Tom Riddle had a secret - he had murdered his family. Arabella Chambers knew his secret - she had witnessed it.
After Tom Riddle kills Arabella Chambers, he steals her wand for safekeeping. But, unexpectedly, Arabella shows up at Hogwarts, very much...
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Feywood Common Room (kind of what i imagined it like. choose either photo, imagining a fireplace somewhere)
Blood. It was the very essence of Arabella's immortal life. As a vampire, blood was not just a physical necessity; it was an insatiable hunger that gnawed at her insides, driving her to seek out its crimson warmth.
It was the source of her strength, her power, and her vitality. The more blood she consumed, the stronger she got. Increased speed, physical strength, mental compulsion capacity, and more — everything that was her as a vampire.
Arabella knew the consequences of not consuming enough blood. She had experienced the debilitating effects firsthand, the weakness that gripped her body, the darkness that clouded her mind. It was a state of existence that left her vulnerable, exposed to the dangers of the world around her.
Without blood, she would wither and fade, her strength waning with each passing day until she was nothing more than a mere shadow of her former self. Until she was weaker than a fucking human.
Her senses would dull, her reflexes slow. It was a fate that Arabella dreaded above all else. Being weak, being vulnerable — they were Arabella's worst fear. Without power and strength, she was nothing. Without power and strength, she was as vulnerable as she was when Albus had cursed her — when she was in love.
But even when she did consume blood, it was never enough. The hunger was always there, gnawing at her insides, driving her to seek out more and more to quench her ravenous appetite. More blood meant more strength, more power, and Arabella craved it like a drug.
Albus's curse worsened this tenfold. By preventing her from consuming human blood, he had effectively condemned her to a hopefully — no, definitely — temporary life of weakness and hunger. And so, to essentially not wither away and become a being weaker than a human, Arabella was forced to survive on the piece of shit that was animal blood.
Animal blood was a poor substitute for the real thing, lacking the richness and potency that human blood provided. It sustained her, yes, but it left her unsatisfied, her hunger never truly fulfilled. It was like trying to quench a raging fire with a mere drop of water — it provided temporary relief, but the flames still burned on, hungry for more.
Animal blood was the vegetarian version of a vampire's diet.
Arabella could feel the difference in her strength and vitality when she fed on animal blood. It was weaker, lacking the energy that human blood infused her with. It left her feeling drained and hollow, her powers diminished to a mere fraction of their true potential (though even that fraction was more powerful than any human could even imagine).
And unlike human blood, animal blood did not have the scent that tantalised Arabella. Human blood stirred a different type of hunger within her soul, calling to her. Through their scent, Arabella could dissect a person's soul, their desires, their fears. It was if their very essence was laid bare before her, a glimpse into the depths of their soul.
