*Dorien was down in the dungeon. He was standing in the dark, his eyes flashing in the torch light. He was wearing a black shirt with long sleaves to cover his skin, and it made him appear all the more terrifying. He needed the potion. Dorien felt as if he would die if he didn't get it soon. He waited for Tyrin, his sences high and sharp*

Tyrin appeared from nowhere, almost looking like he had apparated into the dungeons. Of course, he had transformed but few knew of his ability.He was waring his long hogwarts robes with an orange sash worn diagonally downwards. He had his wand in a very ralph-fiennes style, as if it were about to fall out of his fingers.

"Hurt, so kind of you to pop by. Tea?" Tyrin broke a smile. Then, footsteps were heard in the distance - he created a sound barrier around them.

*Dorien heard the footsteps but ignored them. He stayed back in the shadows, trying not to concentrate on the smell of Tyrin's blood that filled the small chamber* "Give me the potion." *He demanded quietly*

"Hurt, why would I want to help the enemy? Things have changed since our last meeting." His wand curled in his hands, forming a dim light from the end. "The Family wants to enslave the likes of you. You are Unfortunates with one fate: doom. Please, dont place me in an unprofessional position."

*Dorien took a deep breath and let it out slowly.* "Listen to me Tyrin." *He said dangeriously, stepping out of the darkness and moving towards him.* "You're going to give me the potion."

"Don't push me Hurt," Tyrin raised his wand over his head. "However I do not have the potion. I destroyed the last batch and havnt made any more. Its too bad really - you'll just have to do without..." He smiled.

A boy with gingery hair and a beaming face whistled and skipped past Tyrin and towards Dorien. His name was Percy Tyneside.

*Dorien watched the boy, smelling him as he came close.* "That's a lie Tyrin..." *He said, his voice still low. Dorien's eyes, now black from hunger, flashed from Tyrin to Percy.* You stupid boy....get out of here... *He knew he should warn him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it*

Tyrin looked in disgust at the boy who had interupted such a dramatic moment. He slashed his wand through the air and sent a powerful cutting curse at percy who fell and nursed his chest, drenched in blood.

"Its not a lie you miserable f*ck. Its the damn truth. Accept it."

*Dorien went tence st the smell of the blood. He hadn't even heard what Tyrin had said. Annd his sences had been flooded. There was blood, and a lot of it, and it was strong and it was over powering and intoxicating and it was just....there....being wasted. Dorien tried to resist, but he knew he couldn't for long*

Tyrin smiled and watched percy scream for his mother over and over again. "Look what you made me do, filth!" He spat at Dorien then realised. "Blood - does it smell good? Does it smell...intoxicating?"

Tyrin stepped forward, "Taste some, why not? Its there right in front of you."

*Dorien drew back and circled the boy on the floor. He took a deep breath, the smell of his blood swimming around his head. Dorien couldn't resist any longer. He got down on one knee and picked up Percy's hand. He turned it over and examined his pulsing veins in his wrist. Slowly, Dorien bent and drank deeply. He closed his eyes, feeling Percy's heartbeat slow as his own raced. When he was dead, Dorien pulled back. His eyes were tinged with red, and they remained black. He looked up at Tyrin, wanting his blood as well. He crouched and grinned. Blood stained his lips and teeth but they still shined with a supernatural quality in the dim light. He took in another breath and let it out slowly, savoring the taste and smell of human blood that he hadn't expierenced in over 50 years.* More....

What had he done? He had unleashed the monster, instinctivly he threw up a strong shield and backed away. He tripped and his shield faltered. He squirmed along the floor, backing away from the vampire.

"Dorien. Calm yourself - it doesn't have to be this way!" He roared, horrified at Percy.

*Dorien shook his head and sauntered slowly towards Tyrin* "Give me one good reason why not..." *Dorien's wand was in his pocket, but he didn't touch it. He stood by the doorway, blocking his exit. Then at Vampire speed, he ran in circles around the room, appearing as a blur. He stopped inches from Tyrin* "As if you could out run me..." *He reached down and picked up a rock on the floor. He effortlessly crushed it in his hands* "As if you could fight me off." *He laughed cruely, unable to keep the monster inside him in check. His throat felt like it was on fire from the desire for Tyrin's blood* "As if you could kill me....." *He sliced his own wrist with his glass like fingernail, like glass in their clear shade, and watched it heal again after a moment. He looked up at Tyrin once again, his eyes still wide, dark, and hungry.*

Far away down the corridor, Coldstone Harshing watched all in stealth with various complex enchantments. He liked what he saw, the brutish power of a Vampire crippling such a moron of a slytherin. The little f*ck was an embarrassment. Harshing watched in anticipation, hoping that the Vampire would kill one of the Family.

"If you kill me..." he panted "...you will be a marked man. The Family will crush you - your little spell at Hogwarts will come to a very. Abrupt. End."

Tyrin got up and reinforced his shield, his mouth trembling, his eyes quivering with what looked like tears. "You stay away!" He said like a kid of three.

*Dorien paused a moment, just to consider it. He brought a white hankercheif (sp) out of his pocket and wiped the blood from his mouth. The deep red stains on the pure white linnen that Dorien held in his cold pale hand shown clearly in the darkness as if they were smouldering. Dorien took in another deep breath, his mouth slightly open, the tips of his fangs visable, and let it out with a small chuckle. He spoke in a condesending manner, treating his like how he was acting* "I'm not going to kill you Tyrin..." *His voice was soft but menacing* "I wouldn't want to waste my time.....people like you never satisfy my taste...."

Tyrin glanced at Percy's body then ran down the corridor, his orange sash falling on the way. He collided with an invisible barrier and fell to the floor. He began wailing, banging on the barrier. "LET ME OUT!" He screamed, his chest bones were cracking witht he pressure from his heart. His primordial instinct told him: get out. He didnt care what Dorien said, a deep fear had swelled inside of him.

"Lower the barrier!" He begged Dorien.


***

Harshing a little way away held the barrier water-tight.

*Dorien could feel the electricity flowing therough his veins, and he could taste fresh venom in his mouth. He had expected the reaction from Tyrin...normally, humans knew in their collective subconsious that they were dangerous and stayed away from them. Espically, like now, when they were thirsty. Dorien walked up and stood behind him, breathing down his neck. His breath was cold but had an oder to it that tended to draw his prey to him* "I didn't put up a barrier, Tyrin." *He kept his voice low and dangerious.*

"But I did," a raspy voice echoed through the dungeons - a cold cackle followed before the darkness once more went into silence. Then a figure came from the darkness, two bloody dots came into focus.

"Kill him Vampire. Lets share his pain together."

***

Tyrin screamed, throwing all his weight onto the barrier.

***

*Dorien stood, silent. He watched Tyrin as if he was broed with him. When he was done deciding if he realy wanted to kill him or not, which he didn't, because he knew how much he would be wanted for Tyrin's death, he looked up at the other man without a hint of fear.* "Coldstone Harshing?" *He asked, recgonizing him from the pictures that were in the papers for years and years*


ooc: why arn't you on MSN adam? lol

Coldstone revealed his figure in its entirity, just beyond the invisible barrier. "Yes, breaking into this school was easier than sucking blood!"

Harshing pointed his wand at Tyrin and muttered in a strange language. Tyrin went limp and unconscious, yet still breathing. Harshing locked on his eyes and read all his thoughts.

"We have a common enemy Vampire. The Family hate us both and very soon we shall both be dead. Yes, you heard right," he hissed. "They will find a away to eradicate Vampires, Sentinus is an ambitious man who made a mistake the day he became my enemy."

OOC: Im on the downstairs PC which is a strange feat. lol.

*Dorien sighed. He had a headache and he didn't care for being refered to as 'Vampire' but he let it go. It wasn't important at tyhe moment* "There is a way to kill us...it's not well known, but it's posssible." *He mused quietly before locking eyes with Harshing again.* "I remember you. I've read about you through the years. Why should I trust you and not just kill you now?" *Dorien had no intention of harming him; he just wanted to know if he could trust him. But he figured he would get a better answer if Harshing through his life was in danger.*

"You may be able to slaughter a foolish little f*ck like Tyrin but not me, Vampire. I am the most powerful Wizard in this castle. And perhaps, this entire putrid little country."

He twisted his wand through the air and began to contort Tyrins bones, morphing him and sending him into indescribably agony. Harshing smiled then in a flash of purple light Tyrin was a mutated monster, unconscious and askew on the floor.

"I do not need you, Vampire. Your part in my plans is somewhat minimal. I dont need to prove my trust."

"Your plans?" *He scoffed* "I'm not going to just be a pawn in your plans, harshing." *Dorien held his hands behind his back and circled the room slowly, looking at Tyrin, then back up to Harshing*

"When you possess my intellect, skill and ability you shall no longer be a pawn. FOr millions before you, that day never came. I am and always will be better than the majority of the population. All are pawns."

He gritted his teeth, "Apart from the Grand Sentinus. He is not a pawn but a player. And when two players meet it becomes a game. Dorien, you are part of this game. I have a feeling you shall become a player. Choose your side."

*Dorien watched him intently. He didn't bother to ask how he knew his name.* "Alright. I'll help you." *He agreed. Dorien knew that he wasn't going to be able to do this all alone, and that he would have to team up with someone...it might as well be someone that wouldn't hold him back*

"I want you to leave Tyrin where he is, flee to your dorm and pack everything. The magic invoked on his body will heal on the hour, he will go running to Hans - I have implanted that notion into his mind." Harshing smiled at his handywork. "When he gets up he wont rest until he reports you to Hans. Then the fun begins. I will be watching. Prepare to fight DOrien."

*Dorien couldn't help but grin a little at the idea.* "I don't have anything of importance in my dorm...I've been clearing it out over the past few weeks....I knew something was going to change, and I wanted to be ready when it did..." *He grinned fully, flashing his brilliant teeth that normally subconsiously caused unease to the people around him*

Harshing was wary, perhaps not frightened. He had encountered vampires in the wild twice before and slain several on those times in the Dark Defense League. It had not been pretty, several of his friends had been "turned", others murdered.

He had been cautious ever since. He quickly magicked a cross around his neck, not sure if it would do much however it was worth conjuring.

"Then go, we have only an hour, In the morning, we have have to leave the castle. Its easier for me to get back in than a Vampire, tell no one of this, not even that little putrid f*ck-up Kiley. The werewolves deserve to be slaughtered for the beasts they are, we as intelligent creatures can be saved."

Harshing stepped away, about to walk through the wall beside him: his trademark power.

*Dorien watched for a moment before running as only a vampire could. So there was a werewolf in the school known as Kiley. He had heard the name and had smelled the werewolf from when she had been in the halls. And of course, he remembered, they had watched the memory of a small girl...kiley...being attacked by a werewolf. Although vampires and werewolves were enemies, he couldn't help but feel bad for her.*