Lightning War

Part 3: Lightning Strikes

Hermione stopped eatting her meal. "I knew it. Shameless flirt! How dare you?" She smiled at him then tryed to act as if she was mad.

Jacob just played along, trying to find out the relationship of the two. "Aw, Hermione, I can't help it. You are so beautiful!" This was pure sarcasum from him. He would say things like this to her only when he needed to pull an all nighter.

Hermione offered him help everytime he asked. "You are so full of it. If I am not too busy, I will be there or I will get someone who can." Curtainly, if Malfoy killed her she would have no time to do either.

Jacob looked at her in a worried look. He knew that many immortals did not last their first few years. The young ones are always a target for other older immortals. Any older immoral that just wanted a quick power fix could kill a younger, less intellegent immortal swiftly. "Who?" If she was not there in the libary he would have to fallow her.

Hermione ate some more food from her plate. Then she gave a small smile to Jacob. She wandered if he was going to order anything. "Are you going to eat or not?" He did strake her as quit hansom. Though handing around in the libary only seem more into books than a young lady such as herself.

"I am picking up my food." He went to get his food from the lady at the counter. Hermione ate the rest of her meal. Then she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and called Duncan. She asked him if he could help Jocab with some research, if she did not come home. He sounded worried, but agreed. Then she pushed the off button on her cell phone and closed it placing it into her pocket.

She looked at Draco with her big brown eyes. "Are you finished?" He looked angry but not as angry as before, more of a bored look. He had intented to kill her before she ate. However, he decided that she should have a last meal. He would not want that mudblood girl -- no women -- salivating all over his wand, if that was even possible. Eww, Granger germs.

No matter what he is going to kill her. There is no Duncon to help her. She is alone. "Yes. Let us go outside. I would not want to disturb these custumers." She looked around one last time watching as the watress served a couple right away. Then, she picked up her coat and proceeded to put it on.

He nodded. "That is where I intended to take you." Draco let her finish putting on her coat and walked after her. After, having to watch her eat he did not want to loose her.

She walked outside with him to a back alley. Then, she realized that dieing by the killing curses would hurt much more than her first death. She closed her eyes waiting for Draco to kill her. Draco just stood there in front of her. Her breath slowed as she relaxed. "Do it." She knew that he was much faster than she had been when they went to school. This fact made her think that he could have gotten faster, yet. Who was to say how a evil wizard was trained anyway? She had not even read one book on the subject.

Then a thought poped into her mind. She imagened the title, 'Voldermort's how to kill- a begainners guide.'

Malfoy did not move. "Granger, I am not without my sense of pride. Use your wand." He wanted her to at least try to protect herself. Granger must have had some in this last months or even years. It was wrong of him to assume but he wanted a challange. He did not want to have to kill some week mudblood after looking all over for her. The mudblood he wanted to kill was the strong vocal women that he hated in school. This women looked week and did not seem have any will to live at all.

Wand? Would he let her use try to use a wand? She went for her wand but when she heard thunder and lightning striking the ground. Was she close to a quickning. No! Not, now! Her cover would be blown and she had not even taken the head. She could not even sence anyone fighting. Sucide? Sometimes Immorals did not want to leave forever. Was that right? Or, some evil force could be killing them. A moral could have gotten lucky and cut the head of the immoral. (In Highlander the series: If a certain breed of immortal cutes off another immorals head he/she get the power of the dead immortal, along with the memorys that the immoral once had in there lifetime.)

Draco noticed her eyes well up with fear. That is what he wanted, he did not expect to see what happened next. She was hit by lightning. He witnessed her body tremble under the shock. "Granger!" He shouted in pain and anger. How could lightning rob him of killing her himself?

She felt the electricity force it's way though her body. She just screamed as memories of a man flashed before her eyes. She did not even know the man but felt his sadness. When the lightning stopped she dropped to her knees. Her body now struggled to keep from falling hard to the ground. She stuggled to get to her feet. 'This is wait quicking fells like,' she though to herself as she was on the edge of blacking out.

"Granger?" He looked concerned but it was unfortunetly she did not see this.

She caught his eye and she took a deep breath. Then another, until she was breathing slowly again. She looked at her wand. She had never before experenced a quickening that sad and it not only saddened her but gave her a thurst for power. This feeling of power frightened her. "Do it." She just closed her eyes again until she fell someone touch her arm.

"Granger, use you wand," She did not respond. She waited for him to kill her. He wanted to kill her, just not as she layed in his arms. She looked calmer than before the quickning. Her body and mind gave a unspoken language that begged for death. He wanted her to fight back or may be just to fight him. Again he thought, 'This was not the Granger from school.' He did not know her to be scared.

Hermione felted her stumach turn. "Malfoy, I would stand back if I were you. I am about to throw up." She ran to the side of the alleyway, held her hair back and threw up. "Sorry." Now, she would die with throw-up in her hair. 'Just great,' she thought to herself.

"Should we reschedule?" He looked more concerned. Just then she spotted Jacob out of the corner of her eye. As he saw her stairing at him, he walked up to her. Draco just stood there. What else could he do? He did not want witnesses that knew he was with her before the murder.

Jacob helped her walk. "Are you alright? Hermione, what happened?" He hooked an arm around her waist, so that she could lean against him. Jacob looked sturnly at Draco.

She looked at him. "I thought you where going home." She tryed not to thow up again.

"I forgot my liter of Pepsi." He gave her over to Draco. "Take care." Both looking stunned, looked at each other than Draco proceded to support Hermione's weight.

She leaned on Draco for support a little more. "Where do you live?" He moved her closer to him so that she would not fall down. Killing her now would make his seem like the same spineless cowd that he had been back in school.

"Close." He picked her up into his arms and received a gasp from Hermione. Her body acked from before and the surpise of being picked up by her enemy did scare her.

"I will take you home." He brushed a hair out of her eye being carful not to touch the any of the throw-up in her hair.

She directed him to her home and he saw that she was safe. Her thoughts when to Jacob. Since when does he forget anything? A liter of Pepsi? He must be jealous of Malfoy.

On the way home Draco passed a random church. He thoughs begain to wander to the day when his sire died. Holding Granger tighter he moved quicker to get her help faster. He need to get his mind strait and when he finally did it was to late. He had taken Granger home.

Duncan answered the door and took Hermione. Malfoy just followed the man. "Hermione, what happened?" He placed her on the couch. As her head hit the couch pillow she realised that there was still thow-up in her hair.

Hermione now sitting on the couch, looked at Duncan. "Lightning hit me." She pointed to her burnt pant leg.

Draco attempted to explain. "I was standing in front of her than lightning came from the sky. I brought her back to you." He studed the man further, desiding that the man was not much older then thirty-four years of age.

Duncan looked angry. "Was she running from something or someone at the time?" His eyes met Hermione's in a cold stare. He might be losing a student if she had just taken a head in his training time with her. After that happened, the student would be on their own. Ducan did not want another student to leave, even if he had very little room for her in the first place.

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