A/N: Hello everyone, once again! As I promised, here is the revised second chapter! Not as dramatic as the first chapter, but I was and am watching a hilarious minecraft series over the Walking Dead and it mellowed out my mood, so no angsty goodness in this one. The next chapter should be a good one, I've been revising it in my mind for weeks now. Anyways! I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to leave a review; whether it be a suggestion, a positive comment or a negative comment, anything and everything helps!

As I said before I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters except her, and I don't own Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace.

I can't escape myself

So many times 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 craveit. 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, I deserve it. They don't deserve that wonderful, crimson delicacy. They are just mortals! I am more intelligent than them! I have more self-control than them! I can outsmart them in all ways! I am superior to them in every way!

…

Then why am I letting this urge over power me? Why am I letting this thing take over my thoughts?

Enough! These thoughts are not worth my precious time.

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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, shedidn't expect that. The day is no longer a friend though; it's just another one of my foes. All it does is judge me and what I have become.

People feared me for my powerful name. I was once high and mighty, even before I had inherited my family's fortune. Now, however, I can't look anyone in the eye. The moment they gaze upon my eyes they will be mesmerized and become a victim of this Dragon. This damn curse now prevents me from comforting my mother from her loss; I can only send my condolences. I don't want to mesmerize her; I don't want to crave my own mother's blood. Not the blood of the only parent and person who has ever, truly, ever loved me. The only exception would be... her.

No. Those days are over now. I can never be loved by another, with this "gift". That's what that she beast called it. The "gift" that haunts my every move.

I don't want this. I don't want to be what she created. I only wanted to be normal. Now that father is dead, I was supposed to be free to do and believe whatever I wanted. I could finally be the real me, not what father wanted. Then this happened. Now I am cursed to live with the urge to kill for blood.

I will get through this. I will find a way out of this, even if it means that I have to end my life, or whatever medium I'm in.

This menacing curse... No. I won't let her win. I won't give her the satisfaction of my death. She had no right. She shouldn't have given this to me. I might have deserved this, but I was changing. I was going to be a new person...

I have never hated anyone, not even my father, but I can say with all my cold, still heart, that I hate her. I HATE her. I abhor her. No, there isn't a word that can sufficiently describe the malice I have towards her.

However, death doesn't scare me. I embrace it. I want it, as most other Slytherins do. Our lives as purebloods breed us to harness hatred towards the world, our own kinds, and we lash out on those we are told to hate. This is different, though. 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 didn't make this happen.

This wasn't supposed to happen! I was going to have a wife, whatever blood they happened to be. We were going to be happy and have kids. Things were going to be normal at long last. No more commands from a weird serpent looking being, commanding me to kill without reason. That life was going to be behind me.

Then she came. She gave this to me, she made me this beast! She had no right to do this to me! It was my life! Not hers! Now the only thing preventing me from ending this disgrace of a life, is knowing that one day I will find her and I will make her pay for doing this to me. Then and only then will I be able to die in peace.

She should have known that by taking my life, she was taking her own.

URRRGGGHHH! I can't stand this torture anymore!

"Mother, I'm going out." Said the sexy Slytherin as he grabbed his cloak, passing his mother.

"Where are you go-?" A distraught, normally gorgeous, woman asked as her son walked out the door. She was sacred for him. He didn't go out during the day anymore and he didn't ride his broom anymore. He only goes out at night now and only wears black clothing.

Was it his father's death?

No. It couldn't be. He hated her husband. Who could blame him, really? All my husband ever did was push Draco to his limit and when he didn't meet his unrealistic standard, my husband would administer the Cruciatus Curse. That wasn't a relationship that could end with anything other than hatred,

Death does things to you, however. Maybe it was her husband's death.

I feel bad leaving mother like that, but I can't look at another living breathing, blood coursing human right now. I'm too tempted... all I can think of is ri- NO! I won't think about such things. I can't do it...

I need the energy, though. How can I? I don't want to do this but I feel like I'm losing my MIND!

From whom am I going to get this life essence from though? That's the decision I have to make now, I can barely think straight now.

I guess the silver lining on this situation, is that I get super strength, and the ability to glide through the air, hypnotizing other by simply looking at them, and the ability to blend in with the shadows.

This house. Perfect.

The Bulstrode's residence. One of the most disgusting, conniving dark wizards still alive is here.

It's about time he gets a taste of his own medicine. I'm not trying to be a twisted version of Robin Hood, but if there has to be a death on this night, let it be one of a person who has never done a good deed in their life.

It just happens that this particular wizard has always been a troll towards me,

"Hello, Mr. Bulstrode."

A/N: That's the end of this chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter will be up in 24 hours give or take. Don't forget to review and if you like the story so far put it on your story alerts so you always know when a new chapter comes out. Thank you for reading my story!