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Violet growled, pulling her hood over her head. The wind picked up speed around her as she ran threw the forest, trying to find shelter. Her father had sent a search party for her and she had no where to go, no place safe that is. She looked around for a place to hide again and smirked, seeing a cave. Quickly, she ran towards it.

"You dont have a coffin stupid." She said, looking at him. She patted the bed, telling him to come over and lay down.

''well excuse me for not having read 'Vampire, fact and fiction' beforehand'' he said in defense
''what, you can't expect me to... this is your room'' he stated hesitately

Violet rolled her eyes. "And you're my pet." She hissed, moving over some.

the vampire inside him pulled at him to obey and gingerly he dragged his feet over and sat down on the bed
''this does not mean I'm compying to the pet thing'' he just wanted it known

Violet rolled her eyes, sitting up. She moved to be behind and ran her hand down his back. "Fine, what do you want me to call you?" She whispered softly in his ear.

''well my name is Mar, you could call me that'' he answered, feeling quite uncomfortable by her closeness

Violet sighed and nodded. "Ok then. " She told him, kissing him on the neck softly.

he was pleasantly surprised she agreed to calling him by his name after all. So far she had stubornly stuck with calling him pet if calling him anything at all

''A-Are you going to bite me again?'' he asked when she placed a soft kiss on his neck

"No." She whispered, wrapping her arms around him softly. She laughed to herself, shaking ehr head.

he released a breath of relief he didn't know he had been holding
why was he so afraid of being bitten again anyway, it's not like it mattered anymore, he was allready a vampire, what worse thing could happen to him

'oh I can think of a few'

Violet laid back down on the bed, watching him. "Nothing else can happen." She told him.

''even vampires can be vanquished'' he replied, knowingly not saying that a vampire could die cause...well they were allready dead

''can I ask you something? something personal?'' he asked turning to look at her

"Go ahead." She told him, laying her hands on her stomach. She closed her eyes, waitign for him to ask.

It was astonoshing that they were actualy holding a quiet conversation whereas up until recent all they did was shout at eachother

''how long have you been a vampire?'' he asked quickly before he lost his nerve, the question had been plagueing him ever since she had turned him

"About two years ago. My.....husband...if you want to call him that, turned me because I was married to someone else. In the end, Shaeman left to his own world and Seth stayed here, taking care of me." She said, breathing softly. "I havent seen them in a year. So I guess that means neither care for me. Not that I care, I'm use to it." She whispered.

his eyes widened with her words
''you were married?? twice??'' trust him to focus on that aspect and not the fact she was turned by someone she trusted
'well yeah, there's that but she's still young, too young to have been maried twice

he couldn't phantom what that husband of hers had been thinking, turning the daughter of Voldemort, he surely must have had a deathwish

''you shouldn't be'' he said and put a hand on her shoulder, he had to let his sire know he was there for her

Violet smiled softly at him, but said nothing. She closed her eyes again, breathing heavily. "If you are tired, go to the guest room and sleep." She whiospered.

he thought he could recognise a cue for him to leave but there was just one, tiny problem

''erm, and where would the guestroom be?'' he asked, not sure if he would feel comfortable enough to spend the night at Voldemorts house

"I can sense your uncomfortable being in my fathers house. But the guest room is across the hall. Stay here if you want." she told him, turning on her side.

he once more had forgotten how she could read his mind, he would ahve to pay closer attention to that little fact

as it was he was in doubt now, it was true he was more then troubled with staying in this house and he would like nothing more then to stay close to her since he was looking at her for guidance. But that would mean he had to sleep on the floor AND in a girls room at that, sking his head he dismissed that option, not happening tonight, or was that day

''I'll be across the hall then'' he said before getting off the bed and walking out of the room

Violet hummed softly to herself as she tried to fall asleep. But that was going to happen as she heard her door open. "Your father sent me in here to deal with you." Henry said from the door.

he was lying on the bed in the guestroom, completely unable to fall asleep
the happenings of the day were ruuning wild in his head, they kept playing over and over again
maybe he should have let her kill him
''no'' he said to the silent room ''not before it's done, I vowed to it''

still, if his mother and sister could see him now, what would they say

for the first time he was glad his mother was no longer around, if things in the past hadn't been too much for her, this most certainly would ahve been

Violet turned over and looked at Henry. "No...not right now." She whispered to him. Henry growled softly at her, walking towards her. Violet sighed, closing her eyes. "What about Phoenix?" She asked him. He said nothing, but laid beside her.

he had heard the door to her room open and close again and for a moment he had been hoping she was coming to get him to go somewhere away from this house
but it never happened so he gathered someone must have entered her room instead, perhaps even her father, he shuddered at the mere thought

Violet sta up, looking for her shoes. "You cant leave." Henry told her. Violet glared at him and he smirked. "Do what you want then." He hissed.

he was just pondering how him being a vampire would affect him being at hogwarts, there were bound to be some changes immenent. It was frustrating that he had absolutely no idea what being a vampire enthralled.
she seemed to have been coping with it for the past two years so it wasn't soemthing unmanagable. Then again she WAS the daughter of Voldemort

Violet walked across the hall and opened the door. "Get up, we are leaving." she hissed, walking back to her room. She grabbed her bag and some clothing and walked into the hall. "I SAID HURRY UP!" she yelled.

he was lying on the bed, arms tucked under his head and staring at the ceiling
do vampires even sleep, he wondered, they must cause he remembere her saying he could sleep if he felt tired

the quiet of his room was suddenly and violently broken when his door crashed open and she walked in ordering him to get up

before he could lean on his elbows and ask what was going on she had left again

he wondered what was going on, she seemed her old self again
yup, she most definately is, he thought when she yelled for him from the hall
not wanting to agrivate her more he hurried from the room to find her waiting

Violet grabbed his arm, dispparting. She landed in her house and let him go. "Dont touch anything." She hissed, looking around her house. Seconds later, she heard some giggling and smiled.

he was about to ask her where they would be going when she grabbed his arm and by his nauseating feeling he could tell she was apparating them somewhere

as soon as they landed she let go of him and once more he found himself in a strange house
he was tolld not to touch anything so he just stood there, wondering what in the hell was going on and where they were this time

his thoughts were interupted with gigling, a sound that so not fitted with the day he had but was welcome to hear anyway so he turned towards the sound

"Heredity! Breson! Stella!" She called out. Heredity ran into the room, smiling at her. "Mommy!" she shouted, hugging her around the legs. The nanny she had for them came out, glaring. "You've been gone all day." She said, holding Stella.

it was plain obvious the gigling had been that of a child and sure enough after she called out some names a little girl came running into the room

but what the little girl shouted made him forget about anything else and he didn't hear anything beyond that
she had children??

maybe she is older then she looks, isn't it so that vampires don't realy age anymore.
still she said she had been turned two years ago and that girl looked to be older then that

"i'm sorry. It's not my fault." she told her. The nanny grunted and breson came out, smiling. "Mommy...I'm hungry." He said. Violet glared at her. "You were suppose to feed them." She hissed. Violet picked Breson up and moved to grab Stella with her free hand.

he was perplexed, she had three children and unlike her father she genuinly seemed to care for hers. he couldn't help but smile at that.
this was so unlike her, it was almost like walking into the potions class on a sunday afternoon and find Snape practicing ballet
seeing her like this he had to admit, she was good at acting like a coldhearthed ramalamlam but obviously there was more to her then met they eye

The nanny said nothing but disapparated. Heredity followed behind her as she walked into the ktchen. "Here lovelys." She whispered softly, sitting Stella in her highchair. She pulled out some soup and started warming it.

astounded he watched as she took care of feeding her children, he was seeing a whole new side of her alltogether

She certainly was full of surprises and by this time he could make hear nor tails of her

Violet poured them some soup in their bowls and grabbed a jar of baby food.

"You hungry?" She asked Stella in a baby voice.

he was beginning to wonder why she had brought him here and for what purpose, but for all he knew of her, which was very little he started to realise, there was none

how did she manage to be in all these places, so far he knew she was at hogwarts, her room at her fathers looked lived in as well and her children acted as if they got to see her regularly

"I dont live in my bedroom at my fathers. Someone else does. I visit when I need to." She told him. "And I dont go to Hogwarts either. I got kicked out." She said.

he startled a little when she adressed the very questions he had been pondering
''I don't think I will ever get used to that, you know. I'll have to be carefull what I'm thinking from now on.''

her answers did surprise him, specialy the one about hogwarts
''Oh, why did you get kicked out as you put it? and what were you doing on Hogwarts grounds then earlier?''

"I got kicked out for biting someone...and I was running." She mumbled, pikcing Stella up. She changed her and sat her on the floor to play.

''hmmm seems like it's a habit of yours'' he said absentmindedly rubbing his neck

'running like exercising or running like fleeing from someone or something?''

"Fleeing." She told him, turning around to him. "You can have some soup if you like." She whispered.

''that would be nice, thanks'' he nodded

it wasn't that he was THAT hungry but some warm soup would be nice

Violet grapped another bowl, pouring him some soup in. "Here." She mumbled, picking up Breson.

he took the bowl and blew a bit on the steaming soup, he never liked hot soup
he tasted some and it wasn't a bad taste, not at all

She walked to Breson's room, putting him to sleep and then walked over to the crib, setting Stella in it.

he was still laddling soup when she got up and ushered her youngest ones to bed
it was surprising that someone that had seemed to have no kind bone in her could be so gentle when dealing with her children
guess not many see this side of her

Violet put Heredity to bed before walking back into the living room, laying on the couch with her eyes closed.

once he finsihed his soup he just sat there akwardly, not knowing what to do or what was expected from him

when all her children were in bed she returned and lay down on the couch

he hesitated for a moment before clearing his troath and asking a question
''you know, something has been plagueing my mind. It isn't common knowledge that Voldemort has a daughter, is it? I certainly never heard about it, didn't even know he was capable of loving a woman. Speaking of which, do you know your mother?''

he feared the answer a little but his curiosity had won out