IMPORTANT NOTE- This fic is written in the rp (role playing) style. That is, it is written by two different people who control only one of the characters. For those of you unfamiliar with the rp style, we are only allowed to be the character we are controlling. In our individual posts, we are only allowed to talk about what our character is doing, thinking, feeling, ect. We can not control the actions of the other person, this is called god modding and is generally a big no no. This fic is set in the Harry Potter world, at Hogwarts, but is certainly not using any of those characters. It is definitely slash and definitely kinky, so don't like that kind of stuff, please do not read it. Yes. Yes. It is a vampire story. I know, horribly cliché right? Well read it anyway, we think you'll like it. ^-^

This is what's called the apps or Application. Most role play sites require an app to get into the site. Usually this is to see if you are up for the role play and if you know the character you want to create well enough. These are the two apps for the characters in our story. It describes the personalities and history of them both. If you don't want to read this part, go ahed and skip ahead to the next part. I would recommend reading it though because it helps to better understand the characters.

Xavier Vladimirescu

Xavier , 16 , 6th , Slytherin , Homosexual , Pure Blood Vampire

BLACK PANTHER, FAMILY FINDING OUT HE'S GAY , CHARMS , BLOOD RED

PERSONALITY ,

Xavier is on the surface just like any other Slytherin boy his age. He is on the surface utterly horrid. He can't stand people's guts or when people just randomly talk to him. He's not friendly and will not hesitate to attack people both verbally and physically if they annoy him. He has a really nasty temper that he picked up from his father. He has a long fuse on it though. He's been known to attack people randomly at will for the blood that he needed to survive. He doesn't have any problem with that though he always feels a twinge of guilt when he does. He is sexy and will not hesitate to use that sexiness to get what he wants. He appears to be emotionless, bitter, cold, and uncaring.

Underneath however, he really does feel. Most of his problems center around the fact that he is attracted to guys. As a pure blood vampire he comes from a very distinguished line of vampire nobility. He has to play the part and be the person that his family wants him to be. He has no choice in anything he does, it's all up to his family. Any normal gay boy would have plenty to fear from telling their parents, Xavier has to fear the violence and wrath of a pure vampire family of great distinction. He would not only be shunned, his parent's would have subservient workers hunt him down. He lives in fear on the inside, but on the outside he would not show a single bit of that fear. He would not let his proud attitude be hijacked by his inner conflictions. He will do anything it takes to keep his family from finding out.

Xavier hates being a vampire underneath, but he loves the feel of power that it brings. He would never show his hatred of himself. He feels like being a vampire is a curse and that being a member of this pure family is a curse. He would like nothing more than to leave it permanently, but he knows his place. He knows that he is destined to live in the shadows, to be labeled "the bad guy" and to stay with his family. He hates that he can not go outside in the sun. He really actually loves the sun, but he can't go out into it, again, another curse. He is a cold logical thinker, resigned to his lot in life, not choosing to fight it. He will accept his due punishment when the time comes, falling into hell with the rest of the demons of the night.

DAMION VLADIMIRESCU , CORNELIA VLADIMIRESCU , N/A , Timişoara, VERY WEALTHY/UPPERCLASS

HISTORY ,

Xavier comes from the prominent Vladimirescu family of Timişoara. He grew up in a very wealthy home with many servants, shielded from the world around him. His family would constantly bring in people to feed on and had a dungeon of people to feed on but he knew nothing about that. He grew up in bliss as an only child, seeing on the family butler and the maid and if he was lucky, his mother. He did not have a care in the world. He didn't even know that he was a vampire or that his parents were vampires. He grew up being taught by his parents that he was better than everyone else that everyone was subservient to himself. He grew up with that attitude and for the first couple Hogwarts years he still had it.

Xavier was sent off to Hogwarts with his parents knowing that Hogwarts was an excellent school. They could have sent him anywhere else, but they knew that Hogwarts would train him well. They thought that schools like Durmstrang were jokes. Sure they had a tough outer shell, but they were completely lacking on the academic front. Xavier was sent to school and quickly made enemies of most everyone he met. All he knew how to do was be horrid towards everyone else. He didn't have very many friends, and the ones he did have were not pleased to see him when he appeared. He studied and did fairly well in all his classes, keeping to himself most of the time.

In Xavier's second year he did the same, he was an annoying kid who felt like he was better than everyone else. After all that was what he had been taught. It was around this time that he started to feel an alarming craving for blood. Blood of any kind, just blood. He started to feel queasy when he didn't get it and found himself visiting the hospital wing and passing out a lot. He owled his parents with the news to which they replied telling him that he was really a vampire and that he would have to have blood to survive every two weeks. Alarmed, he told his teacher of this to which the teacher told the headmaster. They made sure he got the necessary blood every time it was needed.

In Xavier's third year, he was still an annoying kid, but this time he came back from his full fledged vampire training he had had over the summer. His father had showed him just how to get the blood from a human. Xavier had been scared a bit, but had quickly gotten over that. He knew what he had to do. The third year was Xavier's first time actually biting a human. He had gotten someone in the deep dark corners of the dungeon and had bitten them leaving them bleeding to death in the corner. He didn't know what happened after that, all of it was a blur. He had done it on impulse, not knowing or understanding fully what happened when it did. Afterwards he felt powerful, feeling as though he could take on the world. The student he bit was found dead in that spot a full two weeks later. Xavier knew it was him that had done it, and he felt some guilt in doing it, but he also felt more powerful than ever.

In the summer between his third and fourth years, everything changed. Xavier saw what he had been shielded from for so long, his father's dungeon with people in it. He was scared of it, but he knew that it was necessary. They pleaded to him, and he felt a pain of guilt and a wanting to help them, but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't be weak. He couldn't show any weakness especially not in front of his father. When he went back to school, he felt a new spirit, ready to show the world just what a vampire could do. This year he started to have hormones, and he started having attractions to guys. He was very scared of it. He knew his father would disapprove, and he did not need his pure vampire father coming after him. He forced himself onto other boys when he was desperate for affection. He didn't dare to tell his father or anyone else about it for fear of his father's wrath. He let the rumors flow throughout the school. He wanted people to fear him, and they did.

His fifth year was tough. Xavier had to study for the owls, but he didn't have to study to much. He was an ace at his classes, perfect student. He continued to feed on random people feeling nothing of it but the small pain of guilt he felt every time he did it. He continued to force himself on other guys too, under their protests of course. It wasn't any fun if they weren't protesting. He somehow managed to avoid getting into trouble because he did them so few and far between and he made sure everyone stayed quiet about it. He would not get in trouble for his barbaric emotions and he would not be reported to his parents.

ADRIAN LEVI GARRASTAZU

levi , sixteen , sixth , ravenclaw , homosexual , half-blood

dragonfly , being alone forever , astronomy , silver

PERSONALITY ,

adrian is one of those people that came darn near stumping the sorting hat completely. he could have easily slipped into any of the houses, even hufflepuff though that would have been a bit of a stretch. always a bit of a loner, his shy nature came across as haughty and indifferent. perhaps it was this reserved spirit that kept him out of the clutches of slytherin and gryffindor. that and his undeniable intelligence. he was by no means the brightest of his year, but sharp enough and his myself-alone attitude was perfect for the scholarly dedication so sought after in ravenclaw. books were his friends and he didn't mind passing the time with essays and notes and studying for tests. he had no interest in friends and simply wanted to live up to the expectations that he and his parents had set for himself. be the best that he could be and always keep pushing for better. and where did this quest for betterment begin? where else but the mind.

adrian is a driven young man. once he has his sights set on something, he'll chase it until he gets it. stubborn would be another way to describe it. as far as he is concerned, if you want something you have to go out there and take it. if you want something bad enough, you'll keep going until it's yours. this motivation isn't his only method of stubbornness. soft-spoken as he is, when his mind is made up and an opinion has been formed you'll have a hard time telling him otherwise. spending the majority of his time by himself has also hardened adrian in other ways. when you're alone and so obviously a 'nerd' you become a target for insults and cruel behavior. over time he's learned how to let the nasty things bounce right off of him and simply not care- not too much anyway- about what other people think. there is always that need to fit it but when he looks at the majority of the students in his school he begins to doubt whether he really wants that acceptance. who wants to be part of a crowd that targets the weak?

but what most people don't realize is that there's more to adrian than a shy bookworm. he likes to be his own person and do his own thing and try new things. for example, over the summer he talked his dad into letting him get a celtic trinity tattooed on his left shoulder. he tried a lip piercing once but in the end he let the hole heal. somehow the idea of things sticking into him like that just doesn't appeal. in adrian's opinion, it's like walking around with a decorated needle sticking out of your lip. aside from the typical, let's-see-what-i-can-do-to-alter-my-physical-appearance-by-way-of-sharp-things stage that many teenagers take, he's open to trying somewhat more healthy things. he enjoys such things as kayaking, running and hiking and has a special fondness for the game of soccer although he ends up on his face or bum more than he actually kicks the ball.

dabbling in all those behaviors that are more likely than not just a phase he'll pass over doesn't hold a candle to his biggest step towards being his own person. not that he ever planned on taking such a step. it sorta crept up on him, tackled him and left him dazed. perhaps it wasn't exactly like that. it was more of a slow process. while other guys were starting to admire the curves the little ladies were taking, he was left in the background not really caring... just a late bloomer people told adrian. but as he soon discovered that wasn't the case at all. he was at the same stage as every other boy except for instead of staring at the girls, he was enjoying a back view of the guys. at first adrian was hesitant to consider the possibility but gradually he came to the conclusion that it didn't matter. he was who he was. if anyone else had a problem with it they could go tell it to someone who cared. and with that mind frame he embraced who he was and his sexuality. though he mostly kept the knowledge to himself- not like he had anyone to tell- he wasn't ashamed of it and had anyone bothered to ask he would have given them a perfectly straight answer on the subject.

it's only when i hit the ground ,

anthony garrastazu , nadia garrastazu , brittney garrastazu (six) ,

hamilton, scotland , middle-class

HISTORY ,

anthony and nadia met for the first time far from their homeland in scotland. they first met on a sunny beach in southern california. nadia was visiting family and anthony was simply there to see what the fuss was about. as luck would have it, nadia and her little cousin had been playing frisbee just as anthony was walking past. if it hadn't been for the frisbee to the head, chance are he would have never met his future wife. nadia insisted on hovering over him like a worried mother hen for the better part of an hour before he could convince her that he was perfectly fine. and to prove there were no hard feelings wouldn't she like to join him for lunch? lunch came and went and the shadows grew longer and day fell to a close and all the while the young couple talked and laughed. with the predictability of young people, they were quickly taken with each other. the rest of their trips were spent together as much as possible. when it was time to go back to reality the two kept in touch.

when nadia was twenty and anthony was twenty-two, anthony asked for nadia's hand in marriage and received the desired answer of 'yes'. the next two years were spent preparing for the wedding and the life after that. they both agreed it would be better to get themselves settled comfortably in terms of careers before the next big step was carried out. the wedding took place in the same church nadia's parents had been married on a quiet november afternoon. the whole affair was small and the honeymoon was a simple escape to a cabin in the woods. it was an effective trip however because eight months, three weeks and four days later adrian got his first taste of life on earth.

he had a happy childhood with the usual ups and downs but nothing out of the ordinary. his parents had a cute three bedroom, one bath house settled on the outskirts of town in a quiet neighborhood. during the day he followed his mom around like a shadow. dad was out taking care of the family with his job as a local doctor. meanwhile nadia was at home writing for the town's newspaper and sending articles in to magazines here and there. when his dad came home, adrian was always by the door waiting just like a faithful little puppy. evenings were spent pleasantly with games and laughter and stories and movies. anthony and nadia felt it was important for adrian to grow up in a happy, healthy, supportive environment. while fun was part of adrian's life, he was taught the benefits of learning and working and grew up appreciating both.

as soon as he was old enough, adrian began muggle schooling. both his parents anticipated he would go to wizarding school but it never hurt to be educated in both worlds. besides, the neighbors would begin asking questions if their eleven-year-old son was getting no education whatsoever. this was where his loner attitude first showed. where most kids were making friends left and right, adrian made only a few here and there and even then he didn't follow them around like most kids did. in a way this made the transition from muggle to magical school much easier because there were no strong bonds to break and no lies that needed to be told in order to protect the family's secret. and if adrian was going to be perfectly honest, he was almost glad to get away from the muggle schools. he couldn't be himself there even if he wanted to.

the first few years at hogwarts were nothing special as far as adrian was concerned. he got up, had breakfast, went to class, sat in the common room and worked, ate dinner, went to bed. wash, rinse, repeat. friends were minimal and to call them friends would be a stretch. most of it was just casual acquaintances and, 'if-you-give-me-the-answers-to-tonight's-homework-i'll-sit-with-you-at-dinner' type relationships. all the while adrian was begining to discover more about himself and for a while these discoveries pulled him even deeper into himself than usual. but gradually he relaxed and came out as much as it was possible for him to.

fifth year was when things began to get interesting for adrian. he was now confident in himself and had begun to open himself up fully to what being homosexual meant. he started allowing himself to freely admire the boys in his year. there was one that he never spent much time on though. some boy named xavier. from what adrian could gather the guy was similar to himself in his taste for being alone. but unlike with adrian, there were some nasty rumors circulating about the strange boy who kept mostly to himself. unpleasant ones that made you want to curl up near a fire and pray to a god you may or may not have believed in for safety. for most of the year, adrian kept his distance. didn't allow himself to look or care. but as the year progressed, he began to seek out the mysterious stranger. it was hard to resist. no one adrian had ever seen could compare to the dark looks of this strange boy with the deadly aura. adrian was entranced.

he never went on to do anything about any of the things he was feeling though. how could he? he was too shy and too timid to approach a boy so hard and cold. was xavier even capable of feeling anything beyond contempt? the year came to a close, adrian went home to spend the summer daydreaming about tall, dark and handsome men. he'd always been excited to return to hogwarts and the feeling of almost belonging he got there, but he was never more excited than he was when the time came to go back for his sixth year.

NOTE- If you're read these, thanks so much. I appreciate it. I play Xavier and my friend plays Adrian. All material you see here that we have written is copywright to myself and my friend respectively. Hogwarts and Harry Potter are copywright to J.K. Rowling. The first scene is coming soon, and it's quite the good one. ^-^ Oh and I'm a guy and my friend is a girl, so it might get interesting.