Awake:

I awake And I know it all.

I know my name is Harry and I know that my neck burns, and I know I'm in big big trouble.

The thought that it is too late to regret crosses my mind. But then I mentally shrug,And move on to figure out why It was, just me, lying very much alive on a very uncomfortable hard something.

Considering the last thing I remember is being bitten by a vampire.

So I take a deep breath:I'm very aware of my own body and yet I am unable to move it.

The strangest thing is I feel very clear-headed, sober but with the accompanied sensation of "oh no what happened last night". But that's nothing new, is it?

Slowly, I count my heartbeats and after a while try to lift my head. Surprisingly I mange to do just that, so I sit up, and look around.

My vision isn't sharp enough to make anything out, so I reach my right arm I hope my glasses survived. But no, The hard surface I'm laying on is clear of anything familiar. Sighing, I take a look around.

I'm sitting in a vast room, with a high ceiling. It's completely unfamiliar to me.

And though my vision swims I can feel other things, like the strong scent I immediately dislike, like something moist and old and very cold.

'Where am I?' I can hear the waver in my voice. No answer just the same stillness I awoke to.

But then I almost laugh, and it comes out as a strangled snort. And then I have to fight back the nauseous feeling. Before I even try to stand. Very Carefully, I let my fingers touch my neck.

Where I'm not surprised to find a small unimportant wound. Caked with dry blood. A quick search with my tongue finds no fangs.

Well looks like he left me here alone, now all I needed was my wand, and it would be just another strange dream I can forget.

But did I want to? Did I really want to forget,to go back to my life? It wasn't what I really wanted, but as usual I seemed to be lucky to even be alive.

'I cant do this', I stand up "I cant do this!" I shouted,my voice breaking.

No I would just stay here, I won't wake up from this dream, and Ill let it take me wherever it wants.

With the decision made, I stubbornly sat back, and waited. eventually the light fades, and shadows seem to appear on the distant walls.

And then he came.

I heard nothing at first, but the familiar scent still on my lips seemed suddenly near, I almost recoiled in disgust; there was nothing familiar about this vampire not-really, he was a stranger.

A stranger that drunk your blood and kissed you the thought came uninvited. Dimitri entered a second later, His shadow falling impressively on me.

I forgot how tall he was.

'So your still here?' He sounds mocking. "I thought you will be gone by now."

I look up at the sound of his voice. But can't bring myself to speak.

Dimitri moves about, making small noises, as he seems to rearrange things around the room.

He moves fast, like no human can, his moves are smooth and completely effortless.

Not much of a surprise, but why he didn't kill me?

'I thought you'd ask that' I realize I said It aloud, and that the vampire is suddenly very very close.

He sits on the floor like a big sleepy cat, crossing his legs. I can see his eyes now.

They are a magnificent violet blue today.

'I did this to you' I whisper. He rises his eyebrow' 'did what?…'

I shake my head, this is no time to be charmed by a vampire. His eyes twinkle with mirth.

'Your right Harry, you did this' he smiles "you gave me my strength back, I am grateful."

'Don't mock me' I'm starting to burn with familiar anger again. But when I look at his face he almost seems hurt.

'I would never mock you, young Harry' he sounds so sincere I cant help looking down.

As he speaks I notice for the first time the new holes in the jacket, and that just adds to the guilt.

' You never answered my question'.. I'm proud it comes out gentle.

'I will for it's quite simple: I couldn't kill you.

'you shake your head but I'm sure you understand.'

I felt sick 'because I'm 'the Boy Who Lived'?; I spat, now it was his turn to shake his head.

'No, that wasn't enough. I wasn't sure at first but once I saw who you really are I couldn't do it' he looked ashamed… 'I wanted to help you'.

I felt shaken, I couldn't believe my ears 'why?' I whispered, unbelieving. Or maybe starting to believe.

Dimitri looked somber, staring right through me "even before I met you, you forced me to think of you"

'What you did…those letters, so brave and foolish and desperate at once. You nothing but a boy made me curious enough to come out'

He looks around himself and I follow his gaze: empty walls, a small room…

'And then when I found out its no other then Harry Potter himself that I came to see" he smirks, and I realize he fooled me completely.

"so, you knew who I am?" he nods "the second I laid eyes on you, I knew."

I try to feel angry but I can't. "What did you mean; 'knew who you really are?' I asked instead.

Dimitri smiles; "you know darkness Harry, and you're a lot stronger then you think, you see- I couldn't care less about you being the 'boy who lived',

"I could have easily changed that last night. Drained you from all life, he stops, deep in thought 'but I saw more then that in you.

'You made me want to help you, to be on your side' he seems amazed at what he just said, as was I."

But I was too suspicious to leave it at that "then why drink my blood?" I watch with curiosity as the expressions on his face change.

The large mouth opening in bewilderment- exposing the beastly sharp fangs beneath the coral lips.

'Why, to make you into a vampire of course!' he said it so simply that at first I thought I was imagining it.

'Wait! What are you talking about?' I was reminded of my conclusion that Dimitri was a rather mad vampire.

Jumping to my feet I started pacing the small room, 'I'm not a vampire Dimitri' was all I could say at last, as the silence drew on.

I turned around to where the vampire was sitting. He was watching me with a strange look in his eyes.

'Not yet, but you will become one, eventually'. He said it with the same commending tone I heard from him before.

I knew him for less then two days but already he felt familiar… if I was recognizing his expressions and voice tones.

That's bad I thought. He continues in that same tone:

"There is something you need to know, first. Vampires are not called dark creatures for nothing, we live out lives at nighttime, and darkness is second nature to us.

But more then anything we live for ourselves first, we care for nothing but our own needs we couldn't care less about the human world- most of the times. Unless something is useful or entertaining to us…

'Slytherin' I said. Dimitri looks puzzled so I add "cunning, ambitious and selfish" he smirks a perfect smirk

"Yes, just that" But he continues "you, Harry would make a most wonderful vampire. A compliment? not really I decide.

I start to protest but he glares in a way that makes me stop, "because you are as far from selfish as can be, you live to serve and sacrifice yourself''

at that I cant stay silent:

'You make it sound like I'm a walking sacrifice, it's my choice to be doing this!'

Dimitri shakes his head 'maybe, but you're a tool Harry and your unhappy'.

I breath, we sit in silence now, as I consider his words.

Said so reasonably and without emotion, I have to consider his words.

Being a tool was something that crossed my mind many times this summer. I knew the truth in that, but I didn't like where this was going.

'What does that have to do with becoming a vampire?' I finally ask.

'Everything Harry!' Dimitri exclaims, I don't jump at this outburst for I'm starting to comprehend his way of speech.

'Your strong enough to defeat your enemies, but as long as your defeating yourself they will win.

As long as you can't reach your strength and accept you own inner darkness-you will be helpless' I almost choke at that "you don't have to answer, I saw you last night, I know you for I drunk you blood."

He says blood like the way some people say love or god.

I don't want to believe him. I don't want the choking feeling in my throat that rises from my chest, escaping like a wild bird, fluttering its wings. Making my eyes tear. Fuck that. But he sees me like no other, my thoughts for the last months are finally made tangible-real.

'Even if its true, I don't see how becoming evil is going to help me defeat Voldemort'

I want to be able to see the lie in his eyes. I hope his lying. So I let our eyes meet.

"I said dark, not evil, just stronger" I almost growl at that; 'you make it sound do simple!'

And he does, and that scares me. Dimitri straightens,flexing his muscles 'it is simple, now enough of that!"

In one movement he stands up and pulls me up, I stumble at first but he holds my hand until I'm steady.

"I was very fair with you Harry" he says it like it is.

'I gave you two chances- last night and today, yesterday you followed me and today you stayed'

I burst at his smugness. 'You took my wand and my glasses, how's that fair chance?!"

'Really?' He coldly stares me down, sharply letting go of my hand and I almost fall. I feel my cheeks heat, with embarrassment. 'Your right, I'm sorry'. This is the second time I apologize to him, but it feels all right.

For he immediately smiles and pats me on the back, and I have to think of how strange this is, and how for some reason I couldn't care less.

I wasn't afraid of the vampire. Not for a moment, even when he bit me, I felt no fear. 'Where are we anyway?' I ask Dimitri as we walk to the entrance of the room.

Dimitri points to the closest wall 'this is a room inside the cave we you saw yesterday its my home' and now I can see that the walls are made of stone, and I understand the unpleasant smell.

'Do you like it?' he asks seriously and I'm careful not to offend him' its nice… but I imagined vampires live in big castles' he laughs his spontaneous laugh 'it's disgusting, and I'm quit aware of it, but it suits my needs-it gives me privacy'.

We walk out and into the more familiar cave entrance, outside of which I know is the forest.

'Its night now! I realize this with some surprise. 'Yes, of course.' But at list he doesn't laugh at me. We walk outside, me on my weak legs and the vampire with intentionally slow strides, which I'm grateful for.

There is something very confusing about coming back to the same spot at night, as if no time at all had passed. The air is fresh, scented with wilderness and the last traces of rain.

We sit on the ground lean against a pine tree, and Dimitri stretches on the ground, where he appears perfectly comfortable.

And we talk.

For maybe an hour, just talk. He asks me questions about school and my friends, and at first its ok, I tell him about Ron and Hermione and the school.

His blue eyes seem friendly and accepting in the faint light. Or maybe it's a vampire spell thing, but soon I find myself telling him about everything.

Every memory I have from childhood, about Hogwarts being my home, and finding out I was a wizard.

And he listens, not taking his eyes from me, nodding at times or exclaiming with laughter when I talk about Fred and George's antics.

And then when I get to the most recent part, of my amusing life, I see its what he wanted me to talk about all this time.

But I'm not angry, just tired and drained. So I tell him about my dreams, and about this summer, but I cant of Draco.

And then the moon is up, and we just sit listening to the night, and I can see why he likes this place. 'Was this a test?' I challenge.

'No, but you confirmed what I already knew. And now its time'.

'And if I say no?' he frowns. 'You cant- now come'. He stands up but I keep sitting.

'I just wanted to say yes' I whisper and I know he hears.

' I'm a little surprised' he smiles and I smile back.

'So… how is it done?'

Were standing in a clearing. I'm panting from the shear effort of walking.

I'm excited.

'First I need you to relax.' I breathe in a few deep breaths,

And he continues; 'there are two ways to get someone turned into a vampire,

One is magical and involves a few spells that safely drain the…'victim?' I supply.

Sighing 'yes, and then a spell to make sure he doesn't die while vampire blood mixed in a very complicated potion that is transmitted to him'.

I shudder, thinking of Snape and imagining him turning into a vampire by this very method.

'And the second?' 'The second is the real ancient way, a vampire drains the victim and transmits his own blood'.

I stare at him 'you mean I have to drink from you?' Dimitri nods

'It's the best way, if you want the strength to pass. But it is more risky and painful'.

I just stand there trying to appear clam' I can deal with pain' he grimaces 'I have no doubt. Young Harry especially after everything you told me, I on the other hand don't enjoy it much'.

I suddenly understand and I'm overwhelmed 'you can get hurt?' he just shrugs and moves a few steps closer to me. 'Just do as I say, all right?' I look around myself; for the last time.

And force myself to come closer. 'Give me your hands' I do as he says.

'Whatever happens, don't be afraid' I'm surprised by how gentle he can be.

'I wont, I trust you'. And as I say it becomes the truth, I have to trust him'.

He looks into my eyes, and I don't know what he sees there.

But I know it touches him, for his eyes and his hold on my hands softens, as if holding me so I don't escape, turns into comfort.

And he's head comes down, as if he's a man in a funeral that is crying on my shoulder.

Accept this one bites. And its red-hot pain that turns into white numbness. And I black out.

I flout in this white milky awareness, somewhere far away.

Until splashes of vivid colors enter the whites scope and turn it into a war zone.

Of reds and yellows. And the splashes feel like the pain I forgot to remember. And I come back up from this comforting depth.

Into feeling cold and hot and bothered. I'm lying on the ground again. The vampire's body pressed too mine-warm with my blood. And something is pushed into my mouth, and I'm too weak to turn my head away.

But I don't want it,but once a little drop of that something falls on my tongue- I want more! And so I drink and drink, until my throat is sour from drinking. And it's amazing. It's like trying to feed the hunger I always had and finally being able to!

My hunger for sweets and love and to belong! Satisfied, answered at last!

And this was blood a vampires blood.

And when I feel so full don't know where the ground I'm lying on ends and where I start.

I stop. And I sleep the sweetest sleep I ever had.

wow! I wrote this one so fast,I really wish I had more time to work on it, but i still enjoy it!lol

would be nice to get reviews,even bad ones....