AN: This is for The Golden Snitch, Halloween Costume, Dress-Up Challenge. The Prompt is: Vampire: Write about a student turned into a Vampire. My School and House are- Hogwarts, Slytherin. Cedric Diggory turns into a vampire. Slight cross-over fic, between Harry Potter and Twilight. Nothing definite, just insinuations.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
All I remember was pitch black darkness, around me, suffocating me, enveloping my whole body to where I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. It chewed me up, spit me out, then repeated the whole process. Then came the pain. It felt like 100 angry Wizards were performing Crucio on my cold, still body at every minute second that passed. it felt like giants were playing football with me as the ball, like a whole stampede of magical creatures chose me as their running track.
I wish my father let me die.
My father said he put a stasis charm on me, didn't let my body shut down after I got hit with the killing curse. He said someone who specializes in dark curses, mainly the unforgivable's, explained that if the castor doesn't have enough hate, enough will in the cast, that death could be reversed.
How lucky am I that my father is best friends with a Vampire? That he was oh, so close to be able to turn me.
I didn't ask for this life!
Cho thinks I've died, everyone thinks I'm dead. Pitiful. What's it worth to be loyal, when the one person that matter's will never know? What's it worth to lose everything, to gain life?
Where's the glory in letting everyone think you're dead?
I have to hunt. But I don't want to. I don't want to hurt more people. My maker, Dimitri, insists on human blood.
I refuse every time.
I make it by drinking animal's blood. It's still a life, but none of them cried at my funeral. None of them knew me before I became this monster. Before I became this.
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Cho's gone and married some bloke, having his spawn. Loving Him.
When do I get my happy ever after? I don't, because my pitiful father couldn't let me go.
He's getting sick, begging me to turn him, begging Dimitri. We both refuse.
He would stay sick, for eternity. it was different for me, Dimitri says, because what's the difference of a dead body turning into the undead.
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My father's long gone, dead in the wind, Dimitri said. At least he left knowing me, stuck in a seventeen-year old's body, forever.
The animal blood is changing me. My eyes are no longer blood red anymore. They turn into a muted gold when I feed, turn black when I don't. I need to get out of here. Find somewhere new, somewhere pure.
Somewhere I don't have to see Cho.
I want to forget her, forget she ever existed. Just like she did when she married the other guy.
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It's easier in the States. I found a new clan who drink animal blood like me. Who refuse to hurt the humans. They understand me, but they don't understand why I don't have a mate. Why i refuse to even entertain the idea.
Until I met her.
The one girl in the whole bloody school, that the clan leader insists we go to. I can't hear her. But I smell her.
She will be the death of me.