Hey Guys, I know I haven't updated my other story in awhile but I asure you, I will. This story Just happened to pour out of my head. Tell me what you think!

This wasn't supposed to happen. His lungs stung, the mud slowed him down, as well as the blinding rain. Using his wand as a torch didn't help, it was pitch black. They were supposed to be snatching her, now she's hunting them down. The dead silence made it even worse. No breathing, no twigs snapping, nothing, just the pit and pat of the down pour. He prayed to Merlin that he didn't slip or trip over the tree roots. The next thing he knew he was soaring in the air to his left. He landed on the forest floor his leg broken. A blade of his left femur tore his flesh. He was is riveting pain, and scared shitless. Where was she? The last thing he would see was were the demon blood eyes.

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I hate human beings. They are greedy, ignorant creatures with no kindness. Well… I have met some humans who meet my standards, but the number is quite slim. Dumbledore, was one of them. I met him when he was just seven years old. I lived a long time before that though. I'm an immortal, which humans refer to us as 'Vampire'. Which I find very insulting. The stupid movies muggles make, make us out as either softies or monsters. No we do not glisten in the sunlight, and no we do not feed off humans. Well we do in dire need or certain rituals, but we find our bodies to respectable for human filth. And again we are not bitten and turned into an immortal, we are born. That makes me come back to my main point. When we are born, our bodies look like the common infant. And we stay that way for around 50 years, we are rather slow. Immortals age till we have a body of someone in their 20's. So, by the time I met Albus I was in a body of a 11 year old. He was always getting into trouble, but he was the only person who treated me like a real friend. He was my only friend.

He stayed my friend over the years. When I reached my 15 year old stage, the ministry wanted to exterminate us. Saying we were too dangerous for the masses. I would like to see them try. We were always the more superior beings. But Albus stood up for us, giving his knowledge of our world, and assuring we had no care of humans or their matters. They reluctantly stood down, knowing they would never win.

When the first war broke out, I wanted to help my old friend out but I was denied. If Voldemort knew of my existence he would try to use me as a weapon, or even try to hunt down the rest of my kind. Though after the whole ministry thing most of the immortals moved to different areas to not be bothered. So I left as well, to Japan, to not get in the way, but years after the end of the war I got a very interesting letter.

Dear Sasha, I write to you in great haste. I ask you return to England. I'm in dire need of your expertise. You know I'm not one for a short greetings.
Albus

What had scared the great and powerful Albus Dumbledore, I had no idea, but of course for my friend I came running. England is the same as always, grey and rainy, just as I loved it. I waited in the forest in the trees waiting for the little children to scurry off to bed. I hated children, but then again what didn't I hate.

"Its still summer break my friend." I watched Dumbledore standing out side the iron doors. He was the only human to notice my presence. I never understood why, I'm a predator, that hurts my feelings. In a second I was by his side. He's gotten even older looking, if that was even possible. His eyes still clear blue, those eyes even twinkling still told me, my friend was in deep shit.

"So, you need me to get you out of something?" I asked while tying up my raven hair.

"Hello to you too Sasha." He sighed and engulfed me in a hug.

"Now Albus, remember, a few years to you is a few days to me. And you look like shit."

"I appreciate that." He released me and gave me his arm, "Now lets head to my office to get started."