A/N-This is...i don't know!

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That trickle of blood didn't taste as good as it smelled. Of course, I was human, how could I like the taste of salty blood? That is the vilest thing that I've ever heard of. Blood becoming delicious? Fuck that.

"What were you doing exactly?" Regulus asked me in bewilderment. The thirst had finally subsided...for the time being. He looked at my mouth, half open, exposing my upper teeth. "Dear Merlin, I hope not!"

"Hope not what?"

"Lorcan d'Eath bit you, didn't he?"

"Everyone knows that already."

"Did you think of the possibility that maybe you're one of his kind too?"

"Lorcan is half a vampire," I corrected him, my brain starting to fit in the puzzle that I was sure was ticking in Regulus' mind as well. "And I'm pretty sure that I'm not even half of it. Maybe just a quarter, maximum."

"You just bit me and you think that it's just a quarter?" he asked sarcastically. "You are mental if you really think that."

"I'm not rampaging and biting everyone in sight, am I?"

"Not yet, you're not."

"Oh please, stop acting like you care at all. It's not a major thing."

"Like you sucking on other people for the fun of it. Oh yeah, I really don't care."

"Isn't that what Slytherins are?" I said nastily. "Don't we suck out the life out of other people? There's no difference really."

"Could you act like you're one of those life-sucking people?" he made a face through his cold sneer. "For the past few months now, the only peep we've ever heard of you is during Quidditch practices. And we don't really count that as hanging out."

"'WE?'"

"Your friends, Alex. You're real friends that have been here since you ever got here. The same friends that you're shunning now when your jolly old ex sweetheart came back into your life. And I don't even want to mention that Hufflepuff wimp."

"This isn't about me biting you, is it?" I asked in awe. The resentful look on his face didn't go. "You wanted something to bring this up."

"Obviously it isn't. You biting me isn't really a big deal. And yes, I did take the opportunity to bring this up."

"Why didn't you just say it to my face?" I looked around, and people were watching and I drew closer, whispering to him. "Instead of this moment when everyone is watching the progression of your dislike for me."

"I don't dislike you," he looked at me as if I were insane. "I'm just pretty pissed that you aren't hanging around us anymore. You're turning into one of those cheeky people who smile all the time and talk to everyone in sight, proclaiming what a bright and sunny day it is."

A giggle escaped from my lips.

"And now you giggle!" he said in exasparation, raising his hands above his head to prove his point. "You never giggled. You laughed...occasionally snorted, but only during those rare times someone cracks a really hilarious joke or trips over something on the ground."

"You even noticed the way I laughed, or are you just trying to find things to go against me?"

"A bit of both," he smiled sheepishly.

"That's sweet." I smiled back in contempt. "If you asked me on another date for the hundredth time, maybe I would go out with you."

"I stopped hoping last year."

"Well then, start hoping again!"

"Stop teasing and sidetracking me," he glowered.

"All right, all right."

He looked around us and then an apologetic expression consumed his features. "Would you feel better if we were in a more private place?"

"Very."

He took my hand and towards the stairs of the Boys Dormitory. And no, I wasn't thinking that he was thinking bad thoughts or trying to make a move one me. We did this all the time when we wanted to have a serious conversation.

When we got there, I immediately sat on his bed, maintaining a straight face as to not anger him.

He massaged the bridge of his nose with his index finger and thumb. "Do you mind explaining yourself now?"

"I don't see the problem."

"You've been spending all of your time with Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs lately, and we were all wondering why."

"Because they're fun to be with."

"I don't recall you saying that during those first few years you were here."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

"You didn't realize that we were giving you mean looks everyday?"

"Eh...no. Actually."

"Seriously?"

"No. I was kind of...in my own world a lot of times."

"You were always in a world of your own," he rolled his eyes, sitting next to me. "This one's different. This time, it was your choice to be without us."

"I was preoccupied, is all."

"Answer the question with a yes or no."

"What's the question again?"

"Are you avoiding us? Or do you think that you're too good now that my brother and his friends have finally accepted you?"

"No, to both. And I am far from accepted, which leads me to the Hufflepuff girl."

"The little Bridget that everyone's going on about."

"How do you know she's Bridget?" I asked in general surprise. Bridget wasn't really a known person. Remember? I didn't even know her the first time I saw her.

"Think Alex." he said with a mocking grin. "Do you think that people would start paying attention to her if you haven't been getting friendly with her? The school is wondering and rambling about what you see in her to make her so special as to be your friend."

"Why would they be talking about her because she's my friend?" I said blankly.

He looked at me like he felt sorry for me. "I know that you think that others outside this House think that you're a heartless bitch, but...seriously? Do you have to ask?"

"You don't have to say it anymore," I lowered my head to hide my embarrassment.

"Of course I don't," he said in good humor, putting a friendly arm arund my frigid shoulder.

"You know what I want to do now?" I said absentmindedly, my focues drifting away from the conversation. "Pierce my tongue and put blonde streaks of color into my hair."

"I'll believe that when I see it."

"Do you want to see it by tomorrow?" I inquired. "I will do it, you know."

"Right," he said mockingly.

"Is that a dare?" I said with a raised brow, standing up. "I will. I will. I will. You will see a new me by tomorrow."

"If it suits you," he said, not believing a word I said.

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People were staring at me like I was a mad bull charging at them. Never before had I seen people avert me with fear to this extent. It was all so amusing! Regulus couldn't help but gape at me in shock and indignance the next morning when I came from the Girls Dormitories.

"You actually did what you said!" he yelled at me when he saw the streaks in my black hair.

I dyed some blonde into my hair, at the ends...like, streaks of blonde at the bottom half of my hair. Can you imagine that? STREAKS, all right? Not the whole thing. And then I pierced my tongue last night too. It hurt a bit, and I was bleeding profusely while Cissy was having hysterics at what was going on with my mouth.

The metal thing was a pain set right in the middle and it was swollen, but, aside from that, it went well, considering that I didn't know how to poke my tongue with a sharp object in the first place.

It felt weird. A solid thing lolling with my tongue.

"You believe me now?" I said smugly, grinning widely with my mouth hanging open just to stress the glinting black circle inside. And I could even take it out and put the thing in between my teeth while I was grinning.

I was also wearing a black shirt that reached at my neck and a black and white leather jacket that didn't look like leather. I had eyeliner and black eyeshadow on my eyelids. It was a real new look for me, and I decided with it because my hair couldn't go with the dresses my brother gave me. I wore a black beanie over my head just so my hair wouldn't puff around me.

"You look like a fucking boy!" he exclaimed. "A really pretty boy though."

Did I forget to say that I painted my nails black and put silver rings on both index fingers? My nails were black but they were painted white on the tips. My eyes were starting to water from all the mascara and other makeup products in my eye area.

"I didn't expect you to do all this!" he gestured with his hands at my person.

"Ah well, nothing to do. It's all done and I refuse to change everything back."

"You expect me to watch you walking around like a..." his words failed for no better description.

I grinned again.

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A/N-HAHA! i dunno why, but i felt like remaking her entire self. reviews! as you know! xoxo's.