Mjölnir

She still smirked when the Great Hall's rowdiness died down for the briefest moment as she entered, every human who glanced in her direction suddenly fascinated with the food on their plates. With a grin, she moved toward the Slytherin table. They, at least, had stayed rowdy as ever, and the rest of the hall followed suit quickly enough. Sliding onto an empty bench, the girl picked up a ruby red apple, biting into it as she glanced upward. The sun was bright, the clouds on the outskirts puffy and almost joyful.

Chewing thoughtfully, Karma shrugged off her knapsack to store some apples inside, pulling the thing back on as the fruits disappeared inside. A different kind of hunger appeared as she continued to eat the apple, her bright brown gaze flickering from pulse to pulse.

This would be fun.

He had no reason to be here, no reason to go there and sit next to her, no reason to look at her like that, but he couldn't help it, she looked more beautiful and fascinating then ever. Not to mention that he could sense her starvation, as she craved for that special drug only he was selling, and he felt in control of her.

"My lady", Thor said in a late reaction. "Moon of my life, what can I do to help you?" During his time at Hogwarts, he got really attached to both girls he protected, not in a sexual, sensual way, but still the feelings were strong and he cared for them deeply. Juliet was his sun and stars and this one, this amazing and cocky vampire, she was the night of his life, the darker side of him, and he just knew that one of these days, she'll end him, and he'll love her even more for it.

Karma took another bite of the apple, gazing upward still, even as her hearing picked up his familiar footsteps. Thunder was staring again. The way she ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her spine seemed almost careless as her gaze lowered to him. She swallowed softly, holding her apple loosely in one hand as she licked her lips.

"Hey Thunder." She raised and eyebrow at him, listening for the pulse that wasn't there. "How's Mjölnir?" She asked, her voice saccharine. She met his gaze easily, her pupils dilating slightly as their gazes locked. Slowly, she licked her lips again. "Did you want something?"

There was something really seductive about the way she ate that apple, but he tried to ignore it, and he thought that he was doing a decent job. It was a miracle how he managed to keep himself neutral among these flirty Hogwarts students, probably because in his previous life he was used to shy gals who never talked back. Karma sure wasn't one of those.

The minute she finished her line, he knew what she was talking about, and if it could, that sentence would have brought at least red spots to his now always pale cheeks. He shifted around, to adjust his weight in a better way, and to move his hands and make them useful again, cause now he was quite aware of how stupid they looked situated in his lap. He couldn't help himself but to scratch his thighs a little bit, suddenly they were itching and hurting him for no apparent reason, or so he thought.

"I think you want something from me", Thor responded, stating the obvious and keeping up with her gaze. "but if you don't, I might go there sit with Juliet or maybe go back to my dorm room."

Slowly biting into the apple again, Karma continued to gaze at the boy, enjoying how awkward he suddenly seemed. Swallowing softly, she brought the apple to her lips again, before pausing and pulling it away from her. Her gaze lowered from his, slowly along his jawline, taking in all his features before returning to his throat.

Licking her lips, she took another bite of the apple, reveling in the juiciness of the fruit. "Well, can't do it in here, can we?" Her eyes swept the assembled humans, one of which would have been her next meal, but the other vampire would be much more... satisfying. Licking her lips, she tossed the half eaten apple at Thor before standing, smoothing down her uniform skirt - it came to swoosh around her upper thighs, rather than her knees - and moving toward the empty entrance hall. Glancing over her shoulder, she winked at him before disappearing into a broom closet, and waiting for him on the inside.

"Why do you do this to me?" he whispered and looked away. In his mind, he wondered what made this girl become so seductive and dangerous to everyone around her. He felt like there was so much good in her, and her potential was huge, but she was not letting it all shine out from her.

"There?" Thor asked, his voice still no more than a whisper. He hesitated for a moment, looked around and entered the closet after her, trying to find something positive in this situation. I'm helping her, the boy thought and swallowed hard.

He was only there a moment before Karma's fingers tangled in his tie, tugging him gently forward as the door slid shut behind him. "Relax." She purred, ignoring the darkness. Their eyes could see perfectly well in the dark, and so it was by the gold and crimson sash she lead him, until her back was against the wall and his body pressed against hers. Letting his tie loose to wrap an arm around his neck, tugging him down to her level.

She pressed a kiss to his neck as she pushed his robes off his shoulders, already having unfastened the fabric. Grinning at the way it rippled to the floor, Karma took a step back, pressing herself further into the wall, and pulling him closer. "Relax." She repeated, pressing another open mouthed kiss to his throat before her fangs lengthened, and she was biting him.

The delicious immortality that ran through his blood was addicting, causing the girl to tighten her hold on him, pressing her body more firmly against him as she drank deeper. Endorphins flowed into his system, sending pleasure into him as well.

Mav was munching blissfully on a chocolate frog at the staff table, his feet kicked up, when he caught sight of two students slipping inside a broom closet. The man smirked, and dropped the wrapper onto his plate. He remembered being in that guy's position.

But, it was time to play big brother.

Mavrik stood up from his seat, hands shoved in his jean pockets- he was never one for robes, they were impractical- and sauntered away from the staff table, whistling lowly to himself as he did so.

His melody faded as he reached the broom closet door, and knocked on it slowly and loudly, three times.

"Excuse me, children." he said, trying to stop himself from laughing. "I have broom business to tend to."

She told him to relax, told him that twice, and immediately his shoulders fell loose. If she told him to jump or do circles round the great hall, he would do that as well, cause after that great, familiar rush started, he was hers and hers completely.

He barely even noticed their surroundings, or they way the bodies fit each other while he pressed her to the wall. Karma was leading him, but he obeyed more than willingly. The bitter sweet pain went through his whole body, and like a junkie, he moaned in pleasure.

Something was happening behind him too, but he was too madly driven by her actions, that he failed to notice the importance of it. Actually, he didn't see that anything was important next to this godly creature before his eyes, and the feelings she gave him.

There was always something about immortality - the way it affected the blood, causing it to marinate within someones veins rather than be constantly mixed like one with a heartbeat. The mixture of blood from his feedings, his own blood, and the immortality itself was quite the combination, enough that Karma found herself groaning, pressing further into Thunder and debating drinking him dry. It would be fine, really. The most that could happen is Thor leaving their closet so hungry that he slaughtered the humans in the great hall. At least, she was sure the professors would step in before he reached the Slytherin table...

Her eyes snapped open, and she recognized the voice of a professor - a substitute, not a real one - and hear his knocks. Smirking against Thor's skin, she licked the wound to close it, but didn't let him go. "By all means professor, come in. Perhaps three is better than two." Thor would probably need some blood by the time she was through with him anyway, and besides, she was pretty sure the door was locked.

Noticing that her fingers had started to play with the boy's hair, Karma tugged him to her again, biting in again a little bit left of the last bite. The pleasure that came along with his blood was addicting, as was the knowledge that no matter how much she drank, Thor would not die. Moaning softly against the taste, she moved her body against his, pressing them flush together as she continued to drink.