A/N: I am in need of a beta! That being said, please excuse the mistakes that escaped me and thank you for reading this!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!(From the Harry Potter verse, I mean)

JUMP IN THE LINE

CHAPTER 1: a disowned vampire

"You, Stefan Matei Demeter, are disowned! You are to give up the family seal and forget any affiliations you might have had with the Demeters. You are, from this moment onward, nothing more than a stranger. You are to leave in an hours' time, if not so, you will be seen as an intruder and treated as such. From the moment you step outside the Mansion's gates your rights of entering it again will be revoked. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes."

"Be off."

Eyes brimming with tears the teenage boy spun on his heal and hurried towards his quarters. As fast as he could, he threw almost half of his clothes into a bottomless bag, shedding over what was left a blood tear. The formal clothes with his family's emblem sewed on the chest, although extremely dear will be of no use and his time was fast running out. He could not bear to be hunted in his own home, by his own family and so he planned to be gone as fast as possible. Next were shoes, inconspicuous jewelries and any unmarked weapons he could find. With a final and regretful look he turned and ran towards the exit opting for the least traveled hallways. Unfortunately, he was forced to pass through the entrance hall and he was pretty sure that there was bound to be a family member about. What he did not expect, however, was to find his whole family gathered and dressed in formal clothes as if they were expecting guests. Rising his head and angrily trying to wipe his blood tears from his eyes he whispered in a ruff voice to the backs of the vampires he called family for 17 years:

"Move."

Maybe they were surprised that he dared to speak that way, maybe it was the slight edge in his voice, maybe a hundred reasons, none of which he was certain about and even though he couldn't have cared less at that moment in time, he would ponder about it later. What he did know was that they all turned and parted. And for the first time in his life, he could read all their thoughts. He heard them all, caressing whispers to his numbed mind. How imposing he looked standing there detached, how handsome he was in his black pants, with his black shirt, swaying elegantly as he walked, how exquisitely beautiful fell his deep read hair in his lemon green eyes, then, with a sudden prang of guilt, how truly innocent he proved to be when a tear of blood, the tear of the innocent slid down his ivory cheek and how useless it all was when he lapped the tear from his full lips reminding them that there was no going back. He felt all their remorse and it didn't matter. It was too little, too late.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do with himself or where he was supposed to go, but he tried to keep what little dignity he had left. One more step and he would be out of their life. Forever. He found himself dizzy. Just a little bit dizzy was all he will admit to himself afterwards and juuuust a little bit reluctant. Maybe a bit rash also…Maybe for just a second he had wanted to turn and tell them to go ahead, to kill him, because life without them was no life for him. But his survival instinct won. He made the step and in no time he had disappeared in the darkness of the night.

The minute he wanted to start running he saw a person just…appear in the street. He instinctively buried himself more deeply in the shadows. Romania was the kind of country that taught you how delightful and useful paranoia was. The person was quickly followed by others. Black cloaks and white masks, that was all he could say about them until one of them raised a stick and let out a complicated string of words in what he knew was Latin. That hit home. The person had soul magic and if he was not mistaken, he was trying to raise some sort of wall. The young vampire cursed his lack of interest in studying the subject. He reasoned that those were probably the guests his family…a…the others were waiting for and the fact that he had no desire to get caught in any plan of theirs. Not anymore. It was their problem.

Feeling a bit better, it was NOT his problem, he slowly made his way around them, keeping close to a nearby fence and, for once, blessing the human's weak senses. He started running. Ten, twenty, thirty meters… freedom was near.

!BUMP!

"What the…..?Oh, hell no, another wall?"

He sensed somebody behind him and turned around just in time to see a silver stake being fired from one of those special made sticks men carried. He dodged but was not lucky enough to escape unharmed as the stake pierced his left shoulder. His balanced lost, he focused on releasing all his energy before the silver made him fry himself.

"What are you doing?"

"He's a vampire…I…"

"You are a fool! What kind of allies are dead allies?"

"Well…technically they are already…"

"No, they are not!"

"I just couldn't help it… he's a vampire!"

"Really?!"

The redhead was slowly growing tired of releasing a constant amount of power and was starting to think that burning alive wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Why isn't he blazing?"

"He is!…not?"

"No…"

"He is an ancient! I have to get rid of that spike. "

The vampire saw hazily as a man with long black hair fixed his grip on the stake then pulled it out. He thought he heard him mumble about ancient vampires, Romania, big families, stupidity. All he knew was that he was slipping and his world was getting darker by the second. He chuckled. He really was a pathetic vampire…

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