(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

--'The Waste Land' T.S. Eliot

There are strong and there are weak. The strong feed on the weak, and the weak feed on the weaker. I have seen strong men fall, and I have seen weak men rise. I have made those who fed on me collapse, I have destroyed them, I have taken all I could from them, and made myself big, bigger then they were. I was the strong then, and they were the weak.

I fed on the weak, I preyed on the weak. All those lower then me, less cunning than me, less confidant, less pure blooded, less arrogant, and less brave. All those whose weak arms could not push me away, those whose weak arms opened to me, to bring me in, those who wanted me, feared me, loathed me, craved me. I am a drug, I am a form of death, I am an addiction, I am pleasure personified.

Lucius Malfoy. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

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(Wrote this listening to 'La Grange' by ZZ Topp)

Edit: I wrote this about 6 months back, soon after I finished "If I die before I wake". I havn't written since then, except to edit and re-edit "If I Die" into a fairly decent original fiction. Listening to David Bowie today and the song that originally inspired this fiction, I became once again inspired to write as Lucius.

I'll see if I still have the gift.

P.s. sorry about the actual content being shorter then the AN. call this a teaser, if you will.