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Chapter 3: Golden Beauty

Syra reaches the edge of the Forest and this might be the first and the last time she sees the Unicorns so close. She circles around them a while, taking a better look at them. One of them is golden one, so it has to be just borned and its mother is somewhere close. Others are so white that they would probably glow in the moonlight.

The sky is still filled by clouds but they are moving away and the weather is getting more stable than it was when people got to Hogwarts. The ground is wet and little muddy, but the grass smells fresh after a rain. The golden one let Syra touch it. It listens how Syra pets it, let her hand slide from its back to its head. Another Unicorn comes close to Syra, trying to make her go away. Syra understands what it is trying to do. The golden one is hers, and it's afraid that Syra tries to hurt it. Syra backs off by her own will, because getting beaten up by a grown up Unicorn, wouldn't feel any good.

"Take a good care of it." Syra says to her, when she leaves them alone, because the grown up really doesn't want Syra to be near her or the others.

She starts to walk back to the castle. As she walks, she notices that light is coming somewhere and it shines too brightly. She looks up to see the sky, and for her misery, the clouds have gone and the full moon is now shining up in the sky with stars that send kisses to their watchers. Fast, she pulls her hood back up and covers her eyes with her hands, because it feels like someone is poking them with needles. The pain is so awful that she screams. She feels the burn inside of her, like her blood was on fire.

How could I be so stupid? Why I even came outside.. shouldn't have.. She thinks to herself, when she screams and frightens the Unicorns back to the Forest. She touches the ground to take some balance. It's alive. All wet but so fresh. Loud bang interrupts her thoughts.

Syra turns her head a little, to see Hagrid standing by his door, with a crossbow. He roars in anger, but still Syra can sense some fear in him.

"Who's out there? Show yourself!" He notices the black rock-like lump on the ground. Only ten meters away from his hut.

"Who are you?" Syra says nothing. She slowly stands up and turns to face Hagrid, but doesn't show her own face. Hagrid points his bow at her, but she doesn't care. A familiar face, reveals itself, behind Hagrid's back. Harry comes closer to see better what is Hagrid yelling at. Ron and Hermione tries to stop him, but it's useless.

"Show your face!" Hagrid shouts even louder.

Syra's hatred grows inside her again, when she sees Harry walking toward her. She also take steps toward him. Syra clenches her fists. She's having a battle inside of her, not to attack Harry. He stops and so does Syra. She reaches her hand at Harry, but pulls back fast at the same time, when Hagrid shots an arrow right at her.

"You won't touch him! Not with your filthy hands! Get away from him!"

She doesn't make a sound, only yanks it out of her arm and throws the bloody arrow on to the ground.

"What is going on in here?!"

A cold voice behind Syra shouts. It's Snape and Dumbledore. Syra turns around, takes a last glance at Harry and then kicks the ground and now floats in the air, just ten feet above the others. Syra grins evilly, because the looks on their faces are so amusing that she has to make herself not to laugh. They didn't expect this to happen at the first night. She waves her hand and shots a blinding light at their direction and flies away.

She lands in the deepest of forest and leans on the tree, holding her left arm, which is bleeding. She breathes heavily.

"Why didn't I stay inside?!" She groans in pain, but suddenly it stops. She feels... hunger... thirst... She has always been afraid of this feeling and has tried to avoid it in every possible way. She loves the moon and the stars, but every night, when they're up in the sky, she's scared to look at them. She's scared of the light, that touches her skin, when she goes out at night. Even though she knows, it's dangerous only when it's full moon. She hates the feeling she has to go through every month. It's like one week of her life, every single month, has been wasted 'cause of this very disease. A disease, she has carried along for her whole life. A disease, she has hidden from the others. A disease, which existence, she denies.

"And mom says it's a gift..." She mocks her mother sarcastically for making her go through a metamorphic hell.

She tries to ignore the thoughts she have in her head. A thought of the thirst. A thought of the fangs. She knows she has to drink, but she doesn't want to. It would make her heart beat faster. It would make her shiver of pleasure.

"NO! I won't!!!" she remembers the words, that her mother told her, after she got out of Hogwarts and could be herself again. Among the others of her kind.

´My dear child. Don't think that depriving someone's life 'cause of your own needs, is wrong. It isn't. You know that there is only a dozen of our kind left and we have to make sure that the youngest of us are alive, when the eldest are gone, to continue the species. There are humans out there, more than enough and the ones who die because of us, should be grateful and honored to give up their lives for such a beautiful thing as Moon Vampires. But the witches and wizards, who are taking our lives, for keeping themselves safe, are a huge threat to us. But some of them, will help us to stay alive and spread the blood of our noble families. But remember - never, ever, touch a forbidden flesh. I mean never! Darling, you know there are people and creatures that you shall not touch. Not even when you're desperate with your thirst. Always, you are able to find something else... just wonder what would your father say if he hears you have done something so awful...´

Syra bursts into tears when she thinks about what her mother said to her, before Syra left to find her own calling. She sits under a tree for a while, to clear her head. Something wakes her. She smells the air and lifts her head to meet the dark eyes of the unicorn, she saw earlier, before she transformed into a blood-drinking creature. She holds her wounded arm, when she stands up from the ground.

"No! You have to go away!" She yells to the unicorn. "Don't do this to me! RUN!"

But it won't leave. It doesn't understand what Syra tries to say. Syra knows she could just rise to the air, get herself away from the unicorn, save it and save herself, but she doesn't do so. She looks in those dark eyes and goes closer. She knows she shouldn't, but she can't help her nature. It looks so beautiful when the moonlight hits its back from between the tree branches. Syra reaches her hand at it, to touch its neck.

´... just wonder what would your father say...´

her mother's words scare her and she pulls her hand back. She won't do it. She looks at her arm, that is bleeding badly and makes the decision quickly. Syra bites herself. She sinks her fangs into her own flesh for the first time in her life. She then looks up in the sky, to see the moon and screams. It's ear grating. She flies through the air, right on the moon's way and floats there for a minute. She sees something go across the grounds, which she assumes are Harry, Ron and Hermione, going back to castle.

But where are Snape and Dumbledore?

Hagrid is walking around alone in front of his hut, to make sure the creature is gone. Syra's not moving in any direction, she just looks down, to see how beautiful Hogwarts looks like at night from the map angle. Syra lands on the top of the highest tower Hogwarts has. She stares at the moon and seize crows that fly by her and empty them. She can't get her thoughts away from that unicorn. The smell of its blood. Syra keep telling herself not to let the thoughts wander toward that beauty.

"I just can't help it..."

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