Title: Murdered Innocence
Summary: Blaise Zabini turns out to be a lot like his mother. Seems like Draco is his new target. B/D
Disclaimer: I own the plot.
Lighting a cigarette, 24 year old Blaise Zabini watched his latest conquest sleeping soundly. He smirked, flicking a wand lazily with his slender digits. In the background a lovesong played, giving the atmosphere something romantic and tranquil. The smoke from his cigarette still lingered in the air as he spoke those already too familiar words.
Somewhere alone, in a cold bed, Draco Malfoy awoke with a shudder. He grabbed his wand almost unconsciously while peering into the darkness. A chilling wind caused his skin to contract into tiny goosebumps. The cold drove away his drowsiness; he muttered a spell and took a few moments to adjust to the light before making his way over to the window to take a look outside. Dawn was nearing; the sky dabbed in crimson like the many victims Draco had seen. He shut the window firmly and made his way back to the relative safety of his bed. Upon arrival he closed his eyes in contentment before blindly grabbing a bottle from underneath his bed.
To the outside world he wasn't known as Draco Malfoy, the boy with a promising future. He was a man now, and known to the world as Devlyn Amorcito; a name which showed the two sides of his character perfectly: the devil, full of malice and destruction, and the angel, that fought ever still because of hope. As he had renamed himself he had wondered which side would eventually prevail. He still did not know.
As the sun began to rise he felt his body ache for caffeine. Deciding that coffee and a shower would probably do more good than the bottle of firewhiskey currently in his hand, he stepped out of the silkensheeted bed once more.
Nobody knew. It would be days before the body was found. By then, the money would be gone and there would be nothing that pointed in his direction. Yes, Blaise knew what he was doing. After all, he had learned from the best – his mother. He did not feel guilt or remorse over doing this; in fact he didn't feel anything. It was almost like a job really, seducing, making sure his name would be in the will...come to think of it, it was more like a game.
And Blaise loved to play...
Stepping inside a small diner he put on a façade, knowing that there might be people inside who expected him to mourn. He'd have to move soon, find another target. Usually it took him little over a year to persuade them.
Scanning the room, his eyes immediately fell on a pale raven-haired man huddled in a corner. He was alone, exactly as Blaise liked them, but picking another target in this city would be stupid. Career suicide. Yet he couldn't keep his eyes of this man, who did not look pathetic even as he was alone and obviously trying his best not to stand out. Blaise wondered about him, about his past, his current situation. Little did he know, he was secretly eyeing his former best friend Draco, who had left school after sixth year to aid Lord Voldemort in battle. Had he known, he never would have approached him.
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A/N: Sorry for the shortness, it's just a prologue.