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Summary: Lily Evans is a Vampire. When a Vampire Hunter kills her Sire, she is determined to track down the one responsible and kill him. She did not expect to fall in love in the process. L/J, AU.

A/N: I knew what I wanted to do with this chapter; it was putting it into words that plagued me for the best part of four days. However, I eventually came up with this. ETA: I've replaced this chapter to make a few unnoticeable changes that should hopefully make the story flow better in later chapters. Happy reading.

Forbidden Love

I Pledge My Allegiance… Unknowingly

Although an overly large hood hid their face, I could tell that he was male. There was no question about it. He reeked of manliness, from his laboured breathing to the stale scent of cigarettes that had settled on his clothes.

"You took your time," I said coolly, eyeing him with a certain amount of contempt.

He snorted. "I'd 'ave thought that was the last thing you lot would be worrying about; time." He laughed dryly.

"It wasn't the time I was concerned about. It's your failure to comply with the basic terms of this meeting. The Dark Lord is bound to be perturbed when he learns of your incompetence, isn't he?" I retorted snappishly. The man gulped and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Yes, well." He cleared his throat and looked at me wearily. "The Dark Lord has been informed of your proposition and is most eager to have you, er… grace his presence." His voice had obtained a sudden serious tone to it and I relished in this piece of information.

I nodded slightly and smiled, a contained excitement brimming inside me. "When would Voldemort like to see me?" The man flinched visibly at the sound of his master's name but I hardly cared about his inability to tolerate a name.

"Tomorrow night. We'll meet here around the same time and I'll escort you to the headquarters."

"If you can make it on time," I said with another contemptuous glare.

The man dismissed it. "Is that a yes or a no?" he asked shortly.

"A yes of course," I replied quickly and stood up. "I have other things to be doing, and I'm almost certain you will too." I paused slightly. "Till tomorrow." It was his turn to nod; a surely disrespectful jerk of the head if anything. I walked away from him and into the bitterness of the night the cool air whipping stray pieces of red hair around my face.

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During my mortal years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, news of a certain Lord Voldemort had spread like wild fire. A Dark Wizard they had said, a wizard that planned to overthrow the Ministry and destroy all those with less then half-pure blood. Disappearances, murders, and vicious attacks soon followed and by the time I had, left numerous students had had family members killed and been killed themselves. I had now turned to this regime.

I turned the Zippo lighter absentmindedly over in my hands. Clementius had been blatantly out to humiliate me that night in the club, I was aware of that now. He was scared that for one time in near four hundred and fifty years his sired would come to think freely and desert his side if needs be. He was scared that all the traditions, all the rules in our society would be broken. Rules that he himself had changed after the death of the last Great One, to suit his needs.

Knowing that I only had a limited amount of options left, I had turned to Lord Voldemort. It wouldn't have be a wise move to do it by myself. Not only, would I have been hunted by my own kind for going against the principles set down by Clementius, I would have the Ministry of Magic breathing down my neck as well.

I got up from the corner I had been sitting in for the last hours of the darkness and crossed the bare, derelict room to my coffin. I had fed before my meeting with one of the Dark Lords minions and then again after. Excitement was a wonderful feeling for the undead, almost a human feeling, that drained you of energy and naturally my source of energy was blood.

"Revenge will be sort," I whispered softly to my self, lying down in the oblong box and slowly sliding the lid over. I slept soundly for the first time since Dante's death.

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The weather had deteriorated considerably since the previous evening, rain lashing against the cobbled streets of wizarding London. It was the fourth time in a week that I had been inside Knockturn Alley and the thought made me physically shudder. It was the familiarity that made me feel sick. I preferred a little variety in the places I went and even strayed to near by towns outside of London when I was feeling too suffocated. I had a feeling that after meeting the Death Eater we would be travelling a greater distance then even that.

He was already waiting for me when I reached our agreed meeting place and gave me a triumphant smile, as if to prove a point. I returned the smile half-heartedly; faintly amused by the fact he thought he could get one over on me. In his hand he was clutching an empty Butterbeer bottle.

"Good, you're here."

"Why wouldn't I be?" I replied, irritated at his smug tone. The Death Eater shrugged and withdrew his wand. Muttering, he pointed towards the empty Butterbeer bottle.

"Portus," The bottle glowed blue for a few seconds before returning to its natural state. He glanced at me briefly. "We're travelling by Portkey."

"I had gathered," I said dryly. "It's a pity I don't have the ability to Apparate anymore."

"That's what the Dark Lord suspected. You may have been immortalised and all that, but you lost all of your wizarding powers, right?" He questioned conversationally.

"Right."

"But you gained some?"

"Yes," I snapped. "Stop questioning me otherwise I maybe taking back a body to your Master!" He raised his hands as a sign of innocence, that he meant no harm. Ha.

"Okay. I was just askin'," he said. I ignored him. The minutes passed with a tedious silence and then the Dark Lord's minion broke it. "It's almost time. If you just put your finger on the bottle." I did so with out complaint.

The Death Eater glanced at a leather strapped wristwatch and began to count down silently. It happened quite abruptly, the jerk from behind my navel and then the feeling of being spun in dizzying circles like on one of those Muggle waltzes.

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Red eyes. Two red eyes. There was a look of madness about him, a feeling that in his mind he was disturbed by past events in his history. I could feel his anger burning like a fire out of control, furious, enraged. And he was releasing it onto the world without mercy.

"My Lord." My travelling companion took a step forward. "I have done as you asked; I have bought her to you." He loathed me, I could tell by the tone of his voice. Of course, I can't say that I truly blame him, I was spiteful towards him; I had looked down upon him as a mortal.

The room was dark, lit only by one torch that flickered as it burnt, and the Dark Lord was sat in a chair that might have been used as a throne. In a circle there were Death Eaters, white, expressionless masks, hiding their identities.

"Thank you, Rookwood. You are dismissed." His voice was cold, bitter and cruel. He surveyed me carefully and then said at last, "You are no more than of age, but little does it matter to me." He paused. "Your proposition was of the greatest interest to me, however, I have a little one of my own, to suit both our needs equally."

"We shall see, my Lord," I said wearily, unsure of his ulterior motives. He smiled, if you could call it that, his lips pressed together in a sardonic way.

"Your determination to find Lord Dante's murderer is quite admirable. Even Clementius will admit to that."

"I highly doubt that, my Lord. Clementius will do as he pleases, when, where and wherever he sees fit," I replied, gritting my teeth at the thought of that over-seasoned, arrogant, poor excuse for a vampire.

"Even so, I have a feeling your determination is not to be underestimated at any costs. It would not be wise to have you as an enemy, which is why I have my little proposition ready for you to hear." I tilted my head into a half-nod, fairly impatient to hear what he had to say. "I will give you the name of the Vampire Hunter whom killed Lord Dante, and you will let me have some of your blood for experimentation."

I could feel my eyes widen considerably. If he had my blood, it would effectively make him immortal if he had drunk from me first. But for the name! The name of that filth that had murdered my Sire, oh how easy it would be to track him down then! How easy it would be to kill him!

"My Lord," I said quickly. "For what possible reason would you want to experiment with the blood of the undead?"

"Immortality child- the immortality! I want to be able to live forever without the worry of being killed by some Muggle-loving fool such as Albus Dumbledore!" he hissed.

"You can still be killed! By the dawn! By a stake through the heart! It is not immortality as you see it!" I cried, wondering what madness had befallen him.

A smile played across his lips. "It will be. It will be as I see it. I want you to join me, in my cause, Lilith! You can do that by letting me have some of your blood, and in return I will give you the name of the Vampire Hunter who killed Dante! Lord Voldemort never forgets those who help him strive to get what he wants- help me Lilith and you can wreak your revenge!"

It couldn't hurt, could it? It was hardly going to affect me, even if he did reach immortality without fearing death from the light of the sun. It couldn't hurt. Slowly I nodded and looked up into red eyes. "In return for you giving me the Vampire Hunter's name, I will supply you with the blood you need for your experiments."

"Do you agree to those terms?" Voldemort asked, searching for a proper answer.

"I do." It took me a moment to realise what I had just said and to reaffirm it within my own mind I said it again, "I do." The bargain had been sought.

The Dark Lord, eyes dancing with some sort of excitement that was almost unnatural to him, smiled. "Excellent."

"The name," I pressed, raising an eyebrow.

The Dark Lord linked bony fingers together, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. "Bella, my dear, I believe you have retrieved that certain piece of information, would you?" he said, looking over to one of the cloaked Death Eaters.

"Yes of course, Master," a woman's voice rang out from beneath the mask, filled with complacency. She stepped forward and removed her mask revealing hooded eyes of grey and black hair. "The name of whom murdered your precious Sire, is…"

The name lingered in my mind numbly, hanging there like a dead body. It seemed, peculiarly, familiar…

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A/N: I missed out the name on purpose? What are you on about? I would never be that evil to my readers! Don't worry, it's not really a big deal. I mean, it's only a name, right? Besides, it links nicely in with the next chapter!

The chapter title I took off the start of Eminem's 'Mosh', it just fitted my purpose well. And before any flamers start, no I did not mean you pledge your allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, unknowingly. Trust me, I have a lot of respect for you guys. And anyway, I'm talking about Lilith here.

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Alexis Ravenlockes- Of course it didn't sound like I rant! I found your comments exceedingly interesting to me as a writer and can fully understand you wanting me to bring out the potential in this piece. Hopefully this chapter is longer. I didn't really intend to have short pieces, it just happened that way!

LoVerofHoBson- all in good time, all in good time. It will happen eventually, it's rather inevitable. But I can't promise it straight away. There will be a lot of enmity between the two when they do eventually meet!

Cliverblood- I'm not that greater fan of them myself. Occasionally I do read them out of pure interest, as Remus is one of my favourite characters. Itchy writing fingers is good!

Brighton Baby- I will try to post every week at least and thank you for your comments on the POV, it was very much needed. Thank you for your review!

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