With unsteady strides, Hermione walked across the room.
The door closed behind her, and panic set in as she realized she was alone and in the presence of a total stranger.
Celeste and her were dressed in excellent clothing and fed to the brim against their will. Subsequently, they were relocated to different rooms, where the children had a strong suspicion that they would carry out their plan.
Hermione stood alone, looking at a tall man sitting in a chair who had his legs crossed over each other and his arms folded.
He examined the young girl whose blood was to be offered to him, and his eyes glowed with a sinister aura. He observed that she was a different person from any of his previous encounters, and he sensed that her blood would be divine.
The girl was demure- the observation didn't pass his keen eyes.
He watched her lower her gaze as she approached and then she halted, away from him, as if wary.
"Pretty girl" The man drawled, placing his legs down and his elbows plopped on them, "I have never seen you before, are you new?"
Hermione didn't respond. Instead, she bit the inner of her cheeks, her eyebrows pulling into a frown to convey that she was uncomfortable by the entire ordeal. She just wanted to get out of here!
The man chuckled. His deep voice reached her ears and she lifted her gaze to look at him.
Unfortunately for her, he crouched too close to her, where she could see her reflection in his eyeballs. Hermione began to have a panic attack. Her eyes widened in fear and her heart began to thump widely in her chest.
"Here" He wanted to pat her back but she stepped aside.
"I-i-i do not need your help, mister. I want to go home" She told him.
He tilted his head, a crook smile gracing the corner of his lips, " I'll take you home, alright?" He spoke in a convincing voice, almost making Hermione believe him until she heard his next words.
" After you let me drink from you, I'll take you home. Do not worry, I'll be quick about it" The man grinned ear to ear.
Hermione felt sick to her stomach, first for having him this close and striking up a personal conversation with him and secondly, the thought of him nuzzling his head over her neck and piercing her skin with his fangs.
These men seriously do not have shame. Hermione could guess he was at least 70 or if not older, yet he engaged himself in dirty things like this.
Lavinia had briefed them on what to expect. That the men would touch them, and they must not show signs of dissatisfaction. They only ought to behave like dolls and let them have their way.
Perverts! She thought. And shame on Madame Rhea to engage in this kind of act. Did she never have children!? How would she feel if her children were subjugated to things like this!?
"I--I feel sick. I should leave" Hermione stated. She turned around to leave the man's presence and return to the quarters, even if it meant getting flogged by Madame Rhea's men.
She was about to leave when she felt the man grab her shoulder from behind and without much warning, he lifted her off the ground without her consent and slammed her onto the table.
"Why must you act differently from others? Huh? I tried my best to be nice but you're just mean!"
Hermione scoffed internally. "You're mean, sir, for being such a pervert and pedophile. You're such a loser to be here!" She countered fiercely, her eyes glowering at the man who had his fist around her pretty neck and was pressing hard against it.
Hermione stuck her fingers into his arms, hoping that it would hurt him. Oh, she made quite a mistake by clipping her nails. Had she known, she would have left it sharp enough to draw blood from his skin.
The man, on the other hand, grumbled, he lowered his head to the girl's neck as he felt his gums itching. It threatened to pop out and pierce her skin. He could wait no longer, sensing the sweet blood rushing up her neck.
He had paid handsomely to Rhea when she insisted that she had new girls who could satisfy them without complaint, and they were stunning.
He had offered all his money and when the golden-brown-haired girl had stepped into this same room, he couldn't contain the excitement he felt at the moment.
He wanted to claim the little girl, make her his, and drain her of her blood whenever he wanted.
But she was riling him up by being so distant as if he was some sort of disease when he had paid quite a large amount that her father wouldn't even afford.
The man supposed that these girls were from the villages and were brought here to make themselves useful.
He wouldn't have reckoned that Hermione was kidnapped by Rhea's men while she was flowing in the river along with her friend.
"How dare you say that to me!?" He shrieked. His eyes began to change into crimson red and his fangs elongated.
Hermione continued to fight against the man who had her pinned to the table. She was just a little girl and he was far stronger than her, there was no way to escape this torture than submit herself to get bitten by this stranger here.
To them, vampires, could just bite whoever they wanted and drink their blood however they wished.
But Hermione thought they were different from them, werewolves. A bite was like a sort of mark connecting mates and she didn't want to be bitten by this man right here.
She pushed against his hand, feeling his teeth grazing her neck but the man wouldn't budge. He was enjoying her struggles.
Hermione didn't know where she got the energy from, but the next push was quite lethal. She banged the man across his chest with her hand and he flew to the back.
She hurriedly sat up on the table, wide-eyed and oblivious to how and why it had happened.
Just then, she felt her gums itch too, fangs elongating in her mouth and sharp nails. The transformation was quite fast, and also painful as she morphed into a large white wolf.
Hermione gasped internally, her gray-green eyes landing on her paws. She was so mesmerized that she just wolfed out!
"I am Cherry, Hermione. Your wolf and a part of you" The wolf introduced herself, enthusiastic to have met her host, even though she wasn't certain how Hermione was able to wolf out at this period.
Hermione was startled. The voice! It was from no one around her, but coming from her head. How was that possible?
Lord Vance barged out of the room in annoyance. Utter disappointment and dissatisfaction revolved around his face as he increased his pace.
Rhea was on a quest to kill him!
Otherwise, she wouldn't have sent such a forbidden creature to his presence. He strode across the manor with eyebrows pulled into a tight knot.
Returning to his carriage and leaving was what he concluded in his mind, not until he met Rhea and his anger began to resurface.
How dare she!? He demanded inwardly as he rushed toward where she was.
She had the nerve to charge him plenty of money and still send him a deadly creature whose eyes were glinting with nothing but evil!
He approached her and hit her across the face, while the woman stumbled back in surprise.