The full moon is shining brightly in the September skies tonight. This is the night for the damned.
For me, it is a cursed night because this is the only true light I receive in my immortal bounded soul. The wolves dance tonight; killers stalk their prey; the nocturnal awake.
This night is reserved for us, not them. This night is reserved for the monsters, the monsters that stalk your nightmares. How dare mere mortals disrupt our night with their nefarious plans!
They all apparate except for one mere soul. He’s mine.
I slowly manoeuvre out of the brush. I can hear every step that he makes: crunch, crunch. Darkness doesn’t hide you; you’re still vulnerable.
I grab my wand in my back pocket. It slides easily out of my pocket and into my hand. Ah, my good old friend.
I mutter, “Confringo
,” but at that moment, the Death Eater halts and my spell narrowly misses him.
I shoot another spell at him, but he shouts, “Protego!
And now the fight begins.
The dazzling colours flash by too quickly, and I dodge them efficiently. I simply take one step to the right, to the left, up, or down, and I dodge his attacks.
It’s amazing the energy wizards waste while duelling. They flail their arms; they run; they exert more power than needed. Perhaps, though, why the wizard wastes energy is because he needs to survive. I’m dressed for the kill.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” he calls out. I disengage his last spell, and the world creeps into eerie silence.
I see him in the distance, His face is gleaming with sweat, and he smiles crookedly at me.
“Who are you?” I call back.
He chuckles silently. “Why? So you can claim revenge after you lose tonight?”
“Perhaps,” I scoff. Does he not realise that I, a five hundred plus vampire, has had plenty of duelling experience?
“Well then, you have the honour of duelling Antonin Dolohov. And you would be?”
“A monster,” I respond, and I shoot a spell towards him that he deflects. The duel restarts once more.
More shattering pieces of light unfold as Latin words are disregarded. I falter in my step, and I realise that it is too late. I see his wand raised and the green light that comes hurtling towards me. I am defenceless.
It hits me and pummels me to the ground, my wand slipping out of my grip. First numbness consumes me, but then I contort in pain. The spell tries to kill me when I cannot be killed.
The pain recedes, and I manage to get to my feet, and he looks stunned, scared. “Who are you?” he frantically asks.
“I told you already. I’m a monster,” I repeat, revealing a malicious smile and a set of razor sharp fangs. As I stand there, though, I realise I am without a wand. I look quickly behind me to retrieve it, but as I turn around, Dolohov is in front of me, his wand alit.
I yelp in pain and immediately drop to the dirt ground, searching for my wand. I hear him kick it, and I am truly defenceless. The light burns!
“So you’re a vampire freak, huh?” he shouts at me. “Well, I’m going to make you enjoy this.”
He then sets my back on fire as a loud crack echoes in the background. I scream, but no one can hear me nor save me.
Who is my saviour? Aid me! I see my life flash by in clips. It’s ending. I’m dying, dying
I clear my mind from the pain, trying to save myself. I know there is a lake by, and I muster the strength to get there. But I’m fading, fading
I manage to get to the lake, and I plunge into it. Relief rushes through my body as the fire quickly dies down. I go back to being an animated corpse as I sink. I look up to see the full moon shining down brightly through the water as though an angel is with me.
But an angel is not here. This is the night for the damned. It is time to celebrate.