Chapter One
The Beginning is the End is the Beginning
There's has always been a monster lurking within every being and everyone prays those monsters will stay hidden. The things that once made Hogwarts great were no longer visible through the dust and the blood. The walls of the great castle told a story that could send chills down anyone's spines. If only the walls could have spoken up maybe they could have saved countless lives, for they knew the lies and secrets hidden through out the ancient stone walls. Those still breathing were becoming more paranoid everyday as a new student went missing.
Each day it seemed as if another student disappeared or had died from the virus. The staff had lost all control over the situation when they themselves became infected. The once happy halls were filled now with students so scared they couldn't go a second without looking over their shoulders in worries they were going to be the next to go missing.
Friends could no longer trust one another as they stayed with those who weren't infected. Old rivalries had died out since no house was safe from being snatched from thin air. Everywhere you looked you found frightened students fearing for their lives or they infected students eyeing each healthy student as a delicious piece of meat ready to enjoy.
The infected were no longer the people they once were. They were all something so terrifying and evil that they're former souls and humanity seemed to be gone forever more. Rumors spread through out the school as everyone tired to find the reason behind the outbreak and the quarantine. So many theories and yet no one truly knew the real answer.
It appeared as if the only ones to have some clue were the intelligent students who were trying to solve the mystery before they themselves were killed. There were whispers running through out the school that Ministry was responsible for the virus. Simply because they were the only place likely enough to have the technology and power to create something as deadly as the virus was.
Time was running out and no one was sure how much they could last before everyone was killed. Nightmares of the walls running crimson were becoming more true with each passing day. Then numbers were shifting and no one was sure what was going to happen with each passing moment.
Hogwarts was truly a living breathing nightmare and everyone inside were utterly trapped and there was no sight of daylight or a comforting whisper to be found. It was beginning to appear as if god himself no longer cared to listen to the cries of the innocence as the damned took reign over the castle.
The students and staff that had been infected by the virus had become something only found in nightmares and horror movies. They had become monsters with undeniable thirst for human blood. Indeed they had become unholy vampires and there was no Van Helsing in sight. It appeared only time would be the final judge.