Disclaimer: Do you really think I'm J.K Rowling? Well I'll take it as a compliment. (But I'm not). It's called FANfiction for a reason, no?
Warning: (1)This WILL be slash… hopefully. Sarcastic slash but still. (2)Victor is NOT Victor Krum. :P And (3) the characters will probably be OOC but too bad.
Chapter 1: The Lesser Of Two Evils
"I want you to bite me."
"What?!"
"Oh come on no need for dramatics. I'm speaking plain English here you know."
"Yeah but-"
" 'Yes' Victor is proper grammar and you'll do well to remember that when speaking to a Malfoy heir."
Victor stood there, silently contemplating how to proceed. Most people could pull off cocky, true, but this… this was unnatural- no, this was simply absurd. And stupid.
Too stupid. He must be dreaming.
"Are you off your rocker Malfoy? I can't just bite you. Did you even think of the consequences of that act?"
Draco sighed. Really, as if he would even be there if he hadn't thought of the consequences. He was Slytherin for Merlin's sake and that if nothing else would ensure that he had thought about it.
He scoffed at Victor.
"No I haven't thought at all before sneaking off into the forbidden forest and hunting down a vicious vampire in order to bribe him to take my humanity away."
"I resent that you know. I have very good self control in most situations. Besides, you haven't bribed me so much as ordered me to bite you."
He gave a toothy smile which Draco imperiously waved off.
"Ah well. Not that it matters all that much. Just get on with it."
Victor stared at Draco a bit more before suddenly deciding. "No I don't think I will"
Draco's eyes narrowed. Nobody says no to a Malfoy. It just isn't done. Ever.
"And why not?"
Victor shrugged. "Don't feel like it. Plus I'm not that hungry right now. I'd have to suck you almost dry you know." He eyed Draco with a wry smile. This could turn out to be rather entertaining. The smile turned slightly wicked.
"You'll do what I say or else-"
A yawn interrupted his rant. "Threats again? Really, I'm dead already. What else can you do?"
"Make your afterlife miserable."
"Ooo I'm quaking now." Victor whimpered, collapsing against a tree. He stuck a hand to his forehead with a dramatic flourish and sighed beseechingly in Draco's direction.
Draco clenched his teeth. All possible tortures could wait until after he was bitten.
"What do you want?"
Victor shrugged. "Many things really…not many that you can give me though." He smirked, getting into a lounging position. "But to make it easy on you, you just haven't convinced me of why I should turn a brat like you into a vampire."
Draco ignored the obvious insult, not even bothering to think of a retort.
"I don't see why you need to know."
"I think I have a right to know why I'd be making someone like you into a creature of the undead, prolonged life and all. You'll find that your oh-so-enjoyable personality won't be much welcomed in our society."
"I'll have you know that your kind would be lucky to have me." Draco retorted stiffly, shoving his nose in the air.
Victor scoffed and turned on his heel. "Right. Of course we would. Well I'll be going now; places to go, people to bite and all-"
"What? You can't just go!"
"I think you'll find that I can, actually."
"I won't let you." Draco hissed, grabbing his wand and aiming at the vampire's chest. Before he finished moving however, he found himself thrust backwards against a tree, facing a very angry vampire with his wand helplessly lying a few feet away.
'Bugger… not what I had in mind.' he thought as Victor sent a death glare his way. All lazy pretexts were set aside as Draco realized just how deep in shit he really was.
"I really wonder how thickheaded you'd have to be to wave a wand at a vampire." Victor hissed. "Tell me, what's to stop me from snapping your neck right now, hm? There's no one to hear you scream, not that I'd let you." He applied a bit more pressure on Draco's neck and leaned in next to his ear, letting his breath ghost over the clammy skin. "You are at my mercy, Draco."
Draco shuddered. 'Definitely not what I wanted.'
"Your kind isn't allowed to kill humans."
"It's not any worse than what you wanted me to do." Victor shrugged, eying the base of Draco's neck pointedly.
Draco's reserve cracked. The rare mutated corpses that showed up every once in a while were a pesky frustration for the Ministry, but to actually become a dark creature… well, that was like signing your own death warrant.
Which was technically the point.
"Your move" Victor droned. Draco felt the hands twitch as if anticipating the moment when they would strangle him.
What was the lesser of the two evils? The Dark Lord or the Ministry… death or a life as undead?
"Fine but you can't tell others." Draco glared- or tried to from his position.
Victor tsked. "That's for me to decide, not you. Now get on with it. My patience waned about a hundred years back." Draco felt Victor's eyes on his neck and tried not to gulp. Bloody sadistic vampires.
"It's simple really." He licked his dry lips with a parched tongue. "The dark lord is back and I am compelled by my blood lineage to join him."
"But you don't want to."
"No I don't." Draco used his iciest tone to get the point across.
Victor chortled. This would be more fun than he had imagined. "I never thought I'd see the day… the Malfoy heir purposefully tainting his blood, and such a unique reason for it." he smiled sweetly at Draco before stating the obvious.
"Your father will kill you."
"Well I'd already be undead if you would keep your word and turn me! Bloody hell, hurry up!"
The vampire leaned in, effectively containing the thrashing limbs. "Impatient little imp aren't you. You sure you're that willing to trade your humanity for nothing more than a guise?"
"I am willing to do what I must to survive… figuratively at least."
Victor continued chuckling. "And what would make this worth my while?" He looked Draco up and down.
"I gave you my bloody reason!" Draco clenched his teeth. "Now keep your end of the deal!" He should've known better than to trust a vampire. He mentally smashed his head into a tree. if this didn't work…
"Sadly you haven't convinced me fully. While your reason is… amusing, I don't see why I should feel compelled to help."
Why did vampires have to be so infuriatingly hard to convince? What else could he offer to an immortal creature that was nearly invincible? Beings that were feared by nearly all humans, muggle and otherwise? A race that was unspoken of by the Ministry?
Power.
Draco grasped at a strand of thought. "He's after your kind also, as I'm sure you're aware." He licked his lips, willing this to work. "The Ministry fears your kind and pretends you don't exist. They would never help." He saw Victor's eyes turn feral at the mention and butted in before he could be interrupted. "Your hope is on Dumbledore, and I would be in a perfect position to negotiate for your side."
"What could that wizard possibly do for us?" Victor spat. "He's never shared an inclination to help before, and he won't be starting-"
"He can be persuaded!" Draco cut in. This was his last chance and damn if he'd let it get away. "Look, your kind is magically powerful but has no rights in the wizarding world. Hell, they refuse to even admit you exist! Dumbledore may be a conniving bastard but he leads the Ministry officials by their britches, and he's not as blind as most. No one would stand long in his way if he chose to argue a point."
"And you'll somehow convince him to do so." Victor stated. His voice was unemotional, but at least he was listening.
Draco shrugged. "I'm Slytherin; manipulation comes easy."
Victor's gaze swept over him once more before he relaxed a bit and let out a predatory grin.
"Ok Draco if you're so sure of this, who am I to stand against you?" A bark like laugh escaped as he leaned in closer, leveling his eyes to Draco's. "Just know that I don't hold illusions about your so-acclaimed persuasive powers. Your reasons were enough to pique my interest."
He felt the fear rolling off the boy, making the streams of dark red beneath the surface move faster. The pulse raced and breath hitched.
Victor gave no warning.
A scream erupted in the darkness only to be quickly cut off. A few strangled gasps followed. The vampire gave no notice, nor did anything else lurking beneath the black shadows of night. Time stopped, seemingly or not, it was impossible to tell. Even after the boy lost consciousness the blood continued to flow, sating the vampire until with a few last licks the pierced flesh closed.
Victor stepped back, and Draco's body tumbled in a heap on some mangled tree roots. He lay motionless, and Victor watched for a few minutes. An inhuman shriek suddenly filled the air, lasting for an impossibly long time before slowing only to start again, gaining volume. The body twisted violently, and Victor moved to a boulder a short distance off before turning back to the thrashing form. He licked a few remaining drops off his fingers as he watched the ghastly transformation begin.
By the time they stopped, Draco Malfoy would be wiped out of existence. There would be nothing of his new form to compare with the old, at least not to the few privileged enough to really see the truth.
Until then, Draco thrashed, consumed by fear and despair and unimaginable pain as the changes continued through his body, altering what little blood was left and forcibly making more.
It was going to be a long night.
Author Note: Hey guys, hope you liked the first chapter! Er… I have no clue where this story is going (I didn't even think I'd be writing it actually; it was one of those 'crappy sarcasm must take over the world cuz I'm bored' ideas), but it's gonna be fun! At least I hope so
Anyway, this is my first fic so I'd love you all forever if you'd tell me what you think about it! It only takes a minute…(and I'll give you cyber-chocolate!!) I'll try and get the next chapter up soon! Till next time…
Pip B.