Howdy there! It is me, FIB! Well, this is my first ever fanfic. I've been working on it for a while, but until recently, I havn't been able to post it. I really hope you like it! If anybody seems OOC or whatever, please tell me and I will do my best to correct it. Just remember to give me a review! Even if it is a flame. They keep me motivated. So now, go and read!
I sat back, staring down at the lifeless body of my friend, Sam. In the background I heard Mr. Crepsley saying something that I couldn't quite focus on. I could feel the power, after so long without human blood, it was both exhilarating and sickening. I had just drained him. He had been dying, his insides ripped out by the Wolf Man. He had saved my life at the price of his own.
I stood up and walked away. I felt numb all over and I didn't even bother to wipe the blood from my mouth or notice my red-stained shirt. Maybe if I hadn't been so distracted and sick to my stomach, and high off the blood, I would have noticed the extra eyes that were watching me. Or maybe not.
As soon as I was out of sight of Mr. Crepsley, I began to run as fast as my legs could carry me. I wanted to escape from everything, even if it was only for a few minutes. When I stopped, I felt a little bit better. I even smiled a little bit through the tears that prickled in my eyes when I realized Iwas having a craving for pickled onions. I was glad that half vampires like myself could eat real human food. Then I heard it; a crackling of branches, and quiet footsteps. I opened my mouth to tell whoever it was (probably Evra or one of the Little People, since I knew Mr. Crepsley would never make that much noise) to go away. Before I could say anything there were several loud cries of "STUPIFY!" and red lights were shot at me.
I dodged them all, until one hit me in the back. I turned, snarling, and began to run. I didn't get far. I was beginning to lose feeling in my limbs, and my whole body was feeling very heavy. It went like this for a few moments, and then my legs just gave out. I tried, but I couldn't go on, and collapsed. My eyes were closed, and I couldn't move, but I was still conscious. I heard the sound of feet shuffling towards me.
"He looks to be nothing more than a boy!" came a woman's shaking, shocked voice.
"That may be so Minerva, but you did see what he did to that young boy. The blood is proof enough." A man's voice answered her in a quiet, snide tone. If I could have shuddered, I would have.
"Lemme check 'im." A booming voice said.
I felt enormous but gentle hands touch me. They lifted me up and I felt them take my hands. More specifically, my fingertips.
"Oh no." I thought. On my fingertips were ten separate, tiny scars from the exchanging of blood that had turned me into a half vampire. It was the easiest way to identify someone like me. "Do they know?" I wondered briefly. "Of course they know, stupid! Why else would they be checking there?" I answered myself. I was beginning to feel kind of dizzy, and my thoughts were beginning to not make any sense.
"Yep. He's definantly one of 'em." Said that booming, and now overly excited, voice.
"Hm. I'm sure the Ministry will be just thrilled to hear of this. It is, after all, the first live vampire they've acquired." Said the snide voiced man.
"Perhaps, but I'm sure Hagrid would much prefer to show his students the creature before it is handed over to the ministry to study. It was apart of their…shall we say, agreement." The woman (who, I was pretty sure, was called Minerva) said sternly. The other was silent, and I heard a grunt of agreement from the other man. I felt myself lifted up, suspended from nothingness. In the far distance, I smelt a familiar scent.
"Cre…ps…ley." I croaked out, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear me, but still hoping beyond all hope that he would. Then I felt a tight squeezing sensation, like being forced through a tiny tube or a straw of some sort. Then I felt nothing more.