A Very Interesting Pairing

[Valentine Lebeau]

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For Cecilia Laille

Slithering along the streets in Paris at night, Miss Valentine Lebeau rolled her violet eyes after performing at a concert nearby. He pale fingers were almost as white as the ivory keys they danced on and contrasted heavily with the strapless black dress she wore aside from the white ribbon that wrapped around her hips. Her black hair dropped down to her shoulders and her lips were a soft pink as she wandered the streets of Paris. Her black heels clacked with the pavement below her as she began to head home. She had nothing planned for the night surprisingly. No one to sip blood from and no one to seduce into a stupor. Instead she was planning on a quiet night at home. That was until she stopped dead in her tracks in the soft glow of a streetlight nearby. A very interesting aroma slithered into her nostrils which caused her to lose complete train of thought. It seemed to be blood, but this wasn't anything she'd ever tasted before. It was strange, and the smell hard to describe, but the same robust scent of blood was mixed with it. Curiosity got the better of her and soon her violet eyes snapped around looking for the source.

[Cecilia Laille]

Cecilia could have kicked herself. She couldn't believe her own rotten luck. "Trust you!" She snapped at herself. Just trust you to go and get left behind, she thought furiously. The Sixth Year had managed to miss the coaches back to school after their day in Paris' answer to Diagon Alley; Sorcière Voie. The Metamorphagus rounded a corner. She was heading towards Les Jambes de la Grenouille, so she could at least have a Vin d'Ange while she sent her Patronus out and waited for someone from school. Most likely it would be the caretaker. Cecilia shuddered. She wished she could use her Metamorph abilities to get back into school without being noticed missing. She'd be in so much trouble. But then she remembered how she hated her abilities and the pain and heart break they had already caused her. Stepping into the alley containing the tavern, Cecilia stopped dead. There was another woman already here.

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Sorcèire Vale - Witch Way
Les Jambes de la Grenouille - The Frog's Legs
Vin d'Ange - Angel Wine

Feel free to change any names you dislike :-)

[Valentine Lebeau]

Looking to the young girl, the vampiress looked to her examining her, all the while her dark powers allowed her to slither into her mind. Though her lack of age and experience prevented her from seeing her true thoughts, she could still do some shallow digging. She could see this girl was distressed by something, but what? Betrayal? She couldn't tell, but the rage bottled inside her psyche seemed to indicate such. After taking a look at her the vampiress scoffed once before putting on a sly smile and speaking in her ringing alto.

"Well now. What's got your wand in a knot girlie?"

[Cecilia Laille]

Cecilia flinched and drew backwards slightly as the woman addressed her. "I missed the coaches back to school," She said, glumly. Cecilia was reluctant to give away too much information to a complete stranger, especially one she'd met in a hidden magical place. They'd all been warned, thousands of times. Literally. You never know who's a Death Eater. You never know who's working for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, they're all in England any way, right? This is France, so what were they all fussing about? Cecilia thought, once again frustrated and annoyed at the pressure and constant nagging her elders subjected her to. But in this strange (and Cecilia had to admit, slightly eerie woman), Cecilia was beginning to spy an opportunity for rebellion. A slight smirk fluttered across her lips as she began to realise how she could use this situation to get back at her parents. Maybe getting into trouble at school wouldn't be so bad. Maybe, just maybe, it might make them realise. Perhaps she could stay missing all night. Or just run away and not go back? Finally, she made her decision. Offering the woman a warm, friendly smile, Cecilia stepped forwards into the light, allowing the stranger to see her more clearly, and said, "I'm Cecilia. Of the dreaded and most assuredly boring, Laille family. I'm the one that doesn't fit right," Cecilia grinned at her last phase. "How about you?"

[Valentine Lebeau]

Valentine couldn't help but let out a giggle at this girl. She was blunt and fierce, two qualities Valentine highly respected in a girl, especially one so young. Of course she kenw what it was like to be the odd girl out. She's been that way with the Fleur du Sang for ages. Looking to her, the vampiress smirked flashing her fangs in the moonlight as she spoke.

"Valentine Lebeau, another girl that doesn't fit quite right where she is. Let me guess. If you missed the coaches to school, you must go to Beauxbatons am I right? Only a place of class and elegance for a lady such as yourself."

Valentine took a few steps closer to this girl, responding to her in kind. This girl might not even be of age yet, or if she was she just turned. Even then she was walking around Paris at night with a strong attitude and a level mindset. Valentine couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something she liked about this girl. Though that smell radiating from her blood kept her from being able to focus on what it was.

[Cecilia Laille]

Cecilia pulled a face as the other woman laughed, seemingly at her. Folding her arms across her chest in typical Cecilia fashion, the young blonde waited for an introduction.

"LeBeau..." Cecilia mused out loud. "The name doesn't ring a bell... Not one of my parents' elite friends then - which makes me already very fond of you," She grinned, kindly this time. Anyone who wasn't constantly bigged up as being the type of person she should associate with, was exactly the type of person Cecilia wanted to associate with. Nodding, the Metamorphagus replied, "Oh yes, Beauxbatons for me - nowhere else is fit for the children of the King and Queen of Sheba, it seems," Cecilia said sarcastically. "I would've preferred Hogwarts actually, but of course my parents would have died rather than send me anywhere with Dumbledore in it."

Cecilia's sight was suddenly caught with a slight glint from the area of Valentine's mouth. The young NEWT student assumed that the woman just had particularly nice teeth that had caught the moonlight well.

[Valentine Lebeau]

Valentine smirked looking to this girl. Not only a strong attitude, but she had a sharp wit as well. Very nice. The vampiress looked to the Cecilia as her alto rang in the night air. She was very interested in this girl, but more so the girl's blood. Something was very off about her, but if Valentine could at least make her think about it, she might be able to get it out of her thoughts. As such the vampiress focused her dark power on scanning her mind. Her lack of age and experience made her unable to truly see her mind, but she would discover something amongst her psyche if she said the right thing. In any event Valentine let out a slight chuckle before speaking.

"Well of course princess. Beauxbatons is the nicest wizarding school in France. Definitely a classy place for elitists like us. Still, I have to disagree with your parents on Dumbledore. Sure he's a bit old for my taste, but hey I'm probably older than he is. Rather see him as Minister of Magic than that pudgy weirdo trying to keep me down."

With the Valentine turned but kept her head over her right shoulder as she moved her right hand gesturing Cecilia to come with her.

"Come on. I live nearby. Best to get you out of the cold."

Valentine wasn't normally one to give up her nightlife considering it was her only life, but she wanted to discover more about Cecilia, so offering her a bit of hospitality might help her trust the vampiress.

[Cecilia Laille]

Cecilia took a step backwards when Valentine mentioned being older than Dumbledore. She looked young enough to the young French girl. Puzzled, Cecilia hesitated. Her new acquaintance could be a vampire, or a veela maybe, or perhaps even a Metamorphagus like herself. It was this thought that clinched the deal for Cecilia. If Valentine was indeed another Metamorphagus, Cecilia's whole world might get just a little bit easier. But only a little bit, since her family were still her major issue in life. That and school work. NEWTs: hippogriffing, grindylowing NEWTs, Cecilia thought to herself in frustration. She really couldn't wait to be shot of school now.

Retracing the step she had just taken, Cecilia hesitated again. If she's not a Metamorphagus, she must be either a vampire or at least part veela. Either way, she was liable to be dangerous. Either way, Cecilia's parents (and most probably the school as well), would go Merlin on her if they ever found out. Just the fact that the woman was a complete stranger would make them go Merlin any way though. Sure, she could ask her outright now, before finding herself in the strange woman's home, but for once in her life, Cecilia really didn't care what happened. She decided to be reckless, just this once, and go against everything she'd ever been taught.

Cecilia smiled at the other woman. "Are you sure?" She said, moving towards her.

[Valentine Lebeau]

Valentine smirked as she walked down the dark Paris streets. This girl had a certain spark that Valentine not only respected, but liked and encouraged. Hell, she was following a vampiress to her unknown home in the middle of the night in one of the biggest cities of the world. Then again if she had the trace, it wouldn't be hard to find her if she cast a spell. Then again Valentine didn't plan on hurting her, but she was interested in what that scent in her blood was. Which meant she had to discover more. The vampiress flashed her fangs in the moonlight again as she spoke.

"Of course I'm sure Cece. Unless of course you're scared of a pretty little thing like me."

The nickname was a bit impromptu, but she felt that it had a certain ring to it. That also showed she had a level of trust and connection to the girl. Maybe a bit strong, but it could be exactly what she needed.

[Cecilia Laille]

Scared? What, me? Cecilia thought, outraged and making sure to let her scorn show on her face. She quickly followed it with a broad smirk though, hinting that she was only playing. The Sixth Year thought of her concerns as just that - concerns, as opposed to fear. She wasn't scared of vampires, veelas, Death Eaters and the like. She just hated the hassle she got when she got caught breaking the rules. But at this moment in time, Cecilia had snapped. She'd had enough, and now she didn't even care any more what happened as a consequence of breaking rules and being found out doing so. The Metamorphagus just wanted to wind her parents up now. To get back at them. To get even. To get revenge. Cecilia was only angry now, no longer aware of (or concerned about),results of her actions. Maybe this woman, whom Cecilia was beginning to consider a vampiress, rather than a veela, could help her out. "Tell me something, Val..." Cecelia responded to the lady's use of a shortened name for her, with her own pet name. "Do you know anything about revenge?" Cecilia asked, as she followed after her new friend, soon catching her up and falling into step beside her.

[Valentine Lebeau]

Valentine's face lit up and turned into a dark smile as she turned to the young girl with her. So young and already thinking about things like revenge. It of course was nothing new to Valentine. Her entire existence could be considered revenge against the entire male populous, though Val would see it as justice. She was taken off guard by being called Val, only ever hearing it when men were stupid enough to let her silver tongue and gentle touch disorient them. Her violet irises looked to the girl as she wandered down the Paris streets.

"Cece, I'm glad I met you tonight. I think you and I could become very good friends."

The vampiress looked to the young girl as she stopped in front of a small home. Seemed to be out of the ordinary on the outside, but it was rather large. She pushed open the small iron gate leading up to it, and smirked looking to the violet door with the iron knocker. She opened the door to a somewhat opulent foyer, clearly shown by the jet black walls ornate with golden designs of French origin. She smirked swinging her hand to gesture the young girl inside to her living room, set with two armchairs of blood red and a large couch between them, all three of them facing a fireplace with eerie green flames burning in a room with wall paper that looked like it was as blood red as the armchairs.

[Cecilia Laille]

Cecilia gaped at the decor as she followed her new friend into her home. A niggling little doubt seemed to engulf her as her pale blue eyes took in the combination of blood red and black. Well it's too late to back out now, she thought and stepped inside.

Caught off guard by the woman's interior design, Cecilia let her eyes travel the room, drinking everything in; a small, almost inaudible "Wow!" crossing her pinched lips.

[Valentine Lebeau]

Able to detect the excitement in her mind, Valentine smirked looking to the young girl. She certainly was an interesting one, and a girl with a desire for revenge and a fire to carry it out was a good girl in Valentine's book. Gesturing her toward the living room, Valentine smirked flashing her ivory fangs. She was very interested in what such a young girl could want with a revenge kick like that.

"Please, please, make yourself at home. You and I have quite a bit to discuss if you are asking about revenge. You're lucky you asked me though. You'll learn from the best."

[Cecilia Laille]

The young blonde took the seat she was offered, her eyes still captivated by the magnificence she saw before her. "This is very different to Beauxbatons... Did you ever go there?" Cecilia asked, absently. "If you did, you'll understand what I mean about wanting revenge. You see, its..." The sixth year paused, those warnings flashing across her mind again. Should she talk to Valentine this intimately? Should she let her guard down to a stranger she met in the street? Suddenly, Cecilia remembered - she was already sitting in the stranger's front room, what would be the point of being careful now? She'd already taken the biggest risk she could have. This woman could do absolutely anything to her now. But if she was going to, she would've done it by now, surely? I mean, no one would ever know... Cecilia thought. Nevertheless, a stroke of fear passed across the teenager's mind. What if Valentine liked to watch her victims reveal their inner souls before she cursed them into oblivion? Or what if she just didn't want to hear all the rubbish in my life? Cecilia thought, ashamed of herself.

[Valentine Lebeau]

"No actually. Before a certain man who will not be named decided to get cheeky with me ages ago, I knew nothing about magic. It wasn't until I had to get an ID that I got involved in the wizarding world. Now then sweetheart, what are you thinking?"

Valentine didn't need to know much. She was curious to see what Cecilia had bubbling in her head, but as far as she could tell it was surrounded by fear. Finally this young girl seemed to show the proper response to being confronted by a vampiress. Still, the young one had nothing to fear. Valentine had no intention of hurting her. Maybe a small nibble if she'd allow it so she could determine what that scent was, but she wouldn't turn her. In any case, Valentine let out a small giggle as she registered Cecilia's fear.

"Well now. I'm starting to think you are scared of a pretty little thing like me Cece."

[Cecilia Laille]

Cecilia flinched. "Are you reading my mind?" She blurted out before she could stop herself. Blushing furiously, she carried on, reasoning that it was too late to stop now. "My parents sent me there. This is my sixth year. I can't wait to leave, and I DEFINITELY can't wait to never go home to my parents again." She let out a long sigh. "But I have to this summer. Although I'm of age, it's impossible to support oneself over the summer when you haven't graduated." Cecilia pouted. "It's all this ettiquette rubbish that gets me. It's so ridiculous!!" As she began to feel the anger that always lay hidden deep within her, her features changed slightly - first her hair started to darken in colour from white-blonde to red; then her eyes flashed green; and finally, she seemed to grow and simply take up more space than before. Noticing her Metamorphagus abilities flaring up again, like some awful sickness she couldn't control, Cecilia swore loudly and said "Bother it!! Not again!!"

[Valentine Lebeau]

Valentine chuckled when Cecilia asked if she was having her mind read. It was partially true, but she continued on before Valentine could respond to the question. She looked at Cecilia a bit curiously though. Were her parent's the ones she wanted revenge on? If so why was that? Valentine couldn't help but wonder. However once Cecilia began to radically change her appearance, Valentine realized what the odd scent in her blood was. Smirking looking at her with a very lustful eye she spoke.

"My my my, you are full of surprises Cece."

[Cecilia Laille]

Cecilia scowled. Changing always infuriated her. She let out a big sigh. "You see?" The sixth year said, desperately. "This is what happens when I feel anything. Anything." Cecilia looked at her fingernails. "This is why... Why... Why everything!!" Hot tears welled up in the girl's eyes, but she choked them back. The lump in her throat had no business being there, so she swallowed it hard. And ended up choking instead.

[Valentine Lebeau]

Valentine frowned at the girl when she cried. She had something Valentine would kill for, or rather kill again for. Looking to the metamorphmagus with a pout, Valentine looked to her and sighed before she spoke. She wondered if Cecilia wanted revenge on her parents because she was a metamorphmagus with no control yet. If so, then she would need time to focus it. After all she was old enough that her parents must have taught her something about control. If not then Valentine would have to dig up some old contacts.

"Sweetie, all I see is a young witch with a gift most would die for. I certainly would if I could technically die. A metamorphmagus is certainly a rare person, but it's one that could command the masses. Cece, I must say that I am very jealous of you right now."