Harry and Malfoy walked down towards the end of the road, where the house that Harry believed contained a Horcrux, or at least an answer to where one might be, was located. They both wore their black traveling cloaks, both hoods were up to conceal they're faces, and both back ends billowing beautifully in the wind. They walked in silence so they would not be heard by the other residents of this street, even though all houses seemed to be vacant. But still, they had to be safe, they had to be sure. Voldermort was looking for Malfoy since the night he ran away from Snape's hideout, and the quicker they found the Horcrux the better.

But why would one be here? Well in the days when Voldermort had been his fiercest and before Harry was even born, many of the magical community believed that Voldermort was seeking assistance from Vampires. Though not a lot of evidence confirmed such suspicions, there were still unexplained deaths where a muggle would be found by the police and with no open wounds and their blood completely drained from their body. Vampires always covered up their tracks to keep a low profile, but these discoveries were becoming more and more frequent while Voldermort was in power. And this house seemed to be one of the most well known and most visited Vampire covens of the past few centuries. "Terre du dieu mort" it was called or "Land of the Dead god" and it had been around for over 5 centuries. The two boys walked up to the tall black gate that separated the front yard from the street. Harry opened it and they both stepped inside.

They automatically heard music coming from the large house that they had not heard form outside the fence. A seductive and Gothic mixture of cellos and guitars could be heard. The house itself was a beauty to look at. Made of a very dark stone it reminded Harry of some type of horror film. The yard was beautiful and well kept and seemed to glow extra bright in the silvery light of the moon. There were steps that led up to the porch on which a rather large man stood in front of the door. With his dark glasses, white t-shirt that stretched slightly across his middle and his slightly baggy jeans, Harry thought that this man could snap him in two with one hand. They slowly walked up the steps, eyeing the man closely and feeling him following them with his eyes. They stopped in front of the door as he pushed it open and let them in and for a second his neck was exposed to the moonlight and Harry saw two puncture wounds on his neck. They stepped inside the house and looked around as the door shut behind them. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside. The dark Gothic style furniture and the paintings on the walls of angels and demons all caught their eye as they looked around for the source of the music. "There," Malfoy said pointing to a door which had light streaming from the cracks along the floor. Harry stepped forward but felt Malfoy pull him back.

"Are you mad? You don't have any idea what's down there." He said.

"Does that really matter Malfoy? Right now I have to do this."

"Yes but you're just going down there without any evidence, any help. For all you know this coven could be the kind that kills anyone that walks through the door."

"I have to find the Horcruxs. And if this is where one of them may be, well then I'm ready to go down there and face them."

"You dumb ass Gryffindor, that's the type of thing that gets you and your family dead."

"Well if we don't go down there it's your family that's going to end up dead, so I suggest that you shut your mouth and come on!" Harry said and then he turned and opened the door.

Harry slowly walked down the steps of the basement following the flashing purple and red lights. He finally came to an opening and saw that the basement seemed to be made to look something like a night club. There were tables and chairs, a handsome bar and a stage that currently had a band playing. But though the players looked human, Harry knew that they had to be Vampires. He could see that red glint in their eyes and their glass like fingernails. The combination of those things and the luminescent, deathly glow of their skin were strangely alluring to him.

"Having a fun time staring?" he heard Malfoy ask from behind him. Harry turned to look at him pale fellow student and saw that he was almost as pale as the Vampires. Harry fought back a laugh and turned back toward the stage. The band had just finished playing and there was a nice applause that followed. They were picking up the instruments and heading off stage when someone came from behind the dark red curtain behind the stage.

But it wasn't just someone; it was a girl about Harry's age, but obviously dead. She had very light tanned skin and long silky black hair that reached to about the center of her back. She wore a black, bikini style top, a long matching black skirt and black jeweled anklets just above her bare feet. She looked over the crowd of men (mostly muggles) and her eyes fell upon him and Malfoy. There was a blank look on her face as she stared at them, but they stared defiantly back, as though to challenge her though they were scared out of there minds. After a few moments she looked away and put her hands together twice in loud, commanding cracks. Then a violin started to play and she started to dance to the slow music.

Harry's mind went blank as he watched her dance. How beautiful she looked and how gracefully she moved. The light cloth around her waist, gently twirled around her as she moved across the stage. Soon she started to dance faster as the music picked up its pace and soon she was moving in humanly fast. She was a beautiful black blur across the stage with an occasional spark of her red eyes, never falling, never fumbling and looking at Harry almost the whole time!

Suddenly she stopped in a wonderful pose with her back arched back and her legs underneath her on the floor and there was a tremendous applause from the crowd and she got up and bowed. She walked off the stage and went through a door as another group of people came onto the stage.

"What was that?" Malfoy asked from behind Harry.

"That was Eve," said a deep, unworldly voice from behind them. They turned to see an extremely pale man behind them. He had shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes, and a beautiful face that defiantly made Harry question his own sexuality.

"Eve?" Malfoy asked looking unaffected by the Vampire.

"Eveulca Raden, one of the most famous Vampires to have ever lived. Do they not teach you these things at Hogwarts?" he asked with a smile that showed his long fanged teeth.

"How did you know we went to Hogwarts?"

"A vampire as his ways," he said with a smirk. "She wants to see you two in the back." He said and walked off towards a couple of others in a far corner. When he reached them their eyes traveled over towards the two boys and the started to chuckle.

"I'll send them into their coffins if the don't stop." Malfoy said turning away from them. He looked at Harry with a slightly annoyed look. "So are we going?" he asked. Harry nodded and headed towards the door that they had seen Eveulca enter moments before. Harry reached out his hand to knock but the door opened silently. Harry walked inside and heard himself gasp.

If he thought the house was impressive, it was nothing compared to this room. He was standing on a very dark, fine wood that matched the doors and all of the furniture. The antique love seat was made of red velvet, and the wood had very detailed designs on them. The ceiling had mural on it of and angel with large black wings, and wrapped gently in a thin black material. But it was her eyes that made Harry stare. They seemed to be looking right into his, and how real they looked. They were a beautiful mixture of red and brown that seemed to glint in the light.

"I see you like my painting." A voice said. Harry turned his attention to the voice and saw Eveulca leaning on the doorframe in front of him. She wore a long, thin, simple black skirt and a matching top that had long sleeves that went past her wrists and the bottom stopped just before her belly button. Harry noticed that she had a flat stomach which seemed to be made of silk, and that she seemed to give off a faint glow that seemed to add to her beauty.

"Yes it's very interesting," Harry said as she started to walk over to him.

"I'm Eveulca." She said holding out her hand. Harry took it and felt the immense coldness of her hand.

"Yes, I-I know, I mean… I'm Harry." She smiled at him and Harry caught a quick glimpse of her long pointed fangs, but soon she caught sight of Malfoy and walked over towards him.

"And I know who you are… blonde hair, small frame, expensive clothing," she added with a smile, "why you must be Draco Malfoy." Malfoy looked slightly alarmed that she knew who he was, but that look lasted only a second and was replaced with his usual smirk.

"Of course, the one and only."

"I know all about you. Such a love for the darks Arts, I hear. Even got yourself on the run because of it," She added with a sneer.

"I chose to run away from that life."

"Try as you might but it is what you were born to be," she said stepping closer to him, "as I was born to be what I am. Now what brings two young, mortal wizards such as yourselves to my little vampire coven?" She asked walking away from him. She stopped and turned back to face them at her desk with a smirk on her face.

"We have reason to believe that you might have, at one time, contacted Lord Voldermort," Harry said slowly. At these words her smirk quickly turned into a frown and Harry saw in her eyes something that greatly surprised him.

"You mean Tom," she said as one of her delicate hands rose to stroke her hair.

"They are one in the same," Malfoy stated impatiently.

"Not to me," she snapped back. "Tom Riddle is a completely different person. Someone I have charished dearly for such a long time."