Bloodlust

Chapter XIV

It was midnight, and Hermione's face was still pasted on the book she was reading. Turns out the old book she thought was useful wasn't really that helpful. There were several pages torn out.

Hermione massaged her forehead as she lay on her bed. Her head's been aching like hell reading for hours but got nothing.

"This is useless. I can't use this!" She complained and whined, taking a pillow to her face.

Her frustration and irritation toward herself seemed to fume in her veins. She hated herself for wasting too much time on her sadness instead of finding ways to escape. She thought of it, but she never thought of finding out if she was able to walk past those enormous gates. She felt stupid and useless.

She sobbed against the pillow on her face. Her body spasmed with all the pent-up emotions.

"You're so useless!" She yelled under the pillow and began hitting herself on the chest.

She might have earned Narcissa's trust but never did anything to try and escape. She allowed her fear and weakness to rule her and wasted her time on it. As she cried, her mind was loaded with thoughts about Ginny, Ron, George, Luna, Romilda, Seamus, Neville, and everyone she needed to rescue. The amount of time she wasted would've allowed her to escape, only if she did not stroll around being useless.

It took her a long run of twenty-six minutes to calm down. She hugged herself as she stared blankly at the book and the piles of Daily Prophet on her bed with her.

One thing she realized as well. She never heard Malfoy's footsteps outside. She glimpsed at the clock almost 2 am, and he wasn't home yet.

The night was silent and seemed peaceful. Narcissa's not home yet. She had been with Lucius to arrange things for the upcoming elections. The whole family was busy, leaving her unattended at home.

Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat. Her whole body felt tense as she ran to her closet, searching for a bag she could use.

She foraged her closet and eventually found a small bag that was enough to fit her necessities. She somehow wished to have a wand to at least cast an extension charm on it.

It may seem like a foolish move to escape without a plan, but being unattended at the manor is one-time luck that she must take.

After gathering a few things, she went to the bathroom to look for the first aid kit.

There was only a bottle of blood replenishing potion inside the first aid kit with some sealed packs of clean bandages and gauze. She wondered where all the other stuff went, and then she remembered the times Malfoy attacked her. They used all of her first aid kit supplies to aid her injuries.

She shrugged the thoughts away and loaded her bag with the remaining first aid materials.

Her lungs felt awfully tight as she felt unsettled by her sudden decision.

She knew she was being foolish and careless. A muggle-born with mouthwatering blood wandering around wandless and alone in a place now inhabited by vampires, she might not last a day walking alone.

A part of her wanted to stay and plan a better escape strategy, but her guilt seemed to choke her the longer she stayed there doing nothing.

Hermione wrapped her neck with a scarf, hoping it would help conceal her strong scent.

She wanted to wear shorts, but she believed her scent would spread if she exposed her skin. Hermione ended up wearing a pair of tight denim jeans, a black v-neck shirt, a black jacket, and black trainers she found in her closet.