Chapter 3
Freedom, the exquisite taste of mortal's happiness and fears
carried through the wind. The soft mutters of longing and anger that
vibrated through the ground. The smell, that smell! The stench of
life, death, suffering and love. It had been more then five years
since he had smelt and tasted such freedom. Life or death rather was
wonderful! Minerva McGonagall a most beautiful and strong woman was
currently curled up in his bed and if she was to awake the first
thing on her mind would be him. Perhaps she would even become worried
that she could not find him. The thought of Minerva worrying about
where he was sent shivers up and down his spine. Deciding to hurry
Leonard quickly chose the ageing man walking slowly across the
opposite side of the street. He was polluted with a fatal disease one
that would kill him before the
doctors could realize what it was
that was wrong. At least this way would be quicker. Stalking the
ageing man was easy he didn't move particularly quick, not that a
mortals quick was anything compared to a vampires but Leonard
preferred not to have to move faster then a brisk walk. The dark
alley way he cornered him in was perfect for a perfect place to feed.
"Good evening." Leonard greeted the old man softly, his charm instantly kicking in.
"Out
of my way!" The old man answered grumpily, he was tired perhaps
slightly drunk. Just one look into the mans mind told the young
vampire all he needed to know.
"Oh Frank there is no need to
be so rude." Leonard continued as he closed the distance between
himself and the man.
"How do you..." The man trailed of; a
vampire's beauty is totally unearthly no matter what sex or kind they
were.
"That does not matter." Leonard whispered softly
as he closed the distance between them and started to whisper into
his ear. Leonard could never understand why he felt such compassion
towards the lowly mortals. He would miss the innocence and mortality
of his Minerva when he changed her but it was a sacrifice that must
be made. Feeding that night was easy, the old man was satisfying and
the look of sheer pleasure that filled his face before he passed onto
the undying mortal paradise was enough to ease Leonard's guilt.
He
often wondered what it felt like to die and not be reborn in the arms
of a vampire. Sadly it was not a feeling he would ever feel now. He
wanted Minerva, his secrets needed to be unloaded he needed to take
her. Dumbledore was looking for her and naturally he would find her,
but she would be changed before that happened Leonard would make sure
of it.
