Severus Tobias Snape was happy. Somehow the Headmaster, once again, roped him into taking quite a majority of the night shifts for the next school year, though it didn't bring him down in the slightest. It was the first night of the summer holidays. Severus's time to relax and let his mind wander to his heart's desire.

He made it half way down to the dungeons, where his quarters where located, before hearing a low whimper coming from an abandoned classroom. Normally he would have scratched it off as some kind of small animal. Hearing another whimper, he realized that it came from a hallway, students, and animals in general couldn't even see, let alone walk down. It was made for teachers to use in case of emergency, though the young potions master knew it was never, if at any point, even used.

If it wasn't for his extra sensory hearing, he never would have heard it. Yes, the rumor is true. The feared Potions professor is indeed a vampire. Though he certainly didn't kill humans, as the students and alike thought.

Heading down the hallway, Severus quickened his already fast walk, as the whimpering turned into a retching and painful moan.

Finding the source of the sound in the 6 classroom down, he stopped. Using his other senses he made sure that there wasn't any other wizard or threatening creature inside before opening the door.

Looking around, he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, at first glance. Taking a deep breath, he felt his slowly-beating heart almost stop. It was blood, and there was a lot of it.

Looking around once more, he realized why he hadn't first noticed the girl. She was wearing a black dress, one that flowed out around her, and at that moment, Severus decided that she looked like a guardian angel.

He felt his heart ache, for the child was young. Certainly not 6, but she couldn't have been past 16.

Walking over, he knelt by her side. Noticing that looked asleep, except for the occasional soft cries coming from her lips. She had her left over her heart, but the other clutching her stomach.

There was blood flowing out of the stomach wound, staining her dress, and floor beneath her as well. But aside from the injuries, she was covered in bruises upon bruises. Some black, others yellow or purple.

He felt a strong pull, coming from his vampiric instincts, and realized all at once what he needed to do. This young woman was to be his childe.

He wanted nothing more than to protect her, and never let anything happen to his poor girl again.

Pausing for a moment, he realized that it was now or never. She had lost too much blood already. Leaning down he gently put his hand under her head, and brushed back her shoulder-length hair. Releasing his fangs, he bit down as easy as he could. Her blood was like water to a dying man. Nothing mattered to him at this point, not Voldemort, not Dumbledore, and certainly not any Griffindors.

After sucking her dry he pulled out his fangs from the girl's neck, and then licked the wound clean. Sealing it up and leaving a small, barely noticeable, gray mark. He pulled her up, and sat the younger one on his lap. Using his fangs, Severus slashes his wrist and put it to her mouth.

After letting a few drops fall into her mouth, she came alive and grabbed hold of his wrist. She was like an infant drinking from its mother.

After a few minutes, the girl opened her hazel eyes for a second, before dropping off into sleep on his chest by listening to his slowly beating heart. She had already sealed the wound that was on his wrist, but continued to suck it, as a small child would its thumb.

Severus was glad she had fallen asleep. The last thing he wanted his childe to feel, was the pain of a transformation. It was excruciating if one was healthy enough to be awake.

With her injuries, it would be worse than a normal transformation. She would be out for at least a few days, he presumed.

Standing up quickly, he held the girl as one would with an infant, and walked out the room, down the hall and to his quarters as quickly as possible.

The professor wanted to get them as comfortable as possible, should she be able to feel the pain through her hazy sleep-like state.