Harry Potter and the Vampire's Curse
By: reviewaholicDisclaimer: The same thing I told you the last 7 chapters: I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own Carla, SC, Faith, and Doyle.
A/N: I am sorry this took so long, u all probably hate me. I usually update every week, but this chapter took some time because of writers' block. And because you had to suffer I'm going to morph three chapters into one. Anyway this chapter is mainly about how Faith and Doyle became vampires.(I will tell you about SC next chap.) Also a little bit more about how they act and why. Also the years are not exact.
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Chapter 8 – How It Came To Be and Lover Boy Flashback Faith…Faith lived a very happy life. She had grown up with her three brothers: Bret, the youngest, Ken, the middle, and Mike, the oldest. She was the oldest out of the four, and had always gotten along with them,
After their parents died Faith took a motherly role towards her brothers. They were more or less happy for a few years until one night…
They were eating dinner when they heard a knock at the door. Faith went to get it. There was a man, very pale and tall.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky.
He said nothing. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Your blood," he said lunging at her and biting into her neck. She let out a real scream as she felt her blood being drained. Her brothers had heard the scream and came to try and help her.
Mike got to her first and pulled the vampire off of her. Faith fell to the floor and crawled into a corner. Mike punched the vampire, but it wasn't fazed and just punched him right in the jaw, knocking Mike off his feet. Now Bret and Ken had joined in the fight. They both tried to attack it, but the vampire just grabbed them by their throats and threw them across the room. Mike was back on his feet and tried to fight it…
The vampire, in almost the blink of an eye, grabbed Mike's head and twisted it to one side. Just like that Faith's oldest brother was dead. She couldn't believe that she hadn't helped at all, but she couldn't. She lost too much blood in the first attack, all she could do was sit there helplessly and watch.
One by one her other two brothers were killed. In her rage she found a stray peace of wood-that Bret had tried to use earlier. She came up behind the vampire-who was at the time feasting on Ken- and jammed the steak right threw its heart. It was too late though, Ken had already lost enough blood too be dead. She had stopped the bleeding of her own wound and silently cried…
A few years later Faith was killing people left and right because she had lost her soul. After a few years she had met up with a gypsy that placed a cures upon her. She had granted her a soul…in the year 1722.
End Flashback…Harry looked over at Hermione and saw that she had a certain…look on her face. He had never seen that expression before, at least on her.
Then it downed on him, She's jealous, he thought.
"Your jealous are you?" he asked.
"Jealous – me – HA!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'm not jealous I'm just worried about you that's all. After all she's a psycho/stalker/ person/vampire."
"You are jealous," Harry said as if what she said confirmed his suspicions.
"No I'm not!" she exclaimed.
He gave her a stern look.
"OK maybe a little," she said.
"Hermione," Harry said sternly once again.
"Don't push it lover boy!" she said just as sternly, but with a sly smile.
"Is that my new nick name?" he asked with the same smile.
"Maaaybee," she said playfully…
Flashback Doyle…Doyle grew up in Ireland with his family. Doyle was into the arts, as well as his only sister. Unfortunately his father did not approve. (Neither did his mother but she wasn't around that much)
He had always said that Doyle was a freak. Always insulting his work and telling him he wasn't a real man all his life.
"You'll never amount to anything," he would say or "Why don't you go out and do some real work like a real man?" or "You're a disappointment to the entire family."
Doyle's anger grew over the years. He was able to keep his sanity by talking to his younger sister, Kathryn. She was the kindest person he knew and he loved her. She shared his passion and understood him like no one else.
He truly did not want to leave, but he couldn't stand his father anymore. He was packing as much as he could as fast as he could. Kathryn was very upset and was on the verge of tiers.
"Come now Kathryn, no tears on my acount," he said whiping a single tear that had fallen. Doyle's father came bursting into the room.
"Here you are running away like a caward! What a disapionment! You can't even stay and face your problems, like a real man!" he yelled.
"I'm not a man like you that's for sure, and that's just fine with me!" Doyle exclaimed. He took, what was very little, he had and took off…
That night at a local pubb Doyle was trying to forget he problems by getting drunk. This made him very vonerable, and someone took advantage… A female vampire senced his pain and hatred and decided not to kill him, but to make him. Doyle being drunk was esally luard into an alley.
She slowly bit into him drianing him. The next thing he knew he was wakeing up…in a coffen. People had thought him dead and buried him. He found this stenth in himself and was able to push through the six feet of dirt.
He found his way to the top. He walked over to the woman that had made him…he could some how sence it. He felt a sort of pain all over him.
"I know Doyle, its hard being reborn," she said. "Now you need to feed soon…who will it be?" she asked.
Doyle knew agsactly who it was going to be. He didn't reply he just started walking. She followed him. They were almost to his destination when he stopped and turned to her.
"I just have one question," he said, she nodded, "who are you?" he asked.
She smiled and said, "Just call me Carla."
He nodded and continued to walk on. A few more minutes later they reached the house…
"Hello father," Doyle said colmly cousing his father to jump up. He looked around and saw his dead wife on the floor.
"My god – no – this can't be real your dead!" he excliamed.
Doyle went into his vampire form and said, "I guess you could say that."
His father went wide-eyed, "Even so how could you come in – you can't come in if you are not invited!" he yelled.
"Oh but I was invited," he said gesuring to the door where there was his sister dead on the floor as well. "She thought I had come back to her an angle," he said with a slight laugh.
With that he lunged at his father a killed him…in the year 1805.
End Flashback…A/N: hope you liked it and again sorry for the long wiat.