(AN: I am a vampire fan if you all haven't guessed that yet so there's a bit of a history lesson on Vladimir Tepes in this chap. Also, remember to Mikeal is old fashioned so when he says a 'swear' word My opinion, if it was written in the bible, it's not a swear word, doesn't matter context he means it in the literal sense.)

Chapter Fourteen

The Secret Wing of St. Mungo

Kaine remained frozen in her spot as she looked disbelieving at Mikeal. It was as if someone had told her that the Holocaust had been a lie and Hitler never started the 2nd World War. Mikeal seemed unable to looked her in the eyes as faced the window, looking past the world before him. Everyone remained silent, unable to say anything in fear of shattering the scene before them.

"Dying?" Kaine gapped as she stepped closer to Mikeal. "What do you mean by dying?"

"He's gotten Abyssus cruor." Mikeal seemed pained as Kaine looked mortified and fell back into her desk chair.

"Abyssus cruor?" Kaine gapped as she seemed speechless on what do say. "How... when... what..." She suddenly gathered her thoughts and looked at Mikeal hard. "Where is he?"

"Where anyone in his place would be..." Mikeal answered as he watched her brain decided on a course of action. "Kaine, he really wants to..."

"Class is dismissed for indefinite," Kaine yelled as she quickly ran towards the door. "Ten minutes Mikeal! Ten minutes!"

"Good girl," Mikeal whispered as he sat down and then looked at the four remaining students. The others had left because they were nervous around the vampiric stranger. "Hello there, I know you lot."

They all blinked as he walked up to them and held out his hand to each of them.

"Pale blond hair and skin, you must be Mr. Draco Malfoy," He gave him a firm but friendly handshake. "Fire red hair and freckled face, that's Mr. Ronald Weasley. You have a little sister under the same description do you not. I believe her name is Virgina Weasley, goes by the name of Ginny as you go by Ron," When he got to Hermione, he gently took her hand and gave is a small kiss. "Brown hair, soft face, and wise eyes, you must be the lovely Ms. Hermione Granger, I've heard a many good things about you."

Finally he stood before Harry with a kind but knowing smile. "And finally, a man who is in need of no introduction. Mr. Harry James Potter. Quiet the tittle with your name. I much say though you appear thin then I imagine you to be..."

"Wait!" Ron was the first to hope out his shock. "How do you know our names?"

"I'm very familiar with Prince Razziel," Mikeal smiled as he sat down on Kaine's desk. "My word of advice to you youths would be not to tell him too many personal secrets. Prince Razziel doesn't hold alcohol well and tends to spill information if you scratch his ear."

They then fell back into silence, unsure as to what they should say as they were waiting for Kaine to come back. In the end it was Hermione that took it to her advantage.

"So you're related to Professor Nighttrod?" She asked carefully. "Where did you get the last name Nighttrod from?"

"Only Kaine has Nighttrod for a last name," Mikeal stated. "Back in the 300 AD, she would travel under the cloak of darkness. I'm surprised she wasn't attacked by the small villages. Back then the peasants where highly jumpy. It's really a description of a traveler who travels at night. She must have stuck with it."

"What's your's then?" Draco asked. Like Hermione, he too was curious about Mikeal and the Nosfurala line.

"Doneaz."Mikeal smiled sweetly. "The family name has been Dorneaz for the last six centuries."

"Question!" Draco was the one who dared to venture forward with his own now. "What else is the Nosfurala clan known for?"

"We are quiet charming to talk to." Mikeal grinned at him. "Would you like me to show you?"

"Is it sexually 'charming'?" Draco asked looking suspicious at Mikeal. "Because if you make me look gay I swear..."

"I assure you, I wouldn't doing anything that would make you uncomfortable." Mikeal smiled as he looked at Draco. "Tell me, children, do you know the history of Vladimir III Tepes?" They shook their heads.

"Well then allow me to enlighten you. You see..." Mikeal turned towards Harry and Draco. "Vlad the Impaler, also known as Vlad Dracula or Vlad Drăculea, was voivode, in English it means 'prince' of Wallachia. Wallachia is currently part of Romania. His three reigns were in 1448, in 1456-1462, and in 1476."

Harry watched Mikeal closely as the man spoke with passion about the muse of Bram Stroker's Dracula. He resisted his information to them in a soothing and calm voice that who have made him perfect in teaching history to even to lest inspired students.

"As 'prince' he led an independent policy in relation to the Ottoman Empire, and in Romania he is best remembered as a prince with a deep sense of justice and a defender of Wallachia against Ottoman expansionism. His impact on the expansion of the Ottoman Empire is recognizable in that his successful hold against them bought precious time for western Europe. He wasn't automatically given the tittle of voivode because unlike the monarchy of England, Denmark, France, Spain, just to name a few, Wallachia elected it's prince instead of just having the crown being passed down from father to eldest son." Mikeal looked sternly at the students. "This allowed bastard children the ability to have the control the country. Vladimir was the third child of his father's line, at lest it is what we are lead to believe. His oldest brother was Mircea. Mircea battled along side their father during the crusade against the Turks, however they were over powered by them with the help of the Varna. He was then taken captive for some unknown years before he was was blinded with a red-hot poker, then buried alive along side with his father..."

"that's horrible!" Hermione stated in a shocked voice. "How could they do that?"

"that was how it was done back then." Mikeal answered. His eyes never left Harry and Draco's. "Vlad wasn't any better. In fact he frightened not only the Turks, but his own people as well. Tell me Draco do you know why he was call 'Vlad the Impaler'?"

"No...sir." Draco replied. His mind felt slightly clouded, like his was beginning to fall asleep.

"He was called 'the Impaler' because he would impale human beings on wooden spikes threw out his kingdom as a symbol of his blood lust and power." Mikeal smiled at the mention of blood. "The Turks were mortified that a ruler could punish not only his enemies but his own people by such cruel methods."

"Blimey." Ron looked pale at Mikeal. "You mean he hung dead bodies around o n spikes to scare people?"

"Who said that they were dead when they were impaled?" Mikeal's eyes flashed red as he flashed the boy and feral grin. "No, Vlad would cast his own people upon the spikes alive as public exhaustions. He was however killed by his younger half brother Radu the Handsome. The lore of the Nosferatu came to live because it was believed that because Vlad had murdered so many and was not a Christian of any kind, his soul was forsaken by both heaven and hell and he was left to wonder the earth drinking the blood of the living."

"Was it true?" Harry asked breathless. The lesson was mind numbing and frighting, yet he want to know more. "Did he rise?"

Mikeal smiled. "No. On the night of his death a priest went to check his grave and found the body missing. Word spread that Vlad had risen and murdered the holy man for revenge. The true is it was his eldest son who resembled him as if he were his mirror image. It was another who took the priest life..."

"who?" They all asked. Mikeal grinned even more.

"It was..."

"If you're done molesting my student Mikeal, I would like to get going." Kaine interrupted. She stood in the doorway. She looked highly annoyed at her brother. "I'd like to get this over with without running into her."

"But of course," Mikeal grinned amused as he took his hands off both Harry and Draco's chins. It was then that the two realized that he had been slowly exposing their necks while talking to them. "That's how the Nosfurala clan charms it's prey."

"If we MAY!" Kaine barked. Her temper seemed high again for unknown reasons. She grabbed a bag of Floo Powder and tossed it into a nearby fireplace. "Purgatory!"

"Psst!" Harry whispered to Mikeal as Kaine disappeared. "Who did kill the priest?"

"The one whom killed the priest is very close to you." Mikeal answered as he stepped through. When Harry appeared on the other side He found himself trip into Mikeal's arms. "This trip is always hard on humans. Welcome to Purgatory, the secret wing of St Mango's Hospital."

The wing was busier then an angry bee hive. Noise echoed and bounced off the steril cold white washed walls and the constant clicking and flapping of high heels and thick soled shoes walking and running about the hallways. In the distance Harry could hear some children crying for their mothers or playing a small game of 'chase-me' and despite the strong aroma of bleach that filled the air, Harry could still find the scent of water dog coming from one of the rooms.

They all guessed that Kaine had had her share of visits to the wing. She stood with her back to her, shoulders tense and head scanning up and down the corridors. She seemed jumpy as she walked over the reception counter and gestured to the others to follow.

The receptionist was a small frump of a woman with a slight resemblance of a frog. She had large brown eyes behind horn shaped glasses, along with an unusually large mouth with puffy lips. She glared at Kaine for disturbing her important time of nail filing.

"Can I help you, Miss?" A nasel like voice demanded as Kaine snatch up the roster. "Miss? Miss, you can't just take..." Kaine snapped her head at the woman and snarled, fangs bared. "Or... maybe you can."

"Kaine!" Mikeal scolded behind her.

"The sooner we find him without HER finding out, the better." Kaine muttered.

"Don't tell me you haven't..." Mikeal started when he saw Kaine glare at him. Then he laughed. "Oh dear, my sweet little baby sister. SHE'LL find out that you're here whether you wish it or not."

"Room 563, Marcus Dornez." Kaine quickly barked, her cheeks a little red. "Everyone stay close. We don't want any MIAs."

"MIAs?" Draco asked as he looked at the others.

"Missing in action, Malfoy," Hermione stated to him. "It's a military muggle term. Some words are adopted into other cultures."

"Like what?" Ron asked When Mikeal stepped in.

"I hate to be the one to stop your conversation, but if you all don't pay attention we'll lose Kaine." He pointed at Kaine who was a good 20 feet in front of them. "Kaine! Wait! Not everyone here knows what to fear!"

'What is he...' Harry thought when a young woman's wave caught his eyes. Stopping, Harry stared at the goddess before him. "Wow."

She was about twenty five years old and dark skinned. Long curly hair framed her heart shaped face as dark chocolate eyes looked lustfully at him, and her legs. Oh, her never ending long firm legs that hugged the hot red leather mini dress she was wearing.

Harry had never been more attracted to any woman before. She was a goddess that had fallen from the heavens, an angel who had blessed him the chance to see her.

A hand suddenly fell on his shoulder as a voice asked the beauty before him "How's the sprained wrist Paula?"

Paula, what a beautifully simple name. Harry tried to move closer by the hand held him back. Paula smile and opened her mouth slowly. He could just imagine her sweet angelic...

"It's doing great doc, thanks." Answered a deep barley voice that would have fit a 450 lb drunk man then the woman before him.

"Good ta hear," A woman's voice replied as she pulled Harry away. "Take care now. You, with me, now!"

They walked out into the hallway before Harry came face with a woman a bit taller then himself. She was a doc from the looks of things, dressed in a lab coat with several pens in the pocket. She was dressed, however, like she was heading for or going to a music concert, wearing a leather tank top that had a collar that reach about midway up her throat. She had on a set of thigh high combat lace up boots with what looked like steel covering over the toes. A pair of tattered short, which Harry believed had once been jeans, a dark brown wrist cuff, and a necklace with two dragons wrapped around a sword finished the outfit.

She stepped a little closer, making Harry look up to see that her brown hair was set up in a ponytail with a hair clip to add high, and a set of angry blue eyes glaring at him from behind a set of rimless oval glasses.

"Can I help you young man?" She asked, sounding highly annoyed that he was there to begin with.

"I'm looking for someone..." Harry started.

"Yes, I kind of guessed that," She sighed. "Listen. Kid..."

'Kid?' Harry thought as he looked at her. She couldn't be more then nineteen at the most. Looking at her Id card pinned over her left breast, he read 'Dr. Alexis Parker'.

"...I don't know who brought you in here, but you can't be here." Dr Parker continued, ignoring Harry's glares. "This wing is off limits to humans. Now I can go onto the intercom and call whoever your..."

"My teacher brought me here," Harry cut in as she turned at picked up a phone that was hung on the wall. "Her name's Kaine Nighttrod..."

"Kaine-" Parker turned as looked hard at Harry. "Kaine Nosfurala Nighttrod? The Kaine Nosfurala Nighttrod?"

"Yes..." Harry replied in bewilderment as Alexis began to laugh.

It started as a small laugh which turned tyrannical and insane soundly as she moved into a pose fitting a mad scientist. Then once she stopped laughing she threw her arm around Harry's shoulders and gave his a frightfully sickening sweet smile.

"And do you know whom she's here to see?" Alexis asked as if they were the best of friends.

"Some guy called Marcus..." Harry replied nervously. 'Why do I feel that I sold Kaine to the devil or something even worse?'

Meanwhile on the other side of the hospital, by a vending machine, a certain woman shuddered and looked about.

"I sense a disturbance in the force."

"Did you say something professor?" Ron asked as he noticed Kaine's discomfort.

"Professor! I found it!" Draco yelled down the hallway. Kaine quickly ran past him.

"Marcus!" She spoke but stopped short of the doorway. "oh god."

Despite the small forest of flowers that where placed about the room, the air and bleach white walls seems to steal away any heat. On a cold metal bar bed lay an old man with graying chestnut hair. Wires and tubes lay about him in a maze of their own as Kaine hurried next to the bed and touched a wrinkled hand.

"Hello..." Kaine whispered as he kissed his cheek. "...my father."