A/N: The song in italics is 'Vampires Will Never Hurt You' by My Chemical Romance. (I love this song!) I hope you enjoy this though!

And if they get me and the sun goes down into the ground
And if they get me take this spike to my heart and
And if they get me and the sun goes down
And if they get me take this spike and
You put the spike in my heart

Just do it. You gotta just…do it. Draco stared down at the stake in his hands. It felt like it was burning his hand by just touching it. Dark shadows were cascading over the tombstones on the moonless night, and the fog was crowding his vision worse than usual. He was going to do it though! Finally, end his everlasting life…in the middle of a cemetery.

He, after all, was just another creature of the night. A vampire. Nobody would care what happened to him. As far, as what the world knew, he was in Spain now. Of course, he was still in London, but now he had to live on the streets. After the vampire bit him, he couldn't bear to live in the Malfoy Manor anymore. The pain was too much to bear.

It was both emotional and physical for him. Physical, because of the fact that he refused to feed on other humans. In his mind, it was murder to such a thing to another human. To him, he was still like everybody else…in his mind. He knew it was stupid because it makes him weak, but he couldn't bring himself to do itHe had to leave also because he was afraid that he might not be able to control himself one day. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his family.

The sad thing was that when the first vampire bit him, his magic disappeared. The tainted vampire blood, when released into his system, took over the magical aspects in his blood, removing the power of spell casting from him. He had been depressed ever since it happened. Even going as far as to say that each thing that happened in his life so far as a 'pre-bite', or 'post-bite' experience. He doesn't like to talk about what happened…or even think about how he got this way. He didn't care: he just wanted it to end. He took a deep breath, and raised the stake, but he had to look away.

Just ahead, a young woman saw Draco, but she didn't run. She was actually walking towards him! He sniffed the air around him. It was the same odd sweet smell of human blood.

"Who are you, and why are you out here?" She called as she was coming closer. Soon, he could see more than the foggy outline of her body now. He had waited too long too long. Draco had nowhere to run in the mysterious dark night.