Lost In Dusk
Preface: In The Beginning
"This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold onto it
Don't you let it pass you by"
Innocence by Avril Lavigne
I was brought into this world on October first. My birth happened the same year as the great Harry Potter's. It sickens me to think that are birthday's are only a few months apart. I am the spawn of Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy. A quick affair left my mother pregnant with me much to her displeasure. She was approximately 6 weeks along when she was arrested for the torture of the Longbottom family and she figured if she kept me they'd have mercyon her pitiful soul. Unfortunatly, for both of us, she was wrong as usual.
The dementors are nasty creatures and my mother caught an illness from them that nearly killed her. She recovered but I did not. The diesese caused an unnatural change in me. It turned me into a blood lusting vampire. I made my first kill the day I emerged from the womb so instead of allowing me to be placed in foster care, they left me in Azkaban. I became friends with the prisoners and the ministry officials allowed me to drain the prisoners that were to be given the dementor's kiss. Everyone loved me and I could not understand why my mother did not. She struck me with no remorse. She looked at me with such disgust. My mother was one of the many reasons I found it hard to believe in love. If it was impossible to love your own flesh and blood then how could you ever love a complete stranger? These questions haunted my mind and I was desperate to find answers.
When I was seven years old, I believe I found my answer. I had made a friend named Ryan Steele. He became like the father I never had. Apparently he was in Azkaban for his illegally formed society that disected half breeds. He was smitten with me because I was a vampire. We spoke to each other everyday for hours at a time. We demanded to be put into the same cell and it is a demand that I regret every single day of my life.
Ryan had been acting odd towards me for weeks. He looked at me with such an intensity that it frightened me and excited me all at the same time. The night I solved the mystery of love is a night that is hard to forget. I discovered that love was not an emotion. It was an action and it hurt. It left me feeling disgusted and ashamed. He was a man and I had been a little girl. I would never be a little girl again. Anger overcame me and I had a desire to make him the feel the way I had felt. He was the first person I sired. I turned him into a soulless monster. He was just like me now. Two days after I had tasted Ryan's blood, he was released and I never saw him again. They placed me back into the cell with my mother and life went on. My melancholy existence continued until I gained freedom. It happened 6 months after my fifteenth birthday.