Licky, licky nom!

Michelle was in the Three Broomsticks, unfortunately. She really did despise these kind of places; nice, friendly places. There was nothing grosser. But, why was she here if she hated the place so much? Simply because she was hoping to run into a certain student. One which had been playing on her mind a lot lately.

As soon as the sun had gone down Michelle had ventured out of her club and headed straight for the pub,hoping Lee would have snuck out, it seemed like something he'd do: Sneak out from school at the night.

Michelle sat at the bar and ordered a vodka. As she waited for her drink to arrive she lowered the hood on her cloak, and let her slightly tinted red eyes scan her surroundings. She'd fed last night so she was quite content with her hunger, thought having recently fed never had stopped her from snacking on a human before. She really was a thirsty little thing.

Maybe she would have been better going into the Hog's head, that place seemed more fitting for Lessandro, and it was more fitting for Binxy.

When Michelle's drink was placed down in front of her, she snapped out of her thoughts over the Hog's head and looked to the barmaid, who was just standing there staring at Michelle. "What?" she asked a little coldly, she did 't realize the barmaid was wanting payment for the drink.

Summer was such a beautiful season and Kay loved it. But it was quite saddening that the students of Hogwarts were forced into their house common rooms by an early curfew of seven pm when really the sun was barely gone. But Kay didn't honestly care, she camped out in random hide outs with her friends all over hogwarts. And even now that she wasn't with Lee, she felt more at a stance with freedom embracing her all around.

But since the nights were becoming later with the sun setting early late at around nine it was no wonder that she was not in her dorm in this summer breeze. But tonight it was quite nice out, even in the warm breeze which was quite nice to the normal chilly one as she walked along the nearly deserted narrow street of hogsmeade village slipping into the also nearly deserted three broomsticks, compared to the packed one during the day time especially in this time of year for social gatherings and in the winter.

So as soon as the woman behind the bar serving the night shift she ordered a butterbeer, she didn't really notice the woman, whom she had no idea was a vampire, sitting at the other end of the bar from where she was. Since she didn't really pay attention to her surroundings. Not like she used to anyways.

When the barmaid informed Michelle she was waiting for payment, she simply replied "oh..." then paid the woman, "jeez. It's like you don't trust me or something" she added smirking internally but looking quite put out on the outside.

The barmaid was right not to trust Michelle, she might not have looked too shady. But when an extremely pale looking young woman, who has never been in the pub before walks in, and is wearing nothing but dark clothing, black hair, has a weird dark look to her eyes, you're not going to trust her. Even if her (vampire) beauty says something different,it says you can trust her.

After paying Michelle turned her attention back to her drink, she slid her pale fingers around the glass then took a sip. As she took her sip the door to the pub had opened, and a light warm breeze had guided the young girl's scent who'd walked in over in Michelle's direction. Michelle's eyes closed as she could smell good blood, "mmmm" she muttered then opened her eyes to look back to the girl.

Daintily she sipped on her purchased infamous drink through a straw, her hazel eyes constantly casted down and kept pre-occupied as not to caputure anyone else's attention. Absent mindly she followed the random patterns that the wood had to offer, drawing twirling shapes with her finger and moving her head from side to side gently. But it dawned upon her, as her head became to a stop, that she had a burning sensation that she was being, well, watched.

Raising her eyes cautiously to observe her surroundings she saw instantly the older woman at the bar and felt slightly alarmed, thought she did not know as why. Besides, it might not even be her who was looking at her...right? Raising her eyebrow lightly she cast her eyes back down, and with her free hand under the table, out of sight and on her lap she crossed them. Keeping quiet was always best.

When the girl had looked over to Michelle, she continued staring, she needed to taste this girl's blood. But these was this gnarling feeling she had in her head that told her she wasn't going to be tasting this girl's blood tonight, or any time soon. Michelle would be trying her hardest to prove this feeling wrong.

Slowly she got up, (slow as in extreme slow motion for Michelle, but normal slow speed for any human who could see,) and made her way over to the vacant stool next to the girl. Michelle faced the front of the bar listening to the girl's heart beat, it sounded amazing as it made her blood pump through her veins. So good she had to close her eyes for a moment and just focus on the sound.

Eventually Michelle opened her eyes and with an extremely sharp, black painted finger nail, she began to tap it lightly on the side of her glass, causing a light dinging noise. "Evening, princess" she said while still looking forward over the bar, and tapping her nail against the glass, "isn't it a bit late for you to be out?"

If Kay had been looking at the woman and what she was doing, standing up it seemed to sit nearer to where she was sitting she would have immediately have played a game of musical chairs. Sadly this was not the case as she brought her eyes to meet the newcomer who had been seated a few seats away before.

"Sup," she said when the woman greeted her rather... boldy, as if she were scared off nothing. KayDee could imagine the rather humourous scene of her prancing around Naked and then riding a unicorn. Bahaha, but no. Now was not the time to think such childish iaginations. Smirking a little though after and especially at her question she simply asked, "Does it look like I'm four too you?"

"Oh, rudeness do I detect?" she asked while tilting her head slightly to the side in a curious manner, "if you're referring to the Princess comment. That's out of habit from hanging around with my brother Jonathan way too much over the years" she giggled, thinking about Johnny.

But Michelle soon went all serious, as if in a bipolar way. "I hate rudeness, I hate it with a fiery passion. The last person who was rude to me ended up with a broken neck" she said, in a way hinting for the young girl next to her to be more ... Nice.

"Hmm," she hummed lightly, a sort of humourous tone to it as she brang her mouth to the straw with a small smile, before continuing, "If you want it like that. I call it sarcasm," before drinking more of her butterbeer, a few more big, long sips from her straw should prove it finish. So for now she would save it. "But no, I was referring to the question," she answered simply.

"Then again, I weren't being rude," shrugging a little, playing down a smile itching to be shown. "But that sounds lovely," meh, oh well what could she do in a public open space? Then again maybe couldn't care less about the authority. And besides, Kay did have her wand kept with her. Just incase. It would be wholly stupid to leave it in Hogwarts now.

Michelle leaned in closely to the girl, and with a single finger she raised it to the side of the girl's neck. "I will tell you what I could do..." she started having heard the girl's thoughts.

"I could slit your throat?" she whispered while dragging her finger nail down the girl's neck. Michelle hardly used any effort when she dragged her nail, but given how sharp her nails naturally are, and how strong they are, she managed to cut the skin lightly... That is, if KayDee didn't pull away.

"But in response to your comment, over my question. No you don't look four, and sarcasm is another way of rudeness, if not worse!"

"Woah, woah, woah!" she exclaimed, leaning back into her chair since it had a back the moment she brought her hand close to her face. "I didn't even ask what you could do!" she said anxiously, in reality she had no idea in Merlin's head that she found out that she was thinking that few questions.

"Aw why thanks sweety," she said with a small grin which instantly went missing at her other words. "Hmm, I was more like more humour, yeah..." her voice trailing off as she finished her butterbeer which she picked of the counter and sipping it down. Since her throat had suddenly gone all dry for some reason.

When Michelle was called sweety, her fangs slowly began to come out, her lips stayed closed so this wouldn't be noticeable. However, Michelle wanted it to be noticeable, which she'd make happen soon enough. Speaking quietly she said "you did ask me what I could do", she lied and made sure her fangs didn't show, not yet anyway. "Don't you remember?" she asked then smiled a little, the tips of her fans now started to show, but it probably wasn't that noticeable yet.

Michelle moved so she was as close to KayDee as she could be now, she was practically sitting on the girls lap, or would be if she moved any closer. "And by the way, if you call me sweety again...I'll grab you by the hair and slam your face down onto the bar", now she smiled widely letting her fangs totally show.

"No...I didn't," she slowly said, frowning a little, Raising her eyebrow a little at her odd actions...maybe she was sick? Ah well like it mattered anyway. Nah, not realy.

When she moved closer to her, she edged back to the side, keeping her own private space. "Sadistic much?" she asked, a wary voice to now match her wary gaze as she studied the fangs. "Interesting teeth," she noted, nodding lightly.

"All the better to bite you with, my dear" she said while sliding off the bar stool and moving behind the girl. She hissed ever so lightly down the side of the girl's neck then leaned in closer.

Michelle's lips were now right by the girl's ear (unless she moves?) and she said letting her cold breath brush lightly against her ear "...Did you know, I could grab you and have you out in the nearest alley way quicker than you could squeak for help? Vampires like me have the most amazing abilities". She paused, just so she could stroke a finger gently down the side of KayDee's neck,right under her ear "...We can do whatever we want".

At her words, just ablout audible Kay held back a shiver. The words reminded her of the old muggle fairytale that she used to read (given the fact her parents weren't pureblood supremists to the point they hated muggle) but it did remind her and what had happened. Only this time it was...well....more to say a vampire.

When Michelle's breath graced her neck as she continued to speak she let out a soft gasp, her Hazel eyes widening. She fidgeted when the vampire touched her, as if she didn't want her too. And well, she didn't if she were truely honest. She bit her lip a little and looked at her. "Interesting..out of curiousity though are the stories about garlic and shizzle true then?" she asked, genuinely serious. Not that she planned anything. It weren't like she was a french person going around france with a whole stick of garlic wound around her throat, aye?

Michelle looked over to the bar staff when they cleared their throat loudly to get Michelle's attention, she rolled her eyes and sat back down on her stool. "I wasn't going to kill her... Just have a little taste" she said smiling innocently at the bar staff then turned her attention back to the young girl.

"Garlic!?" she snorted lightly in a little laugh, "this isn't a fairy tale sweetie. This is real life, garlic is just an urban legend. The only thing that kills us is fire and sun light. And of course the decapitation of our head".

Reaching a hand out to the girl again, Michelle scraped her nail along the side of Kay's neck, but not hard enough to cut her, and asked "why? Was you planning to ask me out to dinner, then order us a garlic pizza?"

Even though she was in the presence of a vampire, Kay felt abnormally fine. If not...eerily calm by this fact. Ah, well. Not that she minded but hey, even after that little incident it could have become a different situation and still could. Though she did raise and eyebrow and pursed her lips lightly at the words of the immortal person within her presence in responce to the person working at the bar.

"Fire, its lovely," she murmured taking her wand and silently issueing the spell but allowed it to be short lived. She stuffed it back into her cloack pocket and gazed as she had finished talking. "Why do you keep touching my neck?" she asked, bringing her neck to the side a bit to bring it away from her touch. So far so good. Though this time it was her turning to have a little laugh though this time she held it back though she did want to oh so bad. This vampoo was funny! "Your quite amusing," she noted airily, a small smile daring upon her lips now. "It's a compliment before you start up again," bringing both arms up in defence. "Just saying."

As small as the fire was, and as short as it's life was, Michelle gave a horribly loud hiss to seeing it. "ARE YOU FUCKING MAD!!?" She shouted then hissed once more, "what are you doing conjuring fire when you're around a vampire, idiot!" Michelle could see this being another wand she was going to end up breaking, followed by the girl's neck.

Hearing the little compliment from KayDee caused Michelle to raise an accusing eye brow. She did wonder if that was an insult, but luckily KayDee informed Michelle it was a compliment. "Erm ... Thank you, I think" she replied then scratched her head looking a little confused. She was confused to why the girl would give her a compliment.

"Why are you complimenting me?" she asked trying to feed her curiosity.

When she suddenly shouted out loud she barely flinched though it was quite sudden so to say. "Lucky I'm not the sort of person that would kill you, despite what you did," she said and smiling sweetly. "Others aren't like me and who knows you might even be faced by someone who wouldn't care and produce dark magic fire," serious this time. She didn't know why she was feeling concerned it just happened.

She giggled at her confusement, "You make it sound as if you've never received one before," she said glancing at her. "Why? Am I not allowed to?" she asked her curiously, tilting her head to one side. "So whats your name? I'm KayDee," giving her name and wondering if vampires even had names. Or if they changed there identity when they got changed into their immortal self.

Michelle frowned deeply at the young girl's words. But that frown didn't last very long. Soon Michelle giggled, kind of in a mad/crazy manner, and said "oh please! There is no one out there who can kill me", over confident much? "and if there is someone out there who could kill me, and does kill me. My family will avenge my death. Someone could walk in here now and kill me, I would die happy, as I know my brothers would never rest until who ever did it was dead".

Now back to her normal, saner seeming self, she smiled at KayDee and said "don't you worry your pretty little head about who wouldn't care about killing me. I'm not worried about such things, so why should you be? Death is part of life, and though I love the the 'life' I have, I wouldn't care if I died tonight or tomorrow or whenever. My life should have ended four years ago when I was turned into this". Then again, she would be kind of pissed if she died for real........But she wouldn't admit that aloud.

Over the compliment, Michelle giggled a little to herself. "Oh I've received compliments before, but never from a female" she replied with a twisted little smirk on her face, "and never have I received a compliment over my ... Personality, well, except if you include that one time this guy called me a crazy, psychotic bitch, right before I ripped his throat out with my teeth". As she finished her sentence she gave KayDee the most innocent smile she could, being called a crazy, psychotic bitch was a true compliment to her, at least when she was in the middle of killing someone.

"KayDee?" she repeated, "that's an unusual name.... But I like it. I'm Michelle, Michelle Binx".

At Michelle's responce to the whole killer suggestion at first, her eyes widened and she shifted back a little to the side, hesitant even. It was the fact that she was not expecting that responce was scary, she was thinking more of a 'in your face' approach to her words. Instead, she though, she preferred this reproach because it was sooo less scary that the other she was so far seeing. "I wouldn't mind have siblings, being an only child is soooo boring," she said, sitting up a little straighter than before.

"Mhmm," she responded to everything she said about life and death, not sure how to go about it, "Enlightening," was her response. She didn't know what to say about all of it. So for now she kept quiet, looking at her, as if expecting something to happened to her from michelle. As for her explaination to the compliment question she nervously laughed. She wasn't sure if she did find it funny or not. Ahh well.

"Thanks," she smiled, "its nice to meet you Michelle, even though it wasn't to the greatest of starts," she said with a shy smile.

Seeing KayDee's reaction over the whole killing thing made Michelle smirk a little on the out side, but internally she was practically giggling, gleefully. She liked seeing people behave a little taken aback or put out, or any way negative. Especially when people were full of fear. That always made their scents smell all the sweeter to Michelle.

Over the mention of the lack of siblings on KayDee's side, Michelle tilted her head curiously to the side. "No siblings?" she asked, "oh how ... Terrible, for you. As much as I adore my siblings -I did turn them after all, that shows just how much I love them-" that's what Michele believed: Turning her brothers meant she loved them that much. "I know it's not always blissful having siblings, so who knows, maybe you got a lucky escape? Perhaps if you were given siblings, your life might have for the worse and you'd have preferred the boring life".

Once again Michelle's head tilted to the side in a curious manner, this time over how their meeting didn't start off very well. "What do you mean?" she asked appearing to be oblivious to what KayDee was talking about, of course she knew what the girl meant. "I think our meeting started off wonderfully" she added with a little smirk, "perhaps it would have been a better start if I had gone ahead and just bit you?"