Heat; it blazed through my body igniting every pore, and seeking even into the deepest darkest places of my heart to my soul. Well, if I even had a soul. The warm liquid slid down my parched throat, causing my breath to hitch, and my body to react. You could say south, and that would tell you what my reaction was.

God, I never knew how tantalizing blood could be. I loved it as much as I hated it. My fangs sank in deeper, enjoying the feel of blood in my mouth. The girl whimpered in delight as she felt me suck harder. It was funny how my prey even enjoyed the feel of my teeth in their necks. I guess it was possible to die in pleasure. I smirked to myself at the thought. Humans didn't realize that when we took your blood. We were also sucking greedily at their precocious life force. Most realized this only too late; when they were on the double edged sword, falling over onto the side marked "Death." As much as my Vampire senses wanted to take her, my mind, and heart would not let me. I would never take a human's life. It was a vow I dared never to break.

I opened my eyes, while still sucking. The girl's breathing grew slower by the second, and her lidded eyes began to droop even more. I pushed myself away, resisting the urge to take her all. My kind said that the last drop of a human's life was the best. But no matter what my kind did I would not be a murderer.

I held the girl close to me, then running my tongue against my sharp canines; I let a drop of blood from my tongue land on her exposed bleeding neck. The moment my blood landed on her pale skin, the skin began to heal rapidly.

I set the girl down softly in the grass by the side walk. When she would wake she wouldn't even remember a thing. I hoped the headache she would have in the morning wouldn't be too bad. "Thank You." I whispered to her kissing her lightly on the forehead.

Yes, I know it was odd. But I would say it to every human who gave me their blood, even if it wasn't offered. From their blood they gave me life, and for doing this, I never led them down death's path. It was like hitting two birds with only one stone. Instead of one dead human, or a dead starved vamp. The Vampire and human both lived. Apparently I was the only one who could do this, according to my creator (the b). He took my life like it was nothing; he said he had liked the taste of my blood, so he made me into a vampire instead of dying. What an excuse, it was probably because he figured out at the last moment who my father was.

I remember the night he took me. I swear all I felt was pain and fear. His teeth on my neck...I shuddered. I hated recalling those memories. Apparently I was one of the few Vampires to give "bliss" to the human I drank from. This was of much envy from most of my kind. And for it I was labeled; Prince of the Shadow.

I sighed to myself, coming back to the present. The girl lay relaxed in the grass. And I wished once again that I could go back to my old life. I laughed to myself at this. Even if I went back to life I once lived, I would be different. No matter what, something about me would set me apart. For better or worse... I did not know. I could only hope that Hogwarts was ready to handle me.

I faded back into the shadows of the night. Alone I was once again. Always alone. Never anyone there for me. I, Draco Malfoy lived a life of shadows and nightmares. I thought to myself, "Dumbledore, God I pray you can save me from myself… and from The Taste of Blood."