Hello. It's been awhile. I have an announcement. Here, below is the notice I put on my other story, Silver Seas. Very important.

(Yesh, this has a point.)

This is belovedsoul. I'm sorry, but I will no longer go on any more. I've just entered secondary school (I'm 13 this year) and the workload, pressure and just THINGS I need to deal with are taking up all my time. I can't find the will to write, or the interest. All I think about now is … boys. And how to pass that Chinese exam I have this week.

I'm irritated with myself for dropping yet another story, and I'm sure everyone else is too. But it can't be helped. I don't even think about nowadays.

But the point of this is to make a proposal. Today I got a PM from someone asking me if I planned on continuing Silver Seas. I messaged back, saying no. But I felt this sense of loss at this carefully crafted plot going to waste.

So I'm making an offer. If any of you want to continue this story, or write a different version of it or anything at all, I give you all permission to copy and paste or take whatever you want from it and write it yourselves. You can even copy all the previous chapters and start writing from where I stopped. Just be sure to tell me about it so I can read it! I want to see a finished story as much as everyone else. If you're so kind, you might also credit me accordingly.

I'm not sure if anyone would even want to do this, but hey, it's worth a shot, right? If you're even a little bit interested, then go ahead, I fully support you. But once again, tell me if you're going to! I promise to review, hees.

Well, I've got to go call that cute guy from the second row and ask him about homework. Ahem.

Oh, yeah. You can do the same with any of my other stories too, like BOTE. But again again, tell me about it!

Yeah. Anyway, below I've put Chapter 2 of BOTE that I never finished. Hey, might as well. That teleportation description was a killer to write.

I love all of you readers, however annoyed at me you may be. Well, if any of you love vampirism as much as me that you would dedicate hours writing descriptions of them necking beneath the light of the moon, go ahead. I really like this plot, actually. Vampires are oddly sexual, which I feel would have added to the passion between Draco and Hermione had I finished writing this.

Gah. I hate myself. I wish someone would write a romance scene like that. -nudge nudge-

Blood of the Enemy: Gaze

Draco stared after Mikel as the battered wooden door swung back into place on its rusty hinges, creaking heavily. Over on the far wall, a lone spider crept silently across its silken web.

He was alone. Draco's blood rushed from the anticipation. Teleportation ... but how? Draco took aslow, hesitant step forward, willing himself to teleport. Nothing. He took a step back. But still, he remained in the dusty old room, where the spider's web slowly grew further tangled and intricate. Feeling his excitement ebb and impatience set in, Draco stepped forward and backwards repetitively, looking all the more like he was making a pathetic attempt at the Irish Drinking Jig.

Frustrated, Draco stopped stepping and instead whirled around to face the door, cursing, mind focused on how he would now have to get to Hogwarts on foo-

- and suddenly, for a moment, his vision was stolen from him, the solid floor beneath him seemed to vanish; and he was standing on nothing - he felt a cool, slippery sensation, like he had walked through a door of Jell-O, and the next moment found himself being thrown forwards onto his knees, with only his hands and reflexes to break the fall to the cold stone floor.

Gathering himself up, Draco stood gingerly, scowling. "Whirling around? That's how you teleport? Bloody vampire could have told me ..."

He had been conveniently deposited into the Slytherin common room. Realising his complete lack of cover, Draco glanced around quickly to make sure nobody had seen him materialise out of thin air. Finding everything secure – it was two hours past curfew, everyone was asleep – he then examined his pale skin, expecting bruises. Sure enough, greenish-yellow bumps marred his calves and arms. But even as Draco looked on, the bruises began to fade, the damaged skin smoothening and restoring its colour to the former alabaster. Draco watched for a few moments, intrigued, then tore himself away and squared himself for teleportation again. He would not settle for such a clumsy, unorthodox entrance, and shuddered at the thought of the ensuing humiliation if any of the other vampires were to actually witness him performing the act.

Visualising a spot near the silver and green sofa in the middle of the room, Draco readied himself, and then whipped round sharply, willing his power to trigger.

Again came that sudden, smooth, gauzy sensation of slipping through air; like soft, cool fingertips trailing across his skin, the feel of nothing but air underneath his feet, and the momentary blindness. Before he could fully comprehend anything, his vision was restored, the floor sliding back into place, and he stumbled and fell onto the plush sofa in front of him.

Struggling to untangle and straighten himself, Draco pushed the hair out of his eyes and sighed in irritation.

"Damn Mikel guy. This is all his fault."

After Draco had finished refining his teleportation skills, exhausted, he trudged up the his dormitory and fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep. When he woke up a few hours later, Draco felt a difference in his body. He no longer had any of the morning stiffness and disorientation that plagued humans. Instead, his muscles felt relaxed and light, his vision sharp and mind clear; he felt fully awake.

Getting out of bed easily without the usual half hour delay of 'just five more minutes...', Draco stood and looked around. The dormitory was empty. Glancing out the window, Draco judged by the light and the position of the sun that it was sometime around nine-thirty.

Then Draco realised that he hadn't been able to tell time just by looking at the sky before. Ah. He sat down and on his bed and tried to recall what powers Mikel had said vampires possessed.

... Tele ... telekinesis? Draco felt a rush of excitement at the possibilities. He scanned the dormitory for something suitable to test his powers on, and his eyes fell upon someone's discarded robe lying on the floor. Turning his attention to it, Draco focused and immediately felt something in his mind connect. Inexplicably, his fingers twitched in triumph. The robe suddenly jerked an inch off the floor and fell back a second later. Draco paused. He raised his hand experimentally. The robe moved with his arm, hovering in the air. Draco smirked. He played with it awhile longer, making it zoom around the room and twisting it into knots, then finally laying it to rest around where he had first sighted it. Now he wanted something bigger, something that would test the limits of his powers. He chose to focus on Crabbe's bed a few feet away. It was harder this time. He screwed up his eyes and focused all his power into it; he could feel it humming in his veins ... The bed seemed to shift; the tail end lifted slightly off the ground. Draco concentrated even harder, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth. If anyone were to have happened across, they would have thought that he was either suffering from violent constipation or else just a psycho freak who thought himself a very fertile hen. And then, at last, he sensed the click. Raising his arm slowly, Draco struggled to maintain the connection. The bed was heavy; he felt as though manacles had been attached to his wrist. Breathing heavily, Draco lowered the bed again and let it drop. It fell to the floor with a loud thump, and Draco heard a very faint 'What was that?' issue from the common room.

Draco rested for a few moments on his bed, recuperating. Vampirism wasn't easy. He felt strangely empty. Breakfast. He needed food.