By: MeEm
Dedicated to Sab- who is just as obsessed with vampires as I am!
Summary: A new 6th year at Hogwarts will change two individual's life forever. Literally. The arrival of new girl, Xtiana, means six words: Blood; Draco Malfoy; Betrayal; Death; Vampyrs. But how will people's choices determine their destiny? Hell knows…
Disclaimer: Anything unfamiliar belongs to me, plot included.
A/N: Please bear in mind that my uncle's computer that I'm using is set in Slovak so I can't understand a word the spell/ grammar check/ tool bar etc. says. Would anyone out there please become my temporary beta reader? ***Shakespeare's Muse: Hint hint !*** Also, people who might say I've spelt vampyr wrong- I haven't! It can be any of the following; vampyr, vampire, vampyre, vampir, nosferatu- it depends on your culture. Anyways, happy reading!!!
Party all day. Sleep all night. Never grow old. Never die. It's fun to be a vampire. – The Lost Boys
Chapter One: Lie in Eternal Hell
The last brick finally crumbled down, revealing a thick metal coffin embedded in the ancient wall; the words 'Coucher dans l'Enfer Eternel' engraved in the metal. "Hey! Colin," the grubby builder who made the discovery yelled out of the dingy crypt to his workmate. "We've got some sort of coffin back 'ere! It wus trapped in the wall and's got Latin writin' on it or summit."
Colin Farrel slouched inside; beads of sweat pouring down his dust-covered face. Looking at the coffin, he clouted his mate and sneered, "It's in French, you Jackass! It says 'Lie In Eternal Hell' that's friendly! C'mon then, let's get it open!"
The coffin's lid was extraordinarily heavy and ten rusty bolts held it firmly in place. At last the two builders prised it open using an assortment of tools and gasped at what they saw.
A beautiful teenage girl, no older than sixteen lay there with a terrifying expression on her face. The inside of the lid was covered in human scratch marks, slashed impossibly deep in the steel lid- revealing that she had been buried alive.
Obviously hundreds of years old, the girl -like the first corpse in the centre of the room- had not decayed or rotted at all. Her skin was as white as milk, blue veins etched across her cheeks; her eyes were wide-open, staring madly- the purest, penetrating blue. Elegant, mousy brown curls fell down to her hips and her lips were the palest colour of pink imaginable.
Her name was Elizabetta Xtiana. She was a vampyr.
At the moment, she was in a coma from her lack of air and supply of human blood; all of her body had shut down. She was not dead, though, and ever would be as she was immortal- a creature of the dark, the Devil's Daughter. As the air swirled around Elizabetta Xtiana and filled her lungs, slowly (as slowly as the grass growing) she began to revive her senses. Colin Farrel and his workmate, Doug Ingle, stared in curiosity at the eerie 'corpse' for a time, before going back to work.
They had been ordered by the council to knock down this ancient, decrepit old building to make way for new flats. Shame really, considering the decoration and money originally spent on this beautiful walk-in tomb- to knock it all down and burn the bodies in a nearby crematorium. 'Oh well' thought Doug. 'Orders are orders, and it ain't in his job's worth to moan.' The tomb was the size of a small hut, made elaborately from now weathered and worn decorative stone designs of crumbling dragons and dismembered angels: clearly belonging to very rich aristocrats. When he and Colin had first forced their way through the old stone doorway they had been amazed at the interior design; expensive yet now faded black silk curtains draped around the room, vases and statues littering the walls. And there, in the centre of the room, lay a magnificent stone altar, intricate snake designs weaving through the stone, with a fine mahogany coffin placed on top of it. On the lid of the coffin, in shining gold lettering was the message
' Draco Malfoy
1980-1996
Sa vie a été injustement volée.
Pouvoir son repos d'âme dans la paix et sa paye de meurtrier dans la damnation.
Amen'
Colin, half-French, had quickly translated the curly elaborate prayer as 'His life was unfairly stolen. May his soul rest in peace and his murderer pay in damnation. Amen' Inside the coffin, a sixteen year old boy lay- seemingly asleep for he looked not a day older, even though the inscription said he had died more than two hundred years ago. He had sleek, blonde hair and deathly white skin-, which was fitting, as after a second look you could see that he had been beheaded. Dressed in velvet green and silver robes, an Elizabethan style collar hid the fact he had been decapitated. After replacing the coffin lid, the two builders had set to work with a sledgehammer, knocking down the walls. Outside of the dank tomb the moon was gleaming down on the graveyard, providing the fat builders enough light to finish the job before dinner time...Or the pub-crawl, most likely the latter. Colin and Doug had been working on the crypt for two days now and it was only as the last set of bricks in a seemingly solid wall had been shattered that they had discovered the grave of Elizabetta Xtiana.
Elizabetta Xtiana had been silently watching the grubby men for the last hour, fascinated by their destructiveness. 'It is a shame that they have to die,' she thought nonchalantly. 'They are so slaughterous- they would have made fine henchmen'
Slowly, she flexed her fingers- they were ice white, the fingernails and tips torn off as a result of her frantic clawing to escape her claustrophobic cell. This had been her punishment for the hideous crime she had committed over two hundred years ago. To spend everlastingness trapped in this tiny metal coffin, locked away from her freedom and immortal life. She could remember that fateful day clearly. Being shut away inside this box and hearing the jeering and cruel, sadistic laughter at her bleak future, then the bricks being layed agonisingly slow- walling her up forever. No-one knew she was here and within months she would become a distant memory, fading into nothing. Yet she still remained alive in this torturoues grave, only feet away from the boy she had killed...And loved.
In a swift motion, Elizabetta Xtiana swooped from her open coffin and lunged at the first builder- her eyes gleaming blood red in excitement at the prospect of a feed. 'He's a fat one!' she laughed to herself. Doug opened his mouth to scream, as the corpse-girl lurched out of her coffin and attacked him a fraction of a second too late. Before he could utter a word, Elizabetta Xtiana had sunk her shining ivory fangs deep into his neck and begun to drain him of his blood. As Elizabetta Xtiana screeched in delight, Doug's blood gushing from his neck, she felt her old powers returning and finally, after draining him like a seive, Elizabetta Xtiana snapped his neck and he died.
Colin came into the crypt, oblivious to his workmate's sudden diasppearance and went over to the centre coffin with the boy in- it was time to haul this up to the local cremotaurium. He was about to touch the polished gold handle when Elizabetta Xtiana screamed "YOU DO NOT TOUCH HIM, MORTAL!"
"ARGH!!!" Colin screamed, as the vampyr attacked him, Doug's blood still dribbling down her white chin. Her magnificent fangs pierced the soft, fatty flesh as easy as a needle in a doughnut- causing blood to squirt out of his neck in great rushing flows. 'Mmm…this mortal tastes pretty damn fine! Hee Hee!' she wickedly thought as Colin's writhing body finally dropped down limp. Elizabetta Xtiana's eyes blazed triumphant red as she strode over to the centre coffin.
"My darling, dear, devil Draco." She whispered softly, tenderly stroking his jagged neck and wistfully regretting the day he died, silent tears of scarlet blood trickling from her eyes and falling onto the pale boy's cheeks. New, calcium-filled claws sprung from her fingertips and shone lethally in the dark crypt. She replaced the lid on the boy's coffin and swept out of the crypt. Taking a deep breath of the cool air swirling around her she made a vow to take revenge upon her cursers – if they were already dead (she had no idea how long she had been imprisoned for) then she would kill all their living relatives.
The Malfoy family would rue the day they ever became involved with Elizabetta Xtiana.
The Vampyr had been released. Heaven help us…
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A/N: Well, that's the first chapter! I hope you like it; I tried really hard to make the sentences very long and flowing. I have wanted to do a vampire fan fiction for like forever! Vampires are my favourite horror gender ever!!! Next chapter is set in the past, okay? I'll put it at the top. Also, sorry any Draco Malfoy fans out there- he's dead! Evil laugh! He had to die; it's the point of the whole story! Lol! Also, chapter 3 of Good Paula/ Bad Paula did not upload for some bizarre cause but you'll all have to wait until I come back from my holiday so I can re-type it! I've finished in hand though so Shakespeare's Muse & Nalia- you can read it! Please review, I don't care if people are nasty anymore- I like it and I wrote it for me (and my friend, Sab who it's dedicated to- I haven't told her yet!!!) so that's all that matters! Still, I would like it if you out there all liked it!!! ;o) So please review- it's so good Karma! Flames I don't care! Byeee! Peace n Luv,
Salazia Riddle xxx (aka MeEm)