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Apr 7, 2019 20:38:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2019 20:38:30 GMT -7
Mid January 2025 | Russia Life was finally starting to come together for Rosie Williams. After waiting forever after graduation to start her internship, she was finally a real reporter. And she had made it into the sports department. She was working as a Quidditch reporter! A step along the way to her dream job! Eventually she wanted to break into more sports than just Quidditch, but it the mean time, she was happy with Quidditch. However, feeling bored by all the teams here at home, Rosie asked for an international assignment and she was given the opportunity to travel to Russia for one of their matches and to interview a prominent up and coming Quidditch star, who seemed like he would be one of the top picks for the new season drafts.
She traveled there on her own on a Friday evening, with the match on Saturday and she was scheduled to return on Sunday so she could get the article up by Monday. Rosie was never good with directions, and she certainly wasn’t a skilled enough wizard to apparate anywhere that she had never been. So she tried her best to get around using a map that she had bought in the airport. Luckily, her hotel was near a little wizarding alley, and there was a portkey there to take her to the match. The match itself was great and after his team won, Rosie got her interview with the new player, though she had to cast a translating charm to understand him.
She returned via portkey and attempted to find her hotel again. It had grown dark on her way home and there weren’t many street lights or signs showing her the way. The little alley was mostly deserted as she left out to the muggle streets, but a few large figures in hooded cloaks. Rosie took a turn down what she thought was the street of her hotel but she was instantly thrown off by what she found. Lurking in this, a rather dark alley, was a large figure with another figure in their arms. Upon hearing Rosie’s footsteps the larger being dropped the other and the smaller one fell to the ground. Dead. Rosie backed away, fumbling to pull her wand out of her purse as she tried to remember some spell that she had learned in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The figure approached and Rosie saw the blood dripping from their chin. A vampire. Rosie had never come face to face with a vampire before. She turned to run, abandoning any hope of trying to fight a vampire. However, she was quickly caught and the last thing she remembered was screaming as the vampire grabbed a hold of her arms and threw her on the ground.
She woke up several hours later in a place that she had never been with the smell of rotting flesh filling her nose. Lying on the frozen dirt floor in the dark room, Rosie tried to sit up and learned that her wrist was chained to the stone wall. She let out a cry as she tried to figure out what was going on. Seconds later, a door opened from above and a small amount of light poured in. When it did, she saw the vampire she had met in the alley descend down a small flight of wooden stairs carrying a torch. They mounted the torch in a spot on the wall and lurked over to the small brunette. Behind the approaching vampire, Rosie saw a pile of bodies stacked up in a corner of the cellar. The sight made the smell even worse. “What do you want with me?!” Rosie cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Are you going to kill me?” she whispered, her body shaking as she crawled onto her knees.
“No. If you were a muggle you’d already be dead. But I can’t have a bunch of wizards coming after me if I kill you. So I’m going to do you one better…” he grabbed her and bit into her shoulder. Rosie screamed and tried to push him off, however, with one hand chained down, she was unsuccessful.
When the pain and shock stopped and he let her go she fell to the floor, feeling weaker and tired again. “Please let me go?” she begged, her free hand flying to the bite marks on her shoulder but she found that they were gone.
“Once you’re finished I’ll knock you out and take you back to town. You can find your own way home.” he shrugged.
“Once I’m finished with what?” she whispered.
He laughed and slowly walked over to another corner of the cellar where a large, metal pipe sat just out of Rosie’s reach. She looked up just in time to see him swing the pipe at her and she fell onto the dirt floor, unconscious.
3 days later she woke up in a dark alley in the middle of the night in the little town in which she was staying. Her purse, minus her wand, was at her feet. Rosie had no idea what day it was or what had happened, her head hurt and her memory was extremely fuzzy. She went back to her hotel after she found her way, only to find out that her reservation ended days ago, which meant that she had also missed her flight back to England. She took a cab to the airport and booked the next flight back, not caring about the cost. Halfway through the 4 hour flight, Rosie’s stomach began to churn and she asked the attendant for some crackers to tide her over until she landed. She ate the crackers as the sun rose slowly on the horizon behind them. As the sun caught up with them Rosie found herself closing the window on her row, to the slight annoyance of her seat partner. It hurt her head, and, for some reason it stung her skin. The crackers didn’t help the feeling in her stomach and she swallowed her own saliva to coat her throat and try to ease the acid in her stomach. As she did so, her tongue brushed against her teeth and she noticed a chance, several of them were longer and sharp. Her heart leapt out of her chest as memories slowly returned to her. Oh no. No. No. No. This could not be happening. Not to her?! She was Rosie Williams! She was a reporter who failed defense against the dark arts and couldn’t even cast more than half of the spells that she should be able to for a witch of her age. She wasn’t vampire material!
Rosie hurried off the plane when they got to London and she ran to the airport. With her luggage lost in Russia, she bought a severely over sized hoodie and sunglasses at a way overpriced gift stand and put them on before she walked out into the sunlight. The covering helped, but she still hated being out there. She quickly jumped into a taxi and instructed the driver to take her to Brandon’s apartment. At her destination, she paid the fare and jumped out, running up the steps and into the building where she began to pound on the door.
mentioned @brandon
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