CHAPTER ONE:
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Just to let you know, apart from my own creations, these characters belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling, and Laurell K. Hamilton.
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She ran as fast as she could through the thick underbrush, not daring to look back to see him chasing her.
She could hear that he was getting closer, caching up to her, so even though she was already sprinting, she started to move faster.
Soon she couldn't hear him anymore so she slowed down a little bit, only to crash into somebody and knocking her to the ground.
Breathing quite heavily, she looked up and gave a sigh of relief to see a familiar face, even though his face wasn't what she wanted to see at the moment, or any moment for that matter.
"Need any help ma petite?" He said in his usual cool voice as he extended his hand out to her as to help her up.
"No I do not need help. I'm quite capable thank you very much."
"hey now, no need to get all huffy about it......... Besides, I was only wondering what a pretty little thing like you ......."
"....... Is doing in a place like this. I've heard that line before Jean-Claude."
"Lets quite beating around the bush now ma petite. If you would just admit it, you wouldn't be running and hiding like this. Those sorts of people would no longer exist and you we would all be free." He said while circling her. She just stood there without any expression on her face except that of one a child would use if they were being told a speech for the thousandth time.
"I think I'll pass on that. Oh... and let's get this strait, I AM NOT YOURS TO OWN! I AM MY OWN PERSON, AND I DON'T BELONG TO YOU OR TO ANYONE ELSE!!!"
"Just to let you know, I did......"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!! And I've already repaid you when every one was at my throat, trying to find out from me where you live. Why is it that when males are over 200 they turn into such perves?!?!?!?!"
"I'm over 200."
"I rest my case."
"Now that's just cruel."
"Coming from the man who is in charge of a city full of vicious vamps."
She said while walking away.
She was about 5 meters away from him before he said any thing.
"Take care ma petite, and watch out for that cut on your right cheek, it looks nasty."
She spun around and only saw darkness.
'Show off' she thought as she shook her head and stated to walk through the forest again.
Something was wrong and she knew it. The sound of crickets and the rustling of the trees in the wind had stopped. It was completely quiet.
Normally she would love this silence, but tonight, it was very dangerous for her to be there without any cover noise. Especially when he was out there in the forest with her, trying to kill her.
It got cold all of a sudden. Like when the wind goes over a body of water and then slaps you in the face with the drops that it picked up along the way.
She started to move a bit faster, not knowing why.
She felt as though someone was watching her so she kept looking behind her to just check if her gut feeling was correct.
It Was.
Out of the shadows, slowly revealed a man shrouded in darkness. This was even creepier by the fact that tonight happened to be a full moon.
He whispered to her in an inviting and eerily friendly voice.
"It is time for all to be put to bed for good, little one." He said while approaching her.
"No." Her voice was barely a whisper as she moved backwards until crashing into a tree.
"You've had a good time, but your race has been run, and guess what?" He smiled as he said the next words, "You Loose."
He grabbed his gun and took careful aim.
He fired at her just when she started to run away and she was hit in the upper arm.
The pain she felt was nothing she had ever felt before.
She could feel the bullet scrape against her bone. The cold metal ripping the tissue, into the flesh and muscle.
She wanted to scream but then he would hear her and go towards the source.
After about what seemed like an eternity of running, she collapsed against a large tree, and tried her hardest to stop the bleeding. Her hands and left side of her shirt were covered with blood, but she managed to stop a lot of the bleeding.
With one problem solved, or partially solved, she strained her ears for any movement in the forest.
He would still be searching for her. He knew she could stop the bleeding and keep going if she had to, so he would keep searching if he wanted to be rewarded from his employer.
The eerie silence was maddening to her as she strained to hear a noise...... Any noise that would tell her his location.
She tried to slow her rapid breathing, but it was too late for that now.
He had probably heard her running through the forest, the rustling of the leaves as they brushed against her legs as she tried to get away.
With nothing else to do but wait for him to make a noise, either on purpose or unconsciously, she took a look of her surroundings.
In the distance she saw smoke rising from the tip of a chimney, and the very soft glow of lights in the distance.
'Maybe if I try not to make too much noise, I could head towards the smoke for some help. This rag is not going to help me much if it's soaked in blood.' She thought.
Anything was worth trying if it was better than waiting around for that crazed guy with the bee-bee gun to shoot her again.
She pushed herself to her feet and began to walk towards the smoke.
'I don't know why anyone would live near here. It's probably way too close to these woods for my liking,' she thought as she walked, holding her arm.
What seemed like only about ½ an hour later, her light source turned out to be a huge castle that looked like it was probably built around the medieval times.(A/N: you know the ones... with the knights and the damsels in distress kind of crap)
She walked till she was on the grounds of the school and took a peak through one of the lit windows, but was careful not to let anyone in the overly large room see her.
The room wasn't a room. Room wasn't the word to describe it. It was more of a hall, and a huge one of that.
There were five sets of tables set up in certain places in the Hall. Four of then were parallel to each other, and the last one was at the front of the Hall. Sitting at that table looked to be adults. In the middle of the table sat an elderly man with a sweet smile, like that of a grandfather.
Sitting to either side of him were other various people.
She came to the conclusion that this castle was the home of an extremely old school.
She looked around the other four tables and a few people caught her attention.
The first was a boy who was about 16. He had pale blond hair and had a smirk on his face. The smirk had sort of a regular thing that he wore on his face. She didn't know why, but it just looked that way.
On one of the middle tables was the next boy that caught her attention. He had jet black hair that was quite unruly. He also looked as though he was 16. His eyes, which were the most beautiful shade of emerald she'd ever seem, told her that this boy was under a lot of pressure, and not of school exams. He didn't smile, just stared at the table he was sitting at.
Two people next to him on either side were the others that she had fixated her eyes on.
One was female, also 16, had brown hair that went down to the middle of her back. Her Hunny-brown eyes looked worried as she talked to the boy.
The boy on the other side of the one the girl was talking to was stuffing his face with what looked like baked potatoes. He had flaming red hair, and looked to be the tallest of the three. All three of them were close friends by the looks of it.
There was this other girl besides the first. She too had flaming red hair, but instead of stuffing her face like what looked like her sibling, she too was talking to 'Mr Happy pants' as she called him.
She was too absorbed with the five people, that she didn't hear him closing in on her, until he made the mistake of stepping on a twig.
She spun around and her blue-emerald tinged eyes met his silver-brown tinged.
"'Ello, Poppet."
She stood up, but he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her into the window. The noise created by her back knocking the glass stirred the attention of all the people in the Hall.
"Minerva, I'm leaving you in charge of the students while I tend to the matter out side with professor Lupin. (A/N: Remus come back to teach.........Yayyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!)
"Right Professor Dumbledore."
The two Professors ran outside onto the grounds of the school, wands out. When they arrived at the scene, she was on all fours, gaping for air, while he had his gun aimed at the two men who had just arrived.
"Go back to where you came gentlemen; I have matters to attend to." He said while looking at her bloodied up face. When he'd grabbed her by the throat, he'd also caused the cut on her face to start bleeding again.
"Sorry, but you are on private property, and seeing as it is my property, it seems that it is you who needs to be leaving." Said professor Dumbledore, who had his wand out and was ready to help her.
Inside the castle, everyone was anxious to see what was going on, and one person was tired of just sitting there, so they got up, and left the hall when the older people weren't looking, causing a chain reaction with every one else to get up and go outside to see what was happening outside.
She watched the three having their stand off and got to her feet, still close to the window.
"Um... excuse me gentlemen," She said to all three of the men. "so sorry to interrupt your glaring competition, but would it be too much trouble if I went home?"
"err... no I don't think so." He said.
She carefully walked right up to him, avoiding his gun.
"And why not?"
"because I said so."
"Right then." She turned around so that she showed him her back, but spun around at lightning speed and thumped him on the nose, and with the other hand threw the gun out of his reach.
"Ahh... so you do have some spunk left...... I hate spunk." He slapped her across the face. His surprisingly long nails cut into her skin, drawing blood.
Before anyone knew it, the two of them were having an all out fight. Everyone stared in amazement how anybody could cause so much damage to another without any weapons, barring fists.
Dumbledore and Remus broke up the fight before it got completely out of hand, with the levitation charm.
"I am thinking that you should be leaving now sir."
He was dropped to the ground and was allowed to stand again. Regaining his nonexistent composure, he pointed to her.
"I'll be back you know, and next time you won't have him to protect you." He then walked away, picking up his gun as he walked, quickly showing the knife on the inside of his jacket.
She felt exhausted from all the running she had done, and sat down on the ground so as to catch her breath fully.
She felt someone drape a blanket over her shoulders and looked up and saw Remus. It saw still quite windy, and she only had on a short sleeved shirt and thin material pants to accompany her joggers.
"I am thinking that you should stay here for a while miss..."
"Blake."
"Well miss Blake; I think that someone should take you up to see madam Pompfrey. Mr Longbottom, Mr Potter; could you please see Miss Blake up to the hospital wing? Thank you."
Two boys walked up to her. Both were 16. Probably in the same year. One was 'Mr Happy Pants' himself, and the other was, how she could put this in the nicest way possible...... festively plump... That would do. That would do quite nicely actually.
She stood up and walked with them in silence into the large castle type thingy. (A/N: I am no good at remembering these...err......umm......I LIKE PIE!!)
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