This is a prologue. If I get positive feed back then I'll continue and the chapter will be longer. I am looking for a beta by the way.
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"Speech"
'Thoughts'
Flashbacks
Books and/or newspaper headings
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I remember that night very clearly. The night I was turned. It was a normal July night, warm and slightly wet due to the freak rainstorm earlier that day.
I was sitting next to the wall of an underpass near the Dursleys' house nursing a busted lip and a few bruises. I had just lost a fight with my Uncle Vernon not even an hour before. My cousin had tracked mud into the house and I was blamed, like always.
"I hate it here!" I remember whispering to the darkness that surrounded me. I was speaking about the fact I was hiding out under a bridge to stay away from my uncle, and the fact I was all alone there. They always left me alone.
After everything they always left me alone. After I saved the bloody stone, after I save Ginny from the basilisk. My godfather and the dementors, the triwizard tournament, even after the death of said godfather they still leave me alone…to rot!
I exhaled angrily; I had fought in that bloody war or them. I was still fighting. Even after they made me the one to kill the bastard, in order to finish what wizards much cleverer then I had started.
I sneered, clever, right. If they were so damn smart then why the hell did this damn thing start?
I sighed; I needed to stop thinking about that stuff, and stood up intent on going for a walk, when the warm air around me got a lot colder. My first instinct was dementors, but when he stepped closer I knew it wasn't. It was a man…or at least something that looked like one.
The vampire that changed me was a tall male with dark black hair and burgundy eyes that seemed to radiate the same coldness his body did.
"What are you?" I whispered knowing, no human could be that cold and beautiful.
The demon smiled an something in me froze I couldn't move, I could barely breathe and he stepped closer I tried to step back, but I found I couldn't he wouldn't let me. He held me in place with something, a mental desire to keep me where he wanted me.
"Who are you lovely? I want your name before you die." The demon told me softly his voice was so soft and so very beautiful. I wanted nothing more then to listen to his voice for all of eternity but when he said the word die I reached for my wand and the demon laughed at me as if I was a small child and gave me a mocking smile, "That won't work Lovely."
As if to prove he reached out a plucked the wand out of my unresponsive fingers and snapped it in two.
He came closer and whispered in my ear, "You will be stunning."
The last thing I remember was a burning pain that started in my left shoulder and moved downward.
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I was on fire. I had to be there was no way that I could be in that, much pain and not be burning to death. Maybe I was in hell?
Yes, that had to be it. I had died and gone to hell. I was to burn forever for the lives I took during the war.
I vaguely heard a laugh, the demons were laughing at my pain.
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I felt my eyes snap open and noticed right away that something was off. The first and foremost was that I was no longer required to breath. I inhaled anyway and growled, my throat burned, as if reminding me of the pain that I had experienced only hours ago.
I stood rather gracefully, I forced the burning thirst? Back into the darkest corners of my mind. Only my training in Occlumency allowed me to do so.
I looked to the sky and winced the sun was very bright. A deep rumble from above me stopped my thoughts. A car I told myself, it's just a car. 'What caused all this?' I thought. 'Why is everything so much clearer? Why can I hear everything? Why…' My thoughts stopped, it seemed my sense of smell had improved as well, because never in my life had I ever smelt anything as wonderful.
"Where…" I breathed in deeply; I could feel my throat burn and fill with something akin to human saliva. I needed…I wanted…something.
After managing to stumble away from the underpass, I began hunting. I barely noticed that my skin was sparkling in the afternoon sun, almost like how broken glass glitters in the sun light.
I paid it no attention I had to make the burning stop! I need that thing that cursed that wonderful yet damning smell.
It took less the half a second to find the source of the rather enticing aroma. The source was a young man, about 19; he looked as if he was nursing a hang over.
I approached slowly I wanted to watch my prey squirm.
The teen opened his brown eyes, "An angel?" He whispered looking at me through lidded eyes.
I felt my stone lips curve ever so gently into a small sad smile, "No, love, not an angel, never an angel."