Draco- meanwhile- was in the middle of trying to follow Hermione's scent. It was now starting to become dawn as the early sun began to dance across the horizon. It is very hard to think when you are walking around with broken ribs and more bruises and scrapes then what most people should have, while being sun-sensitive during the day.
He knew that Hermione and Atrophy were close because he had traveled for days with her scent fading and reappearing suddenly. He had never used this power for this purpose, but still found it to be quite useful.
I have to find her soon, because who knows what those other things are doing to her!!!
Draco was no longer as hungry as he was when Hermione left. He was at a disadvantage though, because her scent was beginning to fade quicker than he could keep up with.
He put a hand in his hair to ruffle it as the frustration of the last few days was wearing at him. He still did not know what had made him think of coming after her.
Sure, he cared but did he care that much? He wasn't sure of it, but nowadays he wasn't too sure of anything. He could barely trust the fact that he was going to live through the next day. Draco only had one thing to live for now, but it was too far away. He was slowly decaying without her and he knew it.
Suddenly, he looked around in hopes of finding her scent. (Even though you can't really see scents, you smell them…) He had lost her beautiful aroma in the acute breeze. He walked around some, and finally sat down in defeat.
Several hours had passed by now, and Draco had been asleep for the majority of them. He had needed to rest for a long time now, and this seemed to be the greatest chance to.
He thought back of the vampire that had turned him only a few weeks ago into the creature of the night he now was.
You see, it was a dark night with no moon and shadows seemed to lurk around every corner. What light there was only projected the look of ominous night as the dark clouds danced across the shadowy skies above. Draco had been sitting on a wooden bench in front of the Malfoy Manor with his friend, Rain.
She was always a strange person to Draco. Always quiet and mysterious, but she seemed to not have any secrets to hide. Draco knew better though, because he knew personally that people could always have secrets. Secrets that only they could know because the fear of somebody knowing was worse than telling one lie.
But that is a depressing topic, and so we shall go back to Rain and who she was.
She had smooth dark raven hair that reached down to her small waist, and she had eyes bluer than any bottomless ocean or any bright morning sky. You felt like you could trust her with the world, and the only thing you could think about when you looked into her eyes was how… untainted she was.
It is a hard feeling to describe to somebody who has never felt true purity before.
It felt like there was a white light clouding all other possible thoughts. You could only see blue, like an open sea that stretched farther than the horizon itself. You thought of love and that…light was like a wall of good feelings. You felt like nothing could hurt something so chaste and perfect, but all good things come to an end.
As he sat there talking to this girl, this creature he didn't know….she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He kissed her back, thinking that maybe would get more.
He did get more, but it wasn't what he wanted. She put one hand behind his waist and her other hand on the other side of his head to hold him up. She slowly kissed his throat tenderly, but soon she pierced him with her tiny fangs. There was only a little prick and then he felt it…
Once his skin broke beneath Rain's sharp pointed teeth, he felt calm and had sudden clarity that he was sure came from within her soul. It seemed to flow through his veins, every feeling. He sensed unfathomable happiness, and he thought that he could wait there like that forever. He was walking on untainted light clouds next to the most beautiful thing that had ever occurred to mankind. But next, there was sharp pain, not just a little prick anymore.
Draco let out a scream, and Rain let go of him. He fell down to the ground, and everything went black around him. The last thing he saw was the fear in her eyes as she ran away, very fast may I add. He knew now that she was trying to run away from Draco and what was to happen next. She left Draco lying on the ground writhing in fear and pain. These were last feelings he would feel with a beating heart…
The memory still hurts Draco to think about, even to this day and as he sat there thinking he realized that he didn't want Hermione to come of the same fate as he did. She really was pure and that was a good enough reason to save her from becoming something that would scar her forever. Becoming one of the eternally damned…
He set out much quicker on his route now, letting his instincts lead him to where he needed to be. Draco knew that she was getting closer and closer because her scent was beginning to come back again. Then, at the edge of the everlasting dark forest, was a large castle that looked more menacing than anything that Draco had ever laid eyes on. It was Atrophy's castle, he was almost sure of it.
He didn't know that Atrophy and Lachrimae had a castle, but then again he didn't know too much about the world as it stood. Up until he was turned, he was quite sure that vampires and such were only tales told by celebrators of the night. Even if they were real, he was definitely sure that such a thing would never happen to him. He knows now about how wrong he was, and sudden life can change.
