Although the leader is fast, the other group will be here much sooner since they are far closer. I face the direction of the pack and let my shroud start seeping out of my body lining the forest floor in a layer of darkness.

The first few of the pack ignore my appearance and the fog. They foolishly charge at me moving faster than any muggle professional runner. The five spiders, however, seem to sense the danger from the fog and run on the trees.

Five tendrils sprout from the fog leaking from my body, rushing forward they impale each of the spiders before they can leap at me. The nine vampires in front of me finally realize the danger of the fog and try to back away. They quickly realize they can't as the fog on the ground crawls up their legs locking them in place.

The vampires speak in a language I don't know to one another. If I could I would smile right now.

'These tendrils feel like natural limbs that I've had all my life' I think this as I use one to wrap around a vampire's head and crush it like a watermelon. The other vampires seemed spooked at how easily their comrade was killed.

Before they can retreat from my fog I quickly use another tendril to sever the heads of the closest vampires. Right on cue another set of vampires arrive and stare at me angrily. They are a bit smarter and keep out of the black mist clinging to the ground around me. If I was more powerful I would love to coat the forest but it seems twenty feet is my max at the moment.

I hover over the ground there staring at the group of maybe 25 wizard vampires with the front 12 pointing their wands at me. A few of them begin slinging spells at me but they do nothing but blow around my cloak a bit.

As I'm about to attack again one of them steps forward with confidence and points his wand at me.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" He speaks loudly.

I slap away the green streak of magic with one tendril as another of the tendrils rushes forward and pierces the man's throat. Before I can spread my tendril and sever the man's head from his body another vampire slashes at my tendril with his claw. The tendril fades to fog and reforms immediately back behind me.

One of them seems to recognize something and says a word I recognize, "Patronus". As soon as I see three of them again raise their wands I begin shifting to my human form.

"Expecto Patronum." Three of them chant in sync with their thick accents.

One of them falls to the ground screaming as his arm whithers and dies. Another falls to the ground vomiting maggots. The last one successfully produces an incorporeal net-like Patronus that heads towards me.

I shift out of my Dementor form as the white wisp hits me and does nothing but push me a bit. I raise my wand at the vampire who produced the Patronus "Reducto!" he stands there with his mouth agape as he gets blown into dust.

The other vampires now realizing the fog is gone begin to rush me along with the spiders who stayed back.

"Confringo, Confringo!" I quickly cast twice as I back away killing a handful of vampires outright.

I use my shroud to bring me up to a tree but the vampires easily start climbing the giant tree. I am nearly exhausted of magic so I use tendrils to stab down on the climbing spiders and vampires. If I wasn't exhausted I could probably spew an endless amount of Diffindo's and end-all of the vampires here.

I kill all the spiders but the vampire's backup has arrived bringing the number of vampires back up to around 50. So I jump off the giant tree catching myself with my shroud and hiding once again. As I hit the ground I look around at the surrounding vampires they begin to freak out having lost sight of me. I however close my eyes to find the leader since he may actually pose a threat to me.

The leader is nearly here so I have to deal with these ones fast, I also need to save my power for my duel against the leader… As I'm thinking of a way to deal with the big group I notice a reflection in the corner of my eye. A shining sword with a handle of silver and a pommel of ruby is nestled in the crack of a tree.

I walk over still in my shroud avoiding the screaming vampires who probably think I apparated away. As I pull the sword from the tree I notice there are intricate designs on the crossguard and handle, they are very similar to my wand. I clear those thoughts from my head as I pick the sword up and sneak behind a vampire.

As I swing my cloak fades and I behead the vampire in the view of all the others. I cut his head off like a hot knife to butter, feeling their gazes I realize my cloak has faded. With a wave of my arm, I launch my tendrils at the closest vampires as well. The tendrils pierced most of them through the neck expanding to the sides cutting their heads clean off.

One of them with quick reactions managed to dodge the tendril and quickly sends a spell at me. Sin deflected it into another vampire who burst into flames the second it hit him. I turn to him and swing down hard with the sword. To my surprise, the sword cleaves the tall vampire in half with no effort, it cuts through bone and flesh alike.

As the vampire's body splits in half and falls to the floor the rest begin to rush at me. I back up as to not give them my back and put two tendrils on each side of myself. The tendrils are only flailing about but they have enough power to crack concrete so the vampires are forced to run at me from the front.

They recklessly charge at me forced to shove together to get at me or fight me one on one. Some crafty ones come at me from above or try for behind but my tendrils make quick work of them. I cleave each of them down with only one or two swings. My tendrils also kill a few who try to run away while Sin is able to reflect all the spells that come at me.

Honestly, if I just fight them all like this I could probably win but the leader is coming so I need to hurry. I take a step back after killing another that is rushing me and I drop my sword. The sword is swallowed by my cloak as I transform back into my dementor form.

'This ends now…' More tendrils sprout from my cloak as the whole area is covered in a black fog. 'This forest now belongs to me.'

The twenty or so leftover vampires peer up at me in fear as I speak into their heads. A few try and run away but are quickly skewered by my tendrils before they get far.

The ones who don't run begin to fall to the ground like flies. The few women vampires who were a part of the camp are among those who dropped. Many are frozen in fear in the trees... They got cut down swiftly, I feel as if I'm a logger, these are my trees.

The fog saps their strength as they lay there not moving a muscle but I can still see fear in their eyes.

'This is probably how your victims felt.' I speak to them one last time before giving them their final rest.

One by one the tendrils go to each fallen vampire and behead them. As I'm finishing up and stare upon the field of corpses that I've created I hear footsteps behind me. I can feel it, the darkness is satisfied, but it wants one more.

I turn to see a man who looks like a classical vampire fit with a cape and everything. He has a hard look on his face with sadness in his eyes.

He looks up at me floating above him "You did this?"