So this is chapter two… I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own only the plot and characters I make up, everything else probably either belongs to J.K. Rowling or Stephenie Meyer or other crazy people in the world (that aren't me).
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Ana's POV
His eyes swam in my mind in the moments before my eyes opened. I knew I'd visited him with my family years ago, but... there was something in my subconscious telling me- no, insisting- his eyes were not the auburn they appeared. But he was a vampire. I knew that. When he was human, whenever that was, his eyes had obviously not been the strange changing pigment as now.
With those thoughts, I realized I was indeed awake and no longer asleep as I had been for who knows how long! Maybe I had died, and I was about to open my eyes to heaven! But no... I didn't feel any different. Heaven- or Hell, for that matter- would certainly feel much different than this.
I felt exhausted still, and I felt the pain dancing in my head, living for what it was worth, the long awaited headache. How frustrating.
I slowly opened my eyes and instantly regretted it when I was greeted by the bright morning sunlight streaming through some evil window. Now who was the vampire? I thought dully to myself and smiled faintly, before I realized the gravity of my situation.
I was disoriented and in unfamiliar territory with at least three vampires who may or may not want to kill me. And my father was dead. If you want to stay sane, you should stop bringing it up! My subconscious yelled at me defiantly as I felt a pang of remorse attack my head and heart.
Back to the vampires- who want to kill you! Mymind reminded. Right. But if they wanted to kill me why am I laying on a plush mattress?
More carefully this time, I peeked my eyes open and slowly sat up. The light was still as vicious as before, and the daggers in my head were painful, but at least I was alive.
Alive. Unlike the rest of the inhabitants of the house. Right, what was the situation on that anyway? I'd only ever read about this kind of vampire. They were more powerful and much more dangerous than the average wizarding world vampires.
Speaking of, when I turned my head to inspect the room I almost fell off the bed at the sight of him sitting in the corner, reading a book. He wasn't looking at me, but I could see his curly blonde hair, and I knew if he were to look at me his fake gold eyes would greet my own green ones.
"Ah, you're awake." He started, not looking up from his book.
I merely stared at him for a moment, not unused to this kind of thing happening. The kids at school used to randomly pop out of hiding and try to kill me. But that's in the past, and this vampire didn't seem to have intentions of killing me.
"And you've mastered the art of chameleon-ism." I quipped back, the adrenaline fueling my fight or flight instincts. And snide comments, apparently.
He glanced up at me a smirk on his lips. "Oh I was born with chameleon abilities," was his 'wise' comeback. Maybe it was just me, but I found it a bit unoriginal.
"Nobody is born with superpowers." I muttered. I wasn't trying to start a fight or anything with the vampire, but he seemed much less threatening than the ones I was used to, which was disconcerting; I didn't want a false sense of security, it could get me killed...
Back to the point; I didn't mean to argue at all. In fact, I wanted to strike up a civil conversation and get these vampires to help me like my father- flinch- told me to. I tried desperately not to let my emotions get the best of me as I thought of my father.
He was dead, he couldn't come back. I had to face the facts... even if it was soon after he... passed.
The vampire- who I knew from years previous, but couldn't remember the name of- smiled discreetly before standing up and walking to the edge of the bed I had been lying on. As he sat on the mattress, he turned his eyes to me, suddenly serious; all business.
"Ana, I know you probably don't want to think about, but I need you to tell me how your dad died." He insisted in an urgent tone. I winced and shook my head.
"How do I know I can trust you? I don't even know your name!" I countered. Well, at least, I couldn't remember it. I suppose I did know it at one point, though.
"I know you remember me... at least, you recognize me, right?" He asked, still sure of himself.
"Sure I remember you, but-" I rushed to get out my explanation. I wasn't surprised to find he cut me off.
"Then what's the big deal. We're wasting time!" The urgency in his eyes was gleaming. I just couldn't figure out why he needed to know as badly as he insisted... "Tell me what happened, Ana."
Suddenly- or I guess I should say finally, since I hadn't remembered until that point and I should've in the start- I remembered his name. Once I knew, I wondered how I could have forgotten.
"Oh my..." I faltered for a moment, my head spinning. "You're Jack! You were best friends with my dad!" Flinch. Dead dad... I started putting it all together. I'd seen pictures of him before, in my father's office before... And he'd always told me stories of all the crazy things they'd done together! They and a couple other kids were the talk of the town back when they were all in the same city...
Lost in my memories of someone telling of memories they got lost it, I forgot I was talking to- in real life- Jack. He was smiling smugly, but it didn't dispel all the anxieties swimming in his eyes. "Finally you remember..." He muttered, but I knew he wanted me to hear it, because if he hadn't wanted me to, he would've said it quieter. After all, he is a vampire!
Wait...
Vampire?
Vampire!?
Rewind!
"Wait, wait, wait! You're a vampire?! All these years and you're a vampire! Why did he send me here?" I thought aloud, fear and anger overrunning all my nostalgic feelings toward Jack. Why- oh why!- would my father send me to a place where I could die? Who knows ... My earlier thoughts came back to me, a semi nice point of reminder: If he wanted you dead, you would be already.
Hmmm...
"Yes, I'm a vampire. You're father sent you here because I'm his last connection left in this time who can help you stay safe in any way." Jack explained quickly, but not so fast I didn't catch it all.
"What do you mean?" I asked quickly. "How-"
"We don't have time for that! You could be in grave danger right now! How did your father die? I need to know now! It may already be too late!" Jack hissed at me sickeningly honest.
"He was at my cousins... in the kitchen..."
Jack looked distractedly out the large glass window. He looked back at me, urgency screaming at me through his oddly pigmented eyes. "Was it a Death Eater? That's the most important detail."
"No... But, uh... his brother may or may not be the-" I was cut off by four loud pops coming from outside the house. Moments later there was a loud crash as a window was smashed through.
"Where is she?" I heard a gruff man's voice call loudly.
"They're looking for you." Jack said quickly, picking my bag up off the ground where I didn't know it had been sitting. Then he handed me my wand. "Can you do side along apparating?" He questioned, glancing apprehensively at the bedroom door. I nodded fervently and before I knew it, his hand was on my forearm and I was swishing my wand.
Just like that we were standing on a landing at the top of the Eiffel tower in Paris, France. It was night here ugh, jet lag-to-be. Jack seemed disoriented and amazed, but I had gone on trips to the tower many a time not to mention I'd long since been accustomed to the nausea of apparating.
"Why are they chasing me?" I hissed at Jack. He was glancing around rapidly. "Hey, we're in a safe spot, I lived in Paris as a kid and we frequented this tower. I practically lived up here; the cameras don't see this spot. Now answer me!" I told him in hushed tones, pleading near the end.
"You don't know?" Jack seemed appalled, which only made me blush.
"My father never told me why people started targeting me. It's been happening for years though..." I admitted, looking down momentarily.
Jack glanced around again and cursed under his breath, just quiet enough for me not to hear. "What?" I asked, stress starting to gnaw at my stomach.
"There are guards coming... we have to hurry and get out, do you know any other places?" Jack asked, putting his hand back on my arm. I sorted through my memories quickly for a place.
With a final thought I stuck out my wand and willed Jack and I to the destination of my choosing, and we were gone just after the door to the room we were standing in was flung open and the eyes of security found us.
In the next moment we were standing in the dark field of the graveyard I visited every January seventh and May second. The gravestones in front of me made me want to hurl due to recent events, but I swallowed my feelings and looked to Jack.
"What now?" I asked completely emotionless. If I let my emotions show, I could be putting myself in danger. I would feel when I was old and had no cares.
Jack pulled his arm away from me and put it in his pocket. "I think we're okay, just let me see your wand." He responded, holding his hand out. I frowned.
"Why?" I wasn't going to let him take it then kill me or anything!
"They have tracking devices on them for the ministry to monitor you. If that's how they're tracking you, I need to take it off before they can find us again." Jack quickly explained making sure I understood before taking it out of my left hand, where it rested in a familiar position. He proceeded to inspect the stick before snapping off a small bump.
"Be right back." He said looking me in the eye and handing me my backpack, before running to- I don't know where, leaving me alone in the graveyard at the middle of the night, with only the graves of the dead at my feet to comfort me on this horrific day of my life.
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-Lamb :D