Regulus is a bored, sullen vampire. James is in the wrong place at the wrong time. - "You were sick, and you were dying , so I looked for a solution. I found one. It came with a steep price." He studied their dead mother's doll-like stare, and traced the shape of her nose with a careful, precise fingertip. He moved with the fluidity of water. "We're both vampires. We'll both be vampires until our true deaths, whenever they come. We have to drink human blood, or the thirst comes. It can't kill us, the thirst, but it can make us suffer." "What can kill us?" Regulus asked, watching Sirius take a lock of their mother's black hair in his hand very gently, tie it in a little knot, then rip it from her scalp in one brutal movement. He tucked her hair in his pocket. "Sunlight." Cover Art Credit: Romantic Encounter by Mihály von Zichy

On a cold day in October, Regulus Black asks James Potter to help him kill the Dark Lord. James is swept up in machinations beyond his comprehension, and before his eighteenth birthday he has a Dark Mark on his arm and an innocent death on his conscience. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. New chapters are posted weekly. Cover Art Credit: silveryones on twitter