Ginny was fighting for her life, flying from what seemed to be a large group of Vampires. They followed her through the trees, not really watching where she was going. She flew for hours, finally deciding it was time to end this. She turned around and landed, facing them, taking in the horrible creatures surprised looks. Then, the one she had thought was leader, lunged.
She had tried to run again, not getting very far before the monster had thrown her to the ground. She moved Ginny's head out of the way and sunk her fangs into the very bare flesh. She began to feed, but stopped a short time after.
"You will become one of us, young child." She walked away, her family following. Then Ginny blacked out.
She woke up several hours later, every little sound making her head turn. Her sense of smell was stronger as well. She smelt blood. She then remembered the night before. She felt the side of her neck and felt two little hole-like scars. She was bitten. She ran to the nearest stream to wash off all the blood before she got home. She could not get it off so she jumped into the water.
As she swam, she saw fish all around her, so she thought she would try her luck. She swam towards one and caught it with great ease. She pulled it onto the shore and grabbed her broom. She took off, fish and all.
When she finally got home, it was about two in the morning. Her mother came into the kitchen, crying.
"Don't you ever stay out that late again! Do you hear me? You scared the shit out of your father and I." She hugged her daughter tightly.
Ginny suddenly felt very guilty. Molly had almost lost her before, and doing that to her upset her.
"Mum, I'm sorry, but something really important and scary happened." She led her confused and worried mother into the living room with 2 cups of tea.
"Mum, I had gone to the park, and had planned on coming back for dinner time, but, I was attacked. I flew for hours, trying to get away from them. But they caught me…" She moved her head to the right to show her marked jugular vein. Molly gasped.
"Oh, my poor baby…"she cried on Ginny's shoulder for what seemed like hours. She felt the mark on her daughter's neck. "Well come one dear, bed time."
"Oh, mum, by the way, I brought breakfast," Ginny grinned, holding up her 11 lbs bass. Molly smiled, tears still streaming in the moonlight.