The Rightful Heir of Slytherin (Year 6 - Book 1)

Ch16: Beware The...

As Valentina sinks her fangs into the maid's neck, Dumbledore tenses. I can tell that it's bothering him but as he refrains from commenting I return the favour by staying silent. Instead, the rest of our party merely continues eating though both Alastor and Dumbeldore stop halfway through their meals. They're likely put off by the sight of Valentina dining on blood before their very eyes but as I am not affected...

Me: Try not to drink her dry.

Valentina breaks from drinking upon hearing that.

Valentina: I...I'm sorry.

Me: Don't tell that to me. I couldn't-

Alastor: I'm curious, did the Minister really not tell either of you about the fact that you'll be living with her?

Me: I thought we were going to board-

Dumbledore: Yes, well. You'll still need a place to stay during the holidays.

Me: I have money.

Alastor: Money won't hide the fact that the sheer danger your existence brings would warrant locking you in the deepest depths of Azkaban and tossing away the key.

Me: You'd lock me up?

Alastor: Who wouldn't?

Me: Why?

Alastor: Amongst the long list of reasons? A witch capable of subjugating a vampire the strength of Valentina would-

Dumbledore: In any eventuality, Ms. Sarea, you'll start living with the Minister come this winter holiday.

Both Valentina and I fall silent at that. It's one thing to pretend she's our mother. It's another thing entirely to simply move in with her. I've only ever interacted with her in public and I've had far too many bad experiences to willingly put myself in danger again.

Me: What's the estate like?

Alastor: Hmm?

Me: The Estate. The maids mentioned-

Alastor: Ah. It's big.

Me: That tells me nothing.

Alastor: It's a maze.

Ignoring Alastor, I turn to face the maids only to find one assisting the other in bandaging the bitemarks left behind by Valentina's fangs.

Me: Valentina, you forgot to heal her.

Valentina turns towards the girl but she's already finished fixing up and is about to stand when I notice how pale her skin looks. It's clear that she's about to faint but rather than speaking out, I communicate the fact to Val who just about catches her in time.

Me: Why not bring her back?

Maid#1: That won't be necessary. We-

Me: Think nothing of it.

Maid#1: But-

I motion with my head to Val and after some hesitation, she gets going. As I watch her leave, Alastor comes to sit by my side.

Alastor: Are you sure that's a good idea, princess?

Me: You don't trust me?

Alastor: Vampires are...well, let's hope you never have to find out.

Me: If you're worried about her draining the girl dry, she won't. 

Alastor: I'll take your word for it.

Valentina's POV:

I messed up bad this time...I just know it. That's the only reason why she'd send me away, isn't it? After all, I failed to perform the most basic duties in front of Alastor and Dumbledore. I'm sure they're grilling her over my actions in my absence.

Sigh

Hopefully they aren't too mad by the time I get back.

Maid: Are you feeling well, milady? You can put me down-

Huh?

Me: I'm fine.

Maid: I...do you love Miss Sarea?

Me: What?

Maid: My...forgive me for speaking-

Me: Why would you think that?

Maid: Well, it's just that you two seem rather close...perhaps even intimate.

I suppose we have been rather close, haven't we. I mean, I feel perfectly comfortable even when naked around her and she's the very same. I've never thought much about it though. It just felt natural. Then there is the fact that she's my "master" and we've spent what amounts to centuries together...

Maid: I spoke out of turn again, didn't I?

Me: Oh...not necessarily. I was just lost in thought.

She eyes me suspiciously before forcing herself out of my grasp. I'm caught off-guard but do manage to release her in time to prevent both of us from falling to the ground. As I straighten my clothes, however, she walks over to the room door within the inn we've stopped at per her instructions.

Maid: If something bothering you, milady, perhaps I can help take it off your mind?

Me: Hmm?

She turns to face me, back against the door as her hand snakes its way towards the lock. 

Maid: Perhaps we can start with a massage?

Me: A massage?

Maid: Down here...

As she speaks, she slowly moves her free hand down her stomach until it passes out of view between her legs. 

Oh my...

I gulp upon realising what she means and, after a quick glance around to see if anyone's watching us, my lips crash against hers.