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Malachi glares into the room. I'm sure he takes in Draco's shirtless appearance and my disheveled self in one brief glance. Which leaves the other twenty-seven seconds of awkward silence for me to debate on which lie would he most believe. Either I screamed and ran around frantically because I saw a spider and Draco came out to help me without putting a shirt on... or... Draco and I were dueling ... for practice.

"You live with him." It wasn't a question, but I feel the need to affirm the statement anyway. At least I don't have to use one of my weak ass excuses yet.

"Yes. I live with him. On the weekends. It's part of a project for school."

He attempts to take a step in, looking overly threatening. I step all the way in front of him blocking his entrance. I'm pretty sure I didn't invite him in. And furthermore how did he even know where this room was?

"You and I lived together over the summer. Why does it matter if I live with him for a couple of weekends?" I ask noting how my sassiness has returned.

"You never wore my shirts around the house." He points out sounding bitter.

"You never would have let me. Not saying that Draco lets me, I stole this shirt. I can take it off." I say quickly as I begin to lift the hem of the shirt knowing full well I'm not wearing anything underneath. His hands grab my wrists and squeeze them tightly.

"Leave it on." He growls narrowing his gaze at me.

"If you wish." I grin letting go of the shirt.

"You should have just told me. You're obsession with him makes much more sense now."

"Come again?" I whisper angrily looking back over my shoulder hoping Draco hadn't heard that. By the looks of it, with his raised eyebrows and suggestive smirk, he totally had.

"You're around his blood more often, but never give in. Your mind is hardwired to seek him out but not feed on him." Malachi explains leaning against the door frame.

"Or she just likes me more; it's not like she was trying to have sex with you earlier." Draco mumbles under his breath. The only problem with that is that to us, Malachi and I, it sounded like he was standing right next to us talking in a normal voice.

Malachi maneuvers past me in an attempt to get at Draco, probably to kill him. I twist around, catch him by the neck and throw him against the wall.

"Shut the hell up Draco!" I shout jumping on top of Malachi so he stays pinned to the wall. Stop giving him damn ideas! I want to yell. He doesn't know about us!

"Get off me Delilah." He orders in an eerily cold voice.

"Promise me you won't hurt him." I order.

"I won't hurt your precious pet." He says disgustedly.

I get off of him and go to shut the door. No one needs to overhear whatever is about to be said.

"I'm not a pet." Draco says standing his ground in the middle of the room with his hands over his chest.

"Don't make me laugh human." Malachi straightens his shirt as he stays leaning against the wall.

"I helped save her life. I found her." Draco argues proudly taking a few steps towards Malachi.

"Dogs do the same. You're no different. You amuse her. Humans always amuse us. You're just lucky she's still so attached to her humanity." He steps away from the wall.

"Why is that Vampire?"

They are mere feet away from each other now.

"Okay you two, let's take a break. Draco can you go put a shirt on while I have a little chat with Malachi?" I ask him politely as I touch his arm gently. Even though I don't order him to go do it I know my words will still make him want to. He nods without taking his eyes off of Malachi. He heads for his room and shuts the door.

I turn on Malachi.

"What the hell are you doing? This is exactly what I was talking about earlier. Leave me alone! Draco and my relationship is none of your business. And just so you know he's right. He's not my pet."

"Your relationship? It's a relationship now."

"Friendship, whatever. You know what I mean. Thank you for calming down, but still. You can't just show up at my door any time you want."

"Was I interrupting something?" He asks knowingly.

"No. Of course not." I lie walking over to the couch and fixing the cushions.

"Delilah. Tell me the truth." He says moving in front of me so I can no longer focus on the couch. Instead I have to look up at him and lie again.

"I am. There's nothing going on between Draco and I. Draco was just trying to piss you off earlier. He doesn't like you."

"The feeling is mutual. But just remember that I asked politely first." Malachi says bringing his hand up and caressing my face.

"What do you mean?" I ask as I stand frozen in front of him, unwilling to slap his hand away. It's such a different feeling when Malachi touches me. There is no hunger. There is no overwhelming emotion. All I feel is his fingertips grazing my cheek.

"You should have just told me the truth." He whispers bringing his lips down on mine. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer as if he could meld me into him. I can't do this here. Draco is right on the other side of the wall. When I try to pull away Malachi doesn't release me. His lips trail down to my neck.

"Malachi let me go. I told you; I'm not going to do this." I say with as much force as possible.

"I asked politely." He repeats and a second later I feel his fangs rip open my skin. His hand is over my mouth the instant I try to scream in pain and surprise. He keeps drinking, drawing from me every feeling and thought I've had over the last few days. His grip on my face and body tightens as each second ticks by. He's trembling with anger as I grow weaker and weaker. My eyes begin to shut as the pain grows deeper in my body. He didn't draw from me nearly as much last time... was he ever going to stop? I close my eyes tightly as angry tears begin to roll down my face.

A bright light flashes behind my eyelids. Am I losing consciousness? Malachi falls to the floor instantly, freeing me from his grasp. My eyes flutter open as I try taking a step towards a chair but I fall to the floor. I close my eyes tightly waiting for the impact. Only I don't hit the ground. I fall into strong arms and am lifted easily onto the couch.

"Delilah? Are you okay? What the hell did he do to you?" Draco's worry flows from his skin into my body. It hurts.

"I'm fine." I whisper.

"You're bleeding. Excessively. He fed on you?" His hand puts pressure on my neck. He sounds appalled.

"It's not called feeding." I chuckle weakly.

"Be quiet." Draco orders. He takes his hand off my neck. Probably grossed out by my blood. I should heal soon I think. Of course, all the blood I drank earlier is gone now. He drank so much. I just need to find another one of those vials... once I can feel my legs again.

A sweet intoxicating smell slaps me in the face so hard my eyes pop open automatically.

"Here. Drink." Draco orders placing his bleeding wrist over my mouth.

No, not again. I try to purse my lips and shake my head.

"Stop it Lila. You need this." He says softly as he brings down his wrist to rest on my mouth. The moment his blood touches my lips I'm a goner. I begin to suck on the wound very slowly, but soon I'm fighting the urge to bite down and make the wound even deeper. Since I'm not dying like the last time we were in this position I am able to really taste and appreciate his blood. It's laced with his emotions of worry and anger, but it tastes like a slice of heaven with sprinkles and whip cream.

Draco kneels down so he's resting more on the couch than standing next to me. He's not looking at me while I do this. Not that I blame him. The wound in my neck has already healed and I can feel the energy coursing through me. I can't put to words exactly how wonderful his blood tastes, nor how it makes me feel. It's like I could take on the whole world at this moment and win.

His hand tightens into a fist and I release him automatically. It should have been difficult to stop drinking from him, because let's face it I could have fed on him until nothing was left, but it wasn't. Maybe it was because I could feel him getting more and more anxious. I swear his blood practically talked to me. I think I'm going insane.

"Better?" Draco asks quietly as he uses his wand to heal the wound.

"You shouldn't have done that." I say sitting up. What if I will have a stronger urge to feed on him now? Stupid stupid urges. I should have thrown him out of here and found that damn vial. Too late now of course.

"But do you feel better?" He repeats still not looking at me.

He probably has realized what a freak I am and is now going to run far far away. It would be the smartest thing after all.

"Yes. Much better. Thank you." I answer begrudgingly. I glare over at Malachi who is still lying unconscious on the floor. I would like to kick him in the face.

"Good." He touches my shoulder and looks at me with a genuine smile. I smile back in surprise. He grabs my hand and squeezes it. And then he turns and looks down at Malachi. "What should we do with him? I can set him on fire if you like." His voice is acidic and cold. The hatred overwhelms me to the point that I can barely see for a moment.

"No. You can't!" I shout causing him to look back at me.

"So you allowed him to tear open your neck like that?" Draco asks harshly.

"Of course not, but I can't kill him. That's absurd. And I won't let you either. He likes to get his way is all. You're just angry right now." I explain all in a rush. My reasoning sounds awful, but I'm still right.

"And you aren't? He violated you!"

"And you've never violated me?" I argue. Good job Delilah, turn the tables on him. That should better his mood.

"That's different!" He yells stomping away.

"How?" I jump up and rush after him. I hope he's too frazzled to point out the obvious... that he's never cut open my neck and bled me. That's a pretty big difference.

"I didn't care about you then." He twists around and shouts at me.

I stare at him for a moment in silence. For a brief second I thought I heard him say 'I didn't love you then'. Definitely not what he said.

"Listen, what he did was wrong but it's a vampire issue; you won't understand. He did it because he knew I was lying to him. Not because he was trying to take advantage of me or anything." I continue to try and explain taking a few steps towards him.

He looks at me like I've completely lost it. Fair enough. I still don't know what came over me earlier when I was all ready to rape Draco. And now I'm acting calm and collected even though I should want to rip Malachi's head off for drawing on me again.

"Are there other vampire issues that I'm not going to understand?" Draco asks coldly.

"Of course; I don't even understand half of them." I laugh throwing my hands up into the air.

"If I had ever done that to you you would have skinned me alive. What makes him so special?" Draco ignores my attempt to change the tone of the conversation.

"Draco, please take a deep breath and calm down." I say soothingly taking his face in my hands and looking up into his eyes. "Thank you for caring. Malachi will get what he deserves. But you and I both know it isn't death."

"You're really beautiful." He whispers placing his hand on mine.

"Don't try and change the subject." I order.

"I'm not; it's just a fact." He smiles and leans forward. His lips brush mine ever so softly. The electricity that runs through my skin and down my veins is stronger than ever before. It's like we're conducting our own energy as we move our lips together in time. I let out a small moan unable to control the rising desire enveloping me. Draco runs his hands through my hair.

Malachi lets out a groan and I jump apart from Draco in one quick succession.

"Okay, you have to go." I say pushing him towards the door.

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. You gave me your blood. I'm good to go; trust me." I fling open the door and shove him through it.

"I don't understand why I have to leave. I can help." He argues as he steps back into the doorway so he's blocking my ability to shut the door.

"He knows we're involved. Physically. It would be best if you aren't around when he wakes up. He's not big on sharing."

"Sharing? I thought you weren't together." Draco raises an eyebrow.

"We're not. But he's the jealous type. And besides I can handle him alot better if I don't have to worry about protecting you at the same time."

"Fine. But I'll be back soon. So kick his ass and be done with it." Draco gives me one of those sexy looks that makes me want to melt, turns on his heal, and walks away.

I sigh and shut the door hurriedly. I walk to the sink, fill a glass with water, and head over to Malachi. I stand over him and pour the water all over his face. He sits straight up with a growl.

"Rise and shine." I walk back over to the kitchen and toss the glass in the sink. With my back turned I can hear him move so I'm not surprised when I turn back around he's standing right in front of me, dripping wet.

"Where is he?" The menace in his voice should bother me but I'm too annoyed to care.

"Not here." I snap.

"Good; we need to talk." He grabs my wrist and yanks me over to the couch and throws me down. I'm not fighting him until he starts getting violent again; I need to save my strength.

"Seriously, who told you those jeans went with that shirt?"

"Now is not the time for your sass." He growls walking back and forth in front of me.

"Bite me. Oh wait you already did that." I growl right back.

"I had to. You would have continued lying to me."

"Well now you know I want to have sex with Draco. Whoop dee doo." I lean back into the couch in an attempt to get comfortable.

"You're such a stupid girl. Stupid naive little girl." He turns on me and stares me down.

"Regret collecting on that debt my father owed yet?" I sneer folding my arms over my chest.

His hand reaches out to slap me across the face. I catch his wrist and twist it downwards. He looks at me in complete surprise. I smirk wickedly and kick him in the chest so he flies backwards. Draco's blood has given me a weird high, both mentally and physically. I've never been able to stop one of Malachi's attacks before.

"If this is you trying to win me over... you're failing miserably." I stay sitting on the couch in amusement.

"You drank his blood." Malachi gets up and studies me.

"Ding ding; we have a winner." I declare.

"You're going to be the death of that boy."

"Wouldn't that do you a favor?" I cross a leg over my knee in mock interest.

"No. You'd never forgive yourself. I don't know how much clearer I can be... Humans and Vampires do not mix. I gave into this childish whim of yours, going back to this school, in hopes you'd realize you don't belong here with humans. Apparently I was wrong; you practically think you're one of them now."

"You just want me to yourself." I stand up and yell at him.

"I have forever to want you. I can wait. What you seem to forget is that if you don't kill him something else will. It's inevitable. You're only hurting yourself." He begins to take a few steps towards me.

"I'm just having fun." I counter clenching my fists tightly in hopes to stop the shaking.

"I felt your feelings Delilah. I know you love him. This can only end in disaster. It's what I told your brother. And it's what I'm telling you. You have to start letting him go."

"No!" I yell charging at him. The rage comes out of nowhere and completely consumes me.

He tries to move out of my way but my fist catches him across the face bringing him crashing into the wall again. I try to jump on top of him to pin him down so I could pummel him but he gets up faster than I expect. He attempts to grab me around the waist but I grab his wrists and twist at the same time bringing him up and over my head to slam back down on the ground. I bring my knee down to slam into his face but he sits up just in time so I make contact with the floor instead of his head. He reaches up behind him and grabs my neck. He pulls me so hard I fly over his head and land on my back lying in front of him. He jumps on tops of me pinning me to the floor.

"Get the hell off me!" I scream.

"Your brother didn't sacrifice himself so you could end up killing more innocents."

I go limp under his weight. He knows? How does he know?

"I've known since Paris Delilah. There has been no need to bring it up before this. But you owe it to your brother. He gave up his human. You need to give up yours."

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I whimper.

"I'm doing you a favor. When I said earlier that I wasn't giving up I meant that I wasn't giving up on you. You're going to be a great vampire. You just need more guidance."

"I hate you I hate you I hate you!" I scream as I try to kick him off of me.

"Stop acting like a child Delilah. You know I'm right. Why do you think you rushed back here and wanted to bed Draco so badly?"

I stop fighting him at these words and look up at him in fury and curiosity. How could he know why when I don't even know why.

"Because deep down you knew I would put a stop to this friends with benefits thing. I would convince you how awful this path you've chosen can get."

I'm about to scream at him again. Blame this whole thing on him, because let's face it had he not turned me into a vampire then I wouldn't have to be too worried about killing Draco or how to get out from underneath an incredibly strong and perfectly sculpted vampire. But the moment I open my mouth he cuts me off.

"Don't even think about putting this all on me. If I hadn't turned you Draco wouldn't be nearly as attracted to you and therefore you would still be an ordinary school girl pining away."

"That's not true." I say as I try to wiggle my hand out from underneath him. He's putting pressure on just the right areas to keep me immobile as possible.

"It is. You've glamoured him. Just like you did to that man in the car all those months ago. He doesn't know it and you don't even know it, but it's true. How else can you explain his sudden attraction for you. You hated him over the summer as I recall. He has to have changed quite a bit for you to be in love now. Doesn't sound like normal behavior to me."

I give up trying to push him off me. What if everything he is saying is true? He's here to keep me from doing anything stupid even though I'm already knee deep in stupid, according to him. And now Draco doesn't even really care about me? It's just my vampire glitter power? Or glamour power. Whatever the hell it is. What am I supposed to do now?

I'm really regretting not letting Draco light a match and toss it on him while I had the chance. How did this day get so out of control?

"Are you going to stop trying to break parts of my body?" He asks lightheartedly. I nod slightly unable to form sentences at the moment. He gets off me and I scoot away from him as far as possible.

"How am I supposed to just stop being with him? Or near him or anything?" I mutter as I close my eyes tightly.

"You compel him. You tell him to stay away."

"It wouldn't work. I could undo the order at any time. I have no will power says you." I snap my eyes open and glare at him.

"Then you'll have to scare him away." He says offering a hand to help me up.

I ignore it. "How do I do that? Feeding on him doesn't bother him; he's made me do it twice already." I stand up on my own and head for my room pulling off Draco's sweater and throwing it to the ground. I don't care if I'm shirtless in front of Malachi... if he tries anything I'll know he's full of it and then I'll do everything in my power to slice off every appendage on his body.

"He has let you feed on him. You've never attacked him. You've never been the one taking advantage of him. He's been a willing participant." He calls out from the living room area.

"I can't do that." I grab a plain shirt and pull it over my head.

"You can." He appears at my doorway.

"You told me I wasn't supposed to feed on him again. Isn't this breaking that rule?" I start pulling down my skirt. He turns his body away from me so he's not looking in my direction. Ugh, now he's acting like a gentleman? Really?

"You've already broken it. Might as well do it again." He sighs.

"I thought we'd bond or something if I feed on him too much." I grab the nearest pair of jeans and slide them on.

"Like I said before I've never seen it happen, so no. And this way he'll stay away from you and you'll stay away from him for fear of losing control and feeding on him."

"I can't just attack him without cause; that isn't me"

"I'm sure you'll come up with something."

"I guess you've got this all figured out huh?" I push past him out the door.

"I don't like this Delilah. I can see it's hard for you. But short of pulling you out of Hogwarts this is the best plan I could come up with."

I shake my head in disbelief.

"Can't I have an hour or two to at least think about it?"

"It is your decision Delilah, but in the end I think you know what you have to do no matter how long you decide to think about it." He pats me on the shoulder and heads towards the door.

"Wait." I call out. He stops and turns around. "Why'd you kiss me earlier?"

"Because I knew that if my assumptions were correct, and they were, you wouldn't be kissing me for awhile."

"By awhile do you mean never? Because that sounds about right." I retort.

"Never is an awfully long time for creatures like us. I'll be back to check on you later and make sure you didn't kill him." He leaves and shuts the door behind him.

I fall to the floor in a heap no longer willing to keep up any type of composure. What the HELL am I supposed to do? Seriously? I have no idea. On the one hand I have this great thing with Draco... He makes me feel like I'm more alive and happy then I have felt in a long time. On the other I'm a vampire. He's a human. He's going to grow old and die; that is if I don't accidentally kill him before then. And to top it all off I haven't even mentioned his family issues or that he's engaged to Beth still. It would seem the choice is obvious... but I love him. I love kissing him and hanging out with him and just talking with him.

He doesn't love me.

"Lila? You okay?" The door opens and in steps Draco, very cautiously. He probably still thinks Malachi is here and wants to kill him. Little does he know.

"Fine." I mumble standing up.

"You sure? He didn't attack you again did he?" Draco comes over to me and inspects my neck.

"I told you I'm fine." I push his hands off of me and step back. I want nothing more than to cuddle with him. His touch calms me and excites me at the same time.

"You don't sound fine. I talked to Beth about what happened and she thinks..."

"When were you first attracted to me?" I interrupt him.

"What?" He looks at me strangely.

"When were you first attracted to me? When did friends with benefits seem like a good idea?" I repeat. This is it. If he answers sometime before this year then I won't follow Malachi's instructions. It will give me enough hope to continue my little charade for at least a little while longer. But if not...

"I was attracted to you enough to kiss you last year." He says thoughtfully.

That's good right? Though it kind of sounds pathetic the way he says it.

"But it wasn't until this year that I realized you intrigued me enough to try you out."

"Try me out?" I keep my tone light, as if he just said a funny joke.

"You know, get involved with you. I mean you don't think I've had a crush on you for the last five years or anything did you?" He chuckles. I can hear his heartbeat. He's not lying. "But why does it matter? I certainly find you attractive now." He tries to tug at my hand to pull me closer but I rip it out of his hand.

"We should make an official announcement. Douche bag Draco is back." I shake my head sadly willing myself not to cry.

"Lila what are you talking about?" He grabs for my hand again, but this time when we touch I begin the best acting performance in my life.

"Draco! You have to leave now!" I cry trying to back away from him.

"What, why? Are you okay?" He asks sounding genuinely concerned.

"No stay back. I can't control it. Your blood... it's too... delicious." I moan looking up at him with my teeth bared. Cheesy? Maybe.

"Delilah?" He stops advancing towards me and just stares at me with what looks like a mixture of shock and worry.

"I told you to leave; go; run." I snarl. If he leaves then I'll have enough time to think of another plan or something.

"I'm not leaving unless I know you're okay." He says standing his ground.

"Your funeral." I state. I take a deep breath and then I rush at him.

I slam him against the wall and hold him there grinning evilly at him. "I told you to run."

"I'm not afraid of you." He says trying to keep his voice from cracking.

"You're lying Draco. And you know how I hate liars." I laugh loudly craning my head back.

"Delilah... what's happened? What did he do to you?" He asks.

"Nothing." I whisper into his neck. I inhale and press my lips to his skin.

"Delilah..."

The sound of my name on his lips is my cue. I sink my teeth into his neck. He doesn't scream or shout like I expect. He doesn't even struggle. I pull back with blood all over my mouth and glare at him.

"Afraid now?"

"You won't kill me." He says.

A part of me inside breaks at those words. If only he knew why I had to do this. His eyes are pleading but I can't give in. He told me point blank that he just started liking me this year: proof that what Malachi said was true. He was even rude about it. He has to fear me. He has to despise me. Just think of all the mean things he's done to me. He's not innocent. If I focus on that I can do this.

"Maybe not; but I can make sure you feel a whole lot of pain. It's in my nature." I explain and take another bite into his neck. I keep biting until he finally starts to beg me to stop. His fear turns his blood bitter, but I continue to maul him. I don't slow down until he begins to lose consciousness.

"You should have left." I say again wiping off my mouth on his shirt. I release him and let him fall to the floor. His neck is covered in blood. It drips down his shirt staining it everywhere. There's so much blood.

"I'll take care of Carrow. Wouldn't want a repeat of this to happen again." I say patting him on the head keeping up this horrible pretense. He makes an attempt to speak. I know full well he can't. I'm pretty sure I punctured his esophagus. I have to look away before I begin to weep and beg his forgiveness. I swallow the bloody bile that is rising in my throat.

"Don't tell anyone my secret." I order as I touch his face. The faint feeling I receive from him is pity. Not hate or fear but pity. I leave the room as fast as possible. I have to find Malachi. He has to fix him. He has to heal him. What if I have killed him? What if he dies? I should have stopped sooner. Why did I do that? Why?

"Whoa, where are you rushing off to?"

I run into Malachi head on at the end of the hallway.

"I did it. Go in there. Heal him. Please. Heal him now. NOW." I beg frantically unable to keep a handle on my tears anymore as I collapse against the wall.

"What exactly did you do?" He looks stricken as he rushes for the door.

"I did what you told me!" I yell falling to the floor as I begin to sob uncontrollably. What have I done?


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