Isolated
I woke up nearly a month later in a hospital bed. Harry was asleep next to me in the bed, I was connected to multiple tubes and wires, and a nurse was replacing the IV in my hand. The nurse flushed my IV with some clear liquid and connected a bag of blood to the wire.
"What you doing?" I asked the nurse.
The nurse stared at me for a moment then ran out the door and into the brightly lit hallway. I looked at the blood bag and felt something inside me begin to crave it. I carefully slid out of bed and leaned the metal pole the bag sat on down so I could reach it. I took the bag off of the metal hook and turned the bag upside down. I took the thin tube at the top and ripped it off the bag. The blood smelled cold and sweet. I raised the bag to my lips and took a sip.
The blood tasted just as good as it smelled. I began to drink the blood like it was the first thing i had to drink in years. With every sip, my body felt more and more satisfied until... there was nothing left. The need for the deep red liquid rushed over me again and I began to smell something better than the cold blood. Warm blood. I turned my head to Harry and slowly made my way up to him. I could hear the way his heart pumped the liquid delicacy through his body. Smell the freshness his body made the blood as it maintained its warmed temperature. I backed away from Harry as the fear of hurting him flooded through my mind.
Doctors and nurses rushed into the room and stopped as they caught sight of me. I stared back at them. I knew they could sense something evil about me, although, I couldn't blame them. I sensed it too.
I felt myself internally contort as a loud, high pitched ringing filled the room. The medical personnel screamed as their ears began to bleed and one-by-one they dropped to the floor. I listened for their heartbeats to confirm if they were dead or not. The only beats I heard were Harry's and my own.
I quickly ripped out the fresh IV from my hand, took Harry into my arms, and ran out of the hospital as fast as I could.
The streets and buildings flashed by me but I still somehow knew where I was going. Within minutes, I reached the front door to 4 Privet Drive. I laid Harry down on the ground, rang the doorbell, and jumped so I sat on top of the roof.
I don't know how I knew to do that. I just did it.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon came outside and woke Harry up. The three looked around the street for around three minutes until they decided to go into the house. I could hear them go up the stairs and into their rooms. I could hear the neighbors snore and the wind gently brush against the grass.
I didn't want to hurt my family. I stood on the roof, closed my eyes, and jumped off. Halfway from the ground I felt something sprawl from my back and the back of my shirt. I opened my eyes and saw a pair of large, black, demon-like wings.
I looked terrified at my wings they swiftly swung back and forth. The feeling of hunger returned and my first reaction was to run. My wings spread out as wide as they could and I soared through the sky.
I returned to the hospital room and stayed there the remainder of the night. I was discharged a week later.
***End of Flashback***
Ever since that day, I stopped being around people all together. I would stay in my cupboard all day and refuse to come out unless it was absolutely necessary. It wasn't until I was seven, did I finally discover what I had become.
I was a vampire. But... not completely. I could eat regular food fine, I could go out in the sun, I aged (and normally), and my heart still had a beat. But the vampire inside me was icy cold to the touch, had wings, fangs and claw appendages (which I encountered later), and craved blood. I grew accustomed to the urge to feed on blood after a while and I was getting used to suppressing it... But around crowds, the temptation grew rapidly.
Then the visions started...
People would bump into me, occasionally, and I would be able to see what went through their minds. They only lasted a second in reality but felt like a whole movie preview of their lives. The majority of people were normal. Spouses, siblings, dead end jobs, bills, etc. But then there were other kinds of people: the ones with secrets that one would hope to remain in a Shirley Jackson, Anne Rice, or Ramsey Campbell novel.
Then I wondered about something... What if someone could get rid of the monsters of the world? What if I could be that someone?
I stopped suppressing my thirst after that.
Every demon dressed in human flesh I came across, I killed. I drained their bodies of blood so only their bones filled their skin coats.
With every new victim of my own, I grew stronger. My senses of sight, sound, and speed heightened. My mentality grew to an abnormal level. By the time I turned 10 I had the mental capacity of a full grown adult. I even graduated high school in May after my 10th birthday. Now all I have left to do is rot in my cupboard until Harry gets back from his first year at Hogwarts, tomorrow.
I just hope I can control myself when he comes home. My abilities weren't the only things to heighten.
The urges did too.