Hello lovely readers. :) This is a fairly new fic. After a lot of serious thought, I have decided to just go right out and publish the full first chapter, and here it is. It has not been beta'd so please point out any mistakes. CC and flames are most definitely welcome. :P If you would like to beta please contact me and I will most likely say yes. I really would like to have a beta for this fic. Anyway, yes, Harry gets changed into a vamp in this fic. *mouth drops open* Anyway... READ!

They stood, seeping into the shadows, letting the dark fog of the night embrace them. They felt the chilling blackness pressing in on them. He shuddered with satisfaction and she laughed- a harsh, sharp, throaty shriek of contentment. The crisp, cool wind snaked by, caressing their faces and bodies. It was a good night for hunting.

The man listened, silently detecting nearby humans that were too dark to truly see, let alone identify.

"Where are we?" He grunted to the woman.

"Oh, I don't know. Somewhere in England." She growled as she began to soundlessly make her way through the trees and across the forest, which rested along the outskirts of the town, mutedly moving with the grace of a gazelle.

As he blindly followed after his companion, the man growled in frustration, thoroughly annoyed- he had an unexpected and strange knowledge of this place, as if he had been here once before. Or maybe, that wasn't it. Perhaps he had been here in his dreams; his dark, cloudy dreams with only the occasional shining ray gleaming through. Or maybe he had never been here in his human days, or in his vampire days, or in his dreams. Perhaps he simply had some sort of connection to this town, which made him feel drawn to it in uncanny ways, and made him feel the overwhelming need, which he now felt, to protect it.

He continued to look around. He could barely make anything out, yet the odd familiarity that he sensed in the current location was utterly overwhelming.

"James!" his companion hissed, "I'm freaking thirsty. Let's just suck some pisser the get outta here."

He shook his head distractedly and thought; I've definitely been here before.

Upon hearing this, she snorted with disbelief. Of course you have.

The two continued to silently make their way through the thick undergrowth of the forest that resided outside of this town's park. They were about ten yards away from the outskirts of the neighborhood park. The street, where a car occasionally drove by, was not so much more far off. They both tensed when they sensed warm, beating human blood in the distance.

So then they looked toward where the scent was coming from. In the far, far distance, walking along the street, there was a human figure. Its gangly form walked slowly along the sidewalk, emaciated and sickly. James hadn't felt many emotions other than thirst, anger, and seclusion in the past fifteen years, but at the sight of this boy's skinny frame, hunched, defeated shoulders and sad aura, he couldn't help the strange feeling of pity and affection that washed through him.

Beside him, Vasliki growled and nodded toward the figure. What was it doing out so late? James didn't know. All that he could possibly fathom amid his strange sense of affection was that Vasliki wanted this person to be their next meal.

He shook his head toward her, "We shouldn't feed until Si catches up to us."

Vasliki just snarled. James knew she didn't care about that screwball, but seeing as the insane yet wise and experienced vampire had created both of then, it was their responsibility to not feed until he joined them.

"He'll probably be here by tomorrow." James added.

Together the two vampires then silently slithered deep into the night to wait for their old friend's arrival.

Cruelty. Sometimes, he thinks that's all he's ever known. When he was a child, he grew up with his ruthless aunt and uncle, constantly giving him the lower-hand and raising him with barbaric, bloodthirsty methods. He had a cousin, too. Dudley. Dudley was savage, heartless, and spoiled, smothered in gifts and praises by his parents. Dudley was trained to treat others poorly and with disrespect.

He was a skinny boy. His aunt and uncle never fed him enough- just enough to get by. They taught him discipline in the cruelest of ways, and now he has tape over his glasses. He never even really had a place to live, except in the cupboard beneath his stairs.

Believe it or not, this boy, Harry Potter, is famous. Quite famous, rich, too! He's a wizard. Not even an ordinary wizard! As a mere child, practically an infant, he defeated the great and feared dark wizard Voldemort. Of course, that had never earned him any respect from his true family, but they didn't matter to him anymore.

That's exactly what Harry thought on one unbearable hot and sweaty July morning as he made them breakfast. They didn't matter to him anymore. In the next room, he could hear Dudley complaining over his crappy life. From what Harry could gather, he had just stubbed his toe as he made his way down the stairs, fell, and couldn't get up.

Harry couldn't help the small chuckle that snaked up his throat and out into the open. He couldn't actually see what was going on in there, but he had the hilarious and most likely accurate image of Petunia fawning over him, bent down over his fat body and attempting to help him get up. Vernon pacing around, trying to come up with a Game Plan to ensure that such an atrocity would never happen again to his supposedly strong and tough son.

"Vernon…" Harry heard Petunia's soft but fretful voice, "He can't get up! Our poor Diddy-kins is trapped on the floor! Should… should we call the police? Or the ambulance? For help?"

At hearing this, Harry couldn't hold back the bout of laughter that had previously threatened to escape from within. He must have laughed pretty loud, because Vernon angrily waddled into the kitchen.

"How's breakfast coming along?" His voice was surprisingly steady and it didn't seem to match up with his tomato red face. Harry swore he saw a vain pop in his forehead.

"Uh, fine. Almost ready. I'm making eggs." Harry said, just as Vernon's sweaty hand whipped out and grabbed the pan where the eggs were boiling, promptly dumping them on Harry's head.

They were both screaming then. Harry because he was covered in hot, burning eggs, which were running down his face and seeping into him. Vernon because he had stupidly grabbed the boiling pan and his hand was now raw and blistering. He had promptly released the pan once the eggs were securely on Harry's head, and it had clattered to the floor with a loud crash.

During this time, Petunia had obviously succeeded in rescuing Dudley from the perils of the floor, because Dudley was now laughing hysterically from the doorway that connected the kitchen and living room. "That's what you get for laughing at my poor mum caring for me!" He shouted to Harry.

Petunia was there too, furiously making her way into the kitchen. "You idiot of a boy!" She glared at Harry with as much ferocity she could muster. If some serious shit wasn't going down, Harry would have found it humorous that that was all she could gather as her most intimidating glare. "How dare you laugh at poor Diddy-kins, your Uncle, and I? We have put this goddamned house over your unworthy head and you have the nerve to be so disrespectful? I'll deal with you most severely when Vernon and I get home!"

"Where are you guys going?" Dudley asked between his bouts of laughter.

"To the hospital to get your father's hands treated because this boy stupidly got them burned!" Petunia yelled as she distractedly tried to wrap them in a damp rag.

"No!" Vernon yelled, "It burns!"

Harry barely registered any of this. At the time, all he knew were she sharp pains that stabbed his face, his neck and his scalp. The egg yolk drooling down over his head. But most of all, his intense hate for his ridiculous family, the anger that had come over him, the furious demeanor he had now taken up.

"Shut up!" He shouted angrily. "Do you think this is okay? I'm absolutely sick of always getting the lower hand in this house. Freaking hell, Dudley must be some sort of God in your eyes!" He breathed heavily as the fire burned on within him, licking his insides and thrilled to have finally been lit.

For a second, Petunia just stared at him. Because she was surprised at his outburst? Harry didn't think so. He didn't know why, but finally she just violently shook her head and said, "remember, you're getting punished, Harry… you've been very disrespectful today," before ushering herself and her husband out the door.

Outside, the slamming of car doors could be heard, and then the engine. Harry remained rooted to the floor, fearing that if he were to move he would lose control and break something, like he greatly wanted to. Rage had been slowly building up within him, and as his whole mind burned with fire, anger, and eggs. He had finally had enough.

And then Harry thought, do I really care? Is this life with these nasty people what mattered to him? Of course not! The wizarding world mattered to him. His friends, Ron and Hermione. Dumbledore. Remus and Sirius. Not his disastrously misled muggle family! Certainly not.

"I hope they kick you out!" Dudley laughed. "No- even better, I hope they feed you poison!"

"They would get arrested." Harry whispered.

"I hope they lock you in your room and don't let you go to school!" Dudley went on, ignoring Harry's comment. "Oh, this is great! You deserve it, of course, for always being such an asswipe to us."

Harry finally began to walk toward the sink, no longer rooted in spot. He was happy that the flames inside of him had finally incinerated. But now he just felt tired. He cleaned himself up and got an icepack.

"Right, well, I'm going out now. I'm hungry. When I get back, have something made for me, will you?" Dudley said happily as he slipped on his shoes and walked out the door. Harry had no doubt that he was going to go find his possy and smoke some weed, but hey, this is a sixteen year old muggle, what can you expect? He was also probably going to stop by McDonald's and have a few meals.

Anyway, Harry just hung around for the rest of the day, caught up in his thoughts and imagining going back to Hogwarts. He direly wished that Ron, or Hermione, or Dumbledore, or someone would come save him from the Dursley's. But he knew that it was unlikely, seeing as it was still so early in the summer.

Finally it got late out. Dudley had been in and out all day, right now he was out. Harry's aunt and uncle still hadn't gotten back from the hospital. Perhaps they had gone out for dinner after Vernon's hands got treated. Either way, Harry was sitting around by himself. He considered pulling out his spell books, hanging out with Hedwig some more, or writing letters to his friends, but he had already done all of that earlier that day.

So he decided to go for a walk. Lately, Harry had been going out on nightly walks. Really to just get away from the Dursley's when he had a chance, when they weren't drowning him with chores. Today, he knew that if his aunt and uncle were to get back and fine him not home, they would just get even more vexed, but he could care less. There was most likely no punishment worse than whatever they already had planned for him.

With that in mind, Harry slipped on Dudley's hand-me-down shoes and made his way into the night. He usually walked to the park, so that's where he headed.

Nope. They don't matter at all. Harry angrily thought as he hurriedly paced along the sidewalk and deeper into the night, desperate to get as far as possible from that wretched house and those awful people. Dumbledore would chastise him, for it was his mother's blessing and his aunt's blood and therefore living with these awful people that had kept him alive the past few years. But Harry didn't care. He wanted to be done with them, to face Voldemort once and for all. He focused on the misty night and warm but breezy summer air and on his sixth year at Hogwarts which he was desperate to start.

He imagined going into the forest, deep into the forest. Getting his broom and taking off to someplace far, far away. He would spend the summer with Ron, or Hermione. Or he would somehow discover that Sirius was still alive, and they would live together and teach each other magic and knowledge. But. Harry knew that it wasn't possible, and never would be.

He entered the park and practically fell onto one of the park benches as a dizzying faintness suddenly came over him. He clenched his hands into fists, and his knuckles turned white under the pressure. In the distance, he could see the street that would be his way home. It was very dark, and the grey, black, and brown blend of ugly colors seemed to be seeping into him. It was very misty too, but with the help of a streetlamp he could barely make out a tall, black figure slowly walking along the sidewalk, as if it were in pain. It was an old man, for sure, and Harry watched as he stopped and stood, existing in the damp, black substance around him. It was almost as if the man was talking, a low, husky, guttural sound, hoarse from many silent spent years, just waiting for someone to come and listen. Impossible. Harry thought. Too far away for me to hear him! Harry felt isolated within himself. Was he scared? No, not particularly. But there was some kind of unnerving aroma the man lent off that sent shivers down his spine and made him feel sick to his stomach. Harry could barely make out the words, "Now I've got to find James… and Vasliki…"

The already breezy air chilled and the feeling of uncertainty was suddenly over bearing. Was this a death eater? A wizard? A creep? Should he run, approach the poor thing, or stay a frozen shadow on the bench? The old man turned and looked at him. Harry felt his criticizing eyes travel over him, his icy cold glare seep through him. A chilling reminder to the awful events that occupied his life. Harry tensed, frozen, except for his loud, quickly beating heart that could probably be heard from miles away.

He made his mind up on what to do. But before he could do anything the strange, awkward, unnerving and mysterious man turned around and kept on walking along the sidewalk. And he didn't stop. He just walked, and walked, until he was far, far away.

So then Harry went back to the abominable place he was required to call home.

There you have it. Oh, I hope it wasn't too confusing or badly written! Please, if anyone can help me find a beta that'd be great! Review! If you want, perhaps give me some summary ideas! Thanks!

~fRANkiEGirL61