Story Author: Faye

Disclaimer: It's a good thing I don't own Harry Potter or else Ginny would be a vampire by now. Hehehe… And Christopher Moore wrote a book called Bloodsucking Fiends, so I guess I don't own the title either.

AN: This Fic is not the sequel to HPMGWA. This is a completely different one.

Harry walked down the stairs of his rather large house. His eyes were drooping because he hadn't been able to sleep for hours. His scar had been prickling endlessly throughout the morning. He had found himself filled with strange emotion at odd times: Voldemort's emotions.

As Harry sat down in his sunlit kitchen, his feeling of unease abruptly turned into mad happiness. He found himself laughing out loud.

Something was terribly wrong. If Voldemort was happy, something was always wrong.

Voldemort had been careful to not let Harry enter his thoughts, but sometimes Voldemort's emotions had just slipped from his mind into Harry's. When he was extremely angry or happy, he didn't have much control over his emotions.

But today – today was different. Harry could feel it. Sense it. It was like Voldemort wasn't even bothering to block his emotions from Harry. Like he wanted Harry to feel his happiness.

He's playing with me, Harry thought. He must have done something completely horrible, and he knows I haven't got a clue what!

Being an internationally famous Auror, it was Harry's job to hunt down Voldemort. But he would have been hunting down Voldemort anyway even if he weren't an Auror. Lily and James had managed to give him twenty-one years of his life, and he wasn't about to just let himself get killed and not avenge them.

His job had its benefits, though. For one, his vault in Gringotts had been magically enlarged twice because his Galleons kept on pilling up and were just too much to fit in a regular-sized vault.

He also got to perform magical activities that would have cost non-Auror wizards hundreds of Galleons and a trip to the Wizengamot's courtroom ten.

Harry realized that it was Sunday, and he had the day off. He carried his feet back upstairs, planning on taking a long, hot shower to get his mind off of Voldemort.

Ginny woke up, trembling, in the cabin. She felt an awful pain in her back where she had sat leaning against the wooden wall. The remnants of the shattered chair lay scattered on the floor next to her.

She stood up, but quickly sat back down and tugged her knees to her chest when the felt the coldness of the cabin; there were cracks in the walls that allowed cold wind to pass through the small room.

A little light entered the cabin through those cracks, and Ginny was able to see that the cabin was completely bare. Only for four walls, and nothing else.

Tears filled Ginny's eyes. She knew there was no way she was getting out of that cabin unless Voldemort wanted her to get out.

She shook long, red hair out of her eyes and let out a loud scream. It was useless but she screamed anyway –

Suddenly she heard a hiss. Ginny spun her head around and faced the corner opposite of her.

A small gasp escaped her lips.

A snake, at least twelve feet in length, was slithering towards Ginny and making odd hissing sounds.

Ginny leaned against the wall, paralyzed with fear. She hardly believed her luck when the snake stopped in its tracks, and started hissing again.

Then she realized the snake was speaking. The hissing it made – that was the exact same noise that Harry made when he was speaking Parseltongue. Harry was careful to never speak the snake language, afraid that other wizards would think of him as a dark wizard – Something he should know would never happen, Ginny thought. Everybody is calling him our savior, so it was unlikely that they would turn on him – that it had been a years since Ginny heard the strange language.

I wish Harry could be here with me right now, Ginny thought as tears rolled down her eyes. At least he would make me feel safe from the snake. Come to think of it, he makes me fee safe from everything… If this snake decides to attack, then I'm done for… Harry is the only known wizard other than Voldemort who is still alive who is a Parselmouth…

Something dawned on Ginny. This was Voldemort's snake. Ginny had heard Harry talk of her before. Something about a dream… Was the snake speaking to Voldemort?

But it can't be! Voldemort can't see me right now – can he?

As if in answer to Ginny's thoughts, she heard two pops outside, and knew that Voldemort was back. She wiped her eyes quickly with her hands, not wanting to give Voldemort any satisfaction over the thought that he'd got to her.

Well, it's pretty useless really, Ginny, she said to herself. If Voldemort was watching, then he already saw you cry…

The door blew open, letting in a bunch of cold air.

Voldemort entered the cabin, his Death Eater following behind.

"Close the door, Dramius," Voldemort ordered in his cold and harsh voice.

Voldemort's slits for eyes scanned Ginny, leaning helplessly on the wall, in amusement.

He turned his attention to the snake, and started spitting and hissing madly at it.

"Weasley," Voldemort said, switching to English. "Nagini here tells me that you were having quite a tantrum before I arrived. You're not feeling homesick, are you?"

Ginny stood up and ran towards Voldemort, not knowing what she was going to do. But before she even got two feet from him, he raised his wand, and she was instantly paralyzed. She fell backwards to the floor with a loud thump.

"Blood traitor," Voldemort said. " You better be more respectful. I must say, it would be a pity to kill you now, when you play such a big part…"

Ginny found she was able to move again, but before she was able to stand up, the Death Eater raise his wand and muttered a spell, and she found ropes tied around her again. This time, they were tied considerably tighter.

"What are you going to do to me?" Ginny managed to spit out at Voldemort, was patting Nagini. "If you're not going to kill me, than what are you going to do?"

Voldemort laughed as Dramius pulled Ginny up to her feet roughly. "You will find out soon enough, blood traitor…"

Voldemort grabbed Ginny's arm, and she found herself being pulled out of the cabin. The walls spun around her, and then she found herself in an old house.

Dramius popped up next to her, the snake at his feet.

"My Lord," he said. "The prisoner… he doesn't seem to want to… er…"

"You are quite useless, Dramius," Voldemort said, annoyed. "I'd almost say you were worse than Wormtail… Come to me, Vampire… come to me now!"

At those words, Voldemort's voice seemed to become layered with an extra sense of evil.

"V-vampire?" Ginny stuttered.

Voldemort laughed.

Sure enough, another man appeared at the door of the room they were in. He had a strained expression on his face.

Ginny knew what it was. He was trying to fight Voldemort's Imperius Curse, something Ginny knew was difficult to do. The only person she new of who could fight it off was Harry.

Harry again, she thought. Why do I keep on thinking about him? Sure, he snogged me and all… and it was an amazing kiss, but he's not really serious about it or anything. Sooner or later he's going to say, "Ginny, I'm sorry but I have to do this alone. I don't want you to get hurt because of me…" God! Harry can be so thick sometimes…

Ginny snapped back into reality, and she almost had the urge to laugh about how she'd been thinking about her relationship with Harry when she was surrounded by Voldemort, a Death Eater, and a vampire.

"Come here, Vampire," Voldemort commanded.

Silently, the Vampire walked to Voldemort, the strained expression still on his face.

"Fresh blood, Vampire. Take it, take it from her…"

Ginny gasped. No. That's not what was going to happen to her…

The vampire seemed to be thinking the same thing, because he said weakly, "I can't… can't hurt more people… I remember… remember what happened to me… can't be like that. I can't hurt any more people…"

Ginny tried to get out of the ropes binding her. A second later, they completely vanished, but before she could run, the Death Eater grabbed her and turned her to face the vampire.

Ginny shrieked. Maybe she was close enough for someone outside to hear… Maybe. She shrieked again –

"Be quiet, girl!"

Ginny couldn't fight that voice in her head… It was just too strong.

Unable to control her emotions anymore, she started to sob.

Ginny could swear she saw Voldemort smile. The bastard!

"Take the blood from her, Vampire… people cannot expect you to live on rats… Take the blood…"

Dramius shoved Ginny into the vampire's hands. Ginny looked at him. He looked normal. Would he let her go? Maybe –

"Fresh blood, Vampire… you deserve better than sewage rats… It has been a long time since you were allowed fresh blood. Look at the girl… so young… she will satisfy you for days, take the blood, take it, take it…"

Tears escaped the vampire's blue eyes. Ginny was startled. She didn't think vampires cared about other people. She had always thought they were dark creatures that couldn't be trusted. But that's what she had thought about werewolves before she met Lupin. All of them weren't the same. Maybe this vampire was a good one. He didn't seem to want to hurt Ginny…

But just as Ginny was thinking those words over, she looked up into the vampire's eyes. The Vampire opened his mouth, and Ginny caught sight of two very pointed, quite long teeth.

Those weren't there before, Ginny thought, now becoming a little frightened. Those definitely weren't there before…

And then, Voldemort spoke again. "Yes, Vampire… take the girl's blood. TAKE THE BLOOD!"

Before Ginny could manage to wriggle herself out of the vampire's tight grasp, he flung his head back, and then he plunged his teeth in Ginny's neck.

Ginny felt excruciating pain. She wanted to fall to the ground, but the vampire's tight grasp held her in place. She looked into his eyes. They were now deep burgundy. Monstrous eyes. Merciless eyes.

And then she let out another scream as the vampire returned his mouth to her throat.

Ginny was aware of Voldemort laughing, his Death Eater standing behind him, shocked at what he was seeing. Ginny felt herself crumple to the floor, the sudden loss of blood getting to her head. The vampire, not able to resist the sweet fresh blood, leaned down and raised her drowsy face upwards. His vampire teeth found the two holes in her neck where they had just punctured, and he brought his mouth to them again. The last thing she saw was Voldemort laughing, and the vampire's bloodshot eyes getting redder by the minute as he sucked more blood.

And then everything went black.