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Dark Souls

By Bellatrix Black

Chapter Two: Discoveries of the Mind

Hermione awoke the next morning to the loud chatter of Parvati and Lavender. They each bid her good morning as they prepared themselves to go downstairs for breakfast. Hermione changed quickly and took a quick glance under her pillow. The journal was still there. She had had a dreamless sleep the previous night and for some odd reason, she felt it was because of this small black book that lay infront of her. It was silly, she knew, to be blaming such a trivial thing on a book, but then again hadn't Tom Riddle's diary been well… evil?

No, she assured herself. It had just been herself. She had been so burnt out the previous night that it was no wonder. She put the book back under her pillow, grabbed her bag and headed down to breakfast.

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"Pass the toast please" Ron asked as he began scoffing down whatever food was in sight. Hermione handed him the toast basket and looked up as the morning owls flew in. A large brown barn owl flew above their table, dropping Hermione's order of the Daily Prophet right in front of her nose. The owl then set itself down on the table and she paid it before it took flight again.

"Anything interesting happen in the news today?" Harry casually as Hermione unravelled the newspaper and spread it out in front of her.

"Deatheaters were spotted just north of York, but other than that, nothing odd" she muttered as she took a spoonful of cornflakes. A worrying expression passed over Harry's face but he said nothing.

"They were just spotted is all Harry, at least nothing major has happened since the dementors abandoned Azkaban" she pointed out.

"I know" he said, "but they're being spotted more frequently now. Something's definitely not right".

"Well I'm sure Dumbledore and Fudge would have realised it as well"

Harry simply nodded and returned to his bacon and eggs. Hermione shook her head. She didn't know what she could do to stop Harry from being so worried. It wasn't that there wasn't cause for alarm, on the contrary if anything it would probably be better if people were a bit more cautious whenever it came to even an appearance of deatheaters. But he was the only one right now who seemed to think that something big was coming soon and Hermione couldn't help but wonder if it were true.

She cast a glance over at Malfoy, a smug look on his face. His father had escaped from Azkaban when the dementors had left their posts. Ever since then he had returned to his usual higher-than-thou demeanour. Hermione couldn't help but wonder if the Malfoy in the journal was infact a relation to him. Was it too much of a coincidence that his family had known the Parkinson's?

Letting the thoughts run through her head, Hermione couldn't help but secretly wish she were back in her room, reading through the mind of Luis. She could only wish that the day passed by quickly.

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Night soon came and the being left it's crypt. Looking up at the moonlight, he smiled to himself. He was hungry, so very hungry. Feeling the blood lust set in, he sniffed the air and smelt the taste of man. Heading in the direction, he walked for an hour before he came to a small cottage. There were people inside. He saw their shadows play across the windows and he smiled to himself. He walked over to the door and tapped it hard thrice.

A young girl, no more than fifteen answered the door, looking up at the taller man. Her dark curls and chocolate skin filled him with an even deeper hunger and he struggled to restrain himself.

"Madame, may I ask where the man of the house is?" he asked politely, shading his dusty clothes from view.

"He's out hunting Sir," she said politely, "But he shall return soon. Would you like to come in and wait for him?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact" he said softly as he took his first steps into the cottage, "I very much would".

"I'm Clara and this is my mother Jessica," the girl issued to the elderly woman who was sitting in the living area, "And you would be?"

"My name is Luis" he said softly. So much has changed… he noted to himself as he surveyed the cabin. Looking over at a calendar on the wall, he noted the date. October 12th 1997. His surprise soon turned to anger as he surveyed the two women.

"How do you know my father?" Clara asked curiously as the stranger looked around. He smiled at her and she noticed something about his eyes. They seemed to hold her gaze while he walked over to face her.

"I don't" he hissed and he drew her to him, sinking his fangs into the soft skin of her neck. She cried out in pain but he only pressed in harder, feeding off her fear. His senses were going wild and he felt the young body he held in his arms go limp. The older woman Jessica screamed and tried to pull Clara away from him, but he held on tighter, his fangs still within the young girl, his mouth filling with the warm intoxicating elixir of her life. Blood flowed down her front and he pulled her harder against him, wanting to squeeze the very last of her life out of her. To make his feed from her complete. He no longer felt her moving and after much hesitation, he let her body fall to the ground. He was not one to feed off the dead and he now went in search of Jessica.

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Hermione flopped back down on her bed. She had finished her paper for Defence Against Dark Arts mere minutes ago after scouring through the storage section once again. She curled up with her blankets, sat up and reached under her pillow, retrieving the book and holding it in her lap. She skipped through a few of the pages until she came to where she had left off.

When I awoke, I found myself lying down inside an unfamiliar house. There she was, my Alexandra sitting by my bed side. She introduced herself, asked how I was feeling, making the regular small talk, which I became accustomed to overtime before she came to why I was there. She had turned me. She had made me a creature of the night. She had spared my worthless body, which she had killed anyway.

"You will have to feed every night" she explained, "And stay indoors during the day. The sunlight is one of our biggest foes".

From then on she took me on as her protege. The vampires with whom she had been with the night we had met were friends of hers. They hunted together, found their prey. They enjoyed the chase and soon so did I. The possibility of killing a human being seemed so ruthless, so barbaric. I told her I couldn't do it, but she hushed me. She told me that I would not have a choice. Either I did it or my body would go ahead and do it. I could not sustain myself without blood.

I remember my first kill as I remember them all. Each one more special than the last. The hunt, the feed, the mere actions that took place were all special in their own way. I enjoyed feeding off muggles the most, the pretty whores who could be found on any street corner were always the most enjoyable. They knew nothing of what I was to do to them until I had already tasted their skin and fed off their bodies. I remained true to my Alexandra though and eventually we left London for Ireland.

Leaving behind the fellow vampires we knew, we set off for new kill, though not before I left a special present for my father. The young Parkinson girl had been a pleasure to entertain, to tease and to most of all feed off. Her heart was so wrapped with obsession that she did not even realise as I began sucking the life right out of her. I left her crumbled body on my father's doorstep.

I'll forever remember the shrieks that erupted from that house when one of the maids found her body as they were closing the windows. I'll forever remember the message I left scratched across her breast, for it was one of my more witty and insightful play on words. For all that had been holy and human within me was lost for eternity now.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

Hermione was quiet as she closed the black book. It was no surprise that Luis had been a monster. She had read about vampires before, they weren't human at all once they were turned. Many went as far as to torture their victims and this was obviously no exception. The person who Luis had been as a human and the person he had been as a vampire were so uniquely different though. Placing the book on her bed side table, she switched off her lamp. After awhile, she became the prisoner of sleep and the night went on……

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Luis looked down at his kills. He had found Jessica hiding outside in the woods. He had merely enjoyed watching her run, feeling the wind in his hair as he chased after her before eventually allowing himself to speed up and capture her. He fed off her until there was not a drop left and waited until the father had come home. This one had been a little tougher, the stupid muggle had tried firing a gun at him. But vampires were extremely fast and agile and he was able to avoid the gun toting man until he was out of rounds. Gun's might not be able to kill him, but from memory the wounds pistols left hurt like hell.

He had fed off the man, satisfying his need for blood and had then taken a spare change of clothes from his closet. Changing into a black pair of jeans, a navy satin shirt and a black leather jacket, he admired his choice of clothing, though he himself could not view them in a mirror.

'Just one of the few down sides to being a vampire' he thought to himself.

'Asleep for over one and a half centuries' he noted as he strode out of the cottage, making his way down the road. The scent in the air told him that there were more people about. He would need to find shelter from the sunlight come sunrise and he was sure he would find it in time. Sunrise was not another five hours away and he was not going to waste his first night awake waiting in some old cabin. He had plans. Much needed to be done before he had his vengeance. He needed to pay back those very people who had locked him away and take so much of his life. And what's more, he wanted to find the one who had given it back.

He closed his eyes as he walked, breathing in the air as the breeze blew strongly.

"Who are you?" he asked, his concentration building until he finally had a flash of her. Trying again, he set his mind upon that of whom had opened his journal and unlocked him from his slumber. Again, another flash only this time he saw her more clearly. She was a young girl with thick brown hair. He stopped walking and concentrated on this image until finally he saw her completely. She was probably not more than seventeen, her hair framed her face as he noticed she was sleeping. Her white skin and pink lips illuminated in his vision of her.

"Don't worry my angel," he whispered as he started walking again, "I'll make sure you get just what you deserve".

~ENDCHAPTER2~

Author's Note: Finally, chapter two done faster than I thought it would be done actually. I'm writing this at 2:33am (just finished it) as I wanted it finished before I go to Sydney. Anyway, what did you think? Please review me and let me know as I would deeply appreciate it. Tell me what you like, hate and what you think should happen next, as I've not totally decided on it yet. Anyway, thanks to all my beloved reviewers (especially The Marauders, I didn't write the one with Hermione out of Hogwarts because it was too hard a plot to pull off at the time >

Bellatrix Black