A/N: Ah, yes.

Can't you just SMELL it?

Smell what you ask?

Why, the sent of a disclaimer of course!

-laughs at own retarted joke-

-looks around-

-laughs nervously-

-mutters- Tough Fans...

Anywho!

Disclaimer!

No ownership over Sirius Black, Remus Lupin (though he's not in this chapter), Lily (as of the point in the story) Evans, or James Potter

Mia, I'm sorry if you seem lame or whatever in this chapter, but, I don't care. You have actual emotions, so I shall use them in my Plot o' Doom. No, you're not weak at the end. Not really...


Chapter Three: Demons Called Upon

I laened against the door, holding my towel up with one hand, and placing the back of the other to my forehead. That did not just happen. There is no possible way. I pressed my hand harder against my head, thourghouly convinced that I had been running a fever.

Groaning, I walked away from them door, humming the song I'd been singing in the shower. As I began pulling on my night shirt, getting ready to go to dinner downstairs, I froze.

Did he...hear me?

My eyes widened.

"God..." I pulled on the shirt and glared at the towel on the floor. "Yeah, thanks for your help." I stomped on it several times, getting really angry for the towels total lack of the ability to let me know when Sirius was coming in my room.

All thought and movement seemed to freeze.

Sirius?

I exhaled slowly.

Sirius? Since when do I call him that?

My mind drifted off to when we had agreed to call each other by our first names. But, when he hadn't been able to protect me from the Vampires, I closed myself off from him. It's not like I meant to, but, everytime I would open up even a little, that thought would come in my head, and I would be afraid of him failing me again.

As I sat down on the bed, I noticed the corner of what seemed to be a dark green book. I took it, and wiped off a thick layer of dust off the cover to read the words, 'The Honourable and Brave House of Potter' in big curly golden letters. I opened it slowly and saw a small, antique painting of a man with messy black hair and light eyes. His arm was wrapped around a thin blonde woman with galsses. He winked at the blonde. She was swaying on the spot, smiling. Then, in bold words, came 'Joesph and Emilee Potter' soon three children ran in, all looking idwentical. 'Courtney, Bethany, and Brittany Potter. I turned to the very back to see a Picture of a black-haired woman, a brunette man, and a familiar face. 'Robert, Lucy, and James Potter.'

I sighed as I closed it. I felt a slight tear run down my cheek, but wiped it away quickly. I imagined me, my younger brother Ozzy, my mom, and my dad, all standing in a picture just like the one's that I had just seen. I pictured my friends that I would most likely never see again. Angele, Angi, Daniella, Sophie... When each of their faces came into my head, I glared harder at the vast emptiness of my eyelids, refusing to open then, lest tears leak out.

I heard a knock on the door and inhaled shakily. "Come in." When the door didn't open, I raised my voice. "Come IN!"

The door opened slowly and a red head popped up slowly, and round, emerald eyes looked up at me. "Maria?"

I exhaled happily and ran to her, crushing all air out of her lungs. "Evans! Thank God!"

I felt her awkwardly pat my back. "What?"

I grinned as I pulled away from her. "I just haven't seen anyone besisdes Black for so..." I sniffed the air, smelling something copppery, sweet, and spicy. Blood. Again I sniffed the air. And again. And again. The trail was bringing me down to Evans' finger.I grabbed her hand, she pulled back slightly and I snarled, yanking it back. I carefully examined each of her fingers until I came to her thumb. I looked at it with searching eyes, feeling a swelling hunger in my belly. Not those romance novel hungers. A hunger that said, 'Food. Now.' There was a long cut on her finger. Glancing down at her other side I saw a book. Paper-cut.

With my free hand, I traced her cut with my pointer finger. I looked at my finger, watching the scarlet run down it to the base, then spread as I cut my palm, causing it to fall down my arm.

I slowly licked a small part of my palm, hissing from the pain of my salty tongue touching the cut and closing my eyes from the pleasure the blood sent through me.

I dropped Evans' hand and was vaguely aware of the fact that she'd run off crying, "James! Sirius! James and Sirius! Come up here!"

My licks became more frantic as my pulse quickened. I moaned and eventually tired from licking up the blood, as the wound began to stop leaking the wonderful liquid, I opened my mouth to plunge my fangs into my palm when I was tackled to the ground.

Hissing loudly, I kicked my legs, trying to throw the person who was ontop of me off. I heard voices say, "Freeze her!"

"I can't!"

"DO IT!"

Finally a voice yelled, "Immobulous!"

I felt all the muscles in my body freeze up. All I could do was make low growling sounds that weren't very threatining.

Soon, the effects of the spell wore off and I felt my heart speed up again. In a madened rage, I charged the person nearest me and scratched every inch of them I could reach. I heard them crying and smiled, picking my hands up, I saw blood on my fingers. Smiling, I brought them to my lips.

"STUPEFY!"

I felt my senses sway and my heart rate slow, and an image came into my head. I saw a picture of Sirius--Black-- with deeps scratches and blood trickleing out of his mouth. I'd hurt him. In my rampage, I'd hurt the person who had sheltered me, and cared for me like I wasn't going to pounce and kill him. More than anything, all I wanted, was to be home. Home away from all this. To where my friends could comfort me. That was all that I wanted.

"...Sirius..." He raised an eyebrow, his face cinging in pain. "H...Home...please..."