My Immortal Chapter 2
Wake up, Ebony. My body lurched only to feel my forehead collide with the thick wooden lid of my coffin. I hastily checked my mouth for the taste of blood, and found none. Was I really just dreaming? I could still faintly detect the intoxicating scent of Draco Malfoy. I attempted to settle back in to the relaxing darkness of my coffin, stuck in a haze somewhere between awake and asleep. The velvet interior of my wooden case enveloped me in a neon pink fuzz.
"Girl, are you alive in there?" I heard Willow grunt out from the bunk above me. In light of the fact I have to sleep in a box, the bottom bunk of our bed had been removed, replaced by the sleek frame of my coffin. The springs of Willow's bed cried out in distain as she rolled clear over the fall guard and landed with a definitive thump. The vibrations from her hitting the floor carried up through the coffin and rattled around in my sensitive ears. Willow knew how much I hated the sensation, but she also knew it was the only way to guarantee I would emerge.
"Ebony, get the fuck up! I heard you banging around in there!" She started to knock against the walls of my coffin, the taboo equivalent to tapping the glass of an aquarium. I pushed my hands up against the lid and began to slowly edge open the door to my sanctuary. There was Willow, standing right above me, her waist length black hair reaching all the way into the coffin and tickling my nose. She always smelled like Dragon's Lair, even though she swears against using perfume, claims its "for bitchy preps". I knew how much of a Hot Topic fan she was; proven by the baggy Marilyn Manson t-shirt she wore as pajamas. I doubted she could resist the allure of the perfume bottle clamped tight in a raven's claw.
"Hey bitch," My friendly way of greeting my best friend. I sat up being careful to watch the top of my head this time. I felt the stretch of leather against my legs and discovered I was still wearing the same clothes I had on during class yesterday. Had I not bothered to change into my favorite band t-shirt before bed?
"You know," Willow was snarky, "It's fine if you want to skip class and all, but you should at least invite me. I had to sit through Snape's god awful lecture alone! Do you know how difficult it is to stir a potion, cut mandrake root, and look fucking sexy all at the same time?" Willow straightened up, her hair spilling over her back and her forest green eyes glaring down at me with a look of fake disgust. Finally, she cracked and her pout turned into a mischievous grin.
"Come on girl, I'm dying here! Spill the fuckin beans already!" My head was still foggy, but I tried my best to form an answer. What had happened yesterday? I remembered vaguely that I had run into Draco, but it seemed that the more I tried to focus on that sliver of memory, the more distant the memory became.
"I don't really know.." I started to stammer.
"Whatever, we can talk about it at breakfast. Get up and get dressed." Willow grasped my wrists and pulled me up out of my coffin. She reached over to our bedside dresser and drew out a tight black leather dress and threw it at me. I caught the dress and began to shimmy out of my clothes. Willow started making her way over to the floor length mirror near the room's exit. I dropped the chain of a pentagram necklace around my neck and laced up a pair of black combat boots.
Willow and I made our way down the stairs of the girls' dormitory arm in arm. Willow may not be the nicest human I have ever met, but she is the only one who doesn't seem to care about what I truly am. We made our way out into the Slytherin common room. Across the room, standing near the fire place, was Draco. He was flanked on either side by his goonies Crabbe and Goyle. The light purple bags under his eyes gave away the fact that he hadn't slept well the night before. Even exhausted he was still a breath taking specimen, pale skin and hair reflecting the dancing flames of the fire place. I felt his smell rush my senses and I was suddenly over taken by the essence of him. I could feel his soft skin in my hands, feel his intoxicating scent filling my nose, feel the warmth of his blood coating my fangs, the taste of it coating my mouth.
"Ebony! Stop being such a creep!" Willow's elbow dug deep into my side bringing me out of my revelry. She gave me a dirty look. "What the fuck was that girl? Ogling Draco like that? You know he's just a massive preppy prick right? The hell is wrong with you today?"
"Willow," my serious tone hushed her for a moment, "do you have any idea where I was yesterday?"
"What kind of a question is that? How am I supposed to know where you were?" She rolled her eyes at me and let out a frustrated huff, "Whatever, Way," the name she used when I was stepping on her nerves, "I'm headed to Great Hall come find me when you decide to be normal again." With that she was gone, storming out of the common room in a swirl of black hair and cloak.
"Good morning, Ebony," his voice laced my ears and I found myself in heaven. The sudden, intense attraction to Draco frightened me. What was the purpose in developing a crush for my worst enemy? I tried my best to contain my composure as he drew closer to me. It felt as if the rest of the common room had melted away. My heart was drumming in my ears, yearning to hear his sweet voice again. The only thing that mattered was the distance between his neck and my fangs. There it was again, the thirst clawing at the back of my throat. Never before had I felt such an entangling passion. The want, no the need, for his blood threatened to overtake me.
His hand landing on my shoulder was enough to shock me back out of my haze. His cool grey eyes ran up and down the frame of my body. The corner of his mouth curved slightly into a charming smirk.
"I don't know what you've done to me, Way." He shook his head and his neatly combed hair became tussled. I wanted to ask what he had done to me instead. Was it some sort of prank? A love potion slipped in to one of my flasks? Then again, Draco was the one asking me.
"Get your hand off me creep!" I tried to keep my false wall of hatred up. "I haven't done anything to you" I attempted to move his hand off of my shoulder, but his grip only tightened.
"Well you must have done something, because there is no other possible way that I would feel this much," he paused for a moment searching for the right word, "attraction to one of your kind."
My heart leapt in my chest. Draco was feeling the same intense feeling that I was. He moved closer to me now, I shivered as the heat from his body crawled over me. His scent was on me again and I felt the uncontrollable desire to both bite and kiss him. He pressed his hand gently against my cheek, examining my expression. As if he could feel the tension in my own heart he broke our embrace just as I felt my fangs begin to descend. I shook myself a bit attempting to regain my composure.
"Shut the fuck up Malfoy! You're such a creeper. Why would I want you to like me?" I spoke the words, but it was only a bark. I didn't mean any of it. I should be pushing him further back and rushing out of the common room. Instead I'm standing, waiting for his response. Draco's expression softened and for a second a genuine smile flashed across his face.
"Whatever Way, we can talk about it tonight." He came towards me again and grabbed my wrist. He forced my hand open and jammed a piece of paper into my palm. "I was saving this for Pansy Parkinson, but I think you and I may need to have some personal time." With that he was gone, Crabbe and Goyle flanking him once again as they left the common room in formation.
I wanted to call out after him. Tell him there was no way in Hell I was going anywhere with him tonight. Instead I stood speechless, a mouth breathing moron. I could hear other girls in the room whispering about our encounter, but I chose to ignore them. I was so confused. Then I remembered, the paper! I opened my fist to begin loosening the clump. I couldn't believe it. There in my hand was a crumpled up, beaten ticket to the Good Charlotte concert in Hogsmeade.