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It had been a dreary night; drizzle and one of those nights that filled you with a foreshadowing.
I had gone to Diagon Alley under the pretense of school shopping but had met up with a friend. We had met secretly because my mother and father disapproved highly of halfbloods.
Our friendship was an odd thing considering me, a pureblood Slytherin Black; him, a halfblood Gryffindor. But I was never one to pay attention to house boundaries or blood purities. And of course it helped that my brother was in Gryffindor.
It was Sirius, with his shaggy black hair and mischievous grey eyes so like my own appearance, that introduced me to his friends, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and little Peter Pettigrew. Personally I didn't much care for James, he was so blissfully unaware of how cruel he was to other students in school all he knew was that most girls in the school fell head over heels for his jet black, messy hair, hazel eyes, and confident air. I never really knew what to think of Peter. With his mousey brown hair and squinty chocolate brown eyes, he was always so shy and I never was able to get to know him. It never helped that he shied away from me. Why? I wish I knew. I did know that something about his thirsty worship of his friends was odd. But it was Remus that I was drawn to. We could talk and talk for hours on end. We had so much in common while having such varied opinions. It made for great conversations. Then of course, I found myself drawn to him for more then just a conversational companion. How could I not with his golden brown eyes or his sandy brown hair? I realized that I had a crush on my brother's friend. And of course Sirius figured it out too.
All four of them made fun of me for awhile. That is, until I realized once more that I no longer had a crush on Remus and then dated Thom Malfoy.
I took a Muggle bus as close to Grimmauld Place as the route went and was meandering though the streets and alleyways. I wasn't really paying attention, my feet knew the way, and I was worried about what to tell my parents.
I envied Sirius for running away. I was too afraid of my parents to attempt the same thing and, unlike Sirius, I had no where to go if I did manage to completely get away.
I turned down that fateful dark alley and was attacked.
At first I was mindless in my fear. I immediately knew what held me captive, feeding on my life. I was horribly aware that death was much more than probable.
As unconsciousness started to cloud my mind and darken my sight; as I felt myself fall to the ground; as I feebly realized I must be dying; I licked my lips and tasted a sweet, sticky metallic tang.
Then, blackness.
Past all rationality, I woke up.
It was still dark but that meant nothing except that it was night. Whether it was only moment or days later was beyond me.
I very nearly went insane.
I had been changed into a vampire. My senses were heightened dramatically. I could hear conversations being held ten to twenty blocks away. Details around me seemed over exaggerated, sharply in focus. I could smell the reek marijuana smoke coming down from a flat above me and could pick out the single smells from the trash bin I was lying behind.
Above all, I could hear hundreds upon hundreds of monotonous thuds. The sound of every heart beat came into my new hearing range.
I don't know how but I managed to gather myself; I had to satiate my hunger.
On that godforsaken night, I murdered a helpless, innocent. I despised myself. I couldn't go home nor could I bear to face my friends. I had become a nasty, filthy thing; a murderer.
I wasn't even seventeen yet. I was to start my seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I vowed never to prey on man again.
I sealed my painful fate. My first mistake was made.
[A/N - So please tell me what you think. Should I continue? Should I change the direction of the story? Input is really important for this fanfic. Thanks! 3Gothic
