Hogwarts Vampire

Hogwarts Vampire Chapter 11

This chapter is dedicated to hater666 because of her funny comment and for making my day. Don't worry, there will be some butt kicking in the next chapter.

Also the new book cover is by Daisy.

Hogwarts Vampire Chapter 11

Macy's POV-

Tears poured down the my face. I ran faster and faster. I had to get away from all of these people. They all hated me! My life was ruined! Scratch that. My life was ruined from the very beginning. It was all because of the vampire blood running in my family. Had he even thought of what his stupid decision had done to our family? OK, I had joked about the vampire blood coming from something silly like a squirrel. I had lied about my Dad being at a conference.

He was in jail.

For killing a man.

That man was the one that cursed me. My Dad had done it out of revenge.

I knew it was a bad decision for coming here. I sped up running into the Forbidden Forest. My eye sight started going blurry from the tears. 

I started running deeper and deeper into the forest. It started to get darker and the trees gave an eerie aura. I kept running until I tripped on a tree root, falling downhill and head first into the dirt and dead leaves. I tumbled over bushes, shrubs and branches till I reached a dirt plane.

The rustling from me falling down the slope had ceased. Everything had gone a bit too quiet. I stopped rolling laying with my head in the dirt. I lifted up my head up while whipping off the grime from my eyes. I turned onto my back so I was gazing up towards the sky and let out a loud sob.

I lay there. My tears were mixed with the filth and grunge. I was pooped and felt ill. Actually I felt dehydrated. It was probably from not enough vitamins.. or blood. The bad man had said that if I didn't drink blood, I would die in the end. He also said it would be a slow and agonising death because I would be hungry all the time. He said that right before Dad punched him in the head. He didn't mean for it to hit a vital nerve.

I didn't even have enough energy to cry anymore. I was depressed from crying. I was usually the strong one. I never cried.

I didn't want to go back. Great. Now I sound like a whiny brat. To make things worse, my thigh had a large cut on it and was bleeding at a distressing rate. 

I was afraid. I was in fact, really scared. But what was I really really frightened of? Behold the truth. I was terrified of myself. 

I was a beast.

....Meant to lurk around in the dark. Supposed to be evil and wicked. Maybe I should just change.  I should turn into a real vampire. But what classifies a real vampire? Would I have to turn malicious and become a criminal of the night. Killing people and drinking their blood. I couldn't fight the urge much longer. I was a monster....

I could see myself biting Imma. All I wanted to do was make friends. I was so overwhelmed with the scent of blood and the build up of holding my hunger in that it all burst out.  If I hadn't run away I could of sucked her dry. Could? No would. 

My body was aching from sitting in the same spot and my legs were tired from running.

No one was going to find me. You want to know why. I was a feared for doing nothing. For just being me.

Crack

My whole body went into overdrive. My imagination went berserk. I was ready for what ever beast had come to eat me.