A/N: Whoa. Okay, I haven't posted anything in months, and I've deleted a few of my stories. That is because those stories will both be rewritten, as my writing style has changed over these the past half-year, and I'd like to showcase that. I shall have the first couple of chapters for Pain Only Lasts a Long While and Regrets of a Timeless Past up as soon as I can, but in the meantime, here's a new story to keep you satisfied, previous readers of mine. New readers of mine, well, just disregard this author's note. ;D

Title: Blood-Stained Aging

Author: WishesintheNightSky

Rating: M

Genre: Horror/Romance

Pairing: Harry/Draco, bits of Ron/Hermione here and there. Hints of Draco/several OC's everywhere. Blegh. Confusing. xP

Summary: A vampire. Creatures of temptation, always giving in to the desire of blood. With deathly pale skin and red eyes that glowed, they taunted you before they aimed for the kill. And as Harry Potter stared into the fiery eyes of what was left of his schoolyard rival, he feared for his life.

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of rape (though not explicit), slash (boyxboy love), foul language, vampirism, stubborn&immature!Harry, badass!Draco, and pure sexual content ahead.~ Don't read while eating. Please.

A/N2: Hey, I'm kinda in the need of a beta. =/ I think that my old one disappeared, since she hasn't really been responding to any of my e-mails lately. ;-; So just pm me if you'd like to be mine.~~ Lolz.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; J.K. Rowling has that honor. I only have Draco Malfoy locked up in my basement because I'm borrowing him...

Sorry about the unwarned POV changes. I just don't like saying whose POV it is every single time.


~*Preface*~

He could smell the metallic tang that wafted off of the man who was luring him in's lips, the color of the flesh crimson; blood-stained. His breathing was coming out in harsh pants, his consciousness painfully aware of the dread that he knew was muddled in his dilated pupils. Permanently widened eyes shifted back and forth, from the eerie glow of the man's fiery red irises that flashed an almost unreal silver every so often, to the deadly fangs that were shown only slightly by the smile that was on his mouth. Don'tkillmedon'tkillmedon'tkillme, he chanted mentally, though he knew that his efforts were wasted on the danger that was keeping him trapped against the cold brick wall.

"Do you know what I am, Ryan?" the man purred, the sound so...so erotic, but twiceas fear-inducing. He wanted to run, run as fast as his legs could take him, but he knew all too well that it would be entirely futile. The man would only snare him within his clutches once more, that being the only thing he was sure of at the moment.

He licked his chapped lips, moistening the cracked skin, before speaking for the first time since he'd been locked up in the man's arms.

"Y-y-eah." He hated himself for the way his voice shook with tremors, loathing the way he radiated such brokenness in his own mind. He averted his frightened, yet defiant gaze, choosing instead to stare at the trash cans that stood yards away.

The man cocked his head, long silvery blond hair falling to one side of his face. The innocent pretense that the man was faking almost made Ryan laugh mockingly. He didn't, though, feeling a sudden tightening of his throat that made him gulp down hard in a pathetic attempt to take away the dryness.

"Really? What am I, then?"

The man smirked then, a curl of the lip that showed more of his sharp teeth. The sight was starting to become more and more vicious-looking with every second that passed.

"V-v-vampire," Ryan croaked out, with a hoarseness that hadn't been there before. There were sobs that threatened to escape from him, to his immense disdain. Why did this man have to make him feel so weak? So helpless; defenseless?

"Good boy," the man cooed in a sickeningly sweet voice that sent shivers up his spine. "not many of your kind have the wits to even pronouncethe word aloud." He sneered the last part out, before swooping down, and running his nose along the length of Ryan's exposed neck.

"Mmm, you smell absolutely delicious, Ryan," he crooned. "Like the finest wine, that I yearn to taste sobadly." The blond stranger swiped a delicate pink tongue that Ryan could see out of the corner of his eye over his collarbone, the feel of the smooth wetness making him tremble with a sudden flare of desire that he only just realized consciously with a sinking horror.

Ryan could feel the man smirk against his neck, and he then immediately knew that the creature could smell his arousal. The embarrassment that crept into his veins made him clench his fists tightly, tendons whitening on his knuckles.

"Don't be embarrassed, love." A feral grin overtook the man's face. He moved until his mouth was directly at Ryan's ear, and spoke gently, the warm breath making Ryan flush deeply with a sense of lust that he couldn't resist giving in to. "This will be very pleasurable." a pause, "Well, just for me, perhaps." he drawled, a devious glint lighting up an already glowing red.

Just as the man was about to sink his fangs through his flesh, Ryan made a noise of protest. The vampire drew back slowly, almost reluctantly, raising a slender eyebrow questioningly at the mortal he had cornered. Chewing on his lower lip nervously, uncertainty misted into Ryan's eyes as he carefully asked one last question.

"Before you kill me," a sharp intake of breath here, "can I at least know your name?"

A deathly pale hand brushed a lock of tangled light brown hair out of the mortal's forehead, the edge of his lips twitching in obvious amusement at the human's foolishness. Staring down into cautious green eyes that reminded him faintly of someone he once knew in a past life, though, he decided to...indulge the boy. One victim that knew his name up there in the clouds, or wherever death took those whose hearts had stopped beating, was hardly a threat to rave about. Nipping at the one who had been so unfortunate as to come across him's throat, he whispered his birth name into skin that was salty, with beads of sweat rolling down its length.

"Draco Malfoy."

Ryan absentmindedly noted that the vampire's surname translated into 'bad faith' in French, releasing a faint, weak chuckle at the irony before he felt unbearable pain course throughout his body. It started at his pulse point, and spread through his veins. A scream was torn from him, and he convulsed at the horrifying stimulation that racked his body. Before his world faded into a bleak nothingness, the last thing he could see was the crimson that still tainted the beautiful danger's temptation-ridden mouth.

Chapter One

Draco frowned as he heard footsteps trailing behind him, his silver grey orbs flickering toward the sound. He halted in his tracks, turning his head toward the crunching snow. But the moment he looked, the steps stopped, the snow wasn't crunching anymore, and there was absolutely nothing he could see in the expanse besides the rows of stores in Hogsmeade from which he had only just come from. Eyes narrowing with suspicion, he pursed his petal pink lips before curling his gloved hands to wrap his coat tighter around himself as the chilly breeze picked up.

"Fuckin' Merlin, how the hell is it so damn cold out in September?" he growled out, swearing violently as he unsuccessfully tried to keep the wind from mussing his shoulder length blond hair with his clothed arms. The action only served to make the locks stick up even further, static clinging to the strands. His chest heaved at the frustrated groan he released then, mumbles of complaint muttered under his breath as he stuffed his covered fingers into the pockets of his black trousers.

A faint, masculine chuckle reached his ears. Frozen, Draco did his best not to start panicking so soon. But there was just absolutely no way that he could have only imagined that. Whipping around, he shifted his eyes in every direction, but the shadow that seemed to be stalking him still didn't enter his line of sight. Letting out a nervous laugh, sounding slightly hysterical, his widened eyes moved with the speed of a pinball, desperately trying to find the man that he could have sworn had occupied an empty space near him only a moment ago.

"W-w-who's there?"

He stumbled over his words, though barely noticing that he had let a quiver of fear slip into his tone, too anxious to even care about the Malfoy manners that his mother and father had drilled into him as he tried to figure out his current predicament.

A cruel laugh echoed in the quiet, making him shudder at crazed edge that accompanied the sound.

Before he could even blink, he suddenly found himself looking at what appeared to be a ragged, old man; an odd situation, too, considering the fact that Draco had been staring at a vacant area less than two seconds ago.

Quickly regaining his composure, though still looking a bit shaken, Draco felt a vague sense of nausea as he took in the man's appearance. A gaunt, sunken face that was scattered with bruises and scars, sandy brown hair that looked as though someone had gone insane with a cutting charm, tattered clothing that had various rips and tears throughout, and a dreadful odor that made the Malfoy heir pinch his nose in an attempt to block out the smell. But what made Draco tremble slightly in undisguised alarm, were the two blood-red gems that the man had for eyes, luminescent in the dark of night.

A line from a book that he had recently read about dark creatures flooded into his mind, despite the fact that Draco was sure he hadn't even paid attention to any of the words inside of the thick work.

"Vampires; creatures of the night that survive off of any blood that they can find, hence the crimson shade that their eyes hold."

A filthy smile pulled at the man's lips, and Draco felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. Clutching the school bag that had been swung around his shoulder, the boy bit his tongue to keep from screaming as he started to run the other way, away from the man with the threatening eyes. But his feet weren't nearly as fast as the immortal was. In the span of a heartbeat, the man was in front of him once more, and Draco couldn't hold back the undignified yelp he let out at the sudden movement.

A sadistic chortle rumbled low in the man's throat, and a flash of yellow teeth caught Draco's eye, who was trying his hardest not to let the dirty creature catch his revulsion. The immortal one obviously noticed, though, judging by the dark smile that immediately stretched across the nomad's scum-polluted face. His grubby fingers reached out to stroke the blond's baby-soft cheek, in a falsely gentle way that made him unable to hide the surge of hatred that came into his eyes like a burning fire.

Slapping away the vampire's hand, Draco snarled as he ground out vehement words.

"Don't touch me, you monstrosity."

This only seemed to make the urchin chuckle. Draco gripped his bag even tighter.

"Feisty, eh?" a grimy grin, "I like feisty."

Then pain came, and screams that he was sure were his own sounded through the night, and Draco Malfoy felt his consciousness about to fly away. Clawing at the man's foul clothing, he heard desperate pleas coming from him rapidly, though he knew that it was unfitting of a Malfoy to beg.

Screw the damn rules! his mind screamed.

Amidst tears of suffering, his stomach churned as he felt animalistic instincts fogging up his brain. He didn't register that his hands had stopped scratching at the inhumane one's body, or even that he no longer felt any twinges of agony. All he could focus on was the warmth that flooded his mouth, filling him with a hunger that wouldn't stop. The last paragraph of the page that Draco was still sure that he never paid attention to streaked across his thoughts.

"Vampires may choose to turn their prey if they wish, but the process is painful, and requires the victim to willingly share blood with the predator."

And then, there was pitch-black darkness shrouding him.


Well? Was it okay? Review and tell me your thoughts, and whether or not I should continue. (:

P.S. This would have been wayyy longer, but I figured that the part I had wanted to put in this chapter would fit far better into chapter two. Soo...yeah. ANYWAYS, reviews are love. So you better click that button down there. ;)