Twice Bitten ~ COMPLETED

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Chapter 6 ~ A Matter of Study

Hermione watched as a significantly younger Severus Snape observed a robed man painstakingly harvest a plant by torchlight, then leave. She was standing in the darkness between them, but could clearly see.

She saw the man leave, walking out into the night and over the horizon, then Snape boldly walk up to the low-lying plants without observing any kind of reverence or respect for the ground as the man who preceded him did. She couldn’t help but think that this was a mistake.

Hermione continued watching as Snape carefully harvested seeds from one plant, then a pod from another and began walking away. Suddenly a very beautiful woman appeared before him and Snape pointed his wand at her. He didn’t look very happy to see her at all. Hermione took the woman in. She was brown-skinned with long, flowing black hair that whipped around her as if caught in the wind. But Snape’s hair wasn’t moving at all. There was no wind. There were bracelets on the woman’s ankles and wrists and she seemed to be tightly wrapped in black fabric rather than wearing a true dress. She was very curvaceous. Her eyes were almond-shaped and black as night. She began to glow slightly as she looked at him.

”You are not one of mine. You are too pale. Your scent is odd. Unfamiliar. Who are you, thief?”

By the woman’s use of the word “thief” Hermione knew that the plants Snape harvested belonged to her and she clearly did not give him permission to take what he did.

”Get out of my way.”

The woman laughed.

”You are brave. Foolishly so. Not many men would be so brave.”

She approached Snape, her bracelets tinkling, hips undulating sexily as she walked.

”Stay back! I warn you!”

Snape fired a stunner at her, the hex passing through her body.

”Expelliarmus!”

Again, the hex passed through her as the woman continued to approach.

“Lower your wand, Sorcerer.”

Hermione watched as Snape lowered his wand helplessly. It was clear by his expression that he didn’t want to do it, but was compelled to do it. The woman was controlling him.

“I am Lilutu, the Mother. And you have stolen from me. The Taku Soma belong to me. Tell me why I should not kill you?”

Her name was Lilutu. That name sounded familiar.

“I need these plants to save the life of a woman I love.”

”Love? How human. I despised Love when I walked among your kind. But I loved men. They were my playthings. They brought me much pleasure in many ways. With their bodies . . . and with their screams. You are not handsome. Your nose is too big and your hair is too thin. But . . . there is something about you that appeals to me. You are different than what I usually have to amuse me. What is your name?”

”Severus Tobias Snape.”

”Forget about Love, Severus Tobias Snape. Love is for the Living, as is Death. Neither will be for you. You please me. I will take you.”

Hermione watched as the woman kissed the young wizard, whose face went blank for a moment, then a look of lust replaced the empty expression. Snape now looked hungry as he gazed at the witch, his body tense.

”No mortal can resist Lilutu. Now, be a man.”

Hermione watched as Snape threw off his satchel and grabbed the woman, pulling her against him almost desperately.

”Yessss. I will take you, Severus Tobias Snape.”

Hermione watched, feeling horribly like she shouldn’t be here as Snape took the woman down to the ground, kissing her passionately as he wrestled with his robes. The fabric around the woman fuzzed then disappeared, leaving her nude beneath him.

Hermione couldn’t help but feel a little pang of something as she watched the pale wizard kissing the woman’s body, moving over her as if she were something edible, the woman arching up and moaning as if in ecstasy as he suckled at her breasts and tongued her belly, then moved his head between her thighs.

”Dear gods,” Hermione breathed as she watched Snape, his hands and fingers stroking and exploring the woman’s body, the hard hungry look on his face as he stood up for a moment, looking down at her, then stripping off what was left of his clothing, revealing a monstrous erection, thick, pale and uncircumcised. It was HUGE.

She watched as Snape fell on top of the writhing woman, his pale body slim and sinewy, his back strong and unmarked. He had not yet suffered the horrible tortures Voldemort inflicted on him.

Hermione couldn’t help breathing heavily as she watched him hoist the woman’s legs over his shoulders, giving her a clear view of his penetration of her, his enormous cock sliding into her, the woman letting out a cry of pleasure as he began stroking her brutally, driving her across the sands, grunting like an animal as she shrieked and groaned.

Merlin, Snape was insatiable. He was . . .

Hermione watched the Potions master thoroughly fuck the woman, leaving a deep groove in the sand as they journeyed, sweat pouring off his body, dripping onto the flesh of the woman. Hermione winced as the woman drew her nails down his back, leaving bloody stripes as Snape stiffened and screamed, then returned to her even more brutally than before.

Hermione couldn’t help the tingling she felt between her own thighs as she watched the wizard possess the woman. He was so strong, so dominating, his body flexing against the woman rhythmically as he jerked her, staring into her face as she cried out passionately.

Hermione saw that the woman’s open mouth was now full of long, sharp teeth. Snape didn’t seem to notice this, kissing her as he plunged between her legs, his buttocks rising, falling and clenching as blood ran between their mouths, the woman’s eyes beginning to glow. The wizard didn’t slow his stroke at all, despite the blood and pain he must have been in. It was as if he were trying to beat her to death with his body.

Suddenly the woman let out a shriek, arching upward powerfully, lifting Snape’s body for a moment as the wizard threw his head back, at first grimacing, then letting out a cry of his own as he climaxed. Then the woman dropped back down and locked her mouth to Snape’s neck, the wizard screaming in agony. The vampire held on for maybe ten seconds, then suddenly vanished, leaving him alone in the sand.

Hermione watched Snape as he clamped his hand to his throat and crawled back a few feet, following the groove left in the sand, casting about desperately until he grasped his wand and lit it. She could tell he was weakening by how hard it seemed for him to move, the wand light flickering as he grabbed his satchel, threw the flap open and felt around. He withdrew his hand and tossed something into his mouth, then fell still in the sand.

Hermione could clearly see the bite. There were two large holes and two smaller holes between them. They weren’t bleeding as Snape rolled to his back, his chest rising and falling as he gulped down air. Once again Hermione got a good look at his cock. It was flaccid now, but still very large, the foreskin giving it a trunk-like appearance as it rested covered in sand against his thigh.

Snape lay there for a good while before sitting up and spitting out the Bezoar, blinking around at the night, then bringing his hand to his neck and wincing again before standing, scourgifying the sand from his body, then magically redressing himself. He staggered off into the night.

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Snape watched Hermione intently as she viewed the Pensieve, noting at once that her heart rate increased as did the speed of her breathing. Her face took on a rather flushed appearance and in a few minutes he detected the scent of female arousal. She was reacting to what she saw in his memory. Apparently, it excited her.

Sexually.

The vampire arched an eyebrow at this, then moved closer to the witch, staring down at her still form, reacting to the increased reverberations of her heart, the increased blood flow. Slowly, he reached out one pale finger and moved her hair aside, revealing her throat and the throbbing artery just beneath the skin. He looked at it as if hypnotized by the rhythmic pulse that heralded the rush of crimson tide underneath. He leaned, pressing his large nose against her skin, breathing the scent of her life in . . . then involuntarily licked her soft, warm flesh . . .

“Hey! What are you doing to Hermione!” Harry’s enraged voice sounded as he and Ron rushed into the room.

The Potions master straightened.

”Checking her vitals,” he said with a bit of irritation, “She is viewing my Pensieve and showed some signs of distress.”

”Can’t blame her for that,” Ron muttered as he looked at Snape with narrowed eyes.

Harry didn’t say anything as he remembered viewing another set of memories Snape gave him just before he died. Memories of his relationship with Harry’s mother, Lily Evans, and his unrequited love for her.

“What kind of memories is she viewing?” Ron asked, starting to walk up to the witch. Snape quickly put his body between them, his face twisting with displeasure.

”Memories relevant to our current condition. Leave her in peace,” he said darkly, his black eyes glittering.

Ron frowned at him and looked around the sparsely furnished chamber.

”So this is our unholy lair, eh? Where are the coffins?” he asked, eyeing Harry’s bed.

Snape rolled his eyes.

“This is not our ‘lair’ Mr. Weasley, and there are no coffins,” he said tightly, “We don’t need to sleep.”

Ron looked shocked at this, then looked at Harry.

”So what do we do all day?” he asked Harry.

”Try to sleep,” Harry responded, shrugging.

”Oh, that’s fucking great,” Ron said, “I thought being a vampire would be more exciting than this. What are we going to do for food? Hunt staff members or something? Flitwick would make a nice snack.”

“DO NOT MAKE LIGHT OF THIS SITUATION!” Snape suddenly roared at the wizard, streaking forward and slamming Ron into the wall, his eyes blazing. “We are vampires, Mr. Weasley! Vampires! This isn’t one of your fun-filled forays where you barely escape death. We are creatures of the night who will never again walk in the sun, who will kill anyone in order to consume their life’s blood. We are cursed for eternity if there is no way to reverse this condition. I will not have you make it into some kind of inane adventure!”

Ron blinked up at him as Harry looked on. Snape was really upset about this.

Suddenly Hermione moved, then blinked, looking over at Snape standing over Ron. The wizard turned and walked toward her.

Hermione couldn’t help blushing as he approached, her eyes dropping to his loins for a moment then meeting his eyes again. Snape looked down on her flushed face, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he felt her heart rate increase as his proximity grew.

”Did you see all you needed to see, Miss Granger?” he purred at her.

”A bit more than I expected, Professor,” Hermione replied, doing her best to pull herself together. Then she stood up and began to gather all the books and parchments neatly together, stacking them as the three vampires looked on.

She pulled out her wand and miniaturized them.

”What are you doing?” Snape demanded.

”I’m taking all of this with me. I need time to sort it all out and write down some questions for you, and gather some things we’re going to need,” she said, putting the reduced books and parchments into her pocket.

“Taking it with you where?” Snape said, frowning at her.

”Up to Harry’s room. Surely you don’t expect me to stay down here with you lot?” she said to the wizard, looking at him as if he were insane. “Ron wanted to rip my throat out when he transformed. I have no idea when you or Harry are going to get hungry.”

”If we do get hungry, Miss Granger, hiding up in Mr. Potter’s room won’t help you,” Snape said darkly.

”Still, I’ll feel safer,” she said, “Plus I’ll be able to focus. I won’t be able to do that here, Professor. You emit some kind of aura that . . . that disturbs me,” the witch said, her voice trembling a bit.

Hermione suspected Snape had the same sexual power that the vampire who bit him did. Maybe some kind of pheromone designed to attract human women, make them easier to bite. She didn’t want to be too close to him . . . at least that’s what she was telling herself. Seeing what she saw in the Pensieve definitely added a kind of twisted allure to the dark wizard. She didn’t want to be exposed to him any more than necessary. Hermione only hoped he wasn’t aware of the effect he had on her, though eventually they would have to explore it.

“He’s always disturbed me,” Ron said, recovered now from the Potion’s master’s outburst.

”You’re naturally disturbed, Mr. Weasley,” Snape snapped back at him, then looked at Hermione again.

”Actually, Miss Granger, we’ve come up with a way that we can exist without hunting humans,” he said to the witch, gesturing toward the shelves stocked with Blood Replenisher.

Hermione walked over to the shelf and looked at the bottles before taking one down. She opened it and sniffed it, then looked at the Professor.

”Blood Replenisher,” she said, her amber eyes resting on him.

”Yes. We were hoping you wouldn’t mind giving us a few drops of your blood occasionally. We can use the Replenisher to increase the volume . . .” the Potions master began.

”And if you drink regularly, you’ll be able to control the hunger factor,” Hermione said, “That’s brilliant Professor, as well as comforting. I was going to hang garlic around the door and windows.”

”I’m not sure that would work, Miss Granger,” Snape said.

Both Harry and Ron sat down on Harry’s bed, listening.

Hermione blinked at him, then walked over to the counter where the potions utensils were. She chose a bowl, put down the bottle of Replenisher, took out her wand and rolled up her sleeve. She tapped a vein and grimaced as she tapped the bowl. About an ounce of blood appeared in it.

All three vampires stiffened as they smelled her blood, Ron standing up, his eyes glazed as he looked at Hermione. He was the only one of the three that hadn’t had a full meal yet, though the hunger hadn’t hit him.

Snape snarled at him and said, “Sit down, Mr. Weasley!”

Ron obediently sat down, but his black eyes were focused on Hermione intently as she opened the bottle of Replenisher. She turned the bottle over completely.

”NO!” Snape cried, zipping forward to stop her, but several drops fell into the bowl and blood erupted from it, pouring on to the counter and the floor as Snape pulled her away.

Ron flew from the bed and started slurping the blood off the counter in an animalistic manner, smearing the crimson fluid over his mouth as Hermione and Harry looked on in horror.

”Oh my gods,” Hermione breathed as Ron fell to all fours and began licking blood off the floor.

”He can’t help it, Hermione,” Harry said in a low voice.

”The Replenisher is highly concentrated, Miss Granger. Two drops will make two liters of blood from half an ounce,” he said to her, his eyes on Ron, who was lapping at the floor like a Muggle dog. “Let us go before Mr. Weasley recovers. I will take you to Gryffindor tower. Wait here, Mr. Potter.”

Snape knew when Ron recovered, the wizard would be full of self-loathing and recriminations. He didn’t want to be present for the self-pity fest. It would be one hundred times worse because he acted in such a way in front of Hermione.

The wizard picked a gasping Hermione up into his arms and streaked away with her.

Harry watched Ron stand and pick up the bowl, draining what blood was left with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. He knew what it felt like to want blood, but damn, this was horrible. He hoped there really was a cure for this. If there wasn’t, he too might end it all rather than live like this.

Slowly, Ron lowered the bowl, his face and hands covered in blood. He looked at Harry with realization and horror in his eyes. He dropped the bowl to the table as if it had burned him.

“Harry . . .” he said despairingly, his voice cracking, his eyes wet.

”It’ll be all right, Ron,” Harry said softly.

”It’s going to be all right.”

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Hermione held on to Snape tightly as they flew up the stairwell, the lit torches one stream of blurred light as they passed. Snape stopped on the landing, pulled out his wand and disillusioned them, then opened the niche and streaked down the dungeon corridor. Professor McGonagall was in the Entrance Hall and appeared to be frozen as they zipped by her and up the stairs, Snape leaping easily from stairwell to stairwell, covering distances not humanly possible, not waiting for them to shift. He zipped Hermione down the corridor leading to Gryffindor tower, then put her down in front of the portrait. Hermione pulled out her wand and removed her Disillusionment.

”I expect to see you tomorrow evening with some answers,” the Professor said to her, still Disillusioned. The portrait’s eyes shifted back and forth when it heard his voice but wasn’t able to see anything. Hermione cast a silencing spell around her and Professor Snape. Portraits were terrible gossips and told everything they heard. She turned to the shimmer.

”I’ll meet you in the dungeon corridor at nine, Professor. Right now I have to send owls to my and Ron’s parents and those having funeral services explaining Harry is very ill and convalescing in an undisclosed area and that we’re with him. They’ll be disappointed, but it won’t seem too strange because everyone knows how close we are. I’ll just have to stay out of the way of staff members for the duration. Hogwarts won’t be reopened for several weeks, so we should have time to explore this situation fully,” Hermione said to him, once again feeling that strange attraction.

Snape stared down at her, feeling the attraction as well. Suddenly, unable to help himself, he ran a pale forefinger down the witch’s warm, soft cheek and felt her shudder deliciously.

“Do your best for me, Miss Granger. I’m counting on you,” he said softly as Hermione closed her eyes and helplessly leaned forward.

”I will,” she breathed, “I’d do anything for you, Professor.”

“Anything, Miss Granger?” he asked her, his eyes bright.

“Yes, anything you want,” she replied.

There was a pregnant silence for a moment, then Snape withdrew his hand and with an effort, departed, flashing back up the corridor and disappearing in an instant.

The witch’s lure was strong. Almost too strong.

Hermione opened her eyes and realized the wizard was gone. She felt the attraction lift.

She stared down the empty corridor, then turned toward the portrait.

”Hinklepinks,” she said, giving the password.

The portrait just stared at her.

”Hinklepinks!” Hermione said again, louder this time.

The portrait pointed to her ears.

”Oh. The silencing spell,” Hermione breathed, removing it.

”Who were you talking to?” the Fat Lady demanded.

”That’s none of your business. Now Hinklepinks,” Hermione hissed at her.

Affronted, the portrait swung back and let her in.

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Snape returned to the chambers and found Harry trying to comfort a distraught Ron.

”I was licking the floor, Harry! The floor! Right in front of her! What must she think of me?” he groaned in despair.

”She thinks you’re a bloody vampire, which you are,” Snape snapped at the two startled wizards. “Now clean yourself up and have some dignity.”

Snape strode up to the two and watched as Ron pulled out his wand and scourgified himself. Both he and Harry blinked up at the wizard.

”I want you two to go out into the passageway and locate another chamber. That will be your domain. I have no intentions on having you as roommates,” Snape said, frowning at them. “I have enough on my mind without the two of you driving me to the brink of insanity. Now go! And find something relatively close.”

Harry and Ron obediently stood up and left. Snape walked over to the table and sat down, pulling the half-empty bottle of Firewhiskey toward him. He unscrewed the top and tilted the bottle to his mouth, drinking thirstily. He set it down, rasping slightly as the fiery liquor coursed through him.

He hoped Miss Granger had enough information to find answers.

If not, these would indeed be his last days on earth.

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A/N: Thanks for reading.