Hello. So, you guys asked, now this shall be multichaptered. And, yes, that is a word. So prepare yourself for the journey into the inner working of my mind.
I am listening to: Unbroken by Demi Lovato
'I'm gonna love you like I've never been broken.
I'm gonna say it like it's never been spoken.
Tonight, tonight I'm letting go, go, go, go.
I'm gonna give it like it's never been taken.
I'm gonna fall like I don't need saving.
Tonight, tonight I'm letting go, go, go, go.'
Don't own Harry Potter.
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Her quiet laugh filled his head at every turn. Her red eyes seemed to peer at him from no where. He spotted her white hair more than once but every time it just turned out to be a Malfoy.
Her name floated back in his mind, again. Lena Baker. Could she be the same girl who died in 1898? That wasn't possible! Was it?
He decided to call Hermione.
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"I'm here George!" she called as she stepped out of fireplace in George's flat.
"Thank Merlin. I really need your help." George called from the kitchen.
"If you set your stove on fire again, I'm leaving." Hermione said.
"Your assumptions wound me." George said as he walked into the living room, "I need your help."
"You said that already." Hermione replied while tapping her foot.
"Have you ever heard of Lena Baker?" he questioned as he sat down on his couch.
"Of course I have!" Hermione exclaimed while watching George as if he were crazy, "She is the first made daughter of Drano."
"And who is Drano?" George asked, as he leaned back.
"Oh, honestly, George! Drano was the first vampire! He was said to have been cursed by a witch into something inhuman and dark. For about 600 years he went around killing muggles until he met Lena. It is said that Lena convinced him to make her a vampire too. Why do you ask?" Hermione responded.
"No reason. What happens if Lena knows who you are?" he fidgeted slightly.
"Well, I would speculate that you would be her next victim. Either that or someone told her to find out things about you. Did you know that vampires can speak to the dead?" Hermione's eyes lit up when he shook his head. "It's apparently a back fire of the curse. They can speak and translate for the dead."
"Has anyone ever escaped being a vampire's prey?" George asked.
"No. Vampires are quite driven creatures. Once they have their eyes set on you, your as good as dead. Or undead…"
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George was surrounded by darkness. Everywhere he turned black was in front of him.
"You mustn't search for what isn't there." A voice echoed through out the darkness.
George spun around to see Lena standing roughly 10 yards from him.
"You shall not search for what is there." She said forcefully and suddenly she was in his face.
"Why do you know who I am? Do you plan on killing me?" he questioned her. Her blood red eyes flashed with annoyance.
"Idiot boy." She snarled in anger. "Vampires cannot kill wizards! Besides I do this as a favor for the Ginger One."
"The Ginger One?" he asked skeptically.
"It is what he wishes I call him. I have a debt in my immortal life for him. He saved it, though now I seem to be backing out of the wish to live." She muttered the last part to herself.
"So this Ginger character wants me to be hunted by a homicidal vampire with anger issues? Remind me to send him a Christmas card." George drawled at the petite girl.
"Do not assume what you do not understand!" she said sharply.
"Enlighten me then." George snarled at the vampire.
"Fine then!" she snapped. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her.
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It was a cloudy day. A girl of seventeen years was walking along the path to the village she lived in. Her flowing brown hair and hard dark eyes made her seem even more beautiful.
She stopped and turned right outside the village. "I know you are there, Drano, and you do not scare me." Her voice was none other than a monotone.
"I send chills down grown men's spines and you just stand there. What is it that you want?" a deep voice said. True to his word, George felt a shiver envelope his body.
"I want what you have, of course." Her rosy red lips curled into a cruel smile. "And I intend to get it."
"You seek power? You? A mere child! I laugh at the thought." The voice spat, still not coming out of its hiding space.
"I know your secrets." The girl hissed, her eyes becoming cold and harsh. "All of them. I listen to the foolish men who talk. You attack at night. What are you? Afraid of the big bad sun, Drano? I laugh at your stupidity!" Cold laughter flowed out of the girl's mouth. "Does anyone else know that you have to drink a mixture of bovine and mortal blood to survive? Does anyone else know that to die you have to bit by a werewolf? What about that you cannot hurt a wizard?"
"How do you know these things?" the deep voice seemed to rise an octave in either fright or anger.
"I listen. And you better listen to me. Come down here. Now." The girl's cold voice was almost, evil, sounding.
"A child will not order me around!" the deep voice bellowed.
"I didn't want to do this…" she trailed off as she pulled out what looked like a mirror. George eyes widened in realization of what she would do. Just as he expected, the girl tilted the mirror until it reflected the sun. She aimed it precisely at a spot in the trees and a man fell to the ground.
"Well, well, well. Look who came for a visit!" she drawled. "And already bowing at my feet!" she once again laughed coldly as the man twisted in pain.
"You are a sick child!" he roared as he regained his footing.
"I prefer enforcer, actually." She smirked at the man.
"What do you seek?" the man eyed her warily.
"I want to be immortal of course! With my help you can rule, command, demand! With my help you could curse that befuddled witch's whole family!" Lena smiled knowingly.
"And what would you get out of it?" Drano questioned the petite girl.
With a strange glint in her eyes, she answered, "Maybe I just want to see people in pain."
"I think we have a deal." He replied.
Slowly, as if frozen with fear, George watched as the man's teeth got closer and closer to the girl's neck. Just as his teeth were about to sink into her neck George woke up.
At first he looked around for Lena or the man but found no one.
The only thing he heard was the cold, cruel laughter and one phrase that would haunt him for weeks.
"You mustn't search for what isn't there, Georgie."
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How was it? I hope it was good!
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