NOTE TO ALL READERS:
This story was previously posted (before Christmas) under Embers and I was helping to write it. It was taken off of fan fiction because of affiliations with Ann Rice. I am not re-posting it on my penname, and I give CREDIT TO EMBERS for this story as well. It is not the same exact story (for it was erased when the story was taken off line) so here it is:Prologue
Ebony sat at the table, the candle light playing across her face. She smiled as she watched the people interact all around her. It will only be awhile. she told herself as she nursed her drink. A little while.
It was different, being out on her own instead of with her family. But they didn't want her to stay. She reminded herself as she watched her victim walk through the door. He had shady blond hair and was about 5 foot tall. His deep blue eyes were warm and soft. But she didn't care, all she cared about was tonight. Tonight, he would get his just reward…
She walked over towards him, and out on her best smile as sat down next to him.
"Hi," she turned towards him, her long black hair glistening in the light.
"Hi to you too," he told her, his voice showing signs of huskiness. As they began to talk, she ordered more beer, while she pretended to drink hers. It was not long before he was maddening drunk.
Seeing that her plan was working, she whispered into his ear,
"Let's go back to my place…" Seeing the glint in her eyes, he responded,
"Ssssuree!" She lead him out of the bar and then pop! They were back in her apartment. As soon as he saw where they were, he pushed his mouth towards hers and devoured it. She felt his tongue slip in, and let his guide her to the couch. When his hands found her breasts, however, she stopped him.
"I want to do something first." she said as she stuck her tongue into his ear.
"Alright." She got on top of him and caressed her hands down his body, then drew him near her. He saw the fangs just as they pierced his skin.
She felt her heart beat in unison with his under her palm. It was ecstasy, this simple pleasure, she mused. She could taste the sweet blood on her tongue, that made her only hunger for more. This pleasure was one that she had not known before this very summer. It was a pleasure that she delighted in. She continued to hold him, until she felt his breath slow, then she reluctantly released him. He fell back on the couch, his eyes glazing over with death. Before he passed on to that endless sleep, he whispered,
"Hermione…" and then he was dead. Ebony shifted, then got up,
"No, I'm not her anymore… She is dead." she told the dead body. And with a flick of her wrist, he was gone.
Ebony walked around Diagon Alley, her mind full of the past. When I discovered that I was not one of them, that I was a vampire, it was horrid. My parents didn't know how to handle me. Now I will never see them again. They are dead as well, just like Hermione…
She walked towards the counter of the store, hand fills of Hogwarts items in her arms.
"How much are these?" she asked, putting the items on the counters.
"50 sickles." said the lady at the counter, seeing her suspiciously. It didn't matter how much she looked like a human, people could generally tell that there was something different about her. As she handed the lady the money, she made her way through the store and outside into the night. People eyed her inquisitively. She ignored them as she walked into a dark alley. Then pop! She was back in her apartment before you could say quidditch.
As she sat down on the couch, she remembered the event of that night. She wondered what would have happened if she discovered so late in life that she was half-vampire. My parents would not have kicked me out of my own house… would not have abandoned me. And they would not be dead. The man I killed tonight would not be dead. For that man was the very man that had convinced her parents that she was a threat. That she needed to be sent to a home with kids like her. Ebony knew it that the place she was to be sent to was an orphanage for vampires, but she would not be sent away like some common juvenile. So, she killed her parents and ran away. Changing her image and starting a new life in its place.
This is better than my old life could ever be… she told herself and went to get ready for school.
