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Summary: Lily Evans is a Vampire. When her Sire is killed by a Vampire Hunter, she is determined to track down the one responsible, and kill him. She did not expect to fall in love in the process. L/J, AU.

A/N: I admit it, I am guilty of using a cliché! I apologise for the shortness of the Prologue, however I found I had put everything in that I wanted to say. Anymore and there would be no point to this story.

Forbidden Love

Prologue: Stairway to the Undead

When I was sired by Dante, I was both physically and mentally weak. I saw it as a chance to get rid of the life I had and to start afresh. At the time, it was the only thing I had control over; a moment where my life was hanging in the balance and I had to decide whether I died or whether I lived, perhaps, forever. At that moment, it was not a hard decision to make, no matter how much I regretted it in the end.

Dante had smiled wryly and, with a sharp fingernail, drew a line across the fore of his wrist. Turning it he allowed droplets of blood to trickle into the back of my mouth. It was a thrilling feeling at first, tasting the bitter sweetness of a liquid previously unknown in any major quantity. The process of turning me into the undead had begun.

My body felt like it was on fire, making me wither on the ground as it burnt viciously inside me; eager to destroy the mortal being I had been, and replace it with the immortal person I would become. Temporarily, I was blinded as my eyes changed colour, from a pale, watery green to a vivacious emerald, glinting just like the jewels themselves.

The first and most notable change was my physical appearance. Burns from scolding hot water disappeared from my arms; scars from where I had fallen over in my infancy disappeared. My skin became clearer, paler, unblemished. My thick, coarse hair became a glossy head of curls and my teeth, my canines, became elongated; a razor sharp edge to them, perfect for piercing delicate skin.

The further changes were something that had driven me mad at first. Every noise was loud inside my head; the darkness of shadows had crept away allowing me to see clearly, where everything stood. I felt strong. I felt vivacious. I felt wonderful.

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Dante took me away from living civilisation. He had said it was important that I forgot who I used to be, that way when it came down to slaying people I wouldn't feel any sort of resentment. He taught me the vampire laws, he taught me how to use my new abilities to an advantage, and he showed me how to sleep inside a coffin without getting the urge to push open the lid. Admittedly, he had placed his own coffin upon my own, so even if I wanted to get out it was purely impossible.

During that time, Dante would go out during the shroud of darkness and bring back a living flesh for us to drink from. And drink I did. The most important thing to remember when draining the victim was not to drink the last drop. For our kind, it would mean death. Controlling yourself however, was a different matter.

Eventually Dante considered me to be educated to a standard he thought appropriate, and brought me back to the civilised world. The days were long, but I found that I was completely comfortable sleeping during the day, even with the amount of racket coming from the traffic. We stayed in the basements and cellars of Dante's old resides where the painful light could not singe our bodies. Then at night we had all of London as our playground, both Muggle and wizarding, and left a trail of chaos and destruction wherever our travels took us. Quite simply; we were having the time of our lives.

Then something happened that I did not expect.

Dante was killed.

He was not killed by the dawn of the sun, or by going that extra mile and drinking the last drop of blood. He wasn't even killed by the stereotyped holy water or stakes.

He was murdered by a Vampire Hunter.

Now Muggles had long forgotten about vampires. They were fictional, only brought to life through the pages of a book and the author's imagination. In the Middle Ages, witch hunting had become a daily hobby. The fear that the wizarding community cast into the hearts of Muggles was laughable, but soon it died out, and they long forgot about magic folk. Vampire hunting did not occur in the Muggle world. The wizarding world was a completely different matter. They knew we existed and therefore had teams of Vampire Hunters tracking us down and then slaughtering any they may find, seeing us as little more then vermin, like the rats that carried the Plague.

I was determined to wreak my revenge for the death of Dante. I was determined to find the Vampire Hunter who had murdered him, and when I did, I was going to kill him.

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A/N: And there you have it, the introduction. Of course, it's pretty obvious what's going to happen… or is it? Ha. You think you know, but then BAM! You don't.

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