A/N This story is going to be a little different, but I had the idea bouncing around in my head and wanted to get it out! :) Readers familiar with the Twilight series may notice a few similarities, but don't worry, Hermione is NO Bella! Lol

Enjoy! I don't own any characters or plots.

Prologue

The younger one glided silently beside his older companion and tried to mimic the hunting motions. He knew that he was not supposed to attempt communication while on the hunt, but he found that he couldn't contain his questions.

"Why is it just the human we seek? Why is their soul our ultimate conquest? Does it hurt them?" The older one turned around slowly, his ragged cloak billowing in the slight breeze of the night.

"It isss not for you to quessstion. All you need to underssstand isss that they are our prey. That isss all. Nothing more, nothing lesss." His voice came out in a jagged hiss, as though he were unaccustomed to using it. "Now husssh. They are nearby."

"How do you know that?" The younger one asked, ignoring the warning to keep quiet. The older one made a noise that was similar to an exasperated sigh.

"I can sssense their emotionsss. Their happinesss...their hope...it drawsss me to them. It isss that energy that we draw upon to sssurvive." They drew closer, and a few moments later their intended prey came into view. It was a man and a woman walking side by side, laughing softly together, oblivious to the rapidly darkening night around them.

The younger one cocked his head as he surveyed the male and female before him. Their laughter was filling him with something, an urgent need that he couldn't explain or control. And yet, at the same time, he knew what would happen if he got any closer to them. Their happiness would quickly end, become nothing. And it would be inside of him. All of it. He watched the Older One descend slowly, scaly hands outstretched in anticipation.

"Come!" He commanded the younger one, but did not turn away from his prey to make sure that his order was followed. At that moment, the woman wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.

"Pourquoi la nuit est-elle devenue si froide?" Even though she spoke an unfamiliar language, her meaning was clear. The younger one knew what she was saying, they all said the same thing. Whenever they approached, the first things the humans noticed was the abrupt change in temperature. The female was undoubtably asking her companion why the night had become so cold. The man shrugged, and answered her in a worried voice,

"Je ne sais pas, mais je le sens aussi!" He put his arms around her, as if to shield her from an invisible enemy.

"Quelque chose est incorrecte!" The woman suddenly screamed, and the younger one knew that she sensed the presense of the older one, knew that her end was near. As if in answer, the older one clenched her face in his hands, stroked her jawline almost lovingly, and began to lower his head to hers. The man began screaming as well, and fell to the ground, clutching his head.

The younger one knew what was expected of him, knew what every instinct was calling for him to do. He struggled for a moment, and then gave in to the consuming need and glided toward the victim on the ground.