That feeling again. The urge to kill, to destroy life. It was happening. He was being taken over by an evil power. He could taste it, see it, feel it, smell the fear in the girl. It only encouraged him. Her eyes were wide with shock and fright. He only smirked at her.

He thought of a way to kill her, to take the breath of life from her lungs.

"Er. . .Draco? D'you mind. . .getting off of me?" she asked, trying to be casual.

Draco ignored her plea and put his middle and index finger just below her ear, under the bone of her jaw, where it hurt the most, and pressed in upwards towards her eyes. Virginia made small, choking noises as he pushed up and in, on the both sides of her face, squishing her throat.

"Draco! Th-th-at h-hurts! Stop it! Help!!!" she pleaded, struggling to get free, but Draco had the strength of a vampire, which the curse of Slytherin gave him. Although Virginia was a vampire, she was only half, and therefore she did not have the same strength as Draco. She was stronger than any human, but not as strong as full vampires.

Half vampires could not transform into bats or flit. Only full vampires could do that. Ginny would need blood, but not that much. She could be killed by anything that could kill humans but sunlight and holy objects did not matter. They would do her no harm.

Ginny was struggling to breathe, and the right corner of her mouth started bleeding, along with her eyes. Tears of blood streamed down her face and she cried harder than any baby, harder than any mother in mourning, harder than a waterfall.

And Draco wanted her to stop breathing. He wanted her pupils to dilate. He wanted her to stop struggling and go limp. He wanted her limper than string, he wanted her skin to be whiter than snow, her blood to be black from lack of oxygen. In simple words, he wanted her dead.

She stopped breathing. Her pupils dilated. She stopped struggling and she went limp. She was limper than string, her skin was whiter than snow, her blood was black from lack of oxygen. In simple words, she was dead.

Draco let go and sat up. Smirking, he chuckled to himself. He looked at the dead body and knew. He knew that she had been the only one to save him. The only one to save him from this spell, this curse, this pain. But did he care? No, he did not care at all. Her last words rang in his head, replaying over and over again. 'Draco! That hurts! Stop it! Help!!!'. But it only brought him pleasure.

After a few minutes of silence, Draco heard the trapdoor being opened. He looked up and saw a black haired nymph, about five and a half foot tall, armed with a spear and a dagger tied to its foot, slide down and land on its feet on the ground. It looked at Draco, then at Ginny.

It looked confused for a second, but dismissed the situation. "Since the girl has been taken care of, I will let you choose your death. You can choose the fate we wanted for her or the fate that we chose for you. Your choices are to be either crucified or drowned. Which one do you choose?" it asked.

Draco glared at the nymph and stood up slowly. He walked over to it in slow strides and put his index on its jaw. "I choose neither," he said and placed his hand on her neck. He jerked her head sharply, and far to the right, and he heard a loud crunch. The nymph fell down, limp.

Draco chuckled to himself and thanked Venenifer Malfoy for his powers. These powers would help him become the most feared wizard on earth. Even the all-powerful Lord Voldemort would cower from him.

Draco grabbed at the ground above him and pushed himself up. The gush of fresh oxygen delighted him, and he took a deep breath. He stood up, closed the trapdoor, which was camouflaged with grass on, and looked around him. The sky was orange because of the sinking sun. He knew what Virginia would say if she had lived to see the sky. "Isn't it beautiful? Oh how I'd like to fly in that sky."

Draco looked around. There were early rising nymphs there, staring at him with amazement. Some were whispering to each other. Draco could catch "Where is Diana? He cannot have defeated her. She is our best guard and fighter."

Draco walked straight through the small crowd of nymphs until he reached the head nymph-Megana. "Why hello there Draco. Where are you going?" it asked and cocked an eyebrow.

"Home," Draco replied. Megana clicked her fingers and two nymphs grabbed each of Draco's lower arms. Draco grabbed the nymphs' wrists and spun them around backwards rapidly, and they fell flat on the ground. Megana's eyes widened and a few gasps were heard.

It was dark now. The night was a very dark night, the sky was clear of any clouds, and the stars could be seen shining in their glory in the sky. Draco smirked and took slow steps towards Megana. She backed away until she hit a tree. Draco continued to walk towards her. When he was only a few centimenters away from the nymph, he stopped and listened. He had heard a noise.

It was a hissing noise, almost like that of a snake, but not quite. "What was that?" Draco asked and ran in the direction of the noise, stopping behind a tree. There was movement in the wood. More hissing noises were heard. They got louder and louder. Then Draco saw faint outlines of people. They were coming towards the Glory in an incredible speed, and all you could see of them was a blurry outline.

Vampires. The vampires were attacking the Glory. Angry vampires, ready to strike. Draco narrowed his eyes. He turned around. "Say your goodbye's nymphs. You have vampires to deal with." He ran into the bushes the moment that the angry vampires attacked.

He hid there and watched nymphs scream and get their weapons to fight. He watched vampire and nymph blood be spilt. Light blue nymph blood and red vampire blood. Everywhere. The vampires were going crazy, slicing everything that crossed their paths. Draco heard a rustling noise behind him. He turned around and saw a vampire with a raised dagger above him. Draco dodged the dagger as it came down and the vampire fell flat on its stomach. Draco turned it around and looked straight into its eyes as he took the dagger from its pale hand.

"Murderer! You killed our leader!" it said before Draco stabbed it in the heart with the dagger. So that was the reason of their attack. The vampire that drank from Virginia's veins was their leader and they had killed him. The vampires were after him. Then why were they attacking the Glory? Well, they probably had spies and would soon find Virginia's body in the ground.

Draco's softer side was taking over again. He felt sympathy and wanted to bury Virginia's body. Guilt filled his emotions. He really was a murderer. He killed in the most brutal ways. Why did that curse have to come upon him? Why?

Draco crawled out of the bushes and behind a tree, where no one would see him. He crawled around the Glory until he came near to a rather empty spot with almost no one fighting. He ran across there and looked for the trapdoor. Nothing. It was camouflaged and therefore Draco could not see it.

"Draco!" a voice said behind him. Draco turned around. Deborah was standing behind him with a dagger in her hand. "Come with me! I'll show you the trapdoor!"

"You read my mind," Draco said and followed Deborah through the battle, defending himself and stabbing a few vampires and nymphs on the way. Deborah came to a halt and pulled at a rock. The rock was connected to some rope, which opened the trapdoor.

"Quick! Jump!" Deborah said and Draco obeyed. Virginia's body was still down there, lying limp on the muddy ground. Deborah closed the trapdoor and darkness came over them. Draco got out his wand and whispered a quick 'Lumos'. He studied Virginia's body.

Pale. Limp. Dead. Those were the words to describe her. Dead especially. Draco never thought he would ever do this, but he cried. He cried over the poor girl, who had been murdered by a man who had been there to protect her. But the damned curse just had to come along. It had to be when he was turning eighteen. The time when he was destined to destroy.

Draco cried over her for what seemed like hours. His arms rested on her stomach and his head was buried in his arms. He cried, making a small puddle on the mud and on Virginia's soft skin. He had never known how much he had cared about her. But now that she was gone, he realised something incredible-he could not live without her. Now that she was gone, his life seemed to have no meaning at all.

He had never felt like this before. No one had told him anything about such an emotion. What could it be?

Draco picked the body of Virginia Annabella Weasley up and opened the trapdoor. He got out with the help of Deborah and ran for his life and feelings.
Oops. Hehe. . .a month? I'M SO SORRY!! It was my birthday, then I had lots of homework, then I had the SAT mocks and I've been so busy!! Plus, my dog kept eating my homework. . .*smiles innocently*. Ok, call me lazy I don't mind, I know I am. Review, it'll make me really enthusiastic to write more ok?!?!?! Make them as long as you can!! And send cookies! (chocolate chip if that's ok)!!

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