(A/N: Hi. Here is the next chapter of the first act. And yes, the Passages before each part of Act I is from "Bone Palace Ballet" by Chiodos. Before I finish the story I will correctfully site which passage from from which song. Music has always been a big inspiration. Anyways, here is number 3. Enjoy!)

The Funeral Bells

Chapter 3

This Tale of Terror

Listen up, sweetie

We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world

In this suggestion of horror

The portraits on the walls..

.Look at their eyes, they always seem to follow me

As one of the best Chasers in the entire school, Rose took Quidditch very seriously. Although she- very surprisingly - had not become captain of the team of her sixth year, she was more or less a shoe in for the next. She always brought intensity and extreme focus when her broom made its presence known on the pitch, even more-so then her father before her.

However, that day was different. Although Rose's game hardly suffered, her mind was not entirely at the Quidditch pitch.

One year ago that night, Rose and Scorpius became a couple. Since then, the two had gone through many trails and tribulations involving each of their families, each of their friends, and each of their respective houses. However, the good times out-weighed the bad astronomically, and that was enough for the both of them.

However, her thoughts on the Quidditch pitch were not all good ones. She had not seen Scorpius at all that day. It was almost as if the young Slytherin was trying to avoid her, since the only class the two had together - potions - did not meet until tomorrow afternoon. She had seen Al, and he had told her with a very convincing tone not to worry.

He told her tonight was going to be a good night. But still, she couldn't help but feel somewhat worried. No matter what the subject was, being in the dark about anything was never very pleasing.

Practice let off a little bit late, which is not entirely uncommon. When she and the other five female players returned to the locker room, Rose noticed something taped to her locker. It was a small box and piece of parchment.

She could here the other girls swooning. They knew what day it was, as well.

"Okay, knock it off," Rose told the other girls.

"Not much of a gentleman, this Slytherin is?" asked Sarah Libman, the blonde second-string beater. "Sneaking into the girl's locker room to give you a gift."

"I think it's romantic," spoke up Stacey Winkler, one of the other beaters. "You're just trying to find an excuse to hate another Slytherin."

"That's enough," Rose told the two girls. "He is my boyfriend, you know."

"Well, open it, then!" shouted another girl from behind.

Before she went for the box, she detached the parchment from the box.

This is just a small taste of things to come.

Meet me at the usual place.

9:00

Dress formally.

- S

She froze for a minute, just before reading the note out loud. The rest of the girls giggled in amusement, except for Sarah who just rolled her eyes.

"Well?" asked one of the girls. "Open it!"

They all muttered in agreement as Rose remained silent. She slowly opened the box and found a piece of jewelry. She feasted her eyes on a neck-length lace made out of pure silver. On the lace was a small pendant. The pendant was made out of some kind of a dark red gem - possibly a ruby - with an inscription of a small bird. On the left side of the pendant, the gem seemed a little cracked and jagged.

"What is it?" asked one of the girls.

"It's beautiful!"

"It's ripped."

The girls continued to speak amongst one other without Rose's attention. She stared at the piece of jewelry she just received and decided it was beautiful. Without wasting a single moment, she put on the necklace and rushed to the mirror. She did not know what Scorpius had in store for her tonight, but she was convinced that it would be a night to remember.

Out of tune this tale of terror

The solemn tolling of the funeral bells

I want to know what's going on in that

Pretty little head of yours

Where everyday's a Bone Palace Ballet

As the hour of 8:00 rolled around, Scorpius found himself waiting impatiently.

He had no one to blame but himself. He was the one to show an hour early. It was not easy, however. Sneaking out of the castle when everyone was asleep was hard enough, even with the map. This time, he snuck out when everyone was awake without the map. He decided it was best to leave it with Rose, so she would have an easier time.

He wished he had mirror, though he did not need one. His normally-shaggy blonde hair was now slicked back to match the clothing he was wearing. Black dress robes, white shirt, golden cufflinks, Slytherin tie - he had no other - and nice black shoes he had never wore before. He feared he would have blisters on his feet before the night ended.

The reservations for the restaurant were for 9:30, giving them plenty of time to do whatever they feel like, assuming she showed up on time.

"You're early," said a voice from behind. Scorpius' eyes widened after he turned around, not at all realizing the voice didn't belong to the girl he was expecting.

She wasn't dressed formally. She wore a dark skirt that ended at her shins. Black dress boots. Her black shirt did not leave much to the imagination. The material began just above her belly button - making her flat stomach very visible - and ended to show a goods portion of her chest. No sleeves. Black armbands. Black nails.

Her skin wasn't tanned or freckled. It was a milky white…almost pale. It was as if she had not seen the light of day in years.

Her hair was not red. It was a very dark brown.

Scorpius felt as if he wasn't even looking at a person. Just a black and white

"That's a first for-"

"Who are you!?"

He interrupted her. He was not interested in anything going wrong tonight, although he had no idea who she was. He slowly put his hand in his in his robe, gripping the handle of his wand.

"Who am I?" She spoke with a raised eyebrow. Her tone almost flirtatious. "You don't know a Slytherin when you see one?"

"Slytherin? What are you…" He concentrated on her face, not noticing the she took a slow step closer. Suddenly, he had realized who he was speaking to. "Faye?" He almost whispered the name "Faye Sofer?"

"You remember my name," She spoke with a smirk as she continued to close the distance between her and the blonde. "I'm flattered."

"Remember your name?" Scorpius let go of his wand. "Your name and face have been on the front page of the Prophet for ages! You vanished without a trace almost 2 years ago!"

Scorpius remembered the tone of the castle on that day two years ago. It was after a trip to Hogsmede. Everyone was accounted for on the way home, except for Faye Sofer. Every other trip to Hogsmede that year was cancelled because of that. Scorpius was just 14 years old then, but she was 16. In fact, she still looked as she did when she went missing.

"Well," she continued as she walked even closer to the blonde Slytherin. "Who's counting?"

"Everyone was worried sick-"

"So I've heard…"

"We need to get you back to the castle right now."

Scorpius walked passed her and headed for the door, hoping that she'd follow close. If this meant that the night with Rose was ruined, he decided it had to be done. Her parents and the school would be happy to know that she's safe and sound.

"Wait, wait, wait, darling," she spoke softly as she grabbed Scorpius wrist, stopping him in his tracks. He slowly turned to face her. "What's your hurry?"

"I'm, um," He paused upon realizing that she did not yet let go. Also, her grip was somewhat stronger than he had imagined it could be. "I'm sure your parents will want you to know that you're safe."

"I think my safety is not an issue," She pulled his wrist - with considerable force - until the two were face to face. "Look. Not a scratch on me."

He was considerably taller than her - he stood at 6 feet while she might have been 5'5. She moved even closer to him, leaving almost no distance between the two.

"Yes, well," he took a step back attempting to create space between the two. "Still, we need to take you back."

"What's the hurry?" She forcefully pulled him closer to her, her barely-covered chest now touching his dress robes. "I'm sure we can have loads of fun here."

"Um, listen," he placed his hands on her shoulders to stop her in her tracks. A shiver rushed down his spine: he felt as if he was touching ice. "You've been away for quite a while. You're scared…quite possibly confused-"

"What?" she asked flirtatiously as she took a step back, freeing him of her grasp. "My hair not red enough for you?"

He stared at her with wide eyes, trying his hardest not to swallow his tongue.

"Come on, Malfoy," her tone become more flirtatious as she once again closed their distance. "I've seen you and her in here at least once a week. I've seen the way you look at her, the way you kiss her," she pressed her body onto his. "They way you feel her…"

"That's quite enough!" He took a few steps back until his back was against the wall, just before she took him by the shirt and pushed him violent, yet somewhat passionately. "Get off!"

He shoved her fiercely, although it only made her back up a few steps. He quickly reached inside his robe and pulled out his wand. He did not know what was going on or what had happened to her, but he did not feel safe.

"Oh please, Scorpius," she said as her voice remained flirtatious. "Lower your wand."

"I don't know what's happened to you," he spoke in a strong voice, although he was slightly frightened. "But don't come a step closer."

"Why?" She defied him. She slowly moved closer to him yet again. "I know you're not afraid of a little…attention." He kept his wand pointed to her, with an incantation in his head. "I've seen you while you two were having fun. Although I'm quite surprised you two had never shagged in here-"

"Stop it."

"-But then I could still smell the purity in both of you. It seems that no one else your ge holds out anymore-"

"Shut up."

"-But why you two never have is beyond me. I can see how you are when you are together.

"Shut up!"

"The look in your eyes. The pleasure on your face. The bulge in your pan-"

"Expelliarmus!"

It was a powerful blast; powerful enough to send Faye across the room. A loud bang echoed through the tower as her back planted itself intensely against the wall, followed by her landing face first to the floor.

She was motionless.

What had he done? He let his anger get the best of him

Scorpius immediately felt extreme regret, yet he didn't rush to her side. He didn't intend for the blast to be that powerful, yet he still remained cautious. He slowly moved closer to her, still not quite sure what had happened to her to make her so devious.

Right when he was no less then two feet away from her, a face shot up from the ground.

A face. Not her face.

Her face was pretty. Deep brown eyes. Smooth face. This was a different face.

Her eyes were no longer brown. They were gold. Her face was no longer smooth. It was rough and demon-like. Her teeth were no longer white. They were rotted and sharp, complete with two fangs running longer then the rest.

Scorpius froze in fear.

"A bit rough, huh?" She said softly as her tongue slowly massaged her left fang. "That's good."

"You…" He chokes out as he raises his wand, pointing it back towards her. "What are you!?"

Quicker than he could think, a strong hand grabbed Scorpius by the leg and pulled him with a force he did not expect. He lost grip of his wand as he fell to the floor. She wrapped her left arm around his neck and gripped his blonde hair with her right hand, pulling his head to the side.

He tried to struggle, but it was no use: the fragile looking girl was suddenly demonstrating intense strength. The arm wrapped around his neck was cold; very cold, as if she were nothing but a corpse. Her mouth was close to his face, yet it felt as if she had no breath.

"Oh you'll know, my darling," She said softly, just before running her tongue up the side of Scorpius' neck.

His body shivered violently. Her tongue was even colder than her arm. It felt as if she had run an ice cube up his neck.

"You'll know very soon…"

Scorpius' eyes widened just he felt something pierce his neck. He felt his body warmth pour through his body quicker then a high powered vacuum. He waved his arms trying to do something, anything to get free of the torture. However, the more blood he lost…the more blood Faye consumed…the slower his movements became.

Faye lifted her face from the blonde's neck. She ran her tongue across her lips, catching every last drop of blood that might have not made it into her mouth. She watched in amusement as crimson red continued to seep out of his neck. It took every ounce of energy she had not to return to her feast.

After noticing that the boy was still struggling, she felt his pulse.

It was very weak. He didn't have much time left.

"You got aggression…" She whispered just before she lifted her own left arm and bit it, causing it to bleed strongly. "…and spirit. Maybe this was a good idea…"

She grabbed the half-dead boy by the hair ands shoved his mouth into her bleeding arm.

After a few second, she could feel that he had taken a sip. It was done.

She ran her bloody hand through his platinum-blonde hair - just as if a mother were comforting a child - as she once again began to feast on his blood. His breath was diminishing. His eyes were rolling into the back on his head. His pulse began to slow down.

Slower.

Slower.

Slower.

Gone.