the mist . . . that could be a problem.

”Now we need to figure out a plan of attack,” Snape said, “How to get into her presence.”

Adam said, “That’s just too easy. All we have to say is you came to pay her homage. You didn’t turn immediately . . . that’s lucky because you probably would be dead like her other Primaries. More than likely she had wanted to continue a sordid little relationship with you. If you swell up her already swollen ego and make her think you want her, I’m sure you can get close enough to bite her. She’s an exhibitionist, so no doubt she won’t have any qualms about anyone watching. She’s just that stuck on herself. But she won’t be able to turn into mist once your fangs are in her. Then we can help you drain that bitch.”

“But, but isn’t vampire blood rancid to other vampires?” Hermione asked, not liking it one bit that the Professor would have to basically seduce Vashti.

”Not a Mother’s blood. It’s like Mother’s milk to vampires, or so I’ve heard. Blood’s the only secretion I’d ever want to taste from her, you can bet your boobies on that,” Adam said, his face twisting in distaste.

“Okay. We have to come up with ways to combat her powers,” Hermione said, taking over.

Adam narrowed his eyes at her.

”You really are a pushy bit, aren’t you?” he asked, looking at her hair critically, “I’ll tell you one thing, Miss Marked, you’re not leaving my lair looking like that. Someone might see you and think I’m responsible. I’d be ruined.”

Hermione self-consciously fluffed her hair. If Adam wanted to do something to make it more manageable, she was all for it. But now, they had plans to make.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.