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Ave Maria

He breathed in than excelled, the soft gray smoke of the cigarette lifted up into the air around him. The dim lights of the street shimmered gently in his pale hair which had now grow out over his face hiding it from prying eye. Steel eyes moved to the substance in his hand. And Muggles thought this to be relaxing? What bullshit. Flicking the fag out of his hand he stuffed his hands into his pants as he headed back into the Hilton hotel. The walls where painted in white and gold as paintings of landscapes hung on the walls. Not something he really cared to look at. After traveling so much the counties of world held little meaning to him. In the end they all began to look the same, feel the same, like a mesh of gray really. That's what he saw anymore gray. He'd go blind to colors and their meanings they had once held. It wasn't always like this though he had felt something for a long long time now and that had been fear. Maybe he didn't feel it now but his mind was smart enough to know deep down somewhere in him it was still there. Thus why his running never stopped. He knew now how the foxes felt during the hunts back in London . Bobbing, weaving jumping from one hiding place to the next. Barring himself in a hole and hoping to god his hunters would pass him by. His hole had been many places Paris, Greece, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Italy, hell he'd gone to the US for crying out loud! He'd hid in many of the major cities such as New York, L.A and San Francisco. He knew he should stay somewhere more….discreet but he was not going to live as some country boy that was where he crossed the line. The City that would always be his home, Anywhere where they didn't sleep where could bled into a crowed yet still hold power in the room. Yes the city life would always be his, he was sure it would be his downfall as well.

Reaching his room he placed the oddest key in. It was flat like a card thin too. How was it muggles used these things? Placing it into the door he waited for the light to turn green as it did he flung his door open before he would miss his chance and head to do it all over again. With all the hotels he had lived in he never got those damn keys. Once he had stood outside his door for a good half-hour trying to get the thing open, he had been to stubborn to ask one of the maids for help.

Going into his room The thing was large having a front room furnished with white chairs and sofas, a big screen T.v a self full of book a balcony more meaningless paintings and a baby blue vase with both white lily's and deep red roses. It was a odd combination though he liked it. It wasn't something he was expecting to find. He was happy to learn the king size bedroom have the same ornament as well only these lily's had white on the rim while pink splashed out from the center and the roses where now a pure white.

His back suddenly hit the closed door behind him, Holding his forearm the pain bit into him like knives being stabbed into one spot while it burning, like liquid fire was being poured over him. Stumbling he fell into the marble counter of the kitchen. Grabbing a black bag he ripped it open pulling out a small needle stabbing it into his forearm He filled his body with the liquid pain killer, he continued breathing in deep as he rubbed his arm. He had no idea what drug he was filling his body with all he knew was that it took away his pain and that was all that mattered.

When the pain subside and the drug had turned his mind to a haze he fell onto the soft cushion of the sofa. So this was the life he had chosen A running drugged out coward? Was it better than being a death eater? Than being a murder? Than being like his father? 'Yes' The word came without hesitation. He had seen what had happened to dear old father when he failed the dark master. He wouldn't say he mourned the man though. His bruises where now finely disappearing though some scares would always remain from that man. After the 'disappearance' of father he had no idea what happened to his mother only that whole families estate, wealth everything was now in his name as he was the sole heir.

Turning on his side he placed his hands over his stomach. He was coming down from his high now, not a fun part. Groaning he shut his eyes tightly as he did a face came to him. One forever stuck in horror as the scream echoed through his ears. Draco's eyes snapped open as hot sweat rolled down his body. "Not again" he mumbled softly.

Days passed seeming no different than the ones before but than any day the death eaters didn't find him was a good one he supposed. Sitting at the bar in the hotel he looked down into his drink swishing it around. Vodka mixed with fire whisky. Odd he admitted but if got the job done. Hmming a bit he shifted his eyes to a man who came and sat three stools down from Draco. The man had long crimson hair braded falling down over his left shoulder while half of his face was covered in the emo style he had heard about on the muggle T.v though this man looked nothing like those gender confused stick figure. This man was buff built like a warrior of the old world would be, Pale like the moons lights where the only thing aloud to kiss his skin. He dressed as through he just came out of a punk rock consort, black see through fishiness and black pants baggy but his face held no grin no signs of enjoyment. Draco found himself watching the man closely eyeing him. He wasn't sure but there was something about this man a 'Je ne sais pas ce qui' (Translation: 'I don't know what') He huhed a bit as suddenly the man turned his head faintly to him the one side of his face was shown clearly to Draco. It was clear holding no blemishes, scars anything, his lips where smooth as if they where glass and his eyes or at lest the one shown eye, that had taken Draco's breath away for it shined out full like the moon and hungry like a wolf's. Pure and utter gold was the color having nothing else in it to tarnish the color. Above that the silver eyebrow ring caught in the light in itself in a shimmering way.

He watched the wizard closely and as he did so Draco couldn't breath he was still as stone while he knew this only cause more suspension for himself but it felt as through this…man was sucking his soul out of him with just a look- could powerful wizards do that? Was this man a deathEater in disguise? Had he been found? 'damn it move!' Draco screamed in his mind but his body refused. He was going to die wasn't he? He could feel his stomach tighten up while his heart speed in his chest. He was sure he was going to pass out from not breathing. As soon as the man and looked to him and in a graceful movement standing tall, taller than Draco had first thought. The crimson hair man than turned his back to Draco leaving in a dismissing manner. And with that Draco's breath returned like someone had held onto his throat and than suddenly decided to give him mercy and released him. 'What….just happened?' The young wizard wondered as his steal eyes bore into the chair before him that had once held the crimson haired man.

Hours past, how much Draco had no idea. His drink had a long ago gone warm and he had no want for any drunken stupor or little buzz, No he needed his mind sharp to night. This was not paranoia that guy at the bar, he was bad news..at lest that's what Draco thought, he didn't like being around that guy. Not just in the physical way was he frightening but there was something deeper darker. Shaking his head Draco headed to elevator. Leading against the wall he watched the numbers slowly go up along with there floors he passed. He was checking out to night. He would have upright left after getting out of the hotels bar but he had forgotten his wand in his room. He never did that before he always made sure to have it on him. "just bloody wonderful" he growled at himself.

Finely getting to his room a soft annoyed sound slipped out of the Malfoy's lips, once again the damn muggle key was refusing to work. The silence was broken though as the soft voice of a woman loomed around him. The song…it wasn't in English but he knew what it was. No matter the language anyone would know it. Raising a fine gold eyebrow the curiosity creped into Draco as he slowly followed the enchanting melody. Though who where on the top floor like him where usually silent and keeping to themselves so this…this was something new. He walked as quite as possible while his ears guided him more than his eyes could. Before he knew it Draco found himself before a white door like all the rest, Golden freshly polished numbers identified it '476' His eyes graced down to the round knob holding his reflection in it, sending it starring right back up at him. Pleading him, Daring him 'open me, open me, find out what's behind me, open me.' His hand wrapped around the cool metal and with a loose grip he turned the knob hearing the click the door unlocked on itself. Without thinking on the logic that the door should not so willingly open to him nor on where his actions where taking him Draco slowly pushed open the door.

The room was dark as shadows ate up almost the whole room, only the lights from the hall way behind lit up the features of the room in an ominous way. His breath halted while his chest tighten up, the crimson haired man looked up to Draco from on the bed, both eyes glowed, peering striking like that of a calm but wild beast. His arm rose an in it a silver gun pointed directly at Draco. And in the air around them quietly the stereo played Ave Maria….

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