Disclaimers: I do not own The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. All canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material, including original characters, belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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This fanfiction story was inspired by a roleplay that me and my friends, Adeleidhis and WingedIceWolf, are currently working on. The roleplay got really interesting and that's how this fanfic came to be. Enjoy. :)

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Prologue:

Bloodlust

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Shirina moved from one tree branch to another, minding her steps as she climbed higher and higher up the tall pine tree. Each step meant something, meant that no matter what she was doing, she would always have a foothold, a place to watch the school, should the moment arise when she needed to take action.

The students didn't need to act so rebellious. She cracked a smile, letting it crease her pearly white skin. Thunder erupted, thickening as the rain fell from the dark clouds. Shirina ignored this, content to stay where she was. The last thing she needed was interruptions. Interruptions that would surely ruin her plan. But plans didn't go as planned, did they? She hoped her plan did.

It hadn't been long since she transformed. Everything was muddled and confusing. The only thing she cared about was bloodlust. She could not give up! Not until her prize was caught and she was triumphant!

She looked to the school now, with its brick walls and its newer buildings. This school did not deserve to be here, not with what its history contained! She sat on her perch, while the rain cascaded over her flaming, curly red hair, her dark brown jacket with pockets on the sides and on the chest, her blue shirt, her beige pants, and her white shoes. Not the typical fashion for a vampire, but this was what she ended up with when she turned.

At last! She saw her first victim! A lonely boy with short blond hair and wearing a turquoise jacket, a purple T-shirt, tan pants, and black boots. In his hands was a black flip phone, which he pulled out of his pocket and used to call his mother. Shirina caught the boy's name, as the name flitted through her mind. He was Blanco, a hobbit from Middle-earth.

It didn't matter to Shirina. She was just willing to take her prize. She glided down from the tree, landing on another tree, and then another. At last, she was on the ground, seeking out the boy who walked alone. No. There he was talking to a few people. She had to catch him when he was all alone. She would do so. She just needed to call out his name mind.

"Blanco," Shirina whispered, getting the boy's attention. The boy looked around, checking to make sure no one was around and continued on his way through the campus. Shirina continued following the boy, waiting to see what he would do. She found her way down an alley and tried again. "Blanco, come here, son." She said in a soothing, seductive voice.

She moved in the shadows as the boy heeded her words, heading down the alleyway in confusion. Such a sweet, innocent boy. What a shame she would turn him here and now.

"Hullo? Is anyone down here?" Blanco asked, alarmed and confused. Shirina moved from the shadows, revealing her presence. Blanco set his pack down, pulling out his sword. "Who are you?"

"Oh, you won't remember a thing. At least," Shirina cracked a smile, "not yet."

"What?" Blanco asked, confused. Shirina tried to reach for him, but the boy was fast. She would have to be faster, but also use her charms to her advantage. She moved her cold fingers up his sword, approaching him in a silvery manner.

"Come now, Blanco," Shirina said in deadly, smooth voice. "You know you don't want to hurt me. I can be your everything. Everything you desire can be yours. All you have to do is take it." She moved up to him, working her way around him and not stopping. "Oh Blanco, surely you don't see it, but you will." She whispered in his ear, "It will be all right. Everything will be fine."

She smiled, watching Blanco lower his sword, allowing it to fall on the dirt ground. She returned her gaze to him. Gently, she moved his head back a ways, enough for her to see his neck. She saw a vein. Right there for the taking! She opened her mouth, revealing her sharp teeth, and bit down on his throat.

The taste of blood was endearing. She hadn't expected his blood, this hobbit's blood, to be so thrilling. She wanted more, but she also knew she needed to start up her army. She finished drinking his crimson wine, pulling back slowly so she could relish this moment. She licked her lips, tasting his blood in wicked delight. She didn't waste time. She bit down on her arm, allowing her blood to flow free, before convincing Blanco to drink it.

She did it! She turned her first hobbit, her first victim, into a vampire. Now, she could begin her work and turn others into her personal army. Now, who else could she bite today? She smiled, leaving Blanco alone for the time being. She would be back and he would be hers for all time.

Nothing would ruin her plans now! Nothing at all! At least, for the time being.

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Thanks for reading. :)