unknown darkness ( MAKEENA )

[Nicholas James Potter]

Nick was stuck in a bad place. He was at the front doors of the school, his hands on the door itself, but he wasn't moving. There was a monster inside of him, waiting to be released, waiting to hunt. Nick was trying to push against that monster to keep it in its place. It was something unlike any other, well, actually, like many others. But nobody knew about the monster that Nick was. He had not told anybody about how he had been turned into a monster, how it ran through his veins. He would not die so easily anymore, which was a bonus. But it had happened three years ago, and Nick could not stand it. Every week, the same routine, the same old longing for the thrill of the hunt. It pushed against Nick until his arms pushed open the doors of the castle, and he stepped out. The eerie moonlight that hit him was sourced from the 3/4 full moon above him, joining the twinkling diamonds that were called stars. Nick could not notice that, though. His irises had moved from a chocolate color to pure black. His focus was on the beating hearts of the animals of the Forest. He began to walk down toward the forest, stepping down the stone steps, his Converse trainer making dull sounds when they hit them. Nick was cautious, making sure nobody was following him from nearby or sighting him. The last thing Nick needed would be to have someone find out his secret and go off telling everyone. Nobody knew about his secret, absolutely nobody, and he planned on keeping it that way. His parents - well, he did not even want to start into that. Nick could not even figure out what his siblings would react with. Simon would probably find that as a reason to dislike him more, and his younger twin sisters, well, they'd probably either be disgusted or fascinated or worried. There were too many emotions around for Nick to toy with any of them by telling his family. He probably wouldn't even have any friends after if he told any of them.

He continued down sneakily, making sure he wasn't seen or heard, and crept past Hagrid's Hut. His father had told him about the many adventures he'd endured with Hagrid, and how Hagrid had helped him so much through the years. Nick's father also told him that Hagrid used to like to keep many odd and dangerous pets, and a rather humorous thought processed through his mind - Nick saw himself caged as one of Hagrid's dangerous pets. A smirk crossed his face, but as soon as his sharp canine teeth rubbed against his lips, he frowned, and entered the Forest. Twigs snapped under his feet, and he halted, looking down to his feet before continuing. He would have to watch his step if he did not want to be heard. The Threstral stalls beside Hagrid's Hut were full of Threstrals, who moved back with the presence of Nick. They were intimidated by a more lethal creature, and Nick did not blame them in the slightest. Stepping further in, Nick kept quiet, observing the scenery and creatures around him. He was despised by many magical creatures because he survived on the blood of other non magical creatures. It was a difficult way to live, but it had to be done. there was no other way to get blood unless he told people, and secrecy was all he wanted. Nick did not want to be viewed as any more different than he already was; being a Potter signaled to the world that he was different. He was recognized as a potter, the son of the famous Harry Potter, the son of the Chosen One. Being any different would be like being the only person in the world to have a disease that could not be cured. So, Nick was not going to tell anyone about anything, because he was the monster. It was easier not to be close to any of his siblings because then he did not become a threat to them. He was a new vampire, and he was not able to become a decent person in society and not be a danger to everyone around him. Nick tried his best to cope, but some times, it was rather difficult to remain normal. teenage stress was bad enough. Finally, Nick reached the place where he usually found a few sufficient animals. He sunk low to the ground, waiting for the animal to be close enough and vulnerable for him to attack.

A doe, as it was, stood all large and proud, feeding so bravely in the night while others watched on from behind the forestry, afraid to be eaten. Well, the over confident doe would soon learn her mistake of being too confident in herself. Nick crouched in a feral position, watching the doe's every move as adrenaline pumped through his own veins. There was no more Nick, it was now an animal who would guide him through the hunting process. There was always remorse after, but there was hardly a thing to do about it. When the doe's neck was exposed, Nick thrust forward, catching the doe and biting in without hesitation. The taste of blood set him off, and sent the clan of does running for their lives. A slight cry came from the doe, and one movement from Nick, and the cry ceased. He hated, absolutely hated having to kill animals to live, but survival of the fittest was pushed into his mind whenever he thought of the innocent creatures. Standing, there was a crimson stain lining his mouth. He cleared it with his tongue, licking up the remainder of blood from his mouth, and continuing to drain the poor animal, who had not suffered for long, thankfully. Some times Nick would set a spell on the animal, so it would not be as painful for them, but other times, his vampire senses would just kick in and he'd kill it himself. Nick sneaked into the Hospital Wing some times to grab a few vials of blood, but he did not know how to control his unexpected urges, and since nobody knew about him being a vampire, nobody could help him or teach him. Reading in books only went so far. A crack of a twig alerted Nick, for it sounded human and nearby, and he threw the doe, pulling out his wand quickly and muttering a spell for it to go further and be hidden. He turned, forgetting completely that he had blood still on his face, and accidentally stepped on a hopping rabbit nearby, killing it. "Oh no, no no no no." He mumbled, stumbling back, wanting to run but his muscles disapproving of the motion. "Who is there? Show yourself." Nick commanded, in a more stern and demanding tone than he'd used before. He was not in the mood to be bothered, and found out. His wand was aloft, and he'd be ready to fight or send a memory charm if the person considered telling a soul.

[makeena lexie sullivan]

( it won't end tonight , )

What time was it? It seemed like Makeena had been standing in the same spot for like ever and she was getting bored and tired of it. Okay so maybe she shouldn't have accepted being a prefect for her year/house when she was given the post. Still she liked a prefect, not so much of staying up at night standing alone in some bloody deserted corridor but the fact that she could stay up and go about doing as she pleased as long as she didn't get caught doing something illegal or whatever. She may not be the best prefect but she was still a good and responsible one who did her job with her best capability, better than most of the prefects she knew anyway. It was indeed interesting sometimes, the people she caught and the stuff they were caught doing. Sure some guys have tried to do some stuff to her, the older guys of course, and she had a fun time putting them in their place and beating them at their very own sweet game. She now had some sort of reputation, the good and bad girl at the same time. Mostly good on the outside, evil and what not deep in. It was weird to most people who knew her when she first transferred to Hogwarts in her 2nd year, the quiet goody goody Ravenclaw had changed since then. Liking parties and drinking and flirting around with boys much more than before, often liking to take risks and what not. She was a completely different person and no one could blame her when the found out she was staying with a bunch of Death Eaters, thinking that her uncle and aunt were her parents, they were all even surprised that she was in Ravenclaw and that it took so long for her to become like one of them. It was still a mystery to most as to why she was still such a good student and still a much nicer person that most evil true purebloods they knew.

Makeena snapped out of her inner thoughts when she heard footsteps from around the corner. Her automatic reaction was to grab her wand and be alert, it could be anyone. She wasn't afraid but she wanted to be able to defend herself if she needed to. Before she could make her way to check who it was, she saw another prefect coming her way, a young boy of the same age from Gryffindor. He gave her a smile and she smiled back, it looks like her duty was finally over and it was his turn to take over her spot. Running her fingers through her long brown hair, she nodded faintly in his direction before turning on her heels and walking away. She knew she wasn't going to go back to her dorms seeing as she wasn't tired/sleepy at the very moment. It was when she saw the grand entrance that she decided that maybe she'd head out for a quick stroll till her tired eyes warned her of her sleepiness. Shoving her wand into her pocket, she loosened her Ravenclaw tie and walked out of the grand grey castle many took as a second home. Her half untucked shirt and short skirt was definitely not the perfect outfit for a cold night but it didn't really matter to her. Her long brown hair fell below her shoulders and swayed slightly as the wind blew gently, kissing her pink cheeks. It was indeed a chilly night compared to the others and it seemed that no one was around. Makeena the young 16 year old girl wasn't sure where she was heading but it seemed that from where her feet were bringing her it was the forbidden forest. The very place she has never actually been to except for one very drunken night she had with her sort of boyfriend, Abraxas Malfoy but that was another story for another time.

She wasn't so sure whether she'd be okay there but it didn't matter. There wasn't a full moon so there wouldn't be any werewolves out there for tonight which was a comforting though as she stepped foot between the large haunting trees. It was dark, of course it was, who knew what other creatures lurked about the area, dark creatures who loved the night and the shadows. Creatures she prolly has learned about before in her class but can't seem to remember for that very moment she was walking on the dirty path. It was when she heard a faint sound of what seemed like sucking of liquid that her eyes widen slightly, she looked around her hazel brown eyes alert searching for the source of the sound. She walked carefully and silently towards where she thought the sound was coming from, when she accidentally stepped on a twig and she herself heard it snap she swore silently hoping the creature of thing didn't hear her. It was when she heard a boy speak that she let out a breath of relief, if it was just another student she had nothing to worry about. Though the boy's voice did sound a bit tensed and hostile. She walked further down and her heart almost dropped when she saw her former best friend Nicholas Potter and a deer, and blood. Not only oozing from the deer but traces of blood around Nick's mouth, Wh.. Whaat? Nick, yoou're a vampire? What the hell was going on?

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[Nicholas James Potter]

It was obvious then that no matter what Nicholas did, he would be caught. If he ran, someone would inevitably follow him and hunt him down. If he fought the person without seeing them first, he could get in worse trouble than he already was. If he tried to hide the evidence, he would become someone of suspicion, especially with the remnants of blood on his mouth. Nick was running out of options before he could think up any new ones, and before his brain could function properly enough to distinguish a fail proof plan from a faulty one, there was a figure emerging between the thicket of trees. The first item he noticed was blue and brown - the colours of his very exact house. of course it had to be someone of his own House, where else could he go wrong with his night? Then, looking further up the profile, he noticed long, dark brown hair cascading past the shoulders, and knew he was in for it now. No girl would be impressed in even the slightest, and he had ruined his cover now. There was always the Memory Charm, where he would take away their recollection of what would go on tonight, but he honestly did not feel up to getting himself into more of a chaotic and idiotic situation. The voice was recognizable; and once Nick had caught sight of her face - well, it was all over and done for him now. He cleared his mouth of blood with the back of his hand, and took the blood away with a nonverbal spell from his wand. No need to raise alarm by muttering enchantments. She sounded so far into disbelief, and did he hint disgust in her voice? Makeena had every right to be, and he did not honestly blame her for looking at him and speaking to him in the way he did. If he weren't a vampire, he'd react the same way.

He shifted uncomfortably, trying to piece together a justified statement as to why he was what he was and how nobody could know about it without giving away too much information. She was dating the eldest Malfoy, after all, a snooty and pathetic excuse for a human being. He felt he was so high up compared to the rest of the world when really the Malfoys had fallen from their state of pride when Voldemort fell. Now who was on top of the world? The Potters, and Nick could honestly not give a damn about it. "Now won't that be a great story to tell everyone. Nick Potter's a bloodthirsty vampire, I bet you're boyfriend with absolutely love to hear about that." Nick began nearly spitting out all of his words. Anger had tempted him into being used as the tone of voice, and had won in temptation. He immediately regretted it, and winced a bit as he realized what a git he was being. "Sorry about that. I'm a bit fragile right now in my current state. Wasn't thinking. Blimey i'm a mess." Nick stated, then looking at himself and at the ground. He then noticed that Makeena had yes, figured him out. And she could not tell anyone. Because if word went around the school, well, to put it bluntly, he'd be transferring to Durmstrang faster than you could say Quidditch. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as he prepared himself to continue. Nick could not just leave Makeena without answers, and seeing as she'd already seen all the proper evidence to draw her own conclusions, Nick may as well give her truth instead of departing her with assumption.

He breathed in gently, the smell of pine and the tree bristles around him entering his nostrils. It was nice now to smell something other than the crimson poison he adored. "I know we haven't been the best of friends lately, but you've got to hear me out. I can't have anyone knowing i'm a vampire. Seriously. And it's not because it would completely tarnish the family name, because I could care less. I just, I really don't want to be thought of as a vampire. Right now, it wouldn't be good for me. Please understand." Nick explained to her, lifting his brown eyes to meet hers, and trying to get through to her. Nick was never really a very sensitive guy, but when trying to convey a message in all seriousness, it was his time to show that he had a lot of emotion to give. Nick was there to support his friends and have them be a support back, but if they didn't want to, then that was fine. If Makeena wanted to flounce around announcing it, that was he decision and Nick could not partake in an argument against it. Times had changed between the two of them and it was difficult to say if she'd changed more for the worse or the better. With all of the partying and such that she now did, Nick hardly could get a word in with her, and they were in the same House! She used to hang out with him and his friends, and the two of them used to hang out so often, but now it was a mere greeting or brief nod in the hallways as they passed by each other. Oh, how the times had changed. He looked at her, his eyes pleading while his face was calm, unsure about what Makeena would do or say.