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(A/N): hey guyz! back with another chapter, we are! this one was written by me, SilverSilencer15! I think this chapter gives more insight as to where we are going with this fic! Also, this fic is a bit more intense and contains depression, suicide, all that good stuff...so if that offends you, click that little back button.

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Chapter 5 - Anarchy

Zephyr stood from his lone position on his four-poster. He walked solemnly out of the Slytherin dorms and out into the Entrance Hall. He looked out into the courtyard and stared unfazed into the chilly mist that had settled into the valley. He turned away from the window and walked half-heartedly into the Great Hall. He sat at the almost empty Slytherin table and placed a piece of toast onto his plate. He looked over his shoulder and saw Hermione sitting alone, reading The Daily Prophet, sighing heavily at the same news that had been in the paper for the past month.

He, gathering his courage, stood silently then walked over, clearing his throat as he took a seat beside her. She looked over at him with fear and small amount of desire clouded over her eyes. "Hey . . ." he said.

"Hi . . ." she returned.

"So, what are you doing tomorr . . .?" he started before she interrupted.

"I'm sorry . . . I'm busy tomorrow." She said before standing and striding gracefully from the Hall.

He sighed heavily in defeat and followed the stepped out of the Hall. But instead of heading upstairs, he opened the oak doors and stepped out into the freezing mist . . . the iciness of the air chilling his lungs. He continued his walk, stopping only when he reached the Black Lake. He stood for what seemed like forever until his mind went off . . . someone was coming! But instead of taking action, he remained still, and let the approaching person place a hand on his shoulder. He turned, expecting to see Izzy or Tai, but was shocked to find out that it was one Hermione Granger. He said nothing and turned to watch the Giant Squid surface and disappear once again into the murky depths.

"I- I'm sorry . . . for running off like that, it's just that . . ." she began, but Zephyr cut her off.

"Don't worry about it . . . It's . . . it's fine."

"No, it's not . . . I know you like me, and I-, like you too. It's just that there's a rumor going around, a rumor that you're a vampire."

"Word travels fast!" he stated bluntly.

"So, it's true?" she asked fearfully.

"Hermione, please, no one understands, other than Izzy, Tai, and Kisea, everyone thinks I'm a freak." She considered this for a while then forced a smile.

"I just don't want to be hurt . . . or bitten . . ." she trailed off and became interested with her trainers. His eyes rested on hers and he lifted her head with two of his fingers under her chin. She looked into his emerald eyes and felt a small pull at her chest. The hypnotizing glare of a true vampire was there but Zephyr held it back, he couldn't do that to her.

"I like you a lot, 'Mione, but if it's uncomfortable for you to be around someone . . . someone like me, then I don't want you to go through the misery of it." He stated as-a-matter-of-factly. She shook her head and placed a finger on his lips, indicating that she wanted him to stop talking.

Their faces drew closer, so close that she could smell the peppermint on his breath. They were an inch apart when a sudden warmth enveloped them from the mist. Zephyr placed his hand on the small of her back and held her hand with his other. She placed a hand in his tousled, black hair and their lips met. For those few seconds, he forgot that he needed blood and the fact that he was even in his wanting phase. He thought only of what was happening at that precise moment. Zephyr sensed a yellow aura surrounding them and smirked into the kiss, for yellow was the aura of passion. Before they could part themselves, they were yanked apart by a furious looking Ronald Weasley.

"What the BLOODY HELL is going on here!" he asked in blind rage.

"It's a kiss, you've ever heard of it!" Zephyr replied venomously.

"Hermione, please tell me you don't like this freak!" he yelled.

"No, Ronald, I don't like him!" she scathed. Zephyr's heart dropped. "I think I love him!"

"But he's a bleeding vampire!"

"What difference does that make?"

"He'll probably bite you in your sleep!"

"More like bite you in your sleep!" Zephyr threatened.

"Is that a threat? C'mon, lets go!" he said, motioning towards himself.

"You really don't want to do that!" Zephyr warned.

"Chicken?" Ron mocked. Zephyr had tried to warn him . . . So, instead of drawing his wand he entered Ron's mind. He played around willingly, inserting thoughts of misery, torture, death, and pain into his innocent mind. Ron's emotion changed and his lip began to quiver. Tears began to creep down his cheeks before he opened his mouth to speak. "You fucking vamp! He launched himself at Zephyr and missed by an inch for Zephyr had gracefully glided off to the side. He turned quickly and his fist caught the black-haired teen in the back, sending him forward a few feet. Ron then drew his wand and had it pointed at Zephyr, ready to fire, when another spell caught Ron square in the chest.

Zephyr looked over at Hermione, who had conjured the jinx. Ron stirred, slightly confused, but had now sprouted feelers from the top of his head, which began to repeatedly slap him in the face. Hermione grabbed Zephyr's hand and began to storm off when Ron once again voiced his disapproval. Hermione turned impatiently and shouted, full of rage. Zephyr could sense the red aura of rage surrounding his mate. "JUST PISS OFF, RONALD!" She sent him one final glare and pulled Zephyr up the dirt path to the castle.

They entered the castle and walked into the Library. Thank Merlin it was Sunday, no classes! Hermione sat heavily at one of the tables, Zephyr following suite. She took out a book entitled Vampires: a Crimson Legacy, "Been researching me, have you?" he asked curiously. She blushed and he had his answer.

"So," she began, "do you consider us, a couple?"

"Do you want us to be considered a couple?" Zephyr asked gently. She looked into his entrancing eyes and her cheeks burned a light pink.

"Yea . . . I'd like that!" she smiled.

"Great!" Zephyr said, planting a feather-light kiss on her rosy lips. "But, I've got to go. I promised Iz and Tai that I'd meet up with them today." She nodded contently. Zephyr was at the door when a small voice stopped him.

"Zeph?" it asked. He turned to look at Hermione.

"Yea?"

"I- I love you?" she said softly yet persistently. Zephyr stood, stunned to the spot.

"I love you, too." He smiled and turned to walk from the room. He strutted towards the Entrance Hall when a familiar pang of desire made itself known inside his being. His pace slowed and his brain focused on the only thought his soul was providing . . . the longing for the taste of blood.

He altered his course and soon stood in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. He paced back and forth in front of the opposite wall and soon a blood-red, oak door appeared. He put on a smug smile and entered.

Takato and Isabella waited in the Main Hall for their friend. They soon became impatient and Izzy began searching the castle for any sign of his aura. She soon piped up and said, "Room of Requirement."

"Where?" Takato asked dumbly.

"Just follow me." she said. They walked toward the 7th floor and ran headlong into the red-haired witch from the train.

"Looking for Zephyr?" she asked quickly.

"No, he's in the Room of Requirement; now get out of our way!" Izzy said angrily. Kisea, moved aside reluctantly and followed the duo up to the 7th floor corridor. Takato moved over to the door and turned the handle, not expecting what the door revealed.

Inside was Zephyr, a crystal phial held to his lips, a mysterious, crimson liquid flowing into his mouth. The sound that could be heard other than the deep gulping issuing from their friend, was the lone gasp from Izzy. Zephyr dropped the phial and turned to look at his friends, his lips stained a light red.

Izzy stormed in, wanting answers, "What are you bloody doing!"

"Izzy!" Zeph yelled slightly. "I can explain!"

"Really, what's your excuse for pouring blood down your bloody throat?"

"I'm a vampire!" Izzy stared at him for a moment before stammering incoercible.

"Wha-, you can't . . . vampire!" she asked. Zephyr nodded and Izzy looked at the others, as if looking for back-up. She stumbled over an empty phial strewn on the floor. She regained her composure and turned to run to run out of the door. But Kisea stood, blocking her path. Kisea smiled half-heartedly and unintentionally showed her fangs. Izzy screamed and pushed past her. They listened as her footsteps grew softer, and then stood in relative silence, waiting for something else to happen. Takato and Kisea looked scornfully at Zephyr. He stood there, the phial he once drank from lying at his feet. She was his best friend and he thought she would understand.

He turned toward the door and walked past the other two, Kisea smiling apologetically at him and Takato giving him a sympathetic pat on the back. He let his feet take over and soon he was on the balcony of the Astronomy Tower. His Occlumency came into play and his mind was blank and protected from foreign invasion. The cold wind blew through his jet-black hair, the red tint shining madly in the dim sunlight. His porcelain skin gleamed brightly in the cool light that made its way through the clouds, and his green eyes became tinged with burgundy, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. The wind whipped harder and his tousled hair blew around his face landing in his eyes, partially obscuring his view.

He looked around to assure himself that he was alone. Once he was well assured that he was alone he closed his eyes and held his head back, the wind increasing and a white aura forming around the young vampire. In an instant, he had transformed into a sleek, black Raven. Its eyes glowed crimson and the deep red streaks through its feathers reflected the light of the approaching dusk, which played frivolously in the mist. He spread his wings and soared into the starry sky, crying into the approaching night, in hurt and vain.

He soared above the clouds for what seemed like forever until he was positioned over a small hill. He, being the experienced Quidditch player that he was, mimicked the Wronski Defensive Feint, but without a broom. He spiraled towards the ground, the mist whipping wildly around him. The ground was about 25 feet away when he did a back flip and transformed back into the figure of the black-haired vampire. He landed softly and walked over to the nearest tree and slid down the trunk.

He took a blade from the sheath inside his robes. He smiled at his reflection in the sleek metal of the knife then lowered it to the creamy flesh of his forearm. He drew the blade across his skin and pushed down firmly, cutting himself deep. He smirked down at the crimson fluid leaking from the wound he had created. He continued to cut in a circle until the wound met at the two ends. He then cut two slashes through the circle, forming an A-frame. To top it off, he put a horizontal slash through it all. Anarchy.He smiled at his work of art . . . a picture he had painted with the crimson paint that naturally leaked from his veins.He looked up at the distant castle and frowned. He was a freak. He finally came to terms with his self. The world would be better of without Zephyr Jestyn McKaine, Vampire, Veela, and world-renowned freak! He slowly drifted into nothingness and he let the blackness envelope him. "I'm sorry. Hermione . . ." he whispered before he fell over into the moss, his arm bleeding freely, the ground drinking deeply, and sensing that one more vampire of the Pectus ab tuus Victus clan would cease to exist.

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