FORGIVE ME FANFICTION READERS! I don't blame you if you're super mad at me. I haven't updated this in forever. I feel really bad. Bad Pureblood Status! It's just that I was having super writer's block and stuff was happening and-and…yeah. No excuses. Please don't flame me.

I made this a long chapter so I could try to earn back everyone's forgiveness. I'm sorry!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. No seriously, I don't. Why? Because I don't believe in killing off awesome characters. Like Fred and Sirius. Why, J.K. Rowling? Why?!

Sweet Sacrifice

Fear is only in our minds

Taking over all the time

Fear is only in our mind

But it's taking over all the time

-Evanescence

I looked at the blood covering my clothes and hands. I started hyperventilating and my vision started blurring. I sat there frozen as I tried and failed to convince myself that the blood wasn't real and that I didn't kill someone, but the memories of what happened only a few hours came back full force. The blood scent seemed to grow stronger every second. I doubled over and I felt like he was going to throw up. I looked around the small room and saw that there was blood on the sheets and on the door knob. It felt like my whole vision was going red.

"This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. There has to be some other explanation" I thought desperately, but I knew it was useless. All those terrifying and horrible things really happened. I was really attacked by a monster, a vampire, and I had really killed somebody. Time seemed to stand still as the realization sunk in. I stared at the wall uncomprehendingly as many emotions crushed me. My head was still throbbing and I grabbed it with my hands as I waited for the pain to go away.

After what felt like hours, I finally lifted my head up. I slid off the bed and rested my hand on the door knob. I still felt nauseated but I needed to do something, anything that could distract me from my whirlwind of emotions. I needed to clean myself and get out of these clothes. I still didn't even know how I got back home. What if the police found out what I had done? What about the Dursleys? I opened the door and rushed out of the room. Everything looked the same as it had been before. No bloody handprints or footprints anywhere. I still felt a little paranoid, though. I kept expecting to see glowing red eyes in the shadows or the lifeless body of that man. I tried my best to calm down and I headed for the stairs. I felt really strange. I was noticing the things I noticed earlier. Even though the house was almost pitch black I could still see as clearly as if the lights were on. When I finally got to the bathroom door I used a clean part of my shirt to open the door and turn on the lights.

The bathroom, like the rest of the house, was kept as spotless as possible by Aunt Petunia. The shower curtains and towels were pure white and the tub and sink were a sparkling white marble. I hesitated in the doorway for a minute. Everything was so clean in here and I didn't want to dirty it with the blood covering me. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. The mirror was directly in front of me. I kept my eyes to the ground as I slowly walked towards it. I was trying to prolong the moment for when I finally had to face my fear and find out what I had become. I got to the sink under the mirror and gripped the sides tightly, leaving stains on the clean surface. I took a deep breath and looked up.

My tight grip on the sink was the only thing keeping me from falling to my knees. The face in front of me scared me. It seemed so unfamiliar. My face was flawless, pale, and strangely beautiful. Blood was smeared on one side of my face, my chin and my neck. My jade green eyes shined. I leaned closer and touched the glass. The image seemed so surreal. I opened my face and looked at my teeth. They were all even and sparkling white. What really stood out, though, were the two sharp fangs at the top and bottom rows of my teeth.

I stared at them, fascinated and frightened at the same time. Then the same throbbing pain in my head returned and my legs started to shake. I fell to the ground. I wrapped my arms around my legs and buried my face in my arms. I could barely breathe. I was so confused and hurt. I couldn't comprehend what was happening.

"No…" I whispered painfully. My eyes filled with tears and my body started shaking with sobs. I sat on the ground crying until there were no more tears left to cry.

There was one more thing I needed to do before I truly accepted what I had become. I slowly raised my hand and put it over my heart to feel for a beat. There was none.

After I was finally able to lift myself off the bathroom floor I left the room in a trance. I went to the kitchen hallway closet and grabbed a pack of paper towels. I felt numb as I used the towels to wipe the blood off of my face and hands. The blood washed out into the sink and I made sure that no traces of it were left in the bathroom. I took off the bloody clothes and changed into a pair of clothes I found in the dirty clothes hamper. I grabbed my old clothes and paper towels and went downstairs. I would have to get rid of them. If my aunt and uncle found this they would die from shock. I looked around the kitchen trying to decide what to do. I suddenly remembered that Uncle Vernon had forgotten to fix the fire alarm before he left. I took a lighter out of one of the drawers and put all the clothes, used towels, and bed sheets in the sink. The smell of blood was still strong and I felt my…fangs extending. I quickly spent the next twenty minutes burning the clothes, sheets, and towels. When all they had was ashes left I washed them down the drain. Once that was done I went to work cleaning the blood off of my door knob. Soon there was no trace of what happened that night anywhere in the house, except for everything I remembered and would never forget.

I went to my room under the stairs. I fell to the bed weakly and covered my eyes with my arm. I knew sleep was impossible so I just sat there as bloody images and thoughts filled my mind. I felt so empty, like the guilt hadn't really caught up with me like the fear had. I didn't know when that fear would ever go away.

After many went by I saw a faint light coming from under my door. Morning had finally come, but I didn't know what to do. In vampire myths sunlight is supposed to be dangerous. If I stepped out of my room would the sun turn me to dust? I finally got the courage to go out. I opened the door slowly and stuck my hand out the door. Nothing happened so I decided it was safe to step out. Most of the light was coming from the large window in the living room. The windows were covered by thick white curtains with beautiful designs printed across them. I walked up to them and grabbed the edges. I hesitated for a moment before I quickly pulled the curtains open.

As soon as they were pulled aside and the light hit my eyes I dropped to the ground in pain. My eyes were burning and I had to cover them with one of my hands. I reached out blindly with the other hand for the curtains and roughly pulled them closed. I slowly moved my hand away from my face. My eyes still throbbed with pain but I wasn't dust. Okay, so that was one myth that was untrue. I wish I could have found out a less painful way. I got up from the ground and went into the kitchen to close the windows in there.

As I went back into the living room I thought about all the things I knew about vampires from T.V. and books. There was a lot to think about. Apparently sunlight doesn't kill vampires, but it causes a lot of pain in the eyes. And it was obvious that vampires drank blood, like the way that damn Leo drank all of mine.

I balled up my fist as I felt a sudden overwhelming anger over take me. If I ever met that cursed vampire again I would tear him to shreds. He kept talking about some Ministry and how it was my fault his kind was killed. What right did he have to turn me into some blood-sucking monster? I felt my fangs extending again and something sharp cutting into my palm. I looked down, surprised, and saw that my fingers and nails had extended into razor-sharp claws. Horror replaced my anger and as soon as that happened the claws slowly retracted. If my heart was still beating it probably would have been going like crazy at that moment.

I was a little surprised to see that the wounds the claws had caused on my hand were already gone. Did I have super healing or something? I went into the kitchen and got a knife from the drawers. I pressed the edge to my wrist but I was still so nervous that my hand was shaking. If I could survive having all the blood drained out my body I could survive this, right? I finally pressed the edge into my wrist. There was no pain so I pulled it out. No blood came from the wound and it healed within seconds. If weapons and the sun couldn't hurt me what could? Would I really walk the rest of the earth for eternity, alone? Survive by drinking the blood of innocent people?

No. There had to be something. I looked towards the kitchen cabinet were Aunt Petunia kept the garlic.

A week went by and I found out that a lot of vampire myths weren't true. As far as I knew I couldn't turn into a bat. The sun couldn't kill me, but it was really painful for my eyes. Garlic did not hurt me, but its smell was so overwhelming that I had to throw it all away. Silver hurt slightly, but it was a dull sting that went away quickly. Crosses, on the other hand, did hurt. It didn't burn my skin off, but it hurt a lot. Lucky for me the Dursleys weren't very religious people and only had one cross in the entire house. I wondered if a stake through the heart is what really kills vampires.

Even though I couldn't find any weakness I found that my senses were heightened. My glasses were practically useless now. I could see colors and details my old eyesight could never have picked up. My hearing was so excellent that I could pick up conversations going on in the houses next door. I found out things about my neighbors that I really wish I didn't know. My sense of smell was probably the strongest. I didn't want to think about why that was.

I spent most daylight hours in my room. I didn't want to sleep during the day but I felt so much more awake during the night. I would open the living room window and watch the moon high in the sky or the stars shining brightly. I wanted to leave the house so badly, but then I remembered what happened the last time I really wanted to get out of the house and what had been the consequence of that.

Something else had me really worried, though. Vampires needed blood. I could still eat food but it was flavorless and I found that I could go without it. I still remembered the strong thirst I had after Leo had changed me. As another week went by I felt that thirst become stronger. My throat went painfully dry and my fangs throbbed. The Dursleys would be back in a week. I was afraid of what would happen if they returned and I was still this thirsty. I couldn't say that I loved the Dursleys but I didn't want to live with their deaths on my conscience. Could I really hurt another innocent person to protect the Dursleys? And what would I do once the Dursleys did return?

As the Dursley's returned date slowly got closer I made a decision. I waited until night had fallen and I went to the front door. I extended one of my claws and used it to pick the lock on the door. Once the door was unlocked I opened it and slipped outside. As soon as I was outside my senses went on the alert. A thousand sounds and smells hit me and I had to wait in the doorway as I tried to adjust to everything. Once I did I closed the door and went into the front yard. I knew no one was watching me. I could hear the rhythmical breathing coming from the houses that told me everyone was sleeping. I looked down the street as I tried to decide where to go. Finally I decided to go to the park. I took off running down the street. I knew that reflexes had become faster, but the speed that I was running at amazed me.

I arrived at the park in a matter of minutes. As I walked down the lamp lit sidewalk, I couldn't help but feel a little frightened. I kept looking behind my back and expected to see a shadow silently following me. This was the place of the most painful experience of my life and it was stupid of me to come here of all places. I didn't know what but something drew me to this place. Maybe it was because of what I was about to do and this place just reminded me how inhuman I was.

I stopped as I heard the sound I had been waiting for. The hypnotizing sound of someone's heartbeat and the smell of blood drew me in once again. I could feel another presence coming towards. I swiftly hid behind one of the trees as they got closer. A few minutes went by and then someone came stumbling along the path. The stench of alcohol hit my nose. The man coming down the path looked to be around his twenties and he was obviously drunk. I waited until he was closer before I stepped out from behind the tree. I walked right into his path and he stopped in his tracks. I had moved so that he was confused as to where I had come from.

"Hey, kid. What-what are you doing out here by yourself?" I just stared blankly at the man as he asked the question. My thirst was become stronger and I had to get control of myself if this was going to work. I smiled innocently at the man, showing my straight white teeth. I saw a flicker of fear pass across the man's face.

"You shouldn't be out here, sir. There was a recent murder in this park," I said. The man looked at me strangely before shrugging.

"I'm close to home anyway. Got nothing to worry about."

"You have a lot to worry about," I told him. I caught the man's gaze and held it. A glassy look covered his face and he didn't seem to know where he was. In the blink of an eye I pulled him into the shadows. He still seemed to be in a daze even when my fangs dug into his neck. I could hear his heartbeat quickening and I felt my self control slipping as tried to drink more. Suddenly an image of that man I killed flashed through my mind. I panicked and forced myself to stop drinking. The man fell to his knees. He was still alive and I didn't take enough blood that would cause him harm. I knelt down and looked into his eyes.

"You're going to forget everything that happened tonight," I said. The man just nodded. I pulled a rag out of my pocket and wiped the blood off his neck. The two holes on his neck were barely noticeable and the man would probably think it was a bug bite. If the man did remember anything he would think it was a dream. I put my hand on his head.

"You won't remember anything," I repeated, a strange power entering my voice. The man stared blindly ahead.

"I won't remember anything," he said. His voice trailed off and then he slumped to the ground unconscious. I used my new strength to pick up the man and laid him on a park bench. I turned my back to him and walked out of the park, looking for my next victim.

I wasn't thirsty when the Dursleys finally returned. I drank from two other people that night before the thirst left. I made sure I didn't drink a harmful amount of blood and as long as their heart was still beating and all the blood wasn't drained out of their bodies they wouldn't turn into a vampire. I still felt horrible about it, though. No matter how I looked at it those people were my prey.

I didn't need vampire hearing to know when the Uncle Vernon's car pulled into the driveway. I was still in my room when they came into the house. Dudley was whining didn't want to leave the beach and how hungry he was. Aunt Petunia was trying to reassure him and Uncle Vernon was complaining about how I probably broke something. I heard him stomp to my door and pounded his fist against it.

"COME OUT HERE, BOY!" he yelled. I flinched at the volume of his voice. I could smell their scent, but it wasn't as strong as it could be and the thirst wasn't there. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Uncle Vernon's bulky figure stood in front of me and his face was a shade of maroon. As soon as he saw me, though, he paled. Aunt Petunia gasped and Dudley had a look of shock on his chubby face. I didn't look like the same boy they left here a month ago. My face was flawless and my pale skin had an eerie glow to it. My glasses were gone and I stared Uncle Vernon straight in the eyes. I could feel that my presence scared them.

"What happened to you?" whispered Aunt Petunia. I saw her clutch Dudley's arm in a vice-like grip.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied easily. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon shared a look that I didn't understand. They knew something and weren't telling me.

"Go back to your room," muttered Uncle Vernon. He pushed me into the room and locked the door. I heard him and Aunt Petunia rush up the stairs as Dudley just stood there. I ignored him and listened to what his parents were saying. I heard Uncle Vernon slam his door shut.

"It's happening now isn't it? He's turning into a…" said Uncle Vernon.

"Don't say that word, Vernon," said Aunt Petunia in a harsh voice. Uncle Vernon's loud footsteps told me that he had started pacing.

"But I thought it wasn't until he was eleven. Isn't that when it happened to your sister?"

"My sister was a freak. Don't expect to know anything about her kind or that awful man she married."

"Well, did her appearance change when it happened?"

"No. Same as ever," replied Aunt Petunia curtly. It was obvious she didn't want to continue the conversation. Uncle Vernon, on the other hand, seemed to become even more panicked.

"Well, what do we do?! Something strange happened to that boy and I'm not going to let it affect-"

"Calm down, Vernon. A letter came to Lily and nothing came in the mail for the boy. This might just be some phase. You know the type his father was. He was born one of them. Let's just avoid the boy and keep Dudley away from him," Aunt Petunia said coldly.

I heard Aunt Petunia walk out her room and after a minute Uncle Vernon followed. As they acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary I sat on my bed confused. What were they talking about? Did they know something about what I was? They kept talking about my parent's kind and something that's supposed to happen to me when I'm eleven. Were my parents vampires, too? Was I born to become one? I had so many questions I wanted to ask Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, but I knew they wouldn't answer. Anytime I tried to ask them about my parents before they avoided my questions. The most important question I wanted an answer to had been bothering me for weeks, though.

If vampires were real, what other mythical creatures existed?

You poor, sweet, innocent thing…

Chapter four is complete. I really liked this chapter. I need to get my hands on the first Harry Potter book to help me with the next chapter. It starts off where the first Harry Potter book starts, Dudley's birthday.

Again, I'm sorry for the lateness of this chapter.