Update!

I realize it has been a while (a long while!) since I've updated.

This is because I am in the process of rewriting the whole story. Omitting some plot points and adding new ones. Updating my writing style. Looking for a beta. All that jazz.

Although my story isn't one of those crazy popular ones on FFnet, I still want to finish it both for the readers that have been kind enough to read my story (love you, virtual hugs all the way) and for myself as well.

The entire story is mapped in my head, with a clear ending. I just need to get it down on paper in a way that would entice you, the readers.

My goal is to upload the ENTIRE story at one go, all re-written, so that you don't have to wait each week (or a month, or MONTHS, or whatever ridiculous amount of time my stupid brain takes to punch out the story).

So I guess all-in-all, I am trying to say, THANK YOU for your wonderful reviews and of course your unlimited patience in waiting for this story to wrap up. And as a thank you, here is the revamped Prologue. The next time I update, it will be the whole story. Sadly, I don't know when that would be, but I promise you, I will NEVER abandon this story in an unfinished form.

I know for many of you, this isn't what you want... you want the rest of the story damn it! But I promise you that I will try my best to deliver the best I am capable of with this story all at once to satisfy your Dramione needs. Thank you for your understanding!

So, here is the new prologue. Enjoy! (Compare it to the original prologue. I had a field day laughing at myself :D)

Prologue

Run. That was the only thing in her mind as she tore through the woods. She had to get away from him. She would be killed for what she had done. She pressed her palm against the side of her neck. Warm blood trickled down her fingers. Her head was spinning. She had to stop to regain her breath. She leaned against a tree.

She could hear distant yells from the manor that she had left behind. She thought she had put enough distance between herself and the wretched place. Or maybe she hadn't been running fast enough. She couldn't afford to wait around to find out which it was. The yells meant that they had found him lying on the dungeon floor. They would not take the attempted murder of their King lightly. They would revive him. And soon, he would come for her.

Suddenly, the wound in her neck burned into her skin. She fell on her knees, both hands tightly grasping—no, scratching against the fresh punctures on her neck. She let out a silent scream, mouth wide open, eyes shut tight, frozen in the midst of time. She fell to the floor like a log. She clawed at the floor for some kind of remedy but all she got was a handful of moist leaves. The burning sensation rapidly spread throughout her body and she writhed as though on fire. Then, as suddenly as it had happened, she stopped moving. A mannequin on the floor of the woods. Then, her eyes popped open. Thirst.

She slowly pulled herself up, one limb at a time. She sniffed the air like an animal. Thirst. Driven by instinctual needs, her legs started moving. There was no time to marvel at her newfound speed. Animalistic ecstasy took over as she gained speed and lost track of time. In fact, time didn't seem so important anymore. How long had she been running? An hour? A few seconds? It didn't matter. Thirst. Find water. That's what mattered. Find water.

Abruptly, she stopped dead in her tracks. She was in front of a well; well-kept, still obviously in use. She lowered the bucket and heard the satisfying splash it made as it broke the surface of the water. She hurriedly pulled the bucket back up and carelessly thrust it to her lips. Water spilled down the sides of her face as she hastily gulped down whatever she could. The thirst still presided. She threw the bucket down to the well and withdrew another fill of water. She threw her head back. It wasn't drinking. It was more of showering herself with the cold water. But the thirst was still there.

"Are you okay?" said a voice. She dropped the bucket. She turned slowly and finally she took in the environment. A manicured garden. A mansion. A well. A young boy.

"Do you need help?" he asked. She stared at him, the well and bucket long gone from her awareness. She lightly traced her fingers over her fangs. That's when she realized she had fangs.

"Are you… a vampire?" he whispered. She didn't say anything. Admitting it out loud would mean acceptance of her new fate. The thirst was still in her throat and deep down she knew it wasn't water she needed. Letting her instincts take over, she edged in closer, like a tiger eager to calm her prey. Her eyes were fixed on his neck. So exposed.

"Boy," she croaked. She was surprised at how cracked and dry her voice was. She was so thirsty. She reached out to the boy and he instinctively turned and started to run back towards his house. There was little room to think. She rushed towards him and easily grasped him within her arms. The boy screamed something. Something about letting him go. It didn't matter. She forced his head to the side. His neck was in her full view.

"STOP!"

She saw a flash of silver and fresh blood gushed out of her left cheek. He was brandishing a silver knife around blindly, which made it clear that the first strike was due to luck. She grabbed the knife by the blade. It cut into her palms. It didn't matter. She robbed the boy of the knife and threw it to the side. The boy was flailing his arms and she easily held him down. He looked up at her, no longer struggling. His pale grey eyes held fear and were silently pleading. Conscience ripped at her insides but the new hunger was too strong. She slowly pushed his platinum blonde hair down to cover his eyes.

"…I'm sorry…" she whispered. She buried her head into the boy's shoulder. His eyes widened in shock and he let out an ear-piercing scream. She could feel the boy's blood escaping his body and gushing down her throat. It was coursing through her veins. Orgasmic. The boy fell limp in her arms.

She tore away reluctantly. She knew if she continued feeding she would kill the boy. Perhaps that would be a kinder fate than what she had just done. But what little humanity she had left inside her prevented her from killing. Killing would mean the she was truly one of them now. She gently lowered the boy onto the grass. The mansion had woken up by the boy's screams and soon people would find her. She had to get away. She took one last look at the boy's face. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, fighting to keep his consciousness. She leaned in to his ear.

"If you don't die tonight," she whispered. "My life is yours. Least I can do."

Then she got up and vanished into the night.