Disclaimer: I am not the creator of Harry Potter; therefore I do not own it.

A/N: Just another attempt at literature... R/R if want.

Chapter 1: Invitation

Being in this form was always his best guise. He could prowl the night and not get noticed; his hide was as black as the night itself. There was hardly any food to find. No trash cans; nothing. Looks like it was going to be another evening without dinner.

Suddenly, like a shot in the dark, there was a crash. There was a struggle somewhere in the alley- a whimper, a moan...silence. His scent picked it up immediately: blood, human flesh.

Galloping towards the source of the noise, the scent became stronger still. 'Of course' he thought, 'it could only be one thing.'

The scene was ghastly.

Russet colored hair that cascaded down to the waist and as long as a banshee's. Eyes the color of emerald, hidden behind dark lashes. She was captivating, and lethal. Blood trickled down her chin from her lips.

"You reek of human, animagus."

With a loud pop, the once disheveled looking black dog now looked to be a tall, attractive, raven-haired wizard.

He lips curled into a smile. "I didn't think I was so obvious."

"I didn't think wizards wandered aimlessly around these parts. They could
be mistaken for food." Her tongue slithered around her mouth wiping away
the excess blood.

"I'm not as easily to ensnare as you think." His hand grazed his long
hair as he spoke.
"Besides, didn't the vampire clans swear an oath not to pursue us poor
defenseless folk anymore?" The height of his left eyebrow rose slightly
as he smirked.

She seemed to glide towards him.

"If they wish to wander so willingly into the darkness, it's their own fault for endangering themselves." She lifted her delicate hand and brushed aside her hair.

"Then, what, might I ask, is that which you just...um...ate?" He said pointing into the alley. "That?" She asked without even looking behind, "Just an old friend, he deserved his death sentence..."

"Oh? You just take the life of an innocent-..."

"HE WAS NOT INNOCENT!" she yelled. "HE... WAS... A MURDERER!" her eyes shone maniacally into the stranger's eyes. "He was one of you... magical 'folk', but the darker ones.... He didn't deserve to live."

As she spoke these words, the young animagus went over to see what she meant. He kneeled near the body and checked for anything strange. Sure enough, upon closer inspection, there was the dark mark, imprinted on the corpses forearm near the wrist.

"Well, this should make your decision simpler."

"Decision? What are you proposing?" She looked questioningly at him.

"Ah, ah" he waved his hand. "How rude of me, I never introduced myself."

He bowed down to her. "I am Sirius Black, and I am representing The Order of the Phoenix."

As he straightened himself up, he felt a bit foolish, for there was a long pause and a stern look on the vampire's face.

But just then, her crimson lips began to curl into a wry smirk. She lifted her dress a few inches from the ground... and curtseyed. He was being quite admirable, so she felt she should respond with courtesy.

"Valencia Rosemary Salvez."

"Salvez? From the Salvez clan?" Sirius repeated. That name was as popular in the darker realms of the wizard world. Just like his. But the Salvez, though, slowly vanishing from existence.

"Yes," she began to stroke her left hand. It held a solitary Ruby ring in her right finger. "But it's a lineage that has ceased to exist to me." Her eyes, seemed to flicker with life as she said this, almost sorrowful.

But she quickly raised her head towards Sirius. "So, Black, what does your little organization want from me?"

"Well," he said as he rubbed his head, "it's not just you, it's the Vampires in general," he looked up at her, "we need as much help as we can get." "Help?" She looked up at him, her emerald green eyes shone in the bright light of the moon. "Why would the magic ones ever ask for help from..." her hand grazed her face, traced her lips... "From creatures like me?"

"Because our problem will soon affect all creatures of the wizarding world, not to mention the muggle world."

She chuckled. "You don't have to worry; we are very capable of protecting ourselves."

Remembering the incident he just saw that evening, he knew she was right. "Yes, I noticed that."

"But this is something that really poses a threat."

"Tell me, what could be such a threat to the un-dead... "She seemed somewhat interested.

Sirius stared straight into her eyes. "Voldemort"

Valencia's eyebrows rose, but her face remained stern. "Lord Voldemort?"

Sirius scoffed, "I rather not aknowledge his lordship's title... He's a murderer, he doesn't deserve it." His heart ached with pain and anger at the thought of the death of his beloved friends James Potter and Lily Evans. His eyes squinted as he evoked this memory. Valencia noticed this.

"He hurt you?" Her head titled to the side, as she asked this, as if looking for the answer on his visage.

"Yes" Sirius looked away. His face felt hot. "He's hurt many."

Her delicate hand swept his cheek. He could feel the cold and yet smooth skin of her palm. "Your blood flows rampant with fervor." She let her palm slide down before letting go of her touch. She took a breath. "We know of this Voldemort. In fact, some have been contacted by those you call Death Eaters. It seems they also have an interest in an alliance with us."

Sirius sighed. "Yes... we know... that's why many of us have been sent out to recruit as many to our side."

He grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Please, you must understand ... you despise murderers... this is the vilest eradicator of them all... I... we... Need your help... The Vampire clan must know...no good can come from being apart of his crusade! Help us!"

The look in his eyes was of great pain, sorrow, and great reprisal. Her memory of Voldemort had been somewhat bleak, most of the "undead" distanced themselves from any of the Wizards or Witches. There weren't many who bothered having interest in the wars of the living. But Valencia knew that there were those of her kind who did not stand for the persecution of innocent beings, and she knew that there were those who rather enjoyed being involved in a great battle. Perhaps this Sirius Black character could try and sway them to his side. Either way.... She agreed.

"Alright then, Black." She began to walk, leaving him in the background, "If you're willing, I'll take you to Amon."

He raced up to her side and leaned into her shoulder... "Who's Amon?"

Stopping in her tracks, she leaned backwards so Sirius could get a good listen, "The leader of the Crimson Clan."

The Crimson Clan was a type of guild that consisted of some of the most influential and wealthy Vampires in Europe.

Valencia continued her promenade, behind her Sirius embellished a bow. He was very thankful, because now, he would surely have a chance to bring more aid to the Order. As he caught up to her and strolled by her side, he whispered under his breath.

"I thank you, Madam Salvez...."