Prologue
I was going in for the kill. My prey just stood there watching my every move. I smiled, showing my pointed teeth. He just kept staring. He knew what was coming.
I was a breath away from him now, taking in his sweet scent. Dear God did he ever smell nice, and he was all mine. I was behind him, tilting his head to the left, preparing for the kill.
It's nice when the prey doesn't fight. Just let it happen, I would whisper in their ear. This one was different though. He wanted it to happen, so easy, too easy. All because he loves me, I found myself smiling.
My teeth pierced his neck, drawling blood, his sweet human like blood. It tasted so wonderful on my lips and tongue. He only flinched. No other movement just flinched. I knew he wanted to yell out in agony. My teeth were sharp as razors. I knew they had to hurt. I've herd my prey yell, scream, and cry out in pain because of my sharp fangs.
After a while the pain won over, I assumed, for his knees buckled and we fell to our knees. He took a sharp intake of breath and closed his eyes, pain was winning him over. He grew cold quickly, blood leaving his body. He didn't say a think as he was dying under my power. I knew he herd my laugh in the back of my throat.
Chapter One:
I stared into the black sky, knowing this was my last day here in Paris. I was really going to miss this place. I closed my eyes. I was thirsty, too thirsty. I needed to be fed. It was that time; I had to go down to the forest. If I didn't soon, I was going to kill the innocent.
I turned from the window and walked away. I grabbed my car keys on the way out of the house and headed out to my car. Once I was inside the car I started the engine, the air from the vent blew in my face making my blond hair move around and into my face.
I turned the air off and moved the hair from my face. I sped out of my drive way, speeding fast down town toward the forest. I swerved fiercely around traffic. Not many people were out at 9 this evening. I wondered why, but pushed the thought behind because my thirst was getting worst by each minute.
The drive was a half hour for me but for a normal person it would have been an hour. Once I was parked I took off my jacket, setting it in the passenger seat and stepped out of my car. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My eyes fluttered open once the scent of my prey hit my nose.
I walked up to the forest edge glancing over my shoulder making sure no one was around. I stepped into the trees watching my prey from the distance. "Come here my precious. It will only hurt for a second." I whispered to it, though it couldn't here me. I smiled and let my thirst take over me. I hated the feeling, being over powered by my wants and needs. But it was a must. I had to quench my thirst before I had chance to kill the innocence. I glanced over my shoulder once more before I went any further. And that was it, I lost all control. The little mountain lion was dead before it could move. I had killed the animal with in 5 seconds.
I wiped the blood from my mouth with my back of my hand as I exited the forest. I was shaking with pleasure. I was fed and felt perfectly normal again. Normal as in, I'm still hungry but I can resist the innocent.
I opened the car door and got in. I looked at the time. 9:45. I sighed and droved back home, though I wasn't really aware of driving. I was still shaky from my feeding.
Once I was inside my room I walked back over to the window, this time looking down at the street. Judith, my mother, was supposed to be arriving any time now to drop off Isabelle, my younger sister. I hated both of them, for the mere fact that they were both flowing with witch blood in their veins. As it was time for me, my father was probably out feeding. Since he was much older than I was, he had to take in much more blood to satisfy his thirst. I loved my father dearly, he was just like me-I was like him more like it.
I had his dark blond hair and the same emerald green eyes but mine were outlined in with a dark green and in the middle had a honey brown. I was nothing like Judith, and I even thanked God for that. I would hate to have her mousy brown hair. Or her dull grey eyes that never change to the pure black that mine and my fathers sometimes did. And her complexion, it was tan and normal looking, while mine and my father was pale and elegant looking.
Poor Isabelle, I thought as I saw her walking up the sidewalk with my mother, you have to look like the evil witch, with your brown hair and grey eyes. I shook my head and moved away from the window. With in minutes there was a soft knock on my door. I gritted my teeth as I walked down the hallway and into the small living.
"Why hello Judith, what a pleasure it is to see you." I said when I opened the door.
"Oh what a pleasure it is." She reluctantly agreed.
Isabelle looked up at me with loving eyes. I rolled my eyes, which were probably black as coal. And I was right.
"So you went feeding did you?" Judith hissed.
"It's that time, as you should know. That's where dad is." I narrowed my eyes, "So are you leaving yet?"
"No. I just got here."
"And your point is?"
"You are…" she trialed off and walked into my home.
"Sure come in. I don't mind. Go ahead a raid my kitchen too. Sit on my couch; make your self at home." I said through gritted teeth.
"It's not like you have any food." She snapped.
"No. I don't. You are a smart one, there mother." I slammed the door and turned to face my relatives.
I wish you could choose your family. I sighed and closed my eyes, eager for them to change back to emerald again. Then it happen, I was reading her mind. She didn't know of course but I was. Inside her mind her thoughts about me were running wild.
My eyes were surly still black. I shook my head, I wanted out. I couldn't help my self for invading. I walked over to my couch, trying to calm my self. I sat and placed my head into my hands.
"Are you gone yet?" I asked into my hands.
"No," she repeated coldly, "I want you to promise me something."
"No." I snapped as soon as the words escaped her mouth.
"Your father insists that you promise me."
I read her mind; she wasn't lying, "Fine. What?" I agreed, though I already knew the question.
"Will you please take care of Isabelle while attending Hogwarts?"
"Yes." I unwilling promised.
God, Hogwarts. Why did I have to go there, with all the stupid little witches and wizards? Because my dad wanted me to watch after his poor helpless little brat of a daughter, that's why. I was only going there to please my father. Not because Judith wanted me too.
"Now are you leaving?" I asked, sounding ruse as ever. My thoughts made me even angrier.
"Yes." She sighed then turned to the little ten year old, "Now Bella," GAWD I hated that nickname, "You are only staying here for tonight. Tomorrow you will be headed for Hogwarts."
"Mummm." She whined. Great she's a whiner. "I already know this! You've told me this for the past four days! Now I need my stuff. Go get it!" She pointed at the door and looked at Judith with a stern look.
She better not push me around or I'll…
"Ok honey." Judith said and then turned back to me. "I'll be back."
"Unfortunately" I mumbled.
I sat there, head still in my hands, wanting nothing but to be alone. I felt Isabelle sit next to me on the couch. Her thoughts were on me. She was asking herself why I hated her and Judith too, though she called her mum. And she told her self that she wished I loved her. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. The little girl obviously didn't know what went on in her own family.
It's a shame, I thought, that she doesn't know why I hate her so much. I wanted to laugh. She sifted her weight around on the couch, which bothered me. I hate when people can't hold still.
I herd the front door open and then a loud thud. My head shot up and looked toward the door. My mother stood there, stuffing her wand into that ugly jacket of hers.
"Next time, why don't you put a hole threw my fucking floor?" I said raising my voice at the end of my sentence.
"Don't use that improper language in front of my daughter!" Judith exclaimed.
I did laugh then. It was a cold laugh and rolled my eyes upward, ahh how I loved to prick at her anger, "It's my house, my rules." I stated then stood.
Isabelle followed my action. Copy cat, I scowled to myself.
"Isabelle dear, I hope you have a wonderful time this year." Judith opened her arms for a hug.
In reaction, Isabelle pushed past me and flung her arms around her mother's neck, "I'll miss you too mum. I'll write." Her voice was cracking.
Aww a mushy moment between mother and daughter, I keep to myself, I wish I could have moments like that! Not. I crossed my arms over my chest. I herd Isabelle crying into Judith's shoulder. Jesus come on, I mean it's just Judith. It's not like it's someone special!
Finally she was gone, leaving me with a twit. Isabelle started to wander around my house, looking at paintings and pictures. She noticed that there weren't any photos of me or our family. She asked me why and I answered her by telling her it wasn't any of her concern and that she should go to bed.
"Why about you? Aren't you going to bed?" She asked me as I shoved her into the guest bedroom.
"Vampires don't sleep, Isabelle. You should know this, you live with dad. Now shut up and go to sleep, you human." I stated through clinched teeth, then, to get my point, I slammed the door behind me. I was certain she got the idea.
I walked into my living room knowing that this was going to be one hell of a night with her here. I flopped onto the couch not knowing what to do. Then after an hour of clearing my mind I decided to read. I picked up my closest novel and began reading.
Soon I the sun was raising and I found myself in my room packing away all my belongings that I would need to this adventure, as I liked to call it instead of a duty. After I was done packing, all I could do was wait for Isabelle to wake up. I knew that we had to be at the train station at 11. I knew that we could leave at 9 and be there around 10:46 with the way I drove.
I have never gotten a ticket or been in a car accident with my 100mph driving, for the mere fact I knew if there were cops ahead or not, and the fact I couldn't die and knew how to prevent a crash.
I was regretting the promise I had made to my dad by the time Isabelle was awake and getting dress. She was a grouchy little thing; I smacked her twice for back talking me. By the time she was dressed and ready it was 8. We had time to go down town to buy her something to eat.
Once she was done eating it was only 8:45. I decided to leave early, for my sake, so I could sit alone on the train while I left her by herself to make friends. Something I refused to get or make. I depend on no one but myself. And I was thankful for that, because I see that my mother has become so dependable with my father she probably couldn't live alone.
I couldn't understand why my father married the witch. It was beyond me. The woman was the most unattractive person I've ever seen and has a sour attitude, though I have one too but only around her and Isabelle. But what ever floats my father's boat works, I suppose.
We reached King's cross at 10:16, plenty of time to get rid of Isabelle and find my own seat. I parked my car, not wanting to say good bye to the silver BMW. But I did after I put mine and Isabelle's things on to the carts. Then we were off, me glancing over my shoulder back at my car until it was out of sight and Isabelle rushing forward.
As my mom explained to my weeks before, we went threw the damn wall between platforms 9 and 10. I thought it was the most stupid thing ever! But this is the wizard world. Once through the wall I was greeted by a maroon train that said Hogwarts Express on it. I left Isabelle to her self and walked on board, my trunk dragging behind me.
I found many empty compartments but I chose the one near the very back. Maybe people would first fill up the ones up front then work their way down and happen to never see me here by myself. I didn't need pity. I didn't to talk to anyone, befriend people. All I needed and wanted to do, was get this year done and over with.
Still, I wondered why I agreed to watch over Isabelle. I was kind of hoping that evil wizard would find her and take her away. I think his name was Voldemort or something along that line. I could be wrong though.
Finally after what seemed like eternity, the train began to move. I thought that everyone had found their own compartments with their little witches and wizard friends. But I was apparently wrong, for I herd my door slide open. I turned to see a gorgeous male standing there with two overly grown boys directly behind him.