Hidden Agenda

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Before I continue with the story, I'd like to inform you all that skim milk is a tool of the devil and if you drink it, may god have mercy on your soul.

Chapter Six :: Cold Blooded

My stepfather is not a good person. If this were him, if he were a vampire, not me, he wouldn't care about hurting people. He'd probably even be proud of himself. That's the sort of person he is.

Sadistic. Mean. Cruel.

My real father was the total opposite. He loved helping people and he never raised his hand in anger against anyone.

I used to be like that.

It hurts to think about my father. Like a hollow ache deep down inside, that never goes away. He was a good person and a good father. My father taught me how to love people.

Lucius taught me how to hate them.

I'm always cold. When I was younger, before my father died, he would pull me onto his lap, wrap me in a blanket and hold me. Just so I felt warm. It was the only time my hands didn't feel like ice, the only time my face was red with pleasure and not embarrassment.

A vampire's blood is cold. It runs slowly through my body, feeding it, drop by drop. If I weren't a vampire, my skin would be pink. I wouldn't have to wear so many layers of clothes. Instead, my skin is cold; pale. To add insult to injury, this disease makes me look like my stepfather. Pale. Cold. Most people assume he is my real father. They couldn't be more wrong.

Lucius is cold blooded by choice.

Not in the literal sense. His blood flows just as fast and free through his veins as it does any other normal person. It's his manner that is cold. He doesn't love anyone and has probably never tried. He says that passion is a weakness. That hate gives you power.

That love is an illusion.

I wish.

Vampires can't cry. When I think about my father I miss him so much that I feel sick. But I can't cry. I have cried a single tear since the day I was bitten. A normal teenager would probably consider this an asset. They, like Lucius, say that tears are a sign of weakness.

Unlike them, I admit that I'm weak.

But only to myself.

On the outside, I appear exactly the same as everyone else. I look human.

But I'm not.

A year passes.

I manage to resist my urges. Day by day. It hurts more, the pull is stronger, and the fight is harder. But I still do not give in.

I haven't hurt her yet. I don't want to.

But I can't help thinking how wonderful my life could be if I did.

I pass my days in an endless dream, where I envision a life without her in it. A life without her… because I am her. Part of her. And she is a part of me. Imagining that I drank her. That I finally found a place where no one would see me and there I opened my mouth, and descended upon her neck and drained her of life. Imagining how blissful, wonderful, amazing that life would be. Inside me. Now my blood. My sanctuary. I would finally be content, for the first time in my life since my father died. I wouldn't have to worry about being cold… I would be happy. Completely, totally and utterly happy.

Finally happy.

Waking. Sleeping. It doesn't matter. Every day is the same. I am always dreaming. Barely aware of what is happening around me. The vampire inside me manifests itself constantly. I rarely speak for fear of someone seeing my fangs.

I spend my time alone.

She is still here… I wonder if she knows how special she is to me. How… valuable. How vital. I cannot forget her. She fills my memory, floods my thoughts, and overflows my dreams.

I am now fifteen years old. That means ten years of torture. Ten years of pain. Ten years of unhappiness. Seven of unbearable loneliness. Seven years of pain so deep it will never go away.

Ten years without my life. Seven years without my father. 

A lifetime of sadness.

My name is Draco Malfoy.

This is my story.

A/N I'm not sure where to go from here. Should I finish the story here? One more chapter delving into the mind of a cold-blooded murderer who only wants to be human again? Should I pursue his dreams and have him do the unthinkable? I could finish it here, and it would sound complete, but you'd probably shoot me.

What about Draco's existence, his life as a vampire, keeps you so interested? Why have you read to here? What do you want to know?

You tell me and ill tell you the story.

P.S Read my other story, Live Life, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! It's really, really important! * On hands and knees * I'm begging here! Look at me! My knees are dirty, because I'm BEGGING! PLEASE READ IT!