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í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr

чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís.










The boy continued in his basking, enjoying every bit of the dungeon, its power and foreboding image. He at last, opened his eyes, but his arms stayed out stretched as if he were sunbathing. The only issue was, they were many feet under ground. He wasn't startled so to speak to hear another voice, but he was rather surprised to think that someone else would be down here with him. But, that didn't bother him. He kept his mind clear, his face upward, and he smiled. He was getting a bit hungry now, but not for human foods. Bryce looked to who had interrupted him, keeping a straight and criticizing face on to see who had bothered speaking to him. Could it be? Was it that he had at last met someone of whom he wanted to meet in the school? This really caused him to gain excitement, but he didn't let it show in his face or eyes. He kept it strictly on the inside of him; Bryson didn't want to share or make obvious any of his weaknesses, the few that he may have had.

Rhiannon had asked Bryce what he had been doing down in the dungeon, and at first, he let his eyes narrow onto her, trying to determine what made the space hers. To be honest, he wasn't up for the girls questions and the comments she had been making. He watched her face slowly, picking up on her cold skin and her dark eyes, noting how cruel she had looked, but how mistreated she had been as well. He could see certain things about her. She stood very defensively, but she also stood with power, making herself tower over people and making herself more of a threat to the eyes. Oh, how much like a vampire she was. Too bad she wasn't. "Oh, come on. Hogwarts is filled with surprises. Haven't you learned anything here?" he said with a bit of sarcasm, turning away from the Slytherin girl. He would have said something else, but he was tired of talking, and he didn't find it necessary to speak to the girl. He just had to meet her, and it was blatantly obvious how the girl worked her magic. She just threatened everyone. "Besides, a girl like you must get lonely sometimes, right?" he asked, still letting his voice ring with sarcasm, but coldness. He wanted it to be obvious that he wasn't leaving.

He looked down to his neck and brought out the vile of blood. He really was a bit hungry, and if this girl was going to start throwing threats at him, he would need to be at the top of his game. Besides, he worked his best right after feeding. Opening the top, he quickly poured the liquid down his throat, savoring it and enjoying every part of it. He closed his eyes, tasting the sweet iron inside of it, longing for more, but knowing he couldn't have more. When he looked over at Rhiannon, he wondered vaguely if she had seen a vampire feed like that. She had probably seen the real way a vampire fed themselves, but not the cowardly way he had to do it. "Want some?" he asked with a smirk on his face, a wickedness in his voice for effect. Of course, she wouldn't want any. Witches and Wizards didn't understand the beauty and the magic inside blood, and they would turn their noses up to it either way. He slipped the vile back underneath his robes, wishing he had another one in hand.

í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr

чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís.










Ahh, so she didn't drink human blood. Well, what a waste that was. He looked at her, not confused in the slightest. Human blood, animal blood, they were all the same to humans. But, no, she called herself a monster, and claimed that she didn't drink human blood. That only meant one thing. The skin tone, the cold and vile behavior, the indication in her wording. Rhi had committed a serious crime, one that Bryce could admire. She drank the blood of a unicorn. "Ah, so Unicorns are more your fancy, huh? How long did you get sent away for that one?" he said, sounding unamused and uninterested. He really didn't care about the time she spent in Azkaban, in all honesty, but he knew that was a criminal offense for Wizards. His mother made that very obvious as a boy so he wouldn't go off and try to bite them. Of course, he had known better at that age. His father told him that he would never do it, so Bryce followed his example. "Following in the footsteps of the Dark Lord, are we? Funny, since we both know where that got him." Bryce wasn't old enough at the time of the Dark Lord's reign, but he knew very well of the things he had done. They were all things to be admired. Sadly, he ended up failing due to his obsession with the Harry Potter kid.

He felt the full effects of the blood kicking in, and he felt rather soothed by them at the moment, loving the way the blood helped his body and relaxed his muscles. If only there were more to go around. He listened vaguely as Rhiannon taunted him, trying to coax him into a fight or argument of some sort. He knew everything she was doing. It wasn't that hard to figure out. He just ignored it. He would, correct her on the talents thing, though. That did strike a chord in him, but he kept it quiet until she finished speaking to say what he wanted to make clear. "I'm not like you, Rhiannon. I know when the right time is to use my, how you called it, 'talents.' There is no point in wasting them." He didn't need to waste his breath on people who he had no connection to, or had nothing to gain from. That was all he was about, was power, and Rhi would probably know all about that kind of thing.

She continued to taunt him with her words, and it did nothing to phase him. She was just trying to start a fight, and he knew better than to let something like that bother him. If he let his temper get to his head, he'd become dangerous, and his father would not be pleased. "Tame enough to contain myself-" an aroma cut him off, tempting his taste buds and awaking his salivary glads. But, the smell wasn't as sweet as normal. It didn't cause his nose to turn up, but it did concern him just the slightest. He knew the smell of blood when he smelled it, and it was off this time. He looked over to Rhiannon, watching what she was doing to herself, and it actually did catch him by surprise this time around. He was watching her cut open her arm, the blood running slowly and smoothly down her pale-white arm. His eyes narrowed in confusion, and he swallowed, phased by what had just happened. His vampyric senses were kicking in once and for all, and he couldn't help but walk closer to her.

With every step, he was telling himself no. It wasn't until he hesitated on a step that he knew he could control himself. She wanted a show? She would get one. He kept walking closer to her arm, eyes glued to the masterpiece. But, he breathed a shallow breath, tasting the iron in his mouth. It was hard to do what he was about to do, but he kept getting closer and closer to her. When he was close enough, he gently grabbed her arm, and stared at the blood, tasting it in his mouth already. He brought his nose close to it, smelling it for effect, and then looked into Rhi's eyes. He brought his face so close to hers so she could see the red circle right around his pupil. It was very very thin, and hard to see unless directly in front of Bryson. He was so close that all he could see of her face was her nose and her eyes. "You want to know a fact about vampires? We prefer the blood of those who haven't given away their soul." Before she did anything, though, he stepped away, dropping her arm. He wasn't stupid enough to drink Rhi's blood. His father forbade drinking the blood of people in the school, and he was very loyal to his father and his wishes. He wouldn't do it unless his father gave him the 'O.K.'

Bryson walked back to where he was standing before, but this time, a smirk had been plastered onto his face. Rhi wasn't nearly as scary as people said she was. Or at least, she wasn't to him.

Richard creeped into the dungeon, he heard Rhiannon's laughter and wanted to know what was happening. He was curious. He'd just gotten out of the hospital wing.
Wait, why was he here again? Right, laughter. Wait...who laughed? He couldn't remember...all he knew was there was some Headmaster...some...extra high-up Professor who told him he was as good as he could be. He remember everything about himself, what had happened, but he couldn't focus anymore. At some moments he was himself, at others he was just a poor confused boy. Nothing triggered it in particular, it just happened.

He walked down the dungeon hallway and saw Rhiannon. The second he saw her face, he remembered what she had done to him, the Whomping Willow. He froze.
"Hello, Richard." She said. "Out of the hospital wing?"
He was still frozen.
Then he screamed. A blood-curdling scream, like the ones that were behind his gag as he got beaten.
There was a young, pale boy standing beside her. He hid behind him, crouching down, pointing at Rhiannon with one finger like a child.
"Y-y-y-y-yoooou...." He whispered.


I DON'T WANT AN UGLY SCAR ACROSS MY FOREHEAD, THANKS.
NEVER GO TO BED ANGRY. STAY UP AND PLOT REVENGE.
REAL FRIENDS WILL HELP YOU INCENDIO THE BODIES.
VIOLENCE ISN'T THE ANSWER, BUT IT'S AN ANSWER.
MEAN AND FUNNY IS STILL TECHNICALLY FUNNY.
BECAUSE AMBITION IS EVERYTHING.

Rhiannon sniggered when Richard screamed and when the half-vampire kept talking.
"Regular wizard? You're so arrogant. His father own a broomstick company, his ancestors basically invented the broomstick. My boyfriend worked for his factory, so this piece of scum here was using my boyfriend's job to hang over my head. Of course, with a few deals, a few connections here and there, my boyfriend got a new job."
She was smiling in a way that told this half-monster he was in for a bit of a nasty suprise. He might have already known, but really, Rhiannon didn't care what he thought.
"He's currently employed at Hogwarts as the flying Professor." Her wicked yellow-white teeth gleamed in the half-light, and so did her eyes.

There was silence for a moment, but Rhiannon was getting sick of Richard sitting by whimpering, looking like a pathetic mess.
"Quit snivelling Richard, just go sleep or something, you're so useless now."
Richard nodded and ran into the wall, falling on his back on the floor.
"Oh, right, you can't remember the password anymore." She said with a hint of a laugh, ignoring the Hufflepuff now.
"Salazar." She said with a hit of a hiss. The wall opened up and Richard hurried inside.
She didn't care if this Hufflepuff knew it, the password was due to change tonight anyways.


"Aaanyways, it was a pleasure meeting you." She said sarcastically. "I guess lurking around in the dark dungeons isn't just my thing anymore. But hey, if you don't like Hogwarts so much so that you sit in the shadows, torture some Gryffindor and get into Azkaban. It's a much more livlier bunch in there." She grinned and waved her fingers before walking into the common room after Richard, shutting the dungeon/ slytherin door behind her.

í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr

чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís.










Bryce felt sick just sitting in the great hall, thinking about the things she had said to him. He could feel his emotions running rampant, consuming his every being. He wasn't just angry, but there was another emotion, eating away at the pit of his stomach, making it twist and turn every which way and destroying him from the inside out. He just wanted this over with. Bryce needed to calm his nerves, or he was likely to hurt someone. So, he decided to take refuge in the dungeons, where if he did attack someone, no one would care or find out. Besides, people didn't look or try to care in Slytherin, which gave him the opportunity to think.

He kept replaying, over and over in his head everything that she had said to him. It was so cold, but it was all so true. He had no right to treat her that way, and he wished he could change that. He came to a wall, and his fist pounded against it in anger, his body pressing up against it, and his insides collapsing. For the first time, ever in his entire life, he had cried. His mother even told him at birth he rarely cried, and back then it was only because he needed his diaper changed, or his father to give him blood. That was it. But, now, he felt like something had just squeezed his insides, pulling them from their prospective places, and mixing them up to just slowly let him die. His whole body was shaking, and the tears were pouring down his face.

After a few moments, he regained his composure, and he found himself sliding down the wall, sitting against it and feeling his head hit his knees. He had to fix this somehow, but for some reason, he wondered if it were even worth it. Joyce would never forgive him, and she had no reason to. Was that a reason to give up, though? He would never forgive himself if he didn't try to regain her trust. If he ever got it back, he would not treat her like he had ever again. She meant something to him, although he wasn't sure what that was. He pushed his forehead into his knees harder, feeling like an idiot. A blood-sucking, back-stabbing idiot.

í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr

чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís.










He may not have heard her approach, but the arm around his shoulder made him curious, and then the voice made him shiver. Rhiannon. He was already shaking as it was, and her cold, shrilling voice was getting to him, and he couldn't help but listen. When she finished, though, Bryce pulled away quickly and almost violently, pushing her off of him forcefully and pushing himself off the ground. He walked away a few step, and then kept his back turned stupidly. Bryce wasn't sure what to do here. He, so badly, wanted to just sink his teeth into her neck and figure out what it was like to kill someone. He thought that if he killed her, the school would be greatful, and he would have nothing to worry about. But, with keeping his fists squeezed, he kept his control. "You don't know what you're talking about, Rhi. You've never had a soul." His voice was bone-chilling, so dark and hard, piercing hearts with every word. It was as if his vampire side was messing with his voice, but his mind was telling him what to say.

Bryce turned to look at her, tempted to just punch her face in right then and there. He wouldn't have any problem doing that, except he would get in trouble with his father and he would have to leave the school for ever. He would have been okay with that if he hadn't just made a very bad mistake. But, it was so tempting to go drink blood. He could feel it in his mouth, soothing his veins and taste buds. "I.. I can't..." He thought saying it would help, but it didn't. He wanted it badly, right then and there.

í αm thє sσn
αnd thє hєír
σf shчnєss thαt ís crímínαllч vulgαr
í αm thє sσn αnd hєír
σf nσthíng ín pαrtículαr

чσu shut чσur mσuth
hσw cαn чσu sαч
í gσ αвσut thíngs thє wrσng wαч?
í αm humαn, αnd í nєєd tσ вє lσvєd
just líkє єvєrчвσdч єlsє ís.










He was frozen to his standing spot. She was telling him that he could do it? But what about those things that his father and mother and headmistress had told him? What about keeping control and not becoming a full monster to keep the mysterious edge about him? What about Joyce? That name... It brought sorrow to his heart. He couldn't believe the things he had done to her, and how... how savage he had been. But Rhi said he could be that way. Rhi said he should be that way. Was that true? Her whole family were in with the death eaters, were they not? Wasn't it his place to be in league with them, regardless of how it changed him? He felt so conflicted. He was born that way. But something was telling him otherwise. Something told him that there was another part inside of him...

A cold, hard hand had been placed under his chin, lifting it up to gaze into Rhi's eyes. He kept a straight face, his mouth closed, and he just listened. Show those fangs... You do what you were borh and meant to do... He understood what she was saying, her face getting closer and closer to his, only seeing her eyes and nose, and her dark, faded lips. She whispered something, and his body seemed to lose control. His head turned sideways, and his mouth parted, his fangs shown for the first time to any other hogwarts student, and he felt himself pulling closer to Rhi's neck. It was almost as if he couldn't control himself. The pulse of her tainted, half-life blood was pulling him in, telling him it was okay, and it was necessary. He felt his fangs graze the side of her neck, so gently, and he felt his breath become very shallow. It took him a moment, and in that moment, something happened. Something big happened. His mind was taking him on a trip to just an hour ago, fueling his head with words he didn't want to hear, but he had to listen to...

"... I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE A MONSTER, DEPSITE YOUR OTHER HALF, DESPITE THAT WHICH YOU WEAR AROUND YOUR NECK. THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU A MONSTER. WHAT MAKES YOU A MONSTER IS WHAT YOU DID RIGHT NOW!..."

Instantly, almost as if he were brought back to life, he pulled himself away from Rhi, and fell onto his back, inching away from her little at a time. His body, yet again, was shaking, but this time it was out of shock. He could not believe what he had just done, or just almost did, and it was a complete lapse in judgement. He took a breath to clear his mind, and he stood up, dusting himself off a little. Then, he looked at Rhi with a stone-cold look on his face, his eyes piercing, and his expression dark. "I will get you, one day. You don't have control over me. I'm not like everyone else." Bryce left it at that, not waiting to hear her response. He walked past her, his shoulder bumping into hers, and being completely unphased by it. Well, at least he was acting unphased. But, in reality, his whole life had just been put into a different light. And now, he wanted to go fix the things he had screwed up, starting with Joyce.