Twice Bitten ~ COMPLETED

Chapter 18 ~ A Few Hours Later

About six hours later, Adam and Victor reappeared. Adam was now dressed in ordinary black robes and trainers, while Victor was immaculate in a single-breasted tailored black suit, tie and highly polished black shoes. Apparently, Adam liked him to look good at all times. The chubby vampire entered the chambers and looked at his guests.

Snape was seated at the table, his eyes closed, apparently relaxing. Harry and Ron were on the other side of the room, Ron looking rather haunted as Harry talked to him quietly.

Adam looked at the Professor, and made a rather noisy and noticeable sound of sniffing, which made the pale wizard open his eyes and look at him.

”I detect the faint odor of tuna in here,” Adam said, pulling out his wand and casting a freshening spell that smelled of roses. Snape’s nose wrinkled as the scent reached him.

Adam sat down across from the wizard, his dark eyes sweeping over him.

”Well, I’ve heard of ‘petting the kitty’ Professor, but judging from all the yowling I heard coming from that witch’s room last night, you’re more of the ‘pound the kitty’ persuasion, aren’t you?” he said to Snape, who rolled his eyes and didn’t answer.

Adam had placed an altered Silencing spell around his chambers. No one could hear what was occurring inside, but he could hear what was going on around him. He did have guests, and needed to be a bit vigilant. Harry and Ron would have been appreciative of his efforts. Listening to both Adam and Hermione hitting the octaves would have been horribly disturbing.

“I’d be surprised if she has any vaginal lining left,” Adam added.

Ron made a sickening noise at Adam’s comment as both he and Harry looked over towards them.

”Adam, please refrain from mentioning anything about myself and Miss Granger. We have a bit of a situation here,” Snape said to Adam in a low voice. “Mr. Weasley is insanely jealous and has already tried to Avada Kedavra my person because of my dealings with the witch.”

Adam blinked.

“And I missed it? Oh, gods damn it! I love a good dogfight,” Adam said, looking over at Ron. He lowered his voice.

”Although I wasn’t on the end of that magnificent wand of yours, Professor, I did get the next best thing. You brought out a bit of a competitive streak in Victor . . .” Adam confided.

Snape’s face contorted as Victor smirked at him. He didn’t even want to imagine the vampire in action.

”I really don’t want to hear about it Adam,” Snape snapped at him.

Adam grinned, then stood up and grabbed the pitcher, which was almost empty.

”Fine. I’m going to get some fresh blood,” the wizard said, switching off toward the room where the bitches resided. Victor sat down at the table and looked at Snape.

”So, your own Secondary tried to kill you, eh Snape?” the vampire said, a look of mirth in his black eyes. It wasn’t a pleasant look. “I guess you don’t inspire much loyalty. Vashti will probably be able to use him against you.”

”I’ve taken his wand,” Snape replied, “And he will be secured before we leave. Originally I was going to take him with us and simply restrain him with a circle of moving water during the attack, but now believe it best he not accompany us at all.”

Victor nodded, then said, “It might be best to kill him now rather than have to watch your back for Eternity.”

Like Adam, Victor had no idea that Snape hoped to become mortal again and had no plans on living for Eternity as a vampire.

“No, I won’t take his life,” Snape replied, “He’s still young and hasn’t developed the cynicism of more experienced wizards concerning the fairer sex. It is still a pissing contest to the boy, although he has never been of the caliber to successfully court a witch as gifted and brilliant as Miss Granger. Perhaps he will see that now.”

Victor looked at Snape consideringly.

”It seems to me, Professor, that by your description, your attraction for this mortal goes beyond keeping her as a pet,” Victor said.

Snape didn’t reply.

”Don’t do it. They grow old and ugly, then die,” the vampire said to him. “It’s better to enjoy their bodies then kill them. Less complications that way.”

”You seem to believe Death is an answer to everything,” Snape commented, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the vampire.

”Life is cheap. Humans are like insects to us. Inconsequential, little buzzing, blood-filled insects that live a few hours and fade away. We are like gods compared to them,” Victor replied, looking disdainful. “They seek Eternal Life by bowing and scraping to gods that most likely don’t exist . . . chasing dreams and fairytales. We have Eternal Life here on earth. We are immortals and don’t bend a knee to any god.”

”But without those inconsequential little buzzing insects, you could not survive. Where would you go then, Victor, since you have no Heaven to accept you?” Snape asked him.

Victor looked at Snape soberly and didn’t answer. He didn’t like to think of the possibility of Death for himself.

Adam flounced back in with a pitcher of fresh blood.

”Professor, you frightened the shit out of my girls,” Adam said, setting the pitcher on the table and conjuring up several glasses, which he then filled as if pouring glasses of orange juice for breakfast. “Fortunately, fright makes blood taste even sweeter. Apparently, they thought by her screams that Miss Granger had fallen prey to Victor and he was slowly killing her.”

Victor grinned as he picked up the closest glass of blood. He liked inspiring fear in the little spoiled chits and watch them huddle together, clutching each other in terror whenever he came to their door.

Ron and Harry walked over, silently took their glasses and returned to the other side of the room.

”Your Secondaries don’t appear too thrilled with you, Professor,” the vampire said, taking a sip of his blood and looking at it appreciatively.

”No,” Snape agreed, sipping his own blood. Adam was right. It was very, very sweet.

Adam suddenly cast a Silencing spell around them.

“It might be best to get rid of them. Eternity is a long time to be watching your buns. If I were you, I’d tear the little bastards’ throats out, then cut them into pieces,” Adam said non-chalantly. “I’m sure Victor would help you, though all you would have to do would be compel them to stay in place.”

Snape furrowed his brow at Adam. For all his apparent femininity, he was a blood-thirsty bastard. He spoke about killing Harry and Ron as if it were as simple a thing as giving someone with dry skin a facial. But that was Adam. Gay or not, he was a Slytherin through and through. He whole-heartedly believed in self-preservation at all costs. If Victor ever showed signs of betrayal, as much as Adam adored him, he’d kill him. Luckily for Victor, however, Adam had a very sexually liberated attitude so didn’t mind his dalliances with the fairer sex when he had them, as long as he didn’t stink of pussy when he returned.

Besides, Victor never turned the women he fucked, but killed them. It was all about the hunt for the vampire. And Adam loved his predatory ways. His man was sexual and dangerous.

Just the way he liked him.

“I’ll consider it,” Snape replied to end the conversation.

Ron and Harry were quite fortunate in that Snape had the attitude he did toward his vampirism, or they would both be dust by now.

He was a Slytherin through and through as well and if he did want to continue, then they wouldn’t have.


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Hermione woke up a bit stiff, rolling to her back and stretching before her thoughts turned to the Potions master. She immediately noticed she’d been Scourgified. She sat up and slid to the edge of the bed. At least she wasn’t as achy as the first time the vampire took her.

Yes, she could definitely get used to the Professor, given time.

Her stomach growled fiercely.

Feeling lazy, she picked up her wand off the nightstand and Accio’d her black satchel, opening it up and taking out the small cornucopia. She studied the wicker basket, then said, “A ham sandwich with lettuce, tomatoes, mustard and sweet pickles.”

After a moment, the cornucopia heated up slightly and she reached in, grasping a freshly made sandwich on a napkin.

”And a pumpkin juice,” she added.

The cornucopia heated up again and she retrieved a bottle of pumpkin juice. She put the cornucopia back into her satchel, then opened the pumpkin juice. Mmm. Fresh. Buying the cornucopia was a great idea. After she used up her galleons worth, she could always put more food on the books. Too bad she didn’t have this when she, Harry and Ron were in the Forest of Dean. They wouldn’t have had to eat mushrooms. Well, she had learned her lesson, that was for certain.

She picked up the ham sandwich and bit into it, chewing blissfully as the flavors combined.

”Oh . . . that’s almost as good as sex,” she sighed, then mentally amended her statement.

The sandwich was good, but definitely not good as sex with the Professor. Nowhere near.

Hermione made short work of the sandwich and finished her pumpkin juice. She was still naked and let out a gasp as Adam walked through the door carrying a fluffy pink robe and slippers. She folded over, covering herself up as best she could as the gay vampire sashayed in.

”Adam! I’m naked!” she cried, backing up to the bed and pulling the covers over herself, bright crimson.

Adam made a face.

”Oh, come on now, sweetie. You have absolutely NO reason to cover up in front of me. I don’t tangle unless they dangle,” Adam said to her, his hands on his hips. “Besides, you’re going to have to be naked anyway. You have to get ready for tonight. You need a bath and your hair done. Now put this on.”

Adam handed Hermione the robe, who tussled with the bed sheets, trying to slip it on without the vampire seeing any more of her than necessary. Adam rolled his eyes and handed her the slippers.

”Really. If you’ve seen one coochie, you’ve seen them all. Now come along. This room reeks of pussy,” the vampire hissed, pulling out his wand and casting a freshening charm as Hermione colored. Adam exited the room, Hermione padding behind him. At least he didn’t bring her bunny slippers.

She followed him down the corridor, past the girls’ room and into another chamber. In it was a beautician’s chair with a small table next to it, then a larger table a short distance away with a few items and utensils on it, and finally a large tub full of red clear liquid.

“Sit down there,” Adam said, pointing to the chair.

Hermione sat down and looked toward the tub.

“Is that blood?” she asked the vampire, blanching a little. She didn’t want to bathe in blood. It might make her appear and smell more appetizing to Vashti, not to mention the Professor and the others.

”No, that’s not blood,” Adam said, picking up a bowl full of fine white powder and walking over to Hermione, looking at her hair critically. It was a mass of tangles and oily looking. He grimaced.

”Could you purposely make this niffler’s nest look any worse? Really sugar, you need to take better care of your hair. A lot of women would kill for naturally curly hair. It’s always the ones who least deserve it that get the blessings,” he said, lifting her hair and letting it fall back.

But Hermione was focused on the tub

”What’s in the tub?” she asked him.

”If you must know, it’s red wine,” the vampire replied, “I don’t do water for obvious reasons. I wouldn’t be able to get out of the tub because my motions would make it the water move. Besides, it’s an ancient bathing method. The alcohol cools, cleanses and tightens the skin. Now, hold still.”

Adam shook the bowl of fine powder into Hermione’s hair. He sifted it through her locks thoroughly with his fingers.

”What’s that? A magic cleansing shampoo?” Hermione asked him.

Adam scowled.

”What a chatterbox you are. Actually, it’s cornstarch. Again, I can’t use water so I use this. The cornstarch will absorb all the oils in your hair and leave it fresh looking and shining when I brush it out. Then I’ll make the conditioner and put it in.”

”Oh,” Hermione said.

She had no idea simple cornstarch could be used in that matter. As Adam waited for the cornstarch to do its work, he walked over to the table and peeled a ripe avocado and mashed it in a small bowl using a pestle. Then he added a tablespoon of lemon juice, a teaspoon of coarse salt and a tablespoon of pure aloe. Then he mixed it into a paste and carried the bowl, a small plastic bag, a towel and a brush to the small table next to Hermione, setting everything down. The vampire then brushed Hermione’s hair thoroughly, removing all the cornstarch and leaving her hair shiny and oil-free.

Hermione had to admit Adam had very gentle, sure hands, and closed her eyes in pleasure as he expertly attended her.

”I’m good with my hands. Ask Victor,” the vampire purred as Hermione relaxed.

”Yes, you are,” she murmured.

”I doubt if I’m as good as the Professor,” the vampire said, probing for a little girl talk. He felt Hermione’s heart rate increase and smiled.

“It’s a wonder you can still blush. You made quite a racket last night,” he said, putting down the brush and picking up the avocado paste.

”What?” Hermione exclaimed.

”Oh yes, girlfriend. You were hitting the high notes. Everyone heard you,” Adam said, enjoying Hermione’s shock and dismay. He was a catty thing.

”Oh no. Even Harry and Ron?” she asked the vampire, her heart sinking.

”Especially Harry and Ron,” the vampire replied, separating her hair into sections with his fingers, applying the paste to her roots then working it through to the ends. “All vampires have enhanced hearing. It sounded as if you were right in the next room. Tthe one with the red hair tried to kill Professor Snape. He cast the Killing curse on him in a fit of rage and jealousy. And don't you know I missed the whole thing?”

”Oh no!” Hermione exclaimed.

”Don’t get your knickers in a wad,” Adam said, “It didn’t do anything. The Professor is one of the Undead. But he took away his wand. He can’t be trusted.”

”Poor Ron,” Hermione breathed.

She hadn’t meant for that to happen, but Ron knew that she wasn’t really attracted to him that way. Yes, there had been an attempt to get together, but Hermione knew it wasn’t meant to be. Ron would never be more than a friend to her. Maybe now he wasn’t even that.

”He’s lucky. I would have ripped his throat out if he tried to slab me,” Adam hissed.

Hermione didn’t say anything. This was awful.

Adam slipped the plastic bag over Hermione’s hair and twisted it tightly. He then wrapped the towel around her head like a turban.

”All right. That has to sit for a while,” he said, walking over to the tub of wine and using his wand to warm it.

”All right. Get in the tub and soak,” he ordered Hermione, who rose out of the chair and walked over to the wooden structure. There was a two-sided ladder to get in and out with.

She slipped off her slippers, then hesitated.

”Oh good gravy,” Adam hissed, flicking his wand at her.

”Divesto.”

Hermione let out a squeal as she was left naked, then shot up the ladder and down into the tub as Adam grinned nastily. There was a bench and slight incline so she could lean back, the wine gently lapping around her throat. It did feel good, though she began to feel a bit woozy.

“Now you’ll soak for about twenty minutes. I’m going to get your wardrobe. You’re going to look delish,” the vampire said, flouncing out of the room and casting a water ward around the door.

No sense in tempting Victor.

Hermione relaxed, letting the wine do its work. It felt nice to be pampered this way, but the witch couldn’t help feeling a bit as if she were being prepared for a sacrifice.

She hoped she wasn’t.

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Adam shuffled through his huge wardrobe. He could resize anything he had to fit Hermione. His eyes fell on a piece, keeping in mind Hermione’s plan. He pulled it out and studied it, imagining it against Hermione’s skin.

”Oh yes. Vashti’s going to piss blood when she sees her in this,” he said with a wicked grin. “There’s going to be yet another Queen in the bitch's beehive. The only difference will be she’ll have the same goods.”

Adam draped the dress over his arm and set about picking out shoes.

Hermione was going to be a masterpiece.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.