Mischief Managed (George Weasley-Love Story Book 2)

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 10
K's POV:

"Yes, well as you can see there will not be an alliance with Voldemort. We have nothing to gain no matter who wins, and if both sides are intent on killing each other off I say let them go at it. After all sorrow and fear that accompanies a war makes the blood taste so much sweeter doesn't it?" (Talan)

"You won't get away with this! Lord Voldemort will send others to get me!"

"HA! You are but a fool if you think that. He probably does not even know your name, I know that I have already forgotten it. Even if he did, you will be long dead and drained before anyone finds you." (Talan)

I watch as the man is pulled up to his feet and turned to face us before his mouth is covered to keep him from talking. Talan and the other two laugh a cold hard laugh as he struggles uselessly against their hold. Talan extends his hand out to me and Aleric squeezes my waist as a way to tell me to take his hand. I reach out and take hold of the hand and it's as cold as death itself. Talan takes my hand in a firm grip, but doesn't go to hurt me as he easily could do.

"Well we won't be siding with them as you can see, but we won't side with your side either. If any others come asking for an alliance then I'm afraid they'll have to join us for dinner. Now, since Aleric is rather fond of you for some reason, your options are a bit different from future visitors."

"How so Lord Talan?"

"Well, you can either become like this poor wretch, let us turn you, or feed from him before you go. I've heard most Dhampirs avoid human blood, but I'm curious as to why. Plus I want to see if your eyes will change color. So what will it be?"

I don't say anything at first but I know which option I will have to pick and it sickens me as I turn to face Talan and his growing smirk on his face. Aleric shoots me a pained look as I give my answer and attempt to keep any emotion from my face and my voice.

"I will feed from him."

"Marvelous. We actually have a shoulder spot that should work, that way as our guest you can have a clean bite spot."

He shoves me roughly up to the man, just as he is forced back onto his knees in front of me. The full moon is in two days, so I can only hope that I can keep it in control. I'm already in my vamp form and I feel the thirst grow as I watch the blood flow through his neck. I block out the whimpers and the whines of the Death Eater as I plunge my fangs into his shoulder and his blood rushes into my mouth.

It tastes nothing like George did. Whereas George made me feel complete and whole, this makes me feel like the monster I've always thought I was. It makes me feel empty and hopeless. It tastes of fear and hate, causing each emotion to grow within me, and yet I can't make myself stop as the more I drink the more I seem to crave it. I hear Aleric call my name softly and I hear Talan laugh before I can finally pull myself away from his shoulder.

The man is unresponsive and my first thought is that I've killed him, but then I hear his heartbeat. I hear Talan laugh again as he tells Rumple to take him back to the cell and leave food and water so he'll last another day or two. I clean my mouth and my fangs off as I feel Aleric's arm go around my waist again, as Talan begins to lead us out the door.

"You have been a joy to meet Dhampir, though I would recommend never coming again unless you decide to become one of us. We would gladly alter your being to that of ours should you choose though, you would do well here I say. Aleric my old friend, you are of course welcome here but I dare say we aren't cultured enough for your tastes. Oh I almost forgot. Monsters you said are made by their actions, so what does that make you Dhampir?"

I turn toward him and look into the mirror he is holding and I see my eyes. They are bright red, just like his. I feel Aleric grip my waist tighter as he bids a farewell from both of us as Talan laughs. I can say nothing. I can fell nothing but shame and fear at what I did and what it made me feel like. Aleric gets us to the edge of the woods somehow before turning to face me.

"Child I know you are upset, but your eyes will return to normal after a few nights. Right now though, you need to apparate home. Don't worry about me, just leave now. Talan will be sending men to hunt you in a cat and mouse game. I will see you at headquarters if Dumbledore will allow it. Now go!"

I find myself nodding at him as he shoves me away from him after giving me a hug. I close my eyes and apparate home, until I realize that home to me was wherever George was and I thought not of my house but of 12 Grimmauld Place. He was meant to be here with his family in a few days if they weren't here already. I find myself on the front stoop and quickly walk through the door and realize that it's 4 am in the morning and no one, whoever is here, will actually be awake right now. This thought doesn't upset me though, it makes me glad as I catch my reflection in the mirror in the hallway and see my eyes burning bright red.

I make my way to the living room, by the kitchen area and feel my knees give out a few feet from the fireplace. It's then that I start sobbing as I realize that I am more of a monster than anyone could have ever imagined, including myself. I feel my body shake as I sob as I think about what I did and it disgusts me. I am a monster, Talan knew and was right. I'm just as bad as Talan.