This is a rewrite of the Curse Of the Vampire story I failed to complete a
while back...
None of the Harry potter characters belong to me. All the characters names you do not recognize from the books are mine and mine only. Vampires come in later and are a main part of the story.... enjoy!
The baby girl gurgled softly as her light brown wicker basket was placed with care on the stone step of the sleeping orphanage. The woman who had placed the basket could hear the gentle pitter-patter of the night rain bouncing off the pavement. Apart from that everything was quiet; there was no cars, no people, not even any animals about to witness the scene. The cool night air was calm and nobody from any of the surrounding houses saw the woman standing by her lover watching the basket jiggle slightly.
The baby was still awake and her jewel blue eyes shone with beauty and promise, brightly in the light issuing from a nearby streetlamp. The locks of short yellow hair on her head, which were mused from her moving in the basket, stood out against the pale pink colour of the warm blankets.
This baby was an extremely special baby. None like her existed, none, wherever anybody might search they would never recover a precious treasure like her. She was the one and the only. She was the protector.
But she was more than a mere possession. She was a daughter.
The woman stared sorrowfully at the basket that had ceased its movement. She stared at where her and her lover's special daughter lay peacefully warm, content and unknowing. The woman hated that her only child couldn't stay with them but they couldn't keep her, it was far too dangerous. She knelt down on the step and placed a soft kiss on the top of her daughter's head. The baby watched her do so with something that looked like keen interest. The tall man with brilliant green eyes and dark hair did the same and then stood up next to the woman both of them watching over the sweet baby.
The baby waved her arms a little, trying to get into a better position and then closed her eyes, the long eyelashes lying golden on the pale skin of her cheeks. The woman knew that that would be the last time she got to look into those wonderus and mysterious eyes. A tear slid down her cheek and she brushed it away with her hand. She could break down later, when it was safe.
She and her lover watched the baby slowly drift off to sleep in her basket her light breathing hardly disturbing the calmness around them. Their daughter would be safe with the muggles, they would find her a nice little muggle how were she would be safe, lost to the evil into which she had been born into. It was the best for their daughter, even if they could never see her again. They would do anything to make her happy and safe.
The woman turned herself on the baby more tears sliding furiously down her cheeks. Her lover turned slowly, regretfully away from his defenceless, innocent baby daughter. She didn't take one last look, not daring to, knowing that if she did she would never be able to let the baby go.
Together she and her lover quickly crossed the street, holding hands tightly, and disappeared into the shadows leaving the baby alone on the doorstep in the middle of the night.
When the old muggle woman opened the door to the orphanage the next morning to run some errands she had the shock of her life. A tiny baby girl was wrapped in pink blankets snugly sleeping soundly in a wicker basket.
The woman quickly left the step and looked out onto the street hoping to find the parents but she knew, as if by natural instincts, that she careers where long gone. They had left the poor baby alone in the middle of the night. The poor darling.
She walked quickly back tot eh basket and picked it up using the handles and carried it carefully inside the warmness of the building. All the other inhabitants, children and helpers, were still sleeping upstairs but before long they would be down for breakfast. She had a few minutes to herself before then.
As she was carrying the basket into the kitchen she noticed a white enveloped tucked safely down the side of the basket. Setting the basket gently on the table she grabbed the envelope and ripped it open.
To whom this may concern,
We cannot look after our baby girl. We wish for her to be happy and safe and we cannot provide that. Please make sure she finds a happy home and is safe and well. Never tell her about this. We ask only one other thing, that you call her Kila Thornton. Thank you.
The old woman read the letter again and the looked at the baby. She was still asleep and she looked peaceful. So the parents didn't think she was safe. Where they some sort of convicts?
The woman shook her head. That wasn't the baby's fault. She would do what the letter requested. She would take care of Kila Thornton.
So what do ya all think? By the way Kila is pronounced Ky la, I use this name in my stories a lot because I like it. I'm weird lol. Anyway guys merci for reading and please review and tell me what you think!
Bethan X
None of the Harry potter characters belong to me. All the characters names you do not recognize from the books are mine and mine only. Vampires come in later and are a main part of the story.... enjoy!
The baby girl gurgled softly as her light brown wicker basket was placed with care on the stone step of the sleeping orphanage. The woman who had placed the basket could hear the gentle pitter-patter of the night rain bouncing off the pavement. Apart from that everything was quiet; there was no cars, no people, not even any animals about to witness the scene. The cool night air was calm and nobody from any of the surrounding houses saw the woman standing by her lover watching the basket jiggle slightly.
The baby was still awake and her jewel blue eyes shone with beauty and promise, brightly in the light issuing from a nearby streetlamp. The locks of short yellow hair on her head, which were mused from her moving in the basket, stood out against the pale pink colour of the warm blankets.
This baby was an extremely special baby. None like her existed, none, wherever anybody might search they would never recover a precious treasure like her. She was the one and the only. She was the protector.
But she was more than a mere possession. She was a daughter.
The woman stared sorrowfully at the basket that had ceased its movement. She stared at where her and her lover's special daughter lay peacefully warm, content and unknowing. The woman hated that her only child couldn't stay with them but they couldn't keep her, it was far too dangerous. She knelt down on the step and placed a soft kiss on the top of her daughter's head. The baby watched her do so with something that looked like keen interest. The tall man with brilliant green eyes and dark hair did the same and then stood up next to the woman both of them watching over the sweet baby.
The baby waved her arms a little, trying to get into a better position and then closed her eyes, the long eyelashes lying golden on the pale skin of her cheeks. The woman knew that that would be the last time she got to look into those wonderus and mysterious eyes. A tear slid down her cheek and she brushed it away with her hand. She could break down later, when it was safe.
She and her lover watched the baby slowly drift off to sleep in her basket her light breathing hardly disturbing the calmness around them. Their daughter would be safe with the muggles, they would find her a nice little muggle how were she would be safe, lost to the evil into which she had been born into. It was the best for their daughter, even if they could never see her again. They would do anything to make her happy and safe.
The woman turned herself on the baby more tears sliding furiously down her cheeks. Her lover turned slowly, regretfully away from his defenceless, innocent baby daughter. She didn't take one last look, not daring to, knowing that if she did she would never be able to let the baby go.
Together she and her lover quickly crossed the street, holding hands tightly, and disappeared into the shadows leaving the baby alone on the doorstep in the middle of the night.
When the old muggle woman opened the door to the orphanage the next morning to run some errands she had the shock of her life. A tiny baby girl was wrapped in pink blankets snugly sleeping soundly in a wicker basket.
The woman quickly left the step and looked out onto the street hoping to find the parents but she knew, as if by natural instincts, that she careers where long gone. They had left the poor baby alone in the middle of the night. The poor darling.
She walked quickly back tot eh basket and picked it up using the handles and carried it carefully inside the warmness of the building. All the other inhabitants, children and helpers, were still sleeping upstairs but before long they would be down for breakfast. She had a few minutes to herself before then.
As she was carrying the basket into the kitchen she noticed a white enveloped tucked safely down the side of the basket. Setting the basket gently on the table she grabbed the envelope and ripped it open.
To whom this may concern,
We cannot look after our baby girl. We wish for her to be happy and safe and we cannot provide that. Please make sure she finds a happy home and is safe and well. Never tell her about this. We ask only one other thing, that you call her Kila Thornton. Thank you.
The old woman read the letter again and the looked at the baby. She was still asleep and she looked peaceful. So the parents didn't think she was safe. Where they some sort of convicts?
The woman shook her head. That wasn't the baby's fault. She would do what the letter requested. She would take care of Kila Thornton.
So what do ya all think? By the way Kila is pronounced Ky la, I use this name in my stories a lot because I like it. I'm weird lol. Anyway guys merci for reading and please review and tell me what you think!
Bethan X