Here's chapter one, this idea just kind of popped into my head this morning and I decided to test it out. Review if you want to read more, thanks! Time set is BEFORE HP and Deathly Hallows.
P.S. I know there is quite a bit in Italics but trust me the whole story isn't goint to be in that format.
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling so I don't own her characters.
Chapter 1: Victoria
A fog swirled about my feet as I slowly climbed out of the tent. Twigs and rocks crunched beneath my feet as I walked deeper into the lightless woods, my eyes trying to focus into the dark.
" FATHER!" My dry voice cries.
I call his name out into the empty forest as it echoes off into the distance with a mocking manner. My breath quickens as my pace becomes faster, my eyes desperatly scanning the oak trees. Soon I'm running as my voice cracks with panic, finding myself lost and alone in the towering forest. I look back hoping to see my tent waiting for me, only to see the threatening trees looming over the fog.
' Where could he have gone?" Was my desperate thought.
I recall him mumbeling something about using the bathroom when he left the tent, but that was hours ago. I then curse my father in my mind, for making me go on this blasted camping trip. Although my anger soon fades into fear as I come to the sad realization that I'm lost in the middle of a forest, at night, with no clue to where my father is. I try to salvage some common sense as I turn around and start going back to the direction I came. My logic proves to be useless as I find myself amongst more and more trees.
A noise freezes me.
I root myself to the spot, even my eyes dare not move from their focused spot. A sickening noise is responsible for the cold fear that spreads its self into my veins; turning my blood cold. Its a disgusting noise, one of suckling, ripping and grunting; the kind one expects to hear when watching an animal feast on another. Suddenly silence stabs at my ears, I gather what self control I have left and slowly turn; hoping to see that the animal has abandoned its prey.
Instead I see three human figures, staring at me. My eyes quickly ignored the strangers as they landed on a familiar sight. My father lay spread eagle on the forest floor, his head supported on a large log. Even though his eyes are open, they are lifeless and cold, his mouth open in a silent scream. My own eyes widen in shock and fear as I gaze upon the rest of his body: his shirt is ripped open, as blood swirls from his neck down. I fight the urge to throw up as his bones and organs peek out above his shredded skin.
I hurriedly redirect my vision as it lands on one of the strangers face. My brown eyes hurriedly meet red blood ones, as they are joined by two other sets of the same color. I take in their faces as they give me a sick smile, blood spilling from their mouths as it drips onto my fathers mangled body as they eye me with a hungry glint. As I gaze upon them in fear, I see that there is one male and two females; the male seems to be the leader as the two women crowd behind him.
The strange man slowly takes one of the girls arm and wipes the crimson substsance from his mouth, before quickly abandoning it. His red eyes bearing into mine as he pushes back his dark brown hair, showing his handsome face as a strange attraction to him comes over me; even though he looks about twenty years my senior. His smile widens as he slowly stalks towards me, somehow knowing that I am frozen with fear and wanting it at the same time. He soon reaches me as his eyes turn into an ice blue, his hand reaching towards me out of a black cloak.
" Little girls aren't supposed to be out in the woods at night." He whispered as he played with a lock of my hair.
" I'm sixteen." I squeak unexpectedly, replying to the 'little girl' refrence.
I squeeze my eyes shut, expecting him to lash out in anger and kill me right then and there. I slowly open them to see his face screwed up in amuesment, as he let out a deep chuckle.
" Well then, I would've thought that your father would have taught you that." He said with a sick smirk.
The man twirled behind me swiftly as he let my eyes take in the horrible sight of my father once more. Another chuckle resounded from the man, this time two shrill laughs joining in from the two women. I feel tears start to build as I lower my eyes, letting them fall in dispair. Soon I feel the man's hand lift my chin, as he angles my head to him.
" None of that now." He whispers, his surprisingly soft hands brushing away my tears.
" Please, I don't want to die." I beg, as the image of my father lingers in my head.
" You don't have to." He says gently, turning my head to face it's natural direction.
" I don't?" My voice letting the smallest of hope come through, as I look at the glaring women.
" I can give you immortalitly, strength, power, anything that you disire." The man said, bringing his lips next to my ear.
" Who are you?" I gasp, as he starts to nibble on my ear.
" Artimus." He replies, as he brings his lips down to my neck.
" Will you join me?" He questions, ubruptly stopping his warm kisses.
" Yes." I mumble leaning into him, my body aching for his lips.
" What was that?" He questions, turning my head towards him once more.
" I will join you, Artimus." I answer, in a trance like state.
The man named Artimus smiles once more, two of his teeth enlongating as they graze his bottom lip. The sight hurriedly shook me out of my trance-like state as I open my mouth to scream. Although before I can make a noise his eyes return to a deep red as he latches onto my neck. My mouth in a silent scream as his teeth peirced my olive skin.
I gasp awake as sweat rolls down my cheek, my breathing fast. I put a hand to my chest expecting to feel a familiar pounding. As no such thing happened I sighed as I once again joined reality, I looked around the dark room, my eyes seeing everything as clear as day.
" Dreaming about me I see." A vioce sounds from the door.
" Shut it, Charles." I snear as I walk past him and into the kitchen.
" Oh come on, don't deny it." He says slicking back his dirty blond hair, with a goofy smile. " I know you wake up all hot and bothered thinking about me."
" You know sometimes I think I should kill you." I mumble looking into the fridge only to see a cup filled with a red substance.
" You can't kill me even if you wanted to." Charles replied, letting his hair fall against his large ears.
" That would be because?" I question, tipping the cup against my lips as the thick liquid ran down my throat.
" It would be because of my awesome skills!" He says making a cross with his fingers.
" Yes, that's exactly why I had to save you when you were almost Artimus' dinner." I reply sarcastically, finishing my drink.
" That was three years ago." He answered dismissively, with a wave of his scrawny hand.
" Why I keep you around I'll never know." I said, my teeth making a clink against the glass as I lowered it.
" Uhm, maybe because I can walk into sunlight." He answered, motioning towards the kitchen window that was covered by a black blanket.
I shrugged my shoulders as a blur of brown whizzes out of my fireplace and right into the kitchen. The brown blur whizzed straight towards Charles as he yelped in suprise and toppled over one the chairs. I simply put out my arm as the blur slows and gently sets itself on my arm.
" What the bloody hell was that!?" Charles bellows standing up.
" It's an owl Charles." I say calmly, my long teeth retracting.
" Is it from that Dumbledork wizard bloke?" Charles questioned wearily.
" What if it is?" I question taking the parchment from the owl's foot.
" Why do you help him all the time?" Charles asked with a roll of his eyes.
" It's simple, I make sure my kind don't join Voldemort, he pays the bills." I answer with a careless shrug.
" Who cares if this Voldemort guy gets some of you demons together?" He questioned going through the cupboards.
" Apparently they're in the middle of some wizarding World War two, that can effect the lives of everyone." I answered with a sigh.
" Even people like you?" Charles asked, putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave.
" Yes, he said it will also effect people like you, uh, what does he call you again?" I thought aloud, remembering the old man using a specific word.
" Oh yes, he calls them ' muggles." I say after a moment.
" So anyone that doesn't have magical powers is a muggle?" Charles questioned with a raised eyebrow.
" Pretty much." I answer giving the waiting owl a bowl of water.
" I got a few things I'd like to call him." Charles mumbled taking out his popcorn. " So you aren't afraid of this wizard bloke?"
" For a vampire hunter your pretty stupid." I answer with a smirk.
" Whaf?" He questions through a mouthful of popcorn.
" Magic has no effect on vampires." I reply, plopping on the couch as I switch on the television.
" Like werewolves?" Charles questioned with a loud gulp.
" Yes, like them." I reply with venom.
" Whoa there! Your eyes are doing that red thing." Charles warned sitting on next to me.
" Sorry." Was my only answer as I felt my eyes change back into its normal brown.
" What's with the dog hating?" He questioned bluntly.
" Vampires and Werewolves hate eachother." I reply stiffly, changing the channel.
Charles merely shook his head as he focused his eyes on the television set. The rest of the day went by pretty slowly, I sent Charles to get more blood from the butcher. Other than that we sat in our dark appartment, spending a few hours in our little gym area as Charles helped me work out. Even though he can annoy me to no end, he's grown on me, like an annoying older brother. Even though he knows he can go out into day and leave me any time he wants he stays.
He first stayed with me thinking I was a vampire hunter like him since I saved him from Artimus, one of the most notorious vampires tormenting Britian. Although I soon told him what I was, even though he hunted my kind he decided to stay with me. When I asked him why a twenty two year old vampire hunter would ever want to stay with me, he gave a goofy smile and asked why I saved him.
I honestly couldn't answer him. I think that as I watched Artimus go at him the sudden image of what happened to my father popped into my head. The reason why I drink the blood of animals not humans, I only do it when I must; that is when I'm around Artimus. I do not linger on such thoughts as they only served as dark memories.
Finally night fell upon the quiet streets of Britain, I told Charles to stay as I had buisness with Dumbeldore to attend to.
" Victoria!" Charles called.
" Yes?" I questioned turning towards the door.
" Be careful." He whispered.
" I can't promise that Charles." I answer softly before striding into a dark alley.
Okay! There goes chapter 1!! Hehe, I never really write in first person format, but I gave it a shot! Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks!