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Harry Potter AU- Vampire's life for me

Dark Night

Silence

Too Silent/ Too Dark/ only one Alive/ ALONE

Harsh Breathing, footsteps – slap of pavement

Empty World! What was that? Car light, illuminating footpath as it passes by

Not Alone. But feels like it; all-encompassing; pervading darkness of night

Pressing, suffocating/ Eyes watching?

Gasping for breath; speeding up – if I can make it just that little bit further…

FEAR/ AFRAID/ Movements on heels/ HUNTED

AM Prey/ Escape/ RUN

Crack, steps, noise

No Escape

Hands- like steel; unyielding, strong, ice cold; inhuman

Arm hurting, bones creaking under pressure/ pain

Pain/ PAIN/ PAIN/ PAIN/ PAIN/ pain

A groan of phantom pain escaped her lips in the abrupt tip back to complete consciousness and awareness.

The woman stayed still for a few moments, grimacing and unable to halt one hand moving to rub the back of her neck, which was just as she remembered; smooth, unbroken skin, although it had the look of scar tissue, more specifically a bite.

She snarled at herself then – was she some stupid fledgling? How was it that, just when she thought that that memory had been delt with, it popped up again, taunting her with the question of might have been.

Which was just plain stupid.

Really, she was quite happy with how everything after that point had turned out; to change such a point in her history would be to remove something essential to herself; her identity; who she was.

Really, that Event had been one she defined herself on; the one shattering event that had dictated by how she acted and related to everything after the Event.

To the uninformed, the question would be 'just what Event could be so essential, so vital and central to herself that it could change her views of the world?'

Of course, they would not think the Event could be the Change. Or at least the Event and the change were interlinked; one would not have been possible without the other, as she would have been rotting and buried far deeper than six feet at this very moment in time if either had not occurred.

The woman's nose wrinkled and she scowled. Whenever that particular memory surfaced once again, it was foreshadowing future events that would irrevocably change her life – or not-life, as the case may be – yet again.

It was time to pack up. She had stayed where she was for long enough, in either case.

The woman stretched sinuously, rather like a cat; lithe limbs moving and flexing, rolling her neck and moving her shoulders to loosen up, before carefully extricating herself from the bed.

She glanced down at the male in the bed that she had exited fondly, smirking a little as her mind wandered for a moment to their… activities over the night before and on and off for the last few years.

The hint of a pearly white fang glinted in the early morning sun.

(Plan: the only possession that she couldn't bear to lose would be the ancient book, leather bound and magically as many pages as was needed (thousands upon thousands already taken up) that she always has on her person (literally! *Cough tattoo cough*) and it is her writings on what she has done, recordings of different civilisations (each written in the native language and spelled against translation charms) and all tracked through from the first year that she appeared in; lesser a track of her thoughts and musing, along with magic and knowledge. She didn't know the date until the recognisable calendar was invented, but she could find the approximate date and month as they would be through the stars (pretty much the limit of her knowledge of star use, apart from as directions) which was then corrected later in time.)

She owns a few pockets of copied and removed land that she created at strategic places over the world in the early years, although never really bothered about getting any more – she even learnt the trades so she could build her own small houses on them.