The Dark Lords Daughter

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Romina's P.O.V

I woke up to the smell of blood. Before I even had a chance to control myself, I ran out of the room on a rampage to find the source.

Jumping down the stairs and darting around the corner, I saw Severus with a knife in his hand. He was making dinner, but cut himself while cutting the potatoes.

Before he could react, I lurched forward and tackled him to the ground. After shivering to the sound of his pulse, my fangs slid into his tender flesh and I began to suck every last drop of blood. Once satisfied, I sat back and screamed myself awake.

"Severus?" I called from my bed, but no answer. I waited a few moments before calling louder, but still nothing. Frantic, I jumped up and slammed open every door, yelling for him... Nothing.

I got downstairs when I breathed in the scent of his blood. There were spots everywhere! With tears in my eyes, I screamed, "Severus!"

"Why are you yelling?!" He came up from the basement.

Relieved, I wrapped my arms around him and cried more, not realizing Draco was behind him, "what happened?"

He shoved me off, but I didn't care, "I thought... I had a nightmare that I... And when I woke up... There's blood everywhere!"

"Calm down, Mina," Draco stepped around Severus, "he probably bled more when he brought you upstairs."

"So, I didn't...?" I hoped to God I didn't bite him.

"No." Draco quietly replied.

I took a deep breath and looked at Severus who had no expression, "I'm... I'm sorry about the cut and then almost attacking you... Again... Also, I apologize for jumping on you like that. I was just so relieved that I didn't hurt you! In my nightmare... You looked-"

"Don't," he breathed. "You do not need to relive it. I saved some dinner for you. Eat and go back to bed."

He turned and motioned Draco back down to the basement. I assumed he had some sort of lab down there, but shrugged and reluctantly did as he said, slightly stomping up to my room. Despite feeling bad, I hated being told what to do.

I was glad I listened, though, as I passed out almost immediately. The next week or two was lonely as I only saw him in the morning's. Once Draco arrived, they stayed in the basement well past me going to bed. However, I noticed a shift in his attitude after the night I had my frenzy. Every morning he would ask if I had enough to eat, drink, how I felt, and if I was comfortable or needed anything. Granted, he still sounded cold and distant, but it's the thought that counts, right?

"You look rather... Pale." Severus stated after breakfast one day.

"Maybe it's from being locked in this damn house all day? Can't I go out? Please?!"

"No."

"Why not? It's not like I'm going to destroy what's left of this town!"

"I am curious, does sunlight not hurt?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm still human, so not really. But I admit, it irritates me beyond comparison and I feel more relaxed at night." I rubbed my arm, calming at the thought of night.

"Food? Sleep?"

"Well, Mr Nosy, I don't need either. I choose to sleep to pass the time and it does help when dealing with the sun. I don't need food, but like I said, I am still human and love the taste. The only thing I absolutely need is blood, but I think that's more for control or my natural instincts would take over. I'm sure I could survive if I were denied blood, but I obviously would never test that theory." I lightly laughed, but he kept staring.

"Very well, Draco informed me there are several death eaters on the hunt for you, but they don't refer to themselves as that anymore. They call themselves The Dark Knights." I snorted when he gave me a glare, "I am sure you will find it hilarious when they torture you near death."

I looked down before he continued, "as I was saying, they are like a brotherhood. They refer to each other as brother and sister; their leader is unknown." He stood up and retrieved a book, hinting at my dismissal.

"Fantastic." I muttered as I stood and walked to the bathroom. I was in dire need of a bath, more so for relaxation.

As I sat in the warm tub, the sudden thought of Severus invaded my mind. It didn't start off sexual, it was more admiration. He wasn't doing all this because he was ordered to, he still had a choice. He even admitted he cared. He retrieved blood for me, didn't blame me for my outbursts that could've killed him, and even took care of me without complaint. I wasn't giving him enough credit and despite the awful jerk he seemed to be, there was something more deep inside.

I loved his intelligence. Although, I could never compare, along with the power. I may have more power, but he had more control on how to use his power and could probably kill me in a duel if he truly wanted to. He suffered all his life and he still wasn't free. He risked his life for people who would never think twice about him.

One thing he doesn't know, however, is that I once had an immunity to death if attempted by the Dark Lord. I had a gut feeling growing up, but Albus confirmed it when he first took me in. Voldemort's defeat was not the end of that immunity. The end occurred when I found out that Voldemort had planned to kill an innocent man and I willingly gave my immunity to that man without his knowledge. Fortunately, the immunity created a short term paralysis so that it seemed like he was actually dead.

Despite me saving his life, that was nothing compared to everything he continued to do for me. He risked his life, and sanity, everyday by caring for me and protecting me. He could have chosen to let someone else keep me safe, but he took on the role without hesitation. For years, he was thought of as scum as he played both sides and helped the Potter boy succeed. The man never got a break.

Without warning, admiration turned into something more... something deeper. I began to think about who he was as a man. Did he ever have a lover? What type of lover was he? Would he kiss my body with passion as he took in its beauty, or would he slam me over a table, fully clothed, and ravage me from behind?

I felt aroused at the thought of both. I knew he had the power to turn me on with just his voice if I let it, but with him being in the same house as me, it was a bit embarrassing. I hadn't thought a lot about him in that way for quite some time, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how his fingers would enter me.

His long fingers weren't slim, but they weren't too thick, either. They would do wonders feeling the inside of my walls, which is what I felt my own fingers doing. I couldn't help but gasp as I realized the pleasure that was pulsing from my clit, begging me to touch it. I obliged and circled my thumb over the swollen nub. My free hand found its way to my left breast, massaging until my hardened nipple begged for attention.

My fingers twisted and pinched it while my fingers explored deeper. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, because warding and charming the door wasn't relevant at the moment. My mind was gone with the pleasure of my work, pretending Severus was lying behind me, doing these things to me.

It wasn't long before I exploded with ecstasy and moaned out Severus' name, becoming fully aware of what just happened when he burst through the door.