My first kill

We stood near the pavement in a place where there weren't a lot of muggles. Alaric double-checked if nobody was around.

"Stick out your left hand and raise it in the air. Because you have wizard blood in your veins you should be able to call the bus even though you don't have a wand."

Was he referring to the Knight Bus? Must be, I raised my hand like he said and suddenly there was a bus in front of my face. To be honest I almost shat my pants. It wasn't a very nice experience to see a bus appearing out of nowhere.

A man opened the doors of the bus and introduced himself. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this fine day."

I kind of looked at the conductor of the Knight Bus in a shocked way. He's just like how he was in the movie. Maybe a little younger but still. I always thought his story was a bit sad. Getting convicted for being a death eater and sent to Azkaban under a false conviction must really suck.

"Well don't just stand there, come in!" And Stan turned around and went into the bus. We followed him in and both sat on a bed.

I looked around. There were no seats; instead, half a dozen brass bedsteads stood beside the curtained windows. Candles were placed in brackets beside each bed. A witch muttered in a nightcap at the end of the bus muttered, "Leave me alone, I'm playing gobstones" And rolled over in her sleep.

"Hello mate, I'm Stan and this is Ernie Prang, the driver of the great Knight Bus." I nodded at them. Next to Ernie was a shrunken head with large dreadlocks.

"Whereabouts are you two headed." Stan asked us. "We're headed to the leaky cauldron. It's not too far." Alaric answered.

Stan turned to the driver Ernie, "D'you hear that, Ern? They're headed to the Leaky Cauldron." Suddenly the shrunken head spoke in a Jamaican accent.

"Ah, The Leaky Cauldron! If you have the pea soup, make sure you eat it before it eats you!" When I heard that I made up my mind about ever eating the pea soup. I wasn't going to eat a soup that could bite back.

"Take her away, Ern." Suddenly the bus boomed forward and you could definitely feel we were moving. Maybe a bit too fast to my liking.

The shrunken Jamaican head spoke once more, "Yeah, take it away, Ern! Fasten your safety belts, clench your buttocks! It's going to be a bumpy ride!"

When the shrunken Jamaican head said that we moved even faster. It was like we were shredding the space time continuum itself. I tried to look if there were any safety belts but the ones that I thought to be safety belts turned into little toy snakes when I touched them.

"Like those don' ya? You can have 'em for 6 sickles each, but if ya buy 3 ya can have em for 1 Galleon. Good deal ay?" Stan said with a smile on his face.

I just ignored him and looked straight. If I moved even a centimeter I was sure I would throw up. After a lot of squeezing and compressing we finally arrived at our location.

"The Leaky Cauldron! We've arrived, 6 sickles each please." Stan put his hand forward in a demanding manner and Alaric put a sickle in his hand.

"Thank you very much." I said, grateful to be alive. I don't know why wizards would travel in that thing willingly, much less pay for it. They must be insane.

I stepped off the bus and was happy to be alive, to be breathing the polluted London air, one couldn't ask for a greater blessing.

Alaric and I headed to the Leaky Cauldron and entered the premises. This was my first time in the Leaky Cauldron and to be honest it was pretty fun to see the setting for the first time.

There were wizards all sizes and shapes nipping their butterbeer or a stronger ale. There were a couple wizards having a discussion which wand was the best. It was just like a dick measuring contest to be honest, but with wands of course.

Alaric and I quickly passed through the crowd and headed to the entrance of Diagon Alley. But we got a lot of stares, probably due to our matching white hair. It was of course not usual to see two white haired people without them being a member of the Malfoy family.

Alaric led me to the first shop that caught his eye. It was with broom equipment and all other sports. Alaric turned around "Have you ever ridden a broom lil bro?"

I shook my head. "We desperately need to change that!" Alaric said enthusiastically. But before we went inside I tugged on his coat. "Are you sure you should spend this much money? You don't even have enough to buy things on your own."

Alaric laughed, "Yes, normally that would be the case. But Lycan allowed me to use his funds for the day. So why not splash some cash."

I chuckled, I guess it wouldn't hurt to be spoiled now and again. Also Alaric seemed to be enjoying himself. And I didn't want to ruin his fun. Getting a broom would also be useful for future

In the display there was the Air Wave Gold, the predecessor of the Nimbus 2000 and the Firebolt. It had a sleek design and the front of the broom bends upward. So you could sit more comfortably.

All in all it looked like a great broom. It seemed to be a broom used by athletes and on the plaque it said "Fastest broom of the decade" It gave off a similar vibe like when there were those commercials in my previous life for toothpaste. "9/10 Dentist approve of this toothpaste"

Like what's wrong with the toothpaste that the 10th dentist didn't like it, but that's besides the point. We went inside the store and bought the broom, with additional cleaning equipment of course.

We went back outside with the broom in hand and headed to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. It's not that we were hungry or something like that, but they were so good. We just had to get one.

Alaric got the Chocolate Chili and I just got a vanilla. Can't knock vanilla, it's just one of those flavors that remain good. No matter how many times you eat it.

After we finished our ice cream we headed towards Gringotts. I was curious to what Hisoka had written in those 2 years that I hadn't visited Diagon Alley.

We entered Gringotts and we went to the nearest Goblin teller. The teller looked at me with a look of disdain. I didn't hate the creatures per se, but they sure seemed to hate me. Maybe because I called one of them Mike Wazowski, but come on, it was funny.

"Hello there Mike Wazowski, I would like to withdraw the letters that were deposited on Anthony's name, no surname." I told the goblin, I knew it was kind of a gamble to tell Hisoka to send the letters under my name at Gringotts. But I couldn't make him send them to me directly. That would be foolish.

Luckily it seemed like it was a success and the goblin went to collect something. When he got back he handed me the letters. But before he let go he said one thing "Who's Mike Wazowski."

I had to improvise, but I think I pulled it off. "Mike Wazowski was a king 500 years ago, to this day he still is the man who had acquired the most gold ever. He managed to assemble a great muggle empire in The New World. Sadly he wasn't well known because he hid behind a phony king to keep himself safe. He was a wise muggle that lived a long life and most of all, a wealthy one."

The goblin looked at me with big eyes "Is that true?" I lied with a straight face and just nodded. The goblin's eyes filled with respect. "I thought you were making fun of me all those years ago, but you called me by a respectful name. I'll tell the other goblins about your respect for our kind!" The goblin said with a serious expression.

Well… uhh… that sure was convenient… I smiled at him and just said "No worries, it's my pleasure." After I said those words I quickly turned around and exited the building. I wasn't going to question my luck and just went with it.

I put the letters inside my coat and Alaric and I headed off. "Were you speaking the truth back there?" Alaric inquired. I chuckled, "What do you think?" I responded and was trying my best not to laugh out loud.

"You're a bold one little bro, I have to hand it to you." Alaric was now laughing loudly and people were looking at us strangely, but we didn't care, we were having fun. It felt good having fun like this, I haven't had fun like this in ages. Looking back, did I ever have fun like this? Probably not. I never had real friends.

I thought we were going back home when Alaric suddenly pulled me into Knockturn Alley. "Wait, stop, what are we going to do here?" I inquired, I wasn't just going to go back to this place without a good reason.

"We're going to buy you a beaded bag with an Undetectable Extension Charm, you can't walk around with that broom in your hand. And… Lycan asked me to let you experience vampire culture, it feels bad lying to you so there, now you know." Alaric said with a hesitant expression.

I nodded, "I already knew that, but what does that mean? What are we going to visit to make me experience vampire culture?" I asked him, I wasn't sure yet what vampire culture meant yet. A feeding house sounded promising, but I didn't really want to kill someone innocent.

"We're going to a feeding house, it's in an obscure location. It's front is some random shop but if you go inside and tell the clerk the password he'll let you get into the feeding house ." Alaric told me. Alaric then dragged me along to Boring & Burke's and purchased a beaded expandable bag for me.

I put the broom, the equipment for the broom and the letters inside the bag and we went to the shop. Before we entered Alaric took me to the side.

"By the way, I won't tell anybody about those letters. I know that is private stuff, but promise to me that you don't get into any major problems. Otherwise I'll intervene." Alaric said with a smile. It was good to know that he cared for me.

We headed inside, it was a dusty store and most items seemed to be out of stock or out of date. There were some odd things like wrinkled hands and stuff.

The other thing I immediately noticed is that it was dark, very much so. Not any light from outside the store reached in. The windows must be put under some charms or something to block the light from coming in.

Behind the counter of the store was the most obvious looking vampire I had ever seen. He wasn't even covering his red eyes, his skin was very pale and there was still some blood on the corners of his mouth.

"Hello Alaric, and hello young one, good to see you again. We have some young maiden in stock, just how you like them." The store clerk said.

Alaric flushed and seemed to have a tinge of guilt. He quickly responded, "We won't need any of them right now Damien. I want the worst muggles you have, ones that have committed major crimes."

Damien looked at Alaric and made a face. "Why would you want them? They taste weird?" Damien responded curiously. Alaric insisted and said the password "Hungary"

The door behind the clerk opened and the metallic scent of blood immediately invaded my nose. And I hated to say this but I liked the smell. The smell of fresh blood, it made me hungry and I craved it.

Normally that wouldn't be the case but if there was no way around it then it definitely seemed to affect me. It was intoxicating, and I liked it. I felt disgusted but maybe this is who I was, I'm a vampire after all.

Damien led us down the dark hallway and suddenly a door popped up in front of us. He opened the door and let us inside first. After that he also went inside and closed the door.

When I got inside it looked like a torture chamber. It had dried up blood everywhere and there was a chair in the middle of the room. Suddenly Damien dragged a muggle inside.

Damien put him on the chair and bound him. But before I watched anymore of it I looked up to Alaric, "Is this how you guys feed? Can't you just drink blood bags from hospitals or something?"

Alaric smiled at me, "Yes most of them time we do that, but it's a phony way of ingesting blood. First of all the blood is most likely a bit old and doesn't taste as good. Second of all it takes a lot of money and effort to do that. Sure the big clans are able to buy blood bags but the poorer clans need to resort to this."

Alaric explained the situation to me and it made sense to be honest. I couldn't expect all the clans to be rich, but Alaric wasn't done talking. "Besides, you won't be able to unlock your true potential as a vampire if you don't feed on a human at least once. It probably has something to do with the act of killing a person. It kills a part of your soul but for dark creatures like us it actually makes us more powerful."

I still was hesitating even though Alaric's words could perhaps sway any other person, it felt wrong to kill another person. It just is a dark act, even if it makes us stronger.

"I see you're still hesitating lil bro, Damien, list his crimes." Alaric turned to Damien and Damien picked out a list from his pocket. The parchment seemed to be long, it fell all the way to the floor.

"Where to start…" Damien said, he clearly wanted to get this over with quickly and list his worst crime immediately. "Let's start here, multiple acts of child rape and kidnapping. Also murdering and sold them to the sex trade. He's also sold cocaine. The cocaine was laced with cyanide, so anybody who ingested it died almost immediately… Do I need to continue?"

Damien looked at me with a straight face. Surely I couldn't let somebody so deplorable continue to live. He had spent all his life committing crimes. If he would end up in prison and got out he would just do those crimes all over again.

Alaric looked at me "Do it, Anthony." Alaric was giving me major Palpatine vibes but maybe he was right. Maybe this vermin didn't deserve to live.

I bared my fangs and succumbed to my cravings. I quickly jumped on the criminal's neck and drained him from his blood. I could feel his pulse weakening… And my power grew.

It was an intoxicating feeling…