You guys are awesome. Thanks for reviews, and favs, and hits, and c2s. I know in the last chapter I said I would update soon and I didn't and I feel bad about that. But now that it's summer hopefully I will have a chance to update faster.

This has nothing to do with this story at all but, yeah, I posted a new HP one-shot. It's called Out of the Closet and it's really random and weird so...yeah. Please go read and review.

Guess What? I'm holding the next chapter hostage until I get at least ten reviews for this chapter. Yes, I'm evil. But if you ever want to see chapter three...Just kidding! I'm to caught up in this story to try to purposefully prolong updates.

This chapter was supposed to be much, much longer but I wanted to update soon and I'm not sure about the next chapter yet. Don't worry, not all chapters will be this short. Leo won't be coming back for a long time -tears of sadness- but he will return. He is an important part of Harry's already traumatic past.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I can't think of anything creative or witty to say at the moment. Oh, and this chapter has violent ten-year-olds.

The song for this chapter is Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace. The lyrics fit Harry's current situation. And pretty much all the chapters are going to named after songs. And not all of them are going to be Three Days Grace songs, so no need to worry.

Chapter 2: Animal I Have Become

Somebody get me through this nightmare

I can't control myself

So what if you can see the darkest side of me

No one will ever change this animal I have become

-Three Days Grace

It only felt like I was out for a second when I woke up. I was hoping that I was still in my room, but I could feel hard ground under and smell wet grass and dirt. I didn't want to open my eyes because I was afraid I would see the red eyes and evil smile of Leo. I panicked as I remembered the way he slammed me against the tree with almost inhuman strength and the sharp, pointed fangs that peierced my neck. If that really happened I should be dead.

It had to be a dream, just a nightmare. I probably just passed out while walking through the park. I was not just attacked by a va-person. That's not possible. People don't have fangs and red eyes. I just passed out, I thought to myself. With sudden bravery, I opened my eyes.

Everything was foggy. I thought that maybe my glasses had fallen off, but when I touched my face I could feel them there. The only thing I could make out were the lights from the street lamps. I sat up and took them off. Maybe I just needed to wipe them off. When my glasses were gone, though, my vision returned back to normal.

Better than normal would be the correct way to describe it. It was still dark outside, but I could make out things far away and small details that should not be possible to see in the dark. I was confused. Vision just didn't suddenly improve over a few hours. Did this have something to do with what Leo did?

"No," I said out loud, "you imagined all of that in some bizarre dream." I forced myself to forget about Leo for a moment so I could deal with the matter at hand. How the heck was I supposed to get back into the house? Magic?

I got up from the ground and put my glasses in my pocket. I started walking towards Privet Drive once again. Even though I was positive Leo was a dream, I kept looking over my shoulder for any black shadows.

How was I supposed to get back into that stupid house? Could I find some way to pick the lock? Would the neighbors notice?

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a faint sound. I doubt I would have heard it if the park was not completly silent. It came from the direction of the trees on the side of the walkway. I stared at the trees for a moment before walking towards them. I knew I should be getting back to the house as soon as possible, but my curiosity got the best of me. Also, the sound drew me in and put in a slight trance.

Behind one of the oak trees, I man sat against the tree. He was wearing baggy, dirty clothes and he was clearly drunk. He kept mumbling something and drinking from a large bottle. He didn't seem to notice me. The noise was coming from him.

The sound kept me rooted in place. It was a constant, uneven thumping noise. It took me a second to realize I was hearing the man's heartbeat. The sound of his heart was almost hypnotizing.

The man jumped when he finally noticed me standing there. He let out a small yelp and looked up in panic.

"Who-who are you? What the hell are you doing, kid?" he stammered. He tried to hide the liquor bottle in his jacket. I didn't smell alcohol. My senses picked up a sent so strong my mouth was watering. I never smelled anything so delicious and overpowering. It was coming from this man.

I looked at his neck, where I could see his veins. The thought the thick blood going through his body made my throut feel dry. The man stared at me warily as he saw the hunger in my eyes.

"Why are starin at me like that?" He tried to clumsily stand up, but he was too slow. Before I knew what I was doing my hand shot out and held the man's neck in a vise-like grip. He tried to hit me, but I slammed him against the tree, hard . I held his neck with one hand and the other hand pushed against his shoulder. My eyes stared at the veins I could see clearly on his neck and I felt something point against my bottom lip. I looked up at the man's face and he was staring at me. I don't know what he saw there, maybe my sadistic anticipation, but he stared struggling more fiercely. I ignored him as I brought my mouth towards the man's neck and the smell become stronger. I felt saliva dripping down my chin as I opened my mouth.

"Red...red...eyes-AH!" My teeth pierced through the man's skin like a knife and I could hear him scream out in pain. A pain I experianced a while ago. I voice in the back of my head told be to stop, but my instincts told me to keep drinking the delicious liquid that was this man's blood. I never tasted anything so indescribably good and I was gulping it down so fast that I almost chocked. I felt his blood dripping down my clothes and covering my mouth. I couldn't make myself stop. Eventually the man's struggles and screaming died down.

I felt the man go limp in my arms when I suddenly realized what I was doing. I forced myself to rip my mouth away from his neck and I let go of him quickly. He fell to the ground with a thud. I could see the blood still pouring from a horrible wound on his neck and all the color was gone from his face. He was looking up into the sky with lifeless eyes.

No.No.No.No.No. He couldn't be dead. I couldn't have killed him. t wasn't possible. The panic started rising and my head was pounding. What do I do? I checked his pulse, hoping he was still alive and could get help. I didn't care what the Dursleys did. I could tell the police I found him like this.

I felt nothing. There was no pulse and no life left in him. My body started shaking and my head felt like it would explode.

What have I done?

Thankfully, my world went black once again.

I woke up with a start. I felt myself drenched in sweat and I was trembling slightly. I didn't want to open my eyes because I was afraid of what I might see. The bloody, morbid images of that man came rushing back. I didn't want to see that again, but I couldn't keep my eyes closed forever. When I opened them I was shocked to see that I was in my cramped bedroom under the stairs. Everything was exactly where I left it and the light was still on.

I let out a sigh of relief. It was all just a dream. I frightening and gruesome nightmare. I wasn't attacked by a red-eyed monster and I didn't kill a man. All the stress from being home alone was just getting to my head.

It was the most realistic dream I ever had though. The sound of the man's speeding heart still echoed in my head. The frightening thrill I got hearing his heartbeats end. I could still smell the delicious aroma of his blood pumping through his veins. My mouth was watering just thinking about the unbelievable taste of it...

"Stop it, Harry," I scolded myself. I was thinking like a murder and that scared me. It was all just a dream and I needed to forget about. The Dursleys would be back soon and then the house definitely wouldn't be empty and quiet. I wiped my hand across my face trying to get rid of the sweat, but I froze. The smell came back strong and some some new liquid was on my face.

I looked down at my trembling hand and screamed. It was covered in fresh blood. My clothes were stained dark red. My breathing picked up and I could hear my heartbeat thumping loudly in my ears.

"Oh god, no..."

Help me believe it's not the real me...

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. It took me forever to write...type. Poor Harry, he's commited murder. It makes me slightly dislike Leo. Slightly. And yet another cliffy.

First, for the next chapter...I've come across a little problem. I don't know what type of vampire to make Harry. I have three options and I want everyone's opinion before I decide. I've set up a poll so you can vote! The options are:

1) Harry can become all Twilight-ified and can hunt animals.

2) He can drink human blood, but not drink enough that the human will die.

3) He can kill humans because he has no other choice. Animals won't substain him.

This is just a question I wanted to ask and you can reply in a review or PM. In some vamp stories the vampires have special abilities (Twilight/Black Blood Brothers/Vampire Knights). Should Harry?

Next chapter will be out after I close the poll, which will be in about a week or less, depending on votes. Have a vamptastic (Blame NoMoreMarbles on YouTube for getting that stuck in my head) day!