A. N. Yeah… This story just hit me; if anyone is interested, there is a song that upcoming artists came up with. They're called RALLYCAR, their song beautiful wings was the inspiration for this story, don't expect it to be long; my attention span is short of late.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine, cept the plot, all kudos to J.K. Rowling for her wonderful books and RALLYCAR for their awesome music.
The sound of shattering glass reverberated through the empty warehouse. Silver eyes flashed in the dark as blood stained his pristine porcelain skin. A small laugh escaped the strong aristocratic face, the glass would leave no scars, he couldn't scar anymore not after…
Night had set and moonlight streamed through the windows and the shadows moved as if they had a purpose, only now he knew they did. When was the last time he had seen the sun? He had once been considered pale, but his former self held no candle to the monster he had become. Disgust flowed through his veins as he licked the blood hungrily from his own hand. He would need to feed soon.
For the past few weeks he had been feeding on Muggles, retreating to their world in shame. Muggle blood, dirty blood… 'Am I still even pure?' This was his haven, no one would find him here, not even his father. He was sure that by now his picture had to be all over the Daily Prophet on every building in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley. By now everyone would know he was gone, but he be damned if they ever knew why.
Draco Malfoy, a vampire.
Yes, it had its advantages. He could see in the dark and his strength had been magnified far beyond his original capabilities. His hearing was phenomenal and the newly wed couple two blocks down hadn't stopped moaning yet. Draco wrapped his cloak tighter around himself and set out through the side door as another wave of hunger nearly brought him to his knees.
He got his breathing under control, not that that was much of an issue anymore, and pushed off the door frame he had needed to lean on. Without any thought crossing his mind he set out towards the Dryiad, a bar near the warehouse. There would be plenty of fresh blood to sample there, if there was one thing Draco would always pride himself on it was his beauty, and the vampiric touch to his body had done nothing to dim that.