Alright, nothing really to say about this one. I'm pleased to have it done, and have it so long! In case you didn't know, a new vampire's eyes are red for a day after being transformed. Don't forget to review and let me know what you think!

We looked and looked, called, I screamed and cursed, but we couldn't find the twins.

I ran around and around the building, but I couldn't find them, and I eventually got lost. So I had to apparate back to headquarters.

I sat on the front step for a while, waiting for them to return.

I just knew they would.

Hours flew by, I cried, I worried, I fussed. I just sat there waiting, and finally I decided to head off to bed. But just as I stood to go, there were two loud pops right behind me.

And there they stood.

I felt a huge smile grow on my face, tears of joy falling down. I ran over to throw my arms around Fred, but he put his hand out.

"What?" I asked him, the tears making everything blurry.

"Stay away from us. Don't let anyone know you saw us, okay?" His eyes gleamed red… I looked again… still red.

"Fred…?"

He wouldn't look me in the eyes. He stepped inside the house.

"George…?"

He looked at me, his eyes were red too. He froze, staring me down with a certain interest, one that he-no, NOBODY-had ever given be before. Sort of, almost… a hunger… He looked as if he were about to take a step closer to me, and I saw a pained look in his eyes. But then Fred stepped out, grabbed his brother, dragged him inside.

I had been laying in bed for nearly three hours. I still couldn't get the twins off my mind. Why wouldn't Fred let me get close to him? Why didn't they want anyone to see them?

And most of all, what was that look in George's eyes?

Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, I stood and pulled a sweater over my head. I walked down the hall to Fred's room.

Knock,knock.

No answer.

I knocked a few more times, loudly as I could to get his attention and not anybody else's. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he opened the door.

He was still fully dressed, and his expression did not match any of those familiar ones I had grown accustomed to over the years. I had known him since we were eleven years old, nearly eight years ago, and never had I seen such an expression on his face.

It scared me.

The sane part of me said to run, but of course, who listens to their inner sanity? I loved Fred, and I wasn't about to let a little dose of fear get in the way of that fact.

"Fred, I-"

"Go away, Angelina. I warned you. Leave me alone."

"But why, Fred?" I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Now I'm not the type of person who cries about everything, but this was the one I loved the most, with all my heart, looking at me with such an inadmissible expression.

"Because…" he hesitated. "It's not safe for you to be with me anymore. I'm dangerous."

"What happened to you?" I whispered, reaching out to touch his face. He dodged my hand with ease. "Why are you doing this, Fred?" I felt the tears running down my face now, caressing my upside-down smile.

His eyes softened. "Oh, Angelina, don't cry. Please don't cry. You're only making it harder for the both of us."

"What, are you trying to say you don't want to be with me anymore?"

"Never! But… I'm not who I was this morning anymore. I don't want to hurt you, I love you too much." His eyes looked pained.

"I love you too. You know you can tell me anything. Please, Fred, let me help you!"

"You CAN'T help me!"

"Well at least let me try!"

We stood in silence for a few moments.

"Look, Fred, tell me what's going on. It you don't, I'll just find out for myself. And as I do that, I won't speak to you at all. And I-"

"Okay, okay…" he glanced quickly up and down the halls. "Come in!"

I stepped inside and sat down on the edge of his bed. He walked across the room, sitting in a chair.

"Come over here, Fred."

"I can't."

I stood up. "Then I'll just have to come over there."

"No, don't!!"

But I was already walking, and I sat down on the arm of his chair. He suddenly got the exact same expression that George had had earlier that night.

"Fred?"

"Get away from me." He looked at me as if he wanted to kill me. No, not kill me… but I wasn't sure what exactly. I suddenly noticed he wasn't breathing.

"Fred, breathe!"

"Go back over there!"

"Fine!" I walked back over and sat down on the bed again. "So what is it that's wrong with you?"

"It's a long story."

"I have nowhere to be."

He smiled at that, but just a quick, unrecognizable smile that made my worry grow.

"It's a long story," he repeated. He paused for a moment.

'I was fighting this Death Eater, and the battle led into an empty corridor. I shot a spell at him, and he tried to use Avada Kedavra on me. We went back and forth for a minute or so, when he suddenly grinned and ran off. I looked behind me to the place where he had glanced to.

There was a vampire.

It came after me, trying to kill me. Trying to suck my blood. I tried to fend him off, but after a short struggle, it had be pinned to the ground. I struggled a bit more, but he gave off an evil grin. Then, he leaned over and, despite my effort to twist my neck out of his way, he sunk his teeth into my neck." He grimaced, as if remembering the pain.

I sat, shocked in silence.

He continued. "Well he had sucked a little too much blood, and I was beginning to feel weak. I swear I was going to die there. Then I head a voice calling me, a very familiar one at that. He screamed, 'FRED!' and suddenly, the vampire was off of me. He had stabbed it with a sharp piece of wood, which had, coincidentally, been laying nearby.

The vampire dead, the Death Eater returned. He shot a spell at George-that's the point where I remembered my own brother's name- and George flew into a wall, unconscious. I wanted to get that bastard for hurting-possibly killing-my brother. Suddenly, I felt a tremendous new-found strength, I felt loads better than I ever had before!! I chased him down and killed him-no details there, though.

I ran over to George, but he didn't appear to be breathing. At least not as well as he should have been. I put my hand on his chest, I felt a heartbeat. Just to be sure, I checked his pulse too. He was definitely alive, but just barely.

It was then that I realized what had happened to me." He paused to take a breath, and I froze with realization.

"I felt better, because… I was a vampire now, too.

I realized that George was dying, and so I did the only think I could do to save his life. I sunk my teeth into his flesh, gently and slowly as I could. I ejected the poison into his body. A few moments later he awoke, moaning. But like me, after a few hours he began to feel powerful, just as I had. We sat there for a bit in silence, and with our eyes we had the conversation our mouths couldn't find the strength to say. One look at his eyes, and I knew that he understood. We came back here then, spoke neither to each other or to anyone else." He went soundless then, and I knew to story was over.

"Do you see now why I want you to stay away from me.. At least for a while? I don't want to hurt you. I'm…I'm a monster now."

I stood and walked back across the room, hugged him. His skin was ice cold.

"Whether you're a vampire of a human, you'll still always be Fred. And I'll always be with you. Don't forget that."

"He nodded empathetically, and I walked through the door. I stood in the doorway and looked back at him.

Fred, my boyfriend, the vampire I loved.