A/N: Well this is the second and last chapter of the prolouge!!! I can finally start the actual story!!! (Pretends she hears applause and cheers out in her imaginary crowd.) Thank you Thank You!!!! You are to kind!!! (I'm a nutter I know!!!) I swear the rest of this stories chapters are going to be way!!!!!!! longer than this!!! I'm hoping atleast 2,000 to 5,000 words each! So please bare with me!!! I'm in the school band, and soon to join student council, and this thing called Math and science Club, and I'ma have a bunch of homework and such cause of my pre-ap classes. The woes of a freshman. I know. But I'ma try to actually go through with this story!.

J.K Rowling is totally responsible for the characters and the basis of the mystical creatures. The plot is completely mine!

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I can't escape myself

So many I've lied

But there's still rage inside

Somebody get me through this nightmare

I can't control myself

I try to contain myself. But I NEED it. I CRAVE it. I need to TASTE it I need to drain them of it. They don't need it as much as I do. I need it more than them. They don't deserve that wonderful, crimson delicacy. They are just mortal fools! I am more intelligent than them! I have more self control than them! I can out smart them in anyway!

Then why am I letting this urge over power me?

ENOUGH! These are thoughts of the weak! And my family does not know this word!

I prowl the skies at night looking for my next meal. This curse has brought me only the powers of them so I can prey both during daylight and sundown. But the day is no longer a friend, but a foe. But just another judge of what has come of me.

People feared me for my powerful name. I was once all high and mighty even when I hadn't inherited my family's fortune. But now I can not look anyone in the eye for then they will be mesmerized and a victim of this Dragon. Now I cannot comfort mother for her loss I can only send my condolences for I wish to not crave my own mother's blood, not the blood that created me. Not the blood of the only parent, and person who's ever truly loved me. The only exception would be… of her

But those days are gone now. I can never be loved by another with this "gift", as that shebeast called it, that haunts my every move.

I don't wish to be this way. I don't want to suck the blood out of wizards and innocents. I only wished to be normal. Now that Father was dead I was free to do as I wished. I could at last be the real me and not what my father created but then the unpredictable hit and now I am cursed to live with this urge to kill for blood. I will find a way out of this. Even if that way means for me to end my own life.

I will get out of this menacing curse. She cannot be satisfied by this. I refuse to let her win. She had no right to give it to me. I have never hated another, not even my father, but I can say with all my cold heart. I hate her. And she will get what comes to her.

Death does not scare me. I want it to come as most other Slytherins do. I hate being this. I hate this ANIMAL I have become! I haven't been the BEST person but did I really deserve this?! I did not cause this! This wasn't supposed to happen! I was supposed to get a wife of WHATEVER blood they were! We were supposed to be HAPPY and have kids!

Then she came. She gave this to me, she made me this beast! She had no right! It was my life not hers! Now the only thing preventing me from ending this life (and I use the term loosely) is knowing that one day I'll find her. And she'll pay for giving me this curse. And then and only then will I be able to die in peace.

Not only did she take my life she took hers.

I can't stand this torture anymore!

"Mother I'm going out." Said the sexy Slytherin as he grabbed his cloak on the way out the door.

"Where are you go-" A distraught, regularly gorgeous woman, asked as her son walked out the door. She was sincerely scared for him. He was never out during the day anymore. He used to love being outdoors on his broom half the day! Now he only leaves his room during the night and wore only black. Was it his father's death? No it couldn't. My son utterly hated her husband. And who could blame him really? All my platinum blond husband ever did to my son was push him to his limit and when his son didn't meet his standards he'd get the Cruciatus Curse.

But then again death does do things to you.

I feel bad doing that to mother but I can't look at a living person right now. I'd be too tempted to-. No! I won't even allow myself to think of such things!

But I do need to get my energy back. I am feeling a bit at a loss. But whom to get this life essence from? That is what I need to consider now. Oh another pro about this curse is the strength and super natural abilities I get. I can leap farther; I can glide through the air with the right cloak. I can also hypnotize someone by just looking at them.

Awe. The perfect dark wizard to murder.

The Bulstrodes.

It's about time they get a taste of their own malice. I'm not trying to be a Robin Hood, but if a life has to be taken this lune let it be of one who has done this world no good. And if the man of the household just happened to be a troll towards me, well, that's just a special bonus.

"Hello. Mr. Bulstrode."

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