Hi guys! This is a new story that my friend and I are working on. Her penname is SaphireBethanyStaceySkyle, for those of you who want to read her other works!

So basically, I was scanning through the DSS&HP fictions and I found that Ilovethe stories that have Darren locked in a cage. So I decided to make one of my own. With a twist.

Beware of spoilers. Somewhere between books 9&10 for DSS. Book 4 for HP

All rights go to their respectful owner. The only thing we own is the plotline.

Chapter One:

"Toxins "

Third Person P.O.V

What is a vampire? Is it an animal? Is it a human? Does it have thoughts, feelings, memories? Does it only live for blood, or does it live for something more? Is a vampire a ruthless monster, living only on instinct? Where did they come from? Are they immortal?

These were all thoughts running through the minds of the three scouts sent on a hunt for answers. Vampires were crafty figures, forever escaping the grasp of the ministry. On one hand, they seemed like regular humans. On the other, they were purple-skinned monsters with red eyes and sharp claws. Why only a small part of this species was different had baffled wizards for centuries. But no longer. They would find out today. Amos Diggory could feel it in his bones. Something big would happen today.

Darren's Point of View

I woke up to the sound of my own screams. Another nightmare. I had been having them a lot lately. That kind of thing happens when you watch your mentor and closest friend's downfall. I fell back into my normal routine after my heart stopped threatening to burst out of my chest. After stretching, I wiped the sweat off of my face with the rag conveniently placed next to my hammock. Then I drank a glass of water to quench my dry throat. When I could talk without my voice cracking, I walked out of my tent. The day was beautiful, but I paid no mind. I simply stumbled through my chores, not noticing Mr. Tall standing behind me till I bumped into him.

"Sorry…" I mumbled, before turning to walk away.

"Wait, Darren," Mr. Tall's deep voice said from behind me.

"What?" I asked. "If the Little People are still hungry, tell them they can hunt for their own stinkin' food."

"No," he responded. "That is not why I have sought you out."

"Then what do you need?"

"I need somebody to run into town for me," he replied, black eyes not blinking. "We are running low on a few supplies, and I need someone to pick up some new ones."

By 'someone' he obviously meant me. I was in no mood to argue, so I took the paper he was handing me and scanned it. A few simple things like cups and plates were listed in Mr. Tall's small handwriting. How he could even hold a pencil, much less write such small words was beyond me.

We were only about a quarter of a mile from town, so I didn't have far to walk. I found a convenience store not far into the city and decided to check it out.

Third Person P.O.V

Having been searching the small town for hours, Cedilla Riddell was understandably tired. Her two other teammates had been casting a charm on practically every pale person they passed to see if they were possible vampires. None had proved to be legendary monsters yet, which didn't surprise the elderly witch. After all, most legends suggested that vampires couldn't be out in sunlight, didn't they? Personally, she thought that they were grasping for straws now. What was the likely hood that a class XXXXX beast would be lurking around a local convenient store?

So she almost didn't see the red sparks that shot out of her wand when she pointed it at a pale boy who was walking in the shadows of the alley. Almost, but not quite. Forgetting her need to be discreet, she shouted out to her companions.

"I'VE GOT ONE," she shouted excitedly. "I'VE GOT ONE!"

The boy's head whipped around in shock. With a look of horror, he realized that the woman was staring at him. He began to dash out of the alley, but he wasn't nearly fast enough. Jeremy Wilkins was standing by the edge of the road and managed to paralyze the surprised boy. He hit the ground face first, unable to put his arms out to catch himself. A loud crack sounded when he hit the ground, the concrete flooring breaking the young vampire's nose. Amos ran around from the other side of the road, huffing at the exertion. All three shared a glace before disapparating, Cedilla taking the vampire with her.

Darren's Point of View

I was frozen in place. Unable to move. Unable to do anything about the three strange creatures that began disappearing with loud 'pops.' I flinched internally when the eldest of the three grabbed my arm. Her touch felt like any old person touches you –soft but leathery at the same time– but there was a strange tingling feeling behind it. A jolt of sorts.

Then something unexpected happened. Another jolt, this one almost painful, zapped its way through my body. A sensation like being shoved down a drain followed shortly after. With the sound of another popping noise, the feeling stopped. I was still paralyzed, but I could see that I was no longer in the alley I was in just seconds before.

Below my nose, a glossy marble floor lay for a moment, before my vision was shrouded with black. One of the strange beings had mumbled a few nonsense words and pointed a stick at my face. It seemed almost like those sticks were… magic. I was carried across a room, where I heard murmurers arise. So there are people here? I thought to myself. Are they like the ones who captured me? Eventually the ding of an elevator sounded. We must have boarded the contraption, because I heard the gears of the machine turning.

A minute or so later, the elevator quit moving and I was carried out. We walked for a while longer, and passed few a through doors before the two men put me down on something cold. A table. They muttered a few more nonsense words and then the blindfold left my eyes. I reached up to touch my face, when I realized –I could move again! I attempted to jump off of the cold metal table I was on, but received a hard blow to my head when it made impact with an invisible force. It felt as if my head had been split in two. Groaning, I placed my injured head in my hands.

"You should tie him back down before he injures himself," one of my captors suggested.

"Sile," the female one whispered, once again rendering me immobile. "I suppose if he is frozen, that we can get rid of that shield. We need to start on these experiments soon. We still have to fill out those orders for the tournament."

"Alright, I suppose we can start on his reaction to blood intake," another voice announced, swiping his death stick near me.

"I've got the sterile syringes right here," the first voice said. "Who wants to be the test subject?"

Test subject? What on earth is going on here?

"I say the old hag does it," one of the men chortled. "If he goes after one of us, she doesn't have much time left here anyways."

"Shut it," the hag replied. "I'll do it since you two 'men' are such ninnies."

There was a bit of commotion and then one of the men stood over me, a needleless syringe in his hand. He forced my mouth open and pushed down the plunger on the syringe. Blood filled my mouth, along with pain. The blood felt almost too hot. I swallowed, because it was either that or drown, since my mouth was being forced closed.

Third Person Point of View
It didn't take long for the effects to take place. The vampire test subject begun to scream and thrash around, despite the binding spell put on him.

"Interesting reaction," noted the hag, who was jotting down notes on a clip board.

"I'll say," one of the men commented, staring at the struggling figure. While laughing, he said, "I don't think he likes it much at all!"

All of them circled around the table, writing down observations while the vampire writhed in agony. Amongst his mostly incoherent cries were names of different people. Larten, Harkat, Vancha, Annie, Steve. The scientist could make out certain Muggle curses and other unfamiliar ones.

"The curses we can't understand are probably vampire specific ones," Cedilla thought aloud.

"No shit!" cried Amos, rolling his eyes.

Darren's Point of View

I could faintly hear the strange beings' words over my screams of pain, which couldn't seem to stop rolling out of my mouth. I struggled to make sense of who was speaking and what they were saying, but the pain was too great. The blood was burning through my veins and making my mind foggy. My face felt too warm, my head too heavy. Vaguely, I could sense that I was shaking. The ceiling seemed to darken, slowly eclipsing over my eyes as my mind left me.

Third Person Point of View

The young vampire's symptoms only grew worse and worse. His eyes were dilated, his temperature several degrees about what it should be. Not a sprinkle of humanity could be seen in the eyes of the teenager as he attempted to claw his way out of his makeshift cage. The wizards were at a loss for what to do with their young subject. He seemed to understand no spoken language; no attempts to pacify him worked. They watched, completely horrified, as the boy practically shredded the rabbit they placed on his table.

The only conclusion they could reach is that the boy had just been turned. Maybe vampires lost their minds at the first taste of blood? Either way, they had a task they needed to finish before handing over the vampire, as promised. They would begin their testing as soon as they could get the creature to lie still.

Well, there's the introduction chapter. We hope you like it! :D

-Blood and Guts

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