The Dark Flight Down
Chapter 1 Deliver us from Evil
She lit the cigarette; it was her fourth kill this week. She took a drag and looked at the clear sky. Almost mocking her in its simplicity, she walked among them, interacted with them and no one suspected a thing. She always knew she was a creature of the night, she just chose to ignore it until now. The first time she killed it was like a creature awoke in her, the taste of fresh blood running down her chin. She was special in a way, and no one knew. She chose not to tell anyone, why would she? They would shun her; make fun of her…fear her. Taking another drag she made her way up to the castle. Hagrid would find the empty carcass but she was counting on that. She threw the butt in front of her and stepped on it. The wetness of the grass put it out almost making it unnecessary for her to step on it.
She was made Head Girl, which made it easier for her to go outside and hunt. She wasn't the same and the other people could see it. Even Harry and Ron knew, that was part of the reason they stopped hang around her. She had lost most of what she had worked so hard for, but it didn't matter. She was still the best at school, even when she hardly tried she still beat everyone for marks. She walked into her and dropped the pack of smokes on her bed and grabbed her diary from her night stand. She sat on the sofa in the common room and started to write.
The world around her closed around her and all she could see was her diary and the words she wrote. The touch on her shoulder made her jump and brought her back to reality.
"…Granger? Are you okay?" Malfoy leaned over the back of the couch, making it tip back a little.
"Yeah, why?" She looked up. They had become some sort of friends.
"You've got…um…blood it looks like on your chin" He wiped his chin to show her where.
Reaching up to her chin she wiped a spot of dried blood on to her hand. "Thanks" She said walking to wards her bedroom. He followed; they had a feeling of trust. She turned around and looked at him. He didn't know she had small feelings for him.
"Where are you off to?" She asked sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"Out with some friends, probably to a party" He leaned up against the doorway, watching her. She would never know he cared.
"Well I better be off…" He turned around and left, leaving her alone again.
She walked over to her desk and pulled the razor out from a drawer. Making her way over to the bathroom they shared, she turned on the ice cold water. Pulling her sleeve up revealing a scar covered forearm, she pressed the razor into a clear space and pulled it. Drops of blood rolled down her arm and into the sink. She didn't see the door open a crack, she didn't see the eyes following her every move. She didn't know he was watching her.