Sanguisuga
I woke up in a cold sweat. It was pitch black in my room, but as I looked around I realized I could see everything as if it were daylight.
What the fuck?! I thought to myself, getting up and walking to the bathroom. I flipped on the light, and immediately flinched. The flood of light glared painfully off the mirror above the sink. As a reflex, my hand shot out and flipped the switch back down. Cool, calm, relaxing, comfortable darkness engulfed the room, and I loved it. Upon finishing using the loo and washing my hands, I cupped them beneath the steady flow of refreshingly cool water and splashed my face generously with it several times, until the drops of water were glistening silver on my skin from the moonlight that filtered in through the doorway. I studied my reflection in the mirror, my frosty hair was lighter then normal almost a pure white and hung down in my face, my silver blue eyes were noticeably more silver, my usually porcelain toned skin was like lightest marble. I attempted a smirk, which I just barely managed. I knew I was avoiding the truth, running from the logic like it was out to get me. Yet, my thoughts kept racing and I knew I wasn't going to be able to evade the knowledge of what I had become for very much longer. The thing is, I was already getting hungry.
I'm still Draco Malfoy, I thought to myself. I could feel my logical side smirking at this idea, because I was only half right of course. With resignation, I faced my new reality head on, ignoring completely my feeble excuses. I'm still Draco, but I've been changed.
Flashback
I apparated in an alley across from the Madonna Fountain in Verona, Italy about 3 seconds after my mum did. I had only agreed to join her on this trip to visit my auntie Lenora, because I was curious to see Verona for myself. Although I was raised a pureblood wizard, I developed a love for Shakespeare and Poe ever since 3rd year when I was first exposed to them in the required muggle course. I had only ever trusted my mum with this secret of mine, if father ever found out he would quite literally torture me to death. I would never mention it at Hogwarts either, I had a reputation to protect after all. I know Hermione would never let me live it down, so any time I considered telling someone all I had to do was picture Granger making fun of me and the compulsion would quickly pass. Granger was feisty and brilliant, which I found a rather hot combination. Not that I would ever tell her that.
I met my mum and auntie Lenora at the fountain in the center of the little square. Lenora spent the rest of the day showing us all the sights. Later that night, unaware I was being watched from nearby shadows, I broke away from the pair of them and started looking for a perfect place to write my next poem. I was walking for only a few minutes when I came to something inspired. It was the "real" balcony of Juliet. With a true smile, I sat crossed – legged on the short curb across the narrow street facing her balcony. I pulled my pen and small notebook out of my right back pocket of my black slacks. I had to blend with the muggles of course. I bent over the pages and began writing a long poem about a girl with incredible eyes, who was very clever, an untold beauty that only grew each year, a girl with wavy brown hair, a girl with spirit, and a forbidden love. By the time I checked the town clock, I realized that I had been writing for over 3 hours. Smiling briefly at nothing, I stood and concealing my notebook in my pocket again, I started the slow trek back. I was passing the Arca de Cansignorio, (the Della Scala family cemetery), when I actively noticed I was being followed. With a brief glance up at the equestrian Cangrande Sculpture sitting on its pyramid, and a quiet beseeching of Merlin, I was through the front gate running between head stones and smaller sculptures, searching for a place to wait out my stalker. Now was an excellent time for me to curse the misfortune of having left my wand at Lenora's. I decided to hide behind a small sculpture depicting an angel welcoming a baby angel into heaven. Noticing it was wide enough and tall enough for me to crouch behind, I waited there. Peering out from between the two angels, I tried to catch a glimpse of my pursuer, without success. An unwelcome fog had rolled in, and was too thick for me to see anything past the statue. That's when I heard it; a flapping sound like hundreds of books speedily flipping their pages at once. I looked up, and hundreds of them descended upon me. In that moment I knew true pain. I screamed as they tore into my flesh with their razor sharp teeth; holding onto my skin, clothes and hair as I thrashed about trying to fend them off. I was losing too much blood, I grew faint.
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The next thing I remember was waking up in auntie Lenora's flat, with both women surrounding me. I tried to speak, but my throat was aching and raw. My mum handed me a foul smelling potion, which I consumed in one disgusting gulp. I scowled at the cup, wiping my mouth with the back of my right hand.
"How did I get here? How long was I asleep?" I asked them both, weakly. My mum reached down to hold my hand.
"I did a locator spell on you when you'd been missing for 6 hours. It led me to the graveyard, and I immediately apparated us both back." She said.
"You gave us quite the scare, you know. You haven't been conscious for a week. We almost thought we'd lost you, after I heard about those freak attacks with the migrating bats." Lenora told me, handing me a butter beer and a large handful of chocolate frogs.
Bats? I thought to myself. That's a bit loony. I looked down at my hands then and spotted tons of little pinpricks all over my hands and arms that were just beginning to heal.
End Flashback
I heard a sound that snapped me back to the present. The heavy front door had just slammed shut. My stomach rumbled, and I couldn't stop myself from smirking. Lucius was home.