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CHAPTER ONE: SWEET SURRENDER
My eyes are closed, but that does little to blind me as to where my prey has desperately hidden itself. I can hear the beating of their heart in my ears, feel it pounding through me, like the beat of a rock song played at too high of a volume. Adrenaline is now coursing through me as well, pumping through me as the thrill of the chase makes me eagerly anticipate my hard earned meal. It's sick and wrong, yet I can't find it within me to care.
Every muscle in my undead body is tense, ready for action, anticipating the last struggle of my victim before I can finally consume their sweet, life sustaining blood. It's ironic how someone else's death can be so sweet and is the only thing that keeps me, in turn, alive. I suppose "alive" isn't the most suitable word, though, considering I'm a vampire. Although I'm still breathing and can walk and talk like any human, I am no longer alive, and most certainly not human, nor will I ever be again. At first this realization unsettled me, the fact that I could no longer walk amongst my friends and family as one of them. Soon, however, I learned to enjoy my tainted existence, and now revel in the overwhelming pleasure it provides. I let myself become lost to it, let it define my entire existence, for one very simple reason. It is all I have left.
The very essence that was me died along with my body when I was changed into the demon that I now am. Although I look very much the same as I did when I was still counted among the living, same black hair and bright green eyes, I have changed more than anyone could have imagined. Perhaps it's the demon that now possesses the spot where my soul used to reside that did this to me, or just my Slytherin side finally asserting itself as I never would have let it when the opinion of others still mattered to me. Anyway, I've changed. I can't say whether it's for good or bad, for my very definition of those words has changed as well, although I'm quite certain those I knew from my former life would side with the latter. But I no longer care.
I am above them now, above their messy human emotions, and I have no inclination to return even if that were somehow possible. I am a superior breed that will last throughout the ages, whilst they themselves in the matter of a century will be no more than a memory contained within my mind. They consider me dead, but I will outlast them all. Vampires are immortal, after all, though many would prefer to associate the term immoral with my race. It is true that we kill without remorse, yet we do only what we must to survive. We are realistic; we care nothing for useless feelings that will give us no tangible advantage, and everything for knowledge and cunning. The fact that these are Slytherin virtues does not fail to escape my notice, and it is this knowledge that they are the very antithesis of the idealistic Gryffindor views that I expressed as a human makes surrendering to them all the sweeter.