FALLEN

Chapter One: Breathe Into Me..and Make Me Real

Alexandria rushed away fom the growing and clamoring crowd of the Hogwarts students, Jessica and Chaylin placed at her side. Her long, full black hair danced behind her as she walked. She placed a long finger on a stone witch, and instantly she jumped aside revealing a passageway big enough to fit a fairly skinny person. She stepped inside, her shoes clicking on the floor, the darkness guiding her. She grabbed a brass door knob and twisted it open with a thrust.

Inside there was an old room, draped in colors of black and crimson. To her right was an old, polished, wooden book case, filled with books of dark colors and many pages. There was a window a couple of feet from the ground, the long, flowing black and red drapes' tips scraping the ground. There was a crimson colored couch, with pillows of crimson and black. She placed herself there, and Chaylin sat on the arm of the couch, Jessica sitting beside her.

"The old fool," Alex laughed, her blue eyes dimmed with cruelity and malice, "Six years! Six years and he hasn't even guessed." Her cold laughter rang throughout the room.

"How stupid," Jessica agreed tossing her long red hair over her shoulder.

"Yes. We could do it right in front of him and he wouldn't even know!" Chaylin said, her dark brown eyes alight amusement.

"Yes, yes, of course," Alexandria said, her black hair flowing over her shoulders and her crimson-colored lips in a perfect smile, "How easy it is. Shall we celebrate another year, girls?" Her eyes became lit with cruelty and coldness.

"Who will it be this time?" Chaylin asked eagerly.

"I want a challenge," Alex said, dimly thinking it over, "Someone hard to catch. Somebody will protected."

"What about the Malfory kid?" Jessica asked.

"No, not him," Alex said, "I was thinking more along the lines of, oh, say, Harry Potter."

Again her cold laughter echoed through the room, but this time it was met by two others'.

"But how," Chaylin asked, strands of her blonde hair falling into her face, "and when?"

"Oh, soon enough," Alex said, "Not now. Our plan will be put into action, however, tomorrow. I'm guessing it will come in a month or so."

"And who are we to take before then?" Jessica asked eagerly.

"Whoever we can get."

Alex's voice sand throughout the small chamber. Standing infront of her dome shaped mirror, she brushed her shimmering black hair, singing a simple and old melody. Her pale skin alive in the reflection, her eyes alive with cruel happiness, and her slender body dancing in rthym with the movement of her brush. Alex placed the brush down gracefully. She pulled her hair back distractedly, strands hanging loosely in her face and tickling her skin, in daner of getting caught in her eyelashes. She pulled on a black cloak, the hood hiding her fact. She clenched her hands to fists, hiding any trace of her pale skin.

She moved fast and gracefully, her movements blending in with the pure darkness around her. She stepped out of the room, and was met by two figures in the darkness, invisible to one with mortal eyesight.

"Quiet," she whispered in a low voice.

Their easy, quick footsteps made no soundall in sync with each other. The glided in the passageways, even as they opened the large wooden doors. Alex stepped out first. The cool wind was lapping at her face, the darkness of night calling to her and welcoming her. This was her place, where she belonged, her lair...her realm. She drew in a long breath and caught a faint, distant scent.

"There are people about," she said aloud. She felt the other two's stares of delight.

She moved quickly to the right and ran. The swiftness blew her hood back, and her hair feel freely and moved with the wind. She was as quick as if she were flying, adapting to everything around hershe was one. It was quiet, as if she was still, but she was alive and driven by a powerful force, so powerful that she was helplesseven if it was something like her. It controlled her feet, the way they hit the cool grass, the way her body moved forward, how she didn't want to stop. She grabbed it, and ran along with it as it steered her. It was eating at her like a leech. She ran soundlessly, easily, quickly, blending in with the darknessa true creature of the night. She stopped a few feet away behind a couple who were endgaged in some very passionate...entertainment...

Jess spoke, "They are too distracted to notice anything we do!" She almost laughed.

Alex's tounge traced over her teeth hungarily. She inched closer swiftly, using her immortal strength and grace, her movements invisible to one with mortal eyes. Inching closer, she reached out and grabbed the young man in a motion so swiftly that the female was confused.

"Nathan?" she asked upset.

Alex dragged the fighting man over to a coven of bushes easily.

"I'd stop fighting," she whispered, "I posses the strength of 3 men.."

He laughed.

Her heart was pounding, the thirst stronger then ever. The scent of mortal flesh and blood no longer faint and distant, but strong. She clamped her hands onto his shoulders, and her fingers grippening, he weakened and stopped struggling. She drew in a long breath and clamped down onto him. Her fangs pierced his skin, warm blood flowing into her mouth. She sucked gratefully, feeling the blood coursing down her throat. She felt each breath he took in, heard each thud of his heart, tasted his fear...for one sweet moment she was not just taking his blood, but his life. She had complete power over him. She swallowed, each gulp slowing his heart. Dim beats. Almost gone. She threw him aside and he fell onto the grass, bleeding freely. His body was sprawled on the ground. He died quickly, painfully. She smiled, still tasting his blood, sweet and metallic, fresh, delicious. She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out her long, slender wand and pointed it at the dead body.

"Evanesco," she whispered. The body vanished.

Alex smiled. She felt two bodies beside her.

"We've got the girl," Jessica said slyly, "She's out for now. Bound and gagged. Chay's got her levitating. We need you to make her invisible, she's still al"

"Say no more," Alex said.

She walked over to the levitating body. She placed her finger on the brown-womans forehead. She was pretty. Short brown hair, soft skin, a pretty complexion, many colors in her face, her soft pink lips pressed together, her eyes shut gently. Alexandria muttered a few words and ran her finger down the girls body, the trail behind it disappearing.

"I've always wondered how you did that," Jessica said, with a grin.

Soon they were inside, in their rom again. They placed the brown-haired woman in a chair, tying her hands behind her back. The girls gathered in the room, chuckling. They sat on the couch again.

"Chaylin, do you want the honors?" Alexandria asked cooly.

"Of course," Chay laughed.

She grabbed a knife off the table, and in her other hand she held three wine glasses. She glided over the woman and knelt down beside her. She clutched a knife in her pale hand, and brought it to the womans wrist. In a swqift movement she slit the girls wrist, and the blood poured into the first glass. Slowly the other glasses were being filled, and Alex and Jess grabbed one each, eagerly, the blood warming the tips of their fingers.

"Cheers," Alex said.

The glasses clinked together, and their laughed echoed through the room.