"Tom, as you obviously know, was not the man that you now know as Voldermort. He was different, my Tom.

"We met on one cold night in December. I was here in the coven entertaining the guests as I always had, when he came in. In fact the dance that I was just doing was the same one that I did that night. He came, sat down, blended in with the other guests and watched me. As I danced I could feel him watching me. My every step, sway and turn. He watched me in a way that no other man in there watched me, as though he expected me to move at those unnatural speeds. I knew, from that moment, that he was a wizard.

"He also had the smell of death lingering around him. Not as though he was going to die, but as though he had just killed someone. I thought this a little strange since he looked nothing older than 16.

"My interest was peaked, I will admit that. Just as I did with you, I sent someone to tell him that I wanted to see him in my living quarters. He came back and sat in that same chair that you sit in now," she said motioning to Harry, "and I asked him what he was doing here…"

"I have come from quite I distance away, and I wanted to stop here. I had read about this coven in many books and it has peaked my interest." Tom said as he looked around at the furniture that was in the room. His simple black suit made his skin look all the more paler; his black hair was short, and the bangs coming over his dark eyes. Yet the stench of death that Eve could smell was quite strong, and she knew that where he came from was the place where he had committed the crime.

"Where, may I ask, did you just come from, Tom." Eve asked he eyes boring into him. Tom looked a little surprised at first that she knew his name, but he did not ask about it.

"Little Hangleton. I had to go visit a few family members. Both from my mother and father's side." He said as he stated to grin and get a far away look in his eyes. "Actually, I went to visit my father." He said quietly.

Eve grinned at the boy. Oh weren't the killings usually personal, she thought.

"Revenge is sweet isn't it?" she asked startling him even more.

"I thought it took awhile for Vampires to develop their telepathy?" he asked smirking at her.

"Well I would think that 2000 years is long enough, wouldn't you?"

"2000 years?" he asked his eyes widening with interest. "So the rumors are true. You are an ancient."

"Yes they are." She said standing up and walking toward the cabinet behind the desk. "Now tell me. What did your father do to make you "visit" him in that manner?"

"My father is a dirty muggle. He got what he deserved."

"Oh Half-Blood are we?" she said with a bit of amusement in her voice

"A Slytherin half-blood, in house and descent." He said, standing from his chair as though he were about to defend himself. Eve felt her eyes widen as she turned to face him again.

"Slytherin has an heir?" she asked.

"Yes and I am his one and only." She walked slowly until they were inches apart.

"Forked tongue." She said softly.

"And proud of it."

"I lived in the time of Slytherin. I knew how he felt about Vampires. Pedophile!" she spat.

"What?"

"Nothing." she said and her face softened as she placed a hand on his cheek. "You are very handsome." And she leaned forward and kissed him.

She felt him shiver but then he pulled her closer to him, the light fabric of her red dress rubbing against his black suit. She felt his had snake up her back as the kiss deepened, and became lustful. After a few moments she stopped and pulled her face away from his so that she could look at his eyes. They were still closed, as though he was trying not to forget the feel of her lips. Then he said softly,

"'You have shared the lips of the dead.'"

"'And as your lips brush against mine, you shall know no other, and you will be forever pulled by the cold kiss of death'" she finished for him. "You have read the book of Osiris the Damned?"

"Yes. I have a likeness toward the Dark Arts, and all its creatures." He said opening his eyes and looking into her, now blood red ones. 'Bloodlust' he thought.

"Then you will know the chapter 'Black angel of the night' in which those very words were said."

"Of course, it is my favorite chapter." He said running his fingers down her arm.

"That chapter is about me. Osiris was my Sire." She said. Tom's eyes widened.

"There is a drawing of you in there. I thought you looked like her, but I wasn't so sure. He never says names in his book."

"He never said a name but his own." She said.

"I will say that he never captured the darkness of you." He said.

"Darkness grows over time." Tom shook his head.

"Darkness was born with me. As it died with you." He said before he kissed her again. This time, the lust was evident when the kiss began, and Eve started to feel him untying the strings of her dress.

"Can I stay with you tonight? I do not have to go back to school until next week." He said as the strings became completely untied. She pulled him into another kiss.

He didn't even need an answer.