AN: I don't know how the story is gonna pick up or end yet. I only have the sudden urge to write it. I hope you can forgive me if I take a while to update(I'll try my best to get the nxt chp out ASAP). I don't really have a proofreader so i deeply apologize for any mistakes made(do let me know so I can make the changes, if its nothing that serious then just close one eye and forgive me =D*wink*) Hope you enjoy my story.
Rated M for future chapters.(I'll let you know in case you still wanna read but need to skip certain parts =P)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story belonging to the wonderful world of J.K. Rowling
As his surroundings slowly blurred in and out of focus he could hear his mother at his side calling his name over and over again.
"Draco my dear stay awake, please, please keep your eyes open.. Draco, you'll be fine, we're going to help you honey." Narcissa Malfoy exclaimed as she vigorously shook Draco's shoulder while tapping his face once in a while. "Lucius do something, he's going to die if you don't start doing something!" when blood continued gushing out of the few deep cuts that Draco had all over his body.
"What Narcissa! What can I do! This is a very old and dark curse." Lucius was looking pale and worried as he walked back and forth not able to help his only son. Draco was learning a few curses from his father's collection of dark spell books. It seems one of the spell backfired and Draco was lying on the ground with blood gushing out all over different cuts on his body when his mother found him as she was bringing tea. She quickly called for Lucius and as soon as he arrived he was already at a loss of what to do. If the book lying next to his son was any hint as to the kind of spells he was trying then this was very dark magic that no healing spell could cure; even the strongest healing spells that his wife had learned didn't seem to make even the slightest difference on the wound. The spells in this particular book were the kind of curses you would use for a slow and painful death, healing potions to cure it were the types that needed time to be made and time wasn't really on their side right now.
"Oh my lord he won't stop bleeding." Narcissa was weeping and shaking with fear that her only child would soon be gone.
Looking at the pool of blood that was getting wider as seconds pass a person came to mind. Lucius grab for some floo powder and stuck his head into the fire place before calling out the name. After a quick exchange of words he pulled back and stepped aside as the fire place burst with green flames again and a man with pearly semi-translucent skin, long black hair and perfect features stepped out.
"What emergency are you in need of help with." The stranger inquired but before anyone could answer, his nostrils flared up and his head jerked towards where Narcissa and Draco were. "Aah.. I see." Was all he said before stepping closer and kneeling down on the other side of Draco.
"Do you know how to save him? Can you cure my son? Please help him, please." Narcissa begged.
"I may be of some assistance to the problem at hand but my solution will be life altering, if you choose to let me."
"Would it be possible without the life altering portion of the solution? Like the way you helped me before." Lucius asked.
"I don't think that's possible, seeing as his only barely holding on to his life." The stranger answered.
"Hold on, what are you two talking about?" Narcissa was in a very emotional and confuse state to decipher the meaning of their conversation. "Would you care to elaborate?" she continued, looking back and forth at Lucius and the stranger.
"Ah, of course, seeing as how this will change your son's whole future. Let me introduce myself, my name is Emil Van Tepes and I am what you would consider a vampire of noble standings. I have the ability to turn your son into a vampire without the "uncontrollable wildness" side affect that most common vampires would give their victims. Seeing as the potion to cure your son is unavailable the only other option is for me to change him, if not I'm afraid his life would certainly end soon."
Lucius looked at his wife whose eyes had gone as big as saucers. She was in utter shock that asking for her opinion would be as useful as talking to the wall. He closes his eyes while pinching the bridge of his nose thinking of the pros and cons to this new development. 'Draco would be alive, well technically dead but alive as a vampire but he will no longer be the pureblood our family has been for generations.' He thought.
"Not meaning to rush you but judging from the blood that he is losing every second, I would say there won't even be a choice left for you to make in the next 2 minutes." Said Emil as he watched the young boys pulse slowly fading.
As Emil cut through Lucius' thoughts, his eyes snapped open to look at Draco who was getting so pale and looking more and more dead. He knew the decision he had to make, even if it's not what Narcissa or Draco wants.
"Do it." was all he said.
With a deep concentration etched upon his face he flashed his pearly white fangs and leaned towards Draco in what was to be the young boys new day of birth.
"Draco!" Pansy shouted for the 3rd time while nudging him on the side. "Geez.. what is up with you and your new personality." she continued when she had gotten Draco to turn and notice her.
"What?" Draco asked, looking daze even though he had purposely just tune her annoying yapping out.
"Don't 'What' me.. I have been trying to talk to you for over an hour already but you just keep looking out the window ignoring me this whole time. Hmph.." She stomped one of her foot while crossing her arms in an attempt to look angry.
"Just leave him alone Pans, why don't you go find other females to talk to because I'm trying to read here and you're an awfully big distraction for me to try and ignore." Blaise piped in when he notice Draco's irritating look starting to show.
"I don't care what you think or say, I am trying to be together with my dear Drakie here and you are the one that should go find another place to read…"she complained in her annoying tone as she stick her tongue out at him and hugged Draco arm.
"Pansy will you please leave the compartment a while because I have something important to discuss with Blaise." Draco said as he pulled his arm away but keeping his eyes directly at hers. After a few seconds she just smiled and said 'okay' then quietly got up and left the two of them alone.
"Even though I've seen you do that so many times with so many different people, it still amazes the hell out of me" Blaise whispered with a smile on his face as he went back to reading his book.
Draco just sighs and continued looking out the window. It has been a few months since the downfall of Voldemort and the beginning of his 'new' life. Everyone, including the supposedly graduated 7th year students of last year has return to properly complete a full year at Hogwarts. The school had been under construction for the past months to rebuild an old yet better improved Hogwarts. Due to the recent 'Dark' events, many of the students have changed after going through those tough times. Be it appearance or characters it didn't matter but one thing was for certain, Draco knew that he must be the only one who has done a whole 360 on his life.
The whole world seemed like a totally different place now. The sun appeared extremely bright and irritating to him, his surroundings was filled with things that are both familiar and new to his senses. There wasn't just nice smell or bad odor, it was more as if every scent he sniffs in is like seeing or tasting that object right in front of him. His eyes could focus to something so far away or something so tiny you wouldn't even know it was there. His sense of feeling is hyper sensitive but numbing at the same time, like gentle caresses or the warmth of others sends tingles even before contact whereas inflicted pain or tiring has gone down to almost 10% of what it normally feels like. Eavesdropping was a whole lot easier since it could be done from almost a few meters away. Sixth sense was a basic instinct now, the gut wrenching feeling of knowing what or how certain things are going to happen is 10 times stronger. His taste, how much more enjoyable normal food would have been if he had these kind of taste buds back then, of course he could still eat normally now but it just doesn't appeal compared to his main and only craving, blood. Being a vampire sure had its ups and downs. But somehow having a daily diet of blood just seems to fit right in the middle. You know there will always be an abundance of it yet getting it isn't as easy as turning on a faucet of water. But the variety, oh how interesting that something as simple as red liquid had a different texture and taste in almost every different living being. It's like Bertie Bott's flavored beans, you just don't know how each person or animal's blood will really taste like.
It wasn't easy though, the first time he woke as a new vampire. His brain was being hammered with the onslaught of everything around him, both near and far. It took him weeks, almost three months just to concentrate enough to control his senses at will. Now it was much better, Draco had even been practicing shutting of certain things away from his senses. For example, the book Blaise was currently reading was old and used by owners who have passed in on from one to another. If he couldn't control his sense of smell, that single book would have made him crazy with all the musk and dirt and chemicals used to preserve the pages. Now he could just ignore it as if the scent didn't exist.
The compartment doors open to reveal the pushcart lady asking whether the boys wanted to get any treats. And just like a great idea that pops out of nowhere, Draco caught a whiff of something sweet, not something from the cart though. It was something he could get addicted to, like a drug so strong the scent was enough to get him high. He stood and rushed out the door. Looking left and right trying to figure out where it was coming from, all he could see were students walking back and forth going in and out of compartments. He walked down towards the end of the train but the scent was getting more and more faint. He rushed back up the train where the scent was still a little strong but slowly diminishing. Further and further he went till he was almost to the front where the restrooms were. It was slightly stronger now, seemed to be coming from inside the restroom. He waited and soon enough the doors with the female sign opened. Like a sudden punch in the gut his eyes open wide as his pupils dilated, the scent scorched his throat and his fangs just grew.
Ginny walk out the restroom and closed the door behind her, she gasp as she turned around to see Malfoy standing with a predatory look on his eyes. And just as soon as their eyes met he turned on his heel with his cloak whipping behind him and walked away. Minutes passed and she was shocked again by a tap on her shoulder, spinning around she noticed the other female occupant who was halfway out the restroom giving her a curious look.
"Oh Merlin! You almost gave me a heart attack, that was fast." Ginny said as she snapped out of her trance she didn't realize she was in.
"Sorry about that, didn't mean to frighten you but I called your name twice and you didn't answer me. What are you still doing here anyway? You left me like ten minutes ago." The girl inquired as they headed back towards the compartment they both shared with a few other Gryffindors.
"Huh? I just left you not a minute ago." replied Ginny bizarrely.
"Um.. I don't think so; it took a while after you left me to get use to your magical tampons."
"Hmm.. weird.. I don't really remember much. Well its okay, maybe I was just too much into my thought. So how is it? Much more convenient than the ones you normally use right?" Totally dismissing the case of short term memory loss.
"Well I guess it is but it still feels a little weird. I'm sure I'll get use to it. Thanks by the way. I totally forgot it was my time of the month so I didn't have a spare with me."
"Anytime" Ginny replied as both girls walked arm in arm back into their compartment.
Over at the other end of the train Draco was standing outside sucking in as much fresh air to get his mind in control. The sudden burst of air brought out by the Weaslette exiting the restroom had pushed his vampire instincts into overdrive. He had almost lost complete control over his body and was ready to attack her. If not for the split second that he realized the crime he was about to commit did he then bit his tongue so hard that enabled him to force his body to walk away as quickly as possible. After inhaling and exhaling a few more times, he was finally back to normal. Thinking through the situation again made him really curious as to what had happened back there. 'I mean if I was only a few days old I would understand this great need to quench my thirst because that was how I felt back then when I woke for the first time as a vampire. But to lose control like that out of nowhere was extremely weird.' Draco thought. He needed answers and he knew just who to ask. He would send an owl to his creator as soon as the train was safe enough for him to re-enter.
After an hour of getting his mind and body firmly in control again, 'the train should be clear of the addictive yet dangerous scent by now' he thought. Heading straight for his shared compartment with Blaise, he took out his writing set. After writing about the recent events that occurred, he folded the parchment, slipped it into an envelope and sealed it. Grabbing the cage with his falcon perched in it and the envelope in his other hand he made his way to the end of the train again and out onto the open. Draco tied the letter onto one of the birds leg and directed it to deliver the letter to Emil Van Tepes as fast as it could. He gave the bird a little push up into the sky before watching it soar to the direction of the letters recipient. Draco sighed again before turning back into the train and hoping he doesn't bump into Weasley till he had answers to this bewildering predicament.
"What's going on? I haven't seen you that worried and flustered since.. well in a while. Has it got something to do with your "situation"?" Blaise asked when he saw Draco returning again after rushing in and out a while ago.
"Yeah. I had a little unexplainable problem a while ago and I needed advise on how to carry on without creating any damage." Draco answered as he sat in front of Blaise on the the opposite seat with his head leaned back and eyes shut. Not many knew of his 'new life' but Blaise was one of the few that he had explained the situation to. Blaise had always been a good friend that mostly kept to himself and only gave his opinions if asked or needed. He was very understanding of Draco's predicament and even came by Malfoy Manor during the summer to help Draco in his 'recuperation process'. He knows all the new enhancements and powers one gains after turning into a vampire. One trick he notice that Draco used ofter was his ability to hypnotize people. It was a nifty way of mind controlling, though nothing as serious as the Imperius Curse. It was more used to repel people from getting too close to him or the opposite, making them want to be with him.
"What problem?" Blaise continued. He wasn't normally into concerning himself with other peoples business but Draco;s problem if related to the 'new life' was something like sweets to a five year old, it just can't be ignored.
So Malfoy replayed the whole incident for Blaise and by the end of his story Blaise was almost on the edge of his seat sucking in all this new information. "I really hate the feeling of losing control and i seriously don't want others to find out what i have become. I just need answers on whats happening to me so that I don't go causing unneeded trouble." Malfoy finished.
"Why don't you just hold your breathe and keep your mouth shut" Blaise said trying to think up a temporary solution.
"I could but the feeling is just weird. I seem to rely very much on what is happening around me to help myself stay in control, and I need the use of ALL my senses just to keep my vampire instincts at bay."
"I don't get why you still have these occurrences when Emil already told your father that you wouldn't have the normal side effect compared to being turned by a common vampire." Blaise said after wondering about it.
"I thought so too, but it seems being turned by Emil who is a descendant of those we would consider in magical terms as 'pureblood' of vampires allowed me to keep my basic characteristics, memories, habits and also give me a stronger ability of self control. As compared to a person turned by a common vampire, that person would be reborn as someone who doesn't clearly remember his past life and so if left without guidance, he would just be like a new born baby with a never ending thirst to kill for blood." Draco explained.
"Wow well then I guess we just have to wait and see what Emil writes back. I'll help you look out for the Ginny Weasley as much as I can."
"Thanks, appreciate it."
"Since we're almost nearing the station, maybe we should prepare to get off as soon as possible in order to avoid unnecessary confrontation while everyone tries to get out." Blaise said as he slid his book back into his bag.
"Good idea"
As the train halted at the station, Draco and Blaise were the first few to get off and head towards the carriages that would take them to Hogwarts. As they entered one of the empty carriages Blaise spotted the group of Gryffendors exiting the train and headed their way, since most of the back carriages were already occupied it means the group would most likely past their carriage to get to another empty one.
"Their group is heading our way, you might want to take note and control yourself, we're in an enclosed space so it shouldn't be that strong but heads up just in case." Blaise informed Draco.
Even though warned by Blaise there was still a little effect as he heard the group chatting past their carriage. Though very faint, he could smell the intoxicating perfume that is just screaming at him to follow. With his eyes shut to try and stay in control, his sense of smell suddenly focused solely on that one fragrant that is slightly tugging on his gut. 'Stay focus, stay focus..' he kept repeating in his mind till the scent slowly disappeared together with the winds that were blowing a small storm towards their direction.
When he opened his eyes again Blaise was staring at him with an eyebrow raised.
"What?" he asked curious as to the look his friend was giving him.
"I don't know what to make of your reaction. I mean to what you told me it seemed like you were in pain but from the look you had just now, it seemed you were in between looking like a person smelling food after starving for so long and someone thinking something very lewd" Blaise answered with a lecherous smile on his face.
"You've gone bonkers I tell you" Draco smiled as well thinking of the ridiculous expression Blaise had just describe. But speaking of starving, he was craving a little 'fine wine' as Blaise calls it. Maybe he was having this reaction because he hadn't appealed his craving for a few days. He normally could go without blood for a few days, he wanted to act as normal as possible and having a daily diet of that wasn't as normal as he wanted to be. He would have normal food everyday and a glass of blood every 3-4 days. Its only been two day since his last glass but maybe with all the preparation to come back to Hogwarts his appetite for it came a little faster. That's it then, he'll request from Prof. McGonagall, who is the new Head Mistress of Hogwarts, to let him skip tonight's welcoming dinner. His parents had inform her of his situation and thank Merlin she was as accepting as Prof. Dumbledore. Not many schools would take in "infected" wizards and witches.
After getting off the carriage Draco informed Blaise of his plans and headed towards the front of the Great Hall to speak with Prof. McGonagall. Once she gave him permission he quickly turned and walk away. However as he was reaching the exit, the doors open and in stepped the Gryffendor group consisting of Potter, Weasley, Finnigan, Longbottom and trailing behind them was the Weaslette. Draco took a step back and braced himself for the onslaught of her scent. 'This is it. I'm going to Azkaban' he thought to himself, because if he attack the her now in front of the whole school nothing can save him. But seconds past and nothing happened, no instinct to jump her, no desire to quench his non existing burning throat and the oddest thing, no scent. He watch as she followed the group of boys towards the Gryffendor table, sat down and stated chatting with Lavender Brown who was seated beside her. His eyebrows knitted together in wonder on the sudden change of events. How could there be nothing especially if she had just past him with only a meter in proximity. He turned to look at Blaise who had stood when he notice who was walking in, he too had a curious expression on his face. Blaise was making his way towards Draco when it happened. Someone bumped into Draco and his quick reflexes enabled him to balance himself and hold on to the person who would fall back from the impact. Then it hit him, that sweet divine perfume of a drug that just called out to him. Again, his pupils dilated and he could feel his fangs growing, the fire in his throat felt scorched and dry. 'It's her, not Weasley but her. How could I be so stupid.' he was throwing a tantrum in his mind but it didn't matter because his body was moving off it own accord. He had no control over the Vampire that wanted to feast upon the girl in his arms. A girl called Hermione Granger.