AN:

English is not my native language, so it's very probable that I make mistakes in grammar, that's why I have some Beta readers working with me.

The fic is not mine, is a translation of "Entre las sombras" by madelinegiovani.
I hope you like it.

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It's the first thing I remember, an ear-piercing noise. At first I found it annoying, but gradually I began to realize the rhythm and the different types of sounds around me, sounds that told me I was still alive. At the same time I realized how much I wanted to approach these drum notes. No... I really wanted to find and identify its source... and something inside me wanted to own it-take it completely.

I have thirst.

I'm very thirsty. I'm so thirsty that at times those drums make me believe that they are inviting me to a wonderful fountain where I will satisfy my thirst. I don't know why the first thing that comes to my mind is not water but something warmer and softer, something more aromatic with velvety texture and a taste that even my dry throat can appreciate. My mouth is moistened and watering just thinking about how delicious it will be to drink at last. Thirst is the only thing that bothers me now and I want to drink until no more liquid will fit inside me.

Now I perceive voices around me. I recognize them under the permanent sound calling me. At first I can hardly distinguish anything more than a soft murmur, but as I'm interested to know what they are saying the voices become clearer and the continuous sounds become more quiet. I hear my father talking to my mother, and there is a third voice that I can't identify but isn't unknown to me at all.

"I don't know if we've done well..." my mother says, her tone a lament.

"It's the best we could expect, Narcissa" The voice of my father seems tinged with melancholy despite the strength he wants to transmit. "What do you think Mr. Deveraux?"

"I don't think my opinion is of great importance, Mr. Malfoy." The voice is very beautiful, and it almost seems that is the voice of a god... "All I know is that I've done it as a debt."

"We know." Narcissa says. "But... could you tell me what I can expect? Will my son be the same?"

"Yes, but with some variations..."

What are they talking about?

"Most of his personality and way of life will prevail, but it is probable that, at first, he will have some inconvenience to fit it all."

I stop listening. I don't like what I hear. I prefer to hear the continued sounds although their call is painful and urgent for me. I feel how my mouth is watering again as I allow them engulf me again with their roar. I try to swallow but my throat doesn't let me. My tongue wets my lips; they feel so dry that I am surprised that they are not full of sores and instead they are velvety and soft. It is an inexplicable pleasure since my tongue has never tasted anything so sweet, so strong and delicious.

The surprise makes me curious and I continue touching the rest of my mouth with the tongue and I marvel at the multitude of pleasant sensations that I feel, but when I touch my teeth I notice that they seem firmer, as if I were lapping steel instead of ivory, just without the bitter aftertaste that produces, and I almost jumped when I found something that was not there before... I have fangs. Two pronounced and sharp fangs that when my tongue caresses with them, they cut the soft flesh of my tongue like blades.

My mind reacts instantly, thinking about the pain, but I soon realized that I hardly felt the pain as the tiny and microscopic drops of blood from my tongue overtake me. It's completely crazy to feel so much in such a short time, and with such intensity. My tongue tastes, with each papilla, each of the multiple essences that emerge from these tiny drops. I can sense a salty and sweet taste at the same time with no trace of bitterness of any kind.

The scent of the blood fills my nose and then is when I completely burst into the intensity of this onslaught. This is the most complex perfume I have ever been able to smell, and nothing can describe all the scents that are mixed in it. A dash of cinnamon, a pinch of iron, some ambrosia... The ingredients of such a magnificent essence would be counted by thousands and still wouldn't be completely covered.

When I recover from this unusual attack I realize that my burning throat contracts, waiting for those tiny drops that have evaporated in my mouth. I'm thirsty and I wasted the little available liquid drive me crazy with pleasure... But something in my mind makes me stop this process. I have fangs? What the hell I do with a sharp pair of fangs? My brain works quickly, trying to remember what brought me here.

Where am I exactly? Why do I feel that I can't move any muscle? This is something that has not interested me until now because I was too busy with the explosion of sensations around me, especially with these continuous sounds that do not cease of playing their melody at any time.

I open my eyes and I watch the ceiling above me. It looks like the mouldings of my room but I had never been able to appreciate their complexity. They have a picture that is repeated hundreds of times every millimetre of plaster. I recognize that the drawing is created using lobular forms. And the pores... I see the pores of the plaster while I'm lying in bed! Yes, now I feel the surface, on which my body rests, is fluffy and yet I perceive each of the points that make up the mattress. I see the silk sheets caressing my bare skin and again the smell fills my nostrils. I smell each of the noble woods that compose the furniture, floor, carpet wool, the linen of the curtains... And I see the intricate pattern of wood grains and the cross linked strands of linen... They are true masterpieces...

My sharp ears hear a few steps that are elegant and secure. They don't seem to belong to someone very heavy, more like a person light and elegant... I hope to see my mother soon because the steps are coming closer. I'm surprised to see that in reality it is a man who opens the door, a man who does not match with those steps because it measures about two feet and his body is too hefty for his ride not cause the ground tremble.

Upon seeing how he approached me I realized that he just touched the ground; the man seems to float above it. He gracefully glides over to the bed and sits beside me. His aroma is very beautiful, is not as complex as everything around me. It is more simple and I like it. It's like my nostrils are given a vacation, as if I'm allowed to relax... His features are perfect, like a statue of a god to which had been given life. The skin looks like real marble chiselled with extreme care, and in his eyes you can see the entire spectrum of blue.

"Draco..." the voice is the same that I heard earlier, his voice muffling the drum roll that I hear on the other side of the door a little. "We must speak very seriously..." He sighs and smiles and I see his teeth through his lip briefly "I know that everything is confusing and that it is very difficult for you to focus your attention on something, but you need to listen to me because I'm the best person to explain what is happening to you."

He's right, I want to know but it's hard to ignore everything that catches my attention.

"Maybe is better if I explain to you how you got here because from now on your life is going to be very different."

Lucian explained to me what was lost in my mind, or maybe I did not want to remember. Three nights ago I went out camping with my friends, Crabbe and Goyle, but it seems that we had chosen the worst mountain in the surroundings. We separated as we took a walk and I went into a cave that turned out to be a dragon's lair, and he was not amused from being disturbed. The dragon charred my body and broke it to a point that was not possible for me to recover in any way. My desperate parents had called an old friend of my grandfather and he sent them to Lucian. It turns out that he owed several favours to my family and because of that he agreed to help me.

The way I was saved is eternal conviction. He made me drink some of his blood and I immediately began to recover from burns and all my bones came together as they should, but despite the power his blood has he had no choice and to save my life... he killed me in the process. Lucian isn't a wizard, he isn't a human and hasn't been for a thousand years... Lucian is a vampire. Now I am too.

"Thirst?" That was all I dared to ask.

"Yes, it's bloodlust. At first you will find it hard to bear, but with time it is something that is bearable. You get used to it" He smiled "What you should know is that you have an advantage over the majority of neophytes because, with my blood, I have conveyed to you much of my strength. It will not be so hard to to get used to being around humans if you keep yourself well fed. You also don't need large amounts of blood to survive."

My eyes must have shown my surprise and fear because then he explained me. "During the rest of summer I'll stay with you to explain the details of your new situation. Your parents want you to finish school. I don't agree, but we'll try to make you able to pretend as much as possible that you are still human and we will work on making you capable to be around people without feeling the need of killing them."

"Go back to school?" It seemed totally unrealistic and stupid.

"Yes. Unlike many members of our race you will be able to walk under the sunlight, although it may cost you initially to support direct sunlight, and you may want to stay in the shadows more than before. You may also feel sleepy and clumsy during the day, but eventually you won't notice the difference. There is much to teach you in a short time but I think we can do it. The most important thing now is to feed you."

I looked at him with a look of panic. I didn't want to be a murderer.

"We will hunt together, Draco, I'll make sure that nothing happens."

Knowing that he would be with me made me feel a little better. Part of me was afraid but another trusted him blindly.

We go out of my parent's mansion without meeting anybody. I suppose that he had made sure that nobody came our way. The garden was a real test for my senses. I was capable of smelling every flower and every shrub, even the stones had a distinctive smell. I was capable of differentiating the quartz of the mica in the granite without any type of problem. The gravel under my feet was creating a curious sound that made me feel amazed. But Lucian knew that we had to go away and he urged me to follow him. In the moment in which we put a foot in the sidewalk I realized that it would be very difficult for not remain astonished with every triviality that was appearing before my new senses.

I could smell everything that was surrounding me in kilometres in all directions, and in spite of it being night time my eyes were not noticing the difference. I was walking on a cloud and it didn't bother me that he was taking me by the hand to guide me through this totally new world as I was unable to put a foot in front of the other by my own will.

Without realizing it, and yet watching all that was within my reach, we reach an area of seedy bars where prostitutes plied their trade. Lucian made it clear to me in a very low tone that it would be more comfortable for me and for my conscience if we began with something simple for my first time. I didn't lose detail of each one of his movements and words in spite of the fact that my throat was burning. He chose a brown and high enough girl and he told her a small lie: he wanted his son to debut with a professional.

Actually, now, he was a kind of father to me because he gave me this new life and it was true that I was going to have my debut... but not exactly losing my virginity; and with that my throat would stop burning at last. I guess she saw part of the internal dilemma that was cooking in my mind reflected in my face and she interpreted it as nervousness prior to what she expected to happen. I didn't see her face, I saw only the throbbing vein in her neck. I think she thought I was focused on her breasts but I did not care.

The walk to the nearest hostel was a torture. Lucian was kept between the two of us while he was making clear to her that I was very shy. He offered her a good amount of money so that she accepted that he would be present. I think the poor girl thought this would be a kind of double session. I don't know how but I knew that she didn't care about it. We were the two most handsome men she had ever seen and she almost believed that she had won the lottery. She did not understand how a guy as handsome as me hadn't turned all the girls of my neighbourhood or of my college mad. If she knew that maybe I had more experience in that aspect than her!

But she swallowed the excuse that Lucian told her. Apparently this time I would be sure of myself and I would probably forget some of my shyness. I realized that he was a good liar and I guess that a thousand years teach you how to lie.

Once we were in the room Lucian put aside all pretence and he left her unconscious with a sharp hit. He caught her in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather and placed her on the bed. Then began my first lesson. For a while Lucian told me about the different ways that things could end that night and told me the best place to bite was her neck, and then he left me free rein with this stranger; The lesson would continue once I had fed. I approached her fearfully, not for me but for her. My mouth was flooded with saliva again. The beating of her heart was inviting me to approach, the artery outlined clearly against her chest. I knelt beside the bed and I was able to look away to focus in him, pleading... I didn't want to kill her. Lucian nodded and I knew he would prevent it.

I approached slowly. I wanted to savour the moment... I opened my mouth and I felt how my fangs were standing out of my jaw. I didn't understand how it was possible that up to that moment they had been confined there. I put a hand on the mattress and the other one on her abdomen; it was very warm in contrast with my skin. I reduced the distance that was separating us a bit more and my self-control started escaping between my fingers. I perforated her thin and fragile skin with my fangs and the blood began to run directly into my mouth…

Pleasure.

For eternal seconds I just felt an immeasurable pleasure. Her exquisite blood filled my mouth and descended down my throat, appeasing the fire that had gripped me since I woke up. The blood spread all over my body and filled me with warmth, though unlike the one before that had burned me, this heat was agreeable and not a torture. The taste that spread through my mouth wasn't comparable to anything I had ever known and pushed me to drink with pleasure until the last drop that flowed through the tiny holes that my fangs had made, were in my mouth.

I got lost completely in the ocean of sensations that washed over me in that split second in which her heart pumped blood forcefully into my mouth as I swallowed as fast as the beat of her heart. Lucian didn't need to stop me, as I felt the blood come with less strength and her heart slowed down lightly, I felt completely satisfied. I pulled away and gave a smile to my new guardian.

"Lick the injuries."

I obeyed and I see that the injuries were closing under my tongue. I took advantage and licked the few drops that had run away

"Our saliva has a very powerful healing property. Remember, it is very important not to leave any trace behind you."