Hey all,

This is my first story so it probably won't be too good, but I will try my best. I don't know if I will ever finish this, but if it is well liked I will have inspiration. So, onto the story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the clothes on my back, sob.

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I was walking down the street, feeling warm and deliriously happy, well, not exactly, when an arm reached out of the darkness and pulled me into a dark alley. I wasn't thinking straight so I didn't scream, but it's not like anyone would have heard, or cared for that matter.

I looked upon the man that pinned me to the wall, he had dark eyes, like shadows, and what appeared to be silky black hair falling to his shoulders.

"What do you want?" I managed to say, tired and just wanting to lean on him and sleep, I was drunk mind you.

"I want you." He spoke in a harsh deep voice, yet it was like liquid, slipping softly over my ears and into my being, needless to say I was entranced.

"Why?" I said, breathless.

"I've wanted you for a long time Hermione Granger." Came his muffled murmur, for his lips were on my neck, nipping and licking at the tender flesh there.

If I was sober and my mind was clear, I would have wondered why this strange man knew my name, and what he meant by a long time, but as I said before, I was drunk.

Before I knew what was happening, instead of his lips kissing my neck, they were biting it, I moaned sensually at the feeling he was stirring inside me, him, taking in my blood, leaving me more lightheaded than I was before. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access to my pale flesh, and pulled his body to my own.

He pulled back and I would have fallen from the lack of blood if his arms hadn't been around my waist, holding me up. Blood was on his chin and stained his teeth as I watched transfixed. "You taste so good." He muttered huskily, "But I can't kill you, not yet."

This statement woke up my deadened senses and I struggled in his grasp, eyes wide.

He looked at me, deep into my soul, his dark eyes penetrating my very bones; nothing was unknown to him now. "You are abused." He stated, eyes narrowing, "I can help you. I won't hurt you like they do. I have a gift for you, I've waited a long time to present it, but I believe now is right."

"How do you…A gift?" my mind was jumbled yet again.

"Yes, the gift of life, the gift of strength, the gift of will, and the gift of immortality." He spoke softly, seductively.

"I don't…understand."

"The gift that will enable you to revenge everyone who has hurt you, everyone that would try to hurt you." He leaned in close to me and I could smell the metallic tang of blood on his lips.

"What is it?"

"The gift," he paused for effect, "of vampirism." As he spoke the last words, he pushed my head to his neck, "Bite." I complied, not thinking of what this gift would do to me, of what I would become, but of the revenge I could supply, and of the pain I could bring.

I drank greedily of his blood, lapping up as much as I could from the feeble cut on his white neck I had made with my blunt teeth, nothing like the one that resided on my neck from his dangerous fangs.

He spoke, "That's enough." Even then I did not stop, "That is enough." He spoke more forcefully, dragging my head from his neck.

I stared into his black eyes as he stared into mine, both searching for something, but unknowing of what. My lips were now stained with his blood as his were with mine. He leaned toward me, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss, we battled for dominance, tasting each others blood. He then pulled away, and looked down on me once again, "You will do well. The changes will take place quickly, you will not be able to stop them, and there is no way to reverse your gift, embrace the darkness Hermione. As your sire, I christen you Dysis, this is how you will be know to all other vampires." He turned to leave, "And, we can walk in sunlight, most of the tales are untrue." He then left, turning and disappearing into the shadows.

My heart started beating faster, as my eyes dilated. 'What did I do?' I thought, excited yet terrified. Do I really want this?' I quickly pushed these thoughts out of my head, turned, and walked out of the alley and to my house.

Reaching my room, I stripped and put on a pair of black pajama pants and a red tank top, and burrowed under the covers of my bed, hoping I wouldn't have a pounding headache in the morning.

The next morning I woke up feeling wonderful, I started wondering if I wasn't as drunk as I thought I was last night, I usually have a major hang over.

I didn't wonder over it much and went to my bathroom to take a steaming hot shower, letting the water beat down on my sore back.

I then got out and went to dry my hair, I almost screamed when I saw what was looking back at me in the mirror. A girl, with inky black hair, that had silver tips and blood red streaks, her eyes are what got me though, they were a molten amber, dark, with streaks of rusted gold, almost like liquid gold, while her face was chiseled to aristocrat perfection, small, pointed nose, and blinding white teeth. I gaped a bit more, then touched my cheek, the girl in the mirror did also.

'I must be dreaming, is that really me? Maybe I did get as drunk as I thought, but that wouldn't explain for the whole new face.' My mind was going around in circles. I then thought back on what I believed to have been a dream, a dream with a very freighting answer. I pulled back my now black hair from my neck, and saw two, tiny, almost invisible, punctures that had already healed, leaving only two small scars. 'NO!' my mind yelled.

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SO, how was it? REVIEW! I like hearing how awful it is (Heh, I'm slightly deranged), unless you think it's good, tell me that too!

Until next time, might be a long time,
-:- Kurohebi