Attai stood up shakily and turned around, but stopped. Her violin! Where was her violin? She hurried back to the ground and pulled out her beloved instrument from the coffin, and continued on her way...To where?
She felt strangely attuned to everything. She could smell everything in the air, the car fumes, freshly cut grass, and even the night air held a scent. But everything seemed dull and dry. She stumbled forward, and realized how hungry she felt. She spotted a squirrel and suddenly she felt drawn violently to the squirrel. The hunger inside her was maginified and she ran towards the squirrel with amazing speed. It gave a surprised shriek as she snapped its neck and sank her teeth into the squirrel.
Her hunger sataited, she dropped the squirrel horrified. "What have I done?" she asked, and wiped her mouth. She felt her pointed teeth on her hand and felt them. "This isn't happening" she moaned, and then she felt the terrible hunger in her again. She couldn't control it, she needed blood. Seeing no other animals around, she bit her helf on the wrist and sucked on the wound.
Her own blood tasted dry and empty, but it filled her to some extent and she walked around anxiously, with her mouth to her wrist. "Hullo? Anyone there?" asked a male voice. She whipped her head around and let go of her wrist. "Hello?" the man asked and he stepped towards her, she could smell him. His sweat and clothes, but it was the blood in him she wanted. She crept up and now she could see his face. One part of her shouted 'No! Don't do it!' and the other urged her, reminded her of the rewards that awaited her. Her will failing, she leaped and tackled the man.
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"Ministry has reports of a rogue vampire in the muggle world" said McGonagall, reading the letter by owl. "I suppose that Cornelius wants me to catch the vampire?" asked Dumbledore. "No" said Minerva, her eyebrow slightly arched. "He wants you to find another, they've already got that one. It seems that it bit a muggle before getting caught" she said. He sighed, "Then I'll be out for a while Minerva" he said, rising from his seat. "Are you sure you want to do this Albus?" she asked. "The Ministry is asking me, and I cannot refuse" he said. "Oh all right Albus, just don't forget to take Fawkes with you. We don't want to have a vampire as a Headmaster" she said, half a sarcastic joke. He smiled, "Of course not"
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Albus turned off the streetlights with his cigarrette lighter thing and he held Fawkes on his shoulder. He looked around the cemetary when a shout alerted him. "Help!" He ran towards the sound and used his wand to point him in the right direction. He came across a man being pinned down on the ground with a girl ontop of him, she leaned in to bite his neck when she was disturbed by Dumbledore.
"Step away from him" he said in a cold voice he almost never used with his students. She looked up at him and cocked her head, then bared her teeth. They glinted oddly in the moonlight. He stepped closer with his wand out in front of him. She stood up and backed away. Her black hair swept over her shoulders like a shadow and her eyes burned into the Headmaster. They were a pale, ice blue with green circles and darker green pupils. "Come here" said Albus, using his free hand to motion. She shook her head furiously, somehow, she regained a part of her mind.
"It's alright, you won't be able to hurt me" he said, and motioned again. She took one uncertain step towards him, then stopped. Albus tried to coax the vampire into coming closer so he could put silver around her wrists. She looked around and picked up something from the ground, he tensed. She tucked the violin under her arm and walked again towards Albus. "Good, good" he said, she managed a shaky smile with one of her canines sticking out. He returned the smile, and then with one quick movement of his wand, slipped two loops of thin silver over her wrists. She stood unresponsive for a minute, then gave a panicked look.
She tried to take the silver off, but she wasn't able to move her hands very well and she gave a look of pleading to the old man. He shook his head and slipped a tiny chain of silver around her neck. She almost screamed, she felt imprisoned and couldn't move her head or her hands. He guided her away and turned the streetlights on again, then put a memory charm on the man. After all that, he apparated to the school.
"Poppy" said Dumbledore upon arrival. "I thought you were supposed to bring the vampire to the Ministry" said Madam Pomfrey. Dumbledore let go of the girl and she immediatly understood, she shook her head sadly. "So young" she said, then made her sit down on the infirmary bed. "The sun's coming up" said Dumbledore. Small beams of light came through the blinds and Pomfrey lunged to close them. The vampire smelled burning, burning her own flesh. Her own flesh! She screamed, it was a high pitched screech and she tried to smother herself, the blinds were closed and she breathed in and out hard. Her skin still smelled a little singed and she pushed herself into the shade.
"Come out dear" said Pomfrey, she offered her hand. Attai drew up her knees, and tried to say something. "O-Offff" she said, her 'f' sounded a little like a 'v'. She clumsily pointed to the silver. "Albus?" asked Madam Pomfrey. He nodded, Madam Pomfrey magicked the silver off and Attai breathed freely again, but suddenly the hunger gripped her again. And she was so afraid. Afraid that she would hurt someone. She jumped off the bed and bolted for the door. Her newfound speed and strength helped to throw the mediwizard off and take to the doors.
Suddenly, she crashed into someone else and stepped back, disoriented. A tall man with shoulder length black hair stood in front of her. She ran at him again, determined to get out, but he caught her in his arms which were surprisingly strong and held on as she screamed. "Severus, put her down" said Dumbledore. Only another one of her kind could hold her she realized. This Severus, he was a vampire too.
