Saturday students were able to go into town. I followed them in. I felt like I was drowning. It was a wonderful and horrible feeling being around so many mortals at once. I kept a close eye on my red haired boy. I knew it was dangerous for me to get so obsessive about one student but it was a part of my nature I had trouble controlling. I had no clan, no coven and I missed that connection. Even the connection to my master was gone since his true death. Vampires do get lonely. I found out he was the youngest son of five, the whole family was redheads and he was a pure wizard. I had never drunk the blood of a wizard. I pushed through the crowd as I watched My Ron (no not yet) go from store to store with his friends. The class seemed surprised when I did not react to his friend Harry Potter's name. I, like most vampires, did not follow the wizard world. This boy has defeated the dark lord on some occasions and I wondered briefly if bringing him across would increase his powers.
But again I have never drunk the blood of a wizard nor heard of one being brought across. I do not know what effect first death would have on magic.
But my attention was always on Ron. Tall, strong, wanting to prove himself in his large family, and oh yes the red hair, drew me to him. I wanted to know what he tasted like.
I watched the three friends separate as Ron went to find his younger sister. He ran into his brothers, twins, who were just as tempting but something made me stick with Ron, the younger. He was alone. Alone as someone can be in a crowded street. I slipped into the shadows a few streets ahead of him. As he passed I pulled him into the alley. I took my hand and gently ran it down his face, yes Toby we can put humans into light trances. His eyes were half closed. I knew this was wrong and as I dragged my thumbnail to form a small cut on his arm, I knew it would taste sweeter if he was awake, that I was risking my friendship with Dumbledore by feeding on one of his students. But also as I cut the smell of blood over powered me and I drank. He was wonderful. His throat made a small noise as if in a dream. I only took a small amount and licked the cut until the blood flowed no more.
I left the alley and saw him walk out a moment later, looking a bit groggy but no worse for wear. I watched him walk and then wave as he spotted his sister. I turned my back and leaned hard against the building. I walked wanting to get back to the castle. Some students acknowledged me and I smiled thinly at then. I could not see my reflection in any of the glass windows and suddenly I wanted very badly to get out of that town.
As I returned to my room I licked my lips wanting to taste the young man again and knowing I should not risk it.
The vampires were demanding that I be given to them. They actually sent Dumbledore a letter demanding I be given to them for justice. Justice, simply they wanted to kill me for killing others. I was surprised by their courage to confront the humans but also at their foolishness for believing I would give myself to them. But they knew I was at the school. My coven must have talked to others before I killed them all. This could cause a problem their stupidity and bravery might grow enough so that they try to take me from this place. I feared that they might also join the Dark Lord. I was unsure of the number of those who were after me but I could think of a few of the remnant of clans that have much hatred for the humans. I feared for Dumbledore and his people. I began to care about them as if they were my flock and most of all I craved My Ron. I wanted to taste his blood again. I wanted him to be aware of my presence and that was the most dangerous situation.
But again I have never drunk the blood of a wizard nor heard of one being brought across. I do not know what effect first death would have on magic.
But my attention was always on Ron. Tall, strong, wanting to prove himself in his large family, and oh yes the red hair, drew me to him. I wanted to know what he tasted like.
I watched the three friends separate as Ron went to find his younger sister. He ran into his brothers, twins, who were just as tempting but something made me stick with Ron, the younger. He was alone. Alone as someone can be in a crowded street. I slipped into the shadows a few streets ahead of him. As he passed I pulled him into the alley. I took my hand and gently ran it down his face, yes Toby we can put humans into light trances. His eyes were half closed. I knew this was wrong and as I dragged my thumbnail to form a small cut on his arm, I knew it would taste sweeter if he was awake, that I was risking my friendship with Dumbledore by feeding on one of his students. But also as I cut the smell of blood over powered me and I drank. He was wonderful. His throat made a small noise as if in a dream. I only took a small amount and licked the cut until the blood flowed no more.
I left the alley and saw him walk out a moment later, looking a bit groggy but no worse for wear. I watched him walk and then wave as he spotted his sister. I turned my back and leaned hard against the building. I walked wanting to get back to the castle. Some students acknowledged me and I smiled thinly at then. I could not see my reflection in any of the glass windows and suddenly I wanted very badly to get out of that town.
As I returned to my room I licked my lips wanting to taste the young man again and knowing I should not risk it.
The vampires were demanding that I be given to them. They actually sent Dumbledore a letter demanding I be given to them for justice. Justice, simply they wanted to kill me for killing others. I was surprised by their courage to confront the humans but also at their foolishness for believing I would give myself to them. But they knew I was at the school. My coven must have talked to others before I killed them all. This could cause a problem their stupidity and bravery might grow enough so that they try to take me from this place. I feared that they might also join the Dark Lord. I was unsure of the number of those who were after me but I could think of a few of the remnant of clans that have much hatred for the humans. I feared for Dumbledore and his people. I began to care about them as if they were my flock and most of all I craved My Ron. I wanted to taste his blood again. I wanted him to be aware of my presence and that was the most dangerous situation.