Blood Sucks When You're A Vampire

Prologue: A New Beginning

Screams could be heard all through the halls of Malfoy Manor. The screams were originating from the dungeons where sunlight could not reach, where the screams echoed forever on the rock walls. Where a boy was being tortured by the Dark Lord for not following orders correctly, ending in a few Death Eaters dying.

"You must be punished for your weakness, boy." Hissed a soft yet terrifying voice. The voice laughed a humorless laugh. "Now, how shall I punish you?"

The rhetorical question was answered with whimpers and groans of pain from a figure huddled at the feet of the owner of the high voice. Pale face like a snake's with eyes as red as the blood he loves to see, Voldemort looked down in anger and disgust at the boy at his feet. "Get up."

"Bella, dear, I want to know what you think I should do to this useless excuse for a pureblood."

A woman to the right of Voldemort walked forward and sneered down at the boy who was trying desperately to get up before he was tortured again. "I think you should have him bitten by one of our new recruits."

The boy looked up at her in dismay as Voldemort laughed his high-pitched laugh.

"What an excellent idea Bellatrix, I think it a wonderful idea indeed. Velnor! Come here, we have a little snack for you."

The boy before them thrashed around in his chains as he tried to escape the figure that seemed to appear out of the shadows themselves. His eyes were wide in terror as he gazed upon the man before him. The man was taller than Voldemort and even thinner and paler. His long black hair was pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His black, pit-less eyes gazed down hungrily at the boy who was thrashed horribly now.

"Please, I'll do anything! Please!" He begged.

"At least you have manners, boy." Voldemort hissed.

"Please! I swear I'll do anything you want, my lord! Please!" The boy tried to hide that fact that he was crying by looking down and to his luck, the Dark Lord took it as an act of humility. He chuckled.

"Anything?" When the boy nodded his head vigorously, he smiled a chilling smile. "Well than, I have a job for you. I want you to kill one of Mr. Potter's good friends. She is quite a bothersome little bitch. It's too bad that her talent was wasted on a Mudblood."

The boy looked up in realization. "Granger?"

"Ah, yes, that's her name. Hermione Granger." Voldemort practically spat out her name, as if it shouldn't have to cross a mouth as wondrous as his. "Do you think you can do this measly little mission for me? If you cannot, you will die, I can assure you of that."

The boy shook his head vigorously in the affirmative.

"Good." He nodded at the man standing just behind the boy, who grinned viciously, showing white teeth and long, sharp fangs. "Now for your punishment." Voldemort said as he backed into the shadows, Bellatrix following dutifully.

"But you said that if I did this mission, it would be fine!" The boy screamed hysterically.

"I said no such thing, boy!" He hissed. "I just said that should you not be able to complete this mission, you will die. I said nothing about your punishment ending." He started laughing.

"No! Please! N-!" His voice was cut of with a sharp gasp of pain. The man that had been edging ever nearer to the boy had sunk his fangs into the boy's pale neck. After a few minutes, Voldemort held up his hand to stop him. When he didn't, Voldemort just made a lazy flick of his wand and the vampire flew back from the boy who fell forward onto his face, blood still leaking from his throat.

"You will fulfill your mission, as a new vampire," Voldemort hissed. "It is your new beginning, Draco Malfoy."

The boy slowly stood up. All fight gone from his mind as the venom coursed it's way through his body. When he stood tall and strong, he lifted his head to face the old vampire who was watching him with unmasked hunger; his blood had been so delicious. The boy's eyes flashed silver and in a blink of the eye, the old vampire crumpled to the ground, his eyes wide and unseeing, the boy flicking his blood drenched hand, trying to get some of the blood off.

Voldemort grinned. He just knew this boy was going to be a natural at killing.

AN: This is my first story! Yay! I know it's really, really, really short an all, but it's just a prologue and I couldn't think up a way to make it longer, sorry! Anyway, how scary! Draco is now a vampire! Hiss! Lol! I wonder how he's gonna survive school with all of those delicious throats walking around?

Where it says, all fight is gone from his body and then he kills the old vampire, that's just something of a reflex I guess you could say. I'm not gonna explain it all right now, but I will later.