No talk at all
Chapter 5°- the beginning of the end.
2 hours until my death
The reinforcements would consist only of Hermionie, the vampires, and me. I walked over to the place in the forest where the reinforcements had agreed to meet. Hidden from the eye of our enemy, they would go easy on themselves, not knowing what awaited them in the shadows. The shadows were always dangerous I had learnt. The shadows were the ghosts of death; all shadows hold grief and solemnity.
I finally got to that place in the forest. Everyone was there, not just the reinforcements.
"Draco"
One of the vampires spoke, she is young, but she looks superior. Maybe she isn't so young, but her sire had been ruthless. To kill one so young? She is actually about my age, her hair is almost as blonde as mine, and her eyes are a deep violet colour. Her skin is too white. She has a small graze on her cheek, it is bleeding, and the blood makes beautiful contrast against her skin.
"They have the elves. We have no chances of getting through this unless we all are immortal. The elves wield great magic, but they are mortal still. I will be your sire Draco. Come to me. Let me smell your blood."
This was getting killed before the battle. Have they gone insane? I believe I spot blood on Hermionie's hair. She has already been taken to the shadow world. I will have to accept, I have no other choice, I know that when she says the elves, she doesn't mean house elves; she means elves of the high kingdom, the most ancient creatures of all.
"I please to know the name of my sire."
This is accepting my death. What will it feel like? To have my soul extracted, to be taken to the darkness deeper still. A vampire with the dark mark. One of now many. If it is what it takes, I have always been weak, they offer me strength, something I cannot deny. Without my soul I know I will be stronger, my mercy will be wiped away, and best of all, I will no longer be afraid.
"My name is Elizabetta Malfoy, I lead all the vampires you can see here. We will be four. I have received your mark, prepare to receive mine"
She walks closer.
"Stop!"
"Yes?"
"How old are you?"
"I'm 8000 years old. One of the first Malfoys."
She walks up to me, and begins to play with my hair, then she stares at my neck, and I witness the most terrible transformation on her delicate face. Thousands of cuts and grazes appear on her face, then her eyes turn blood red, and she paints a terrifying smirk on her face. She comes close to my neck and opens her mouth wide.
"Clench your fists!"
I feel her fangs pierce my skin, I am now clenching my fists. I feel my life being sucked out of me, and suddenly I feel faint, my chest explodes. It could be my soul. I feel so weak, I think if she lets go of me I'll fall to the ground. My vision is blurred, and now it's all black.
I feel as someone puts skin against my mouth, it's bleeding, I drink the blood, as I do I want more and more, and then it pulls away, I feel weak still, but I have my vision back, I can see so clear, everything is clear, and there are no more innate or inane questions in my simple mind.
I run my tongue along my teeth. I cut my tongue, but I feel nothing, it is clear to me now that pain is nothing but an ordinary sensation, as of love and friendship, and hate. I do not feel now. But I reason, and I still think. I laugh as I look down at my fingers, they are so pale, they were always pale, but now they take the color of recently fallen snow .
Elizabbeta looks down at me, she looks proud, how beautiful she is!
"Your meal is waiting"
I follow, I am hungry, very hungry, for blood, human blood.
"This is insane! I will call the police!"
I laugh at this statement. What is the police? Probably some kind of muggle law.
"With what may I ask, scum?"
"I..I… have a cell phone!"
"Accio cell-phone!"
A weird and small muggle apparatus appears in my hand
"How very interesting! Did you think this muggle artifact could defeat the wonders of magic? Think again!"
I could find a simple pleasure in the lady's terrified face, it is fulfilling in some way, and although I know I could have already fed myself, this seems very…entertaining.
"So, what you going to do?"
"What are you?"
"I am the dark lord, a vampire, a killer, a creature of the night, a death eater, a former human, a wizard, and of course, a member of the honorable Malfoy family"
My father smiled at this comment, and my pray snorted
"You dare question me?"
"No! I mean, no… I …"
"Crucio!"
"Idiot!"
I smirk as the woman screams in agony, and I follow her twitching movements, with my perfect eyesight.
I drink her blood, it warms me, it strengthens me and I assure myself that Harry Potter's army will bow to us, just our sight will make them kiss the dust.
"Malfoys, Granger, follow me."
"We will be the only ones, who show our faces at first, when they start laughing, we will walk forward, with our army behind us. We will see their legs shake."
We all smile, which is a good thing, since it is now time to go forward into the field. I have never been so confident in my entire life, or perhaps it is the first time I feel confident, always my soul shook, but I no longer have one.
As we go forward, they do not laugh, but look confused, all of them, even the elves. The elf leader says something to Potter, who blushes as he answers.
"Is that all you have voldemort?"
But then it was I who answered.
"What if I told you I am eight times stronger than I was before, and I am no longer the only one?"
Worry trembles in all of their eyes. I was scared of this? He looks so inferior, they all do. We take this as a line to remove our cloaks and masks. They all look shocked. Everyone knows who all of us are.
"Hermionie!"
"Potter"
"How could you?"
"Pretty easily in fact, you are so gullible it's even funny, thank you for making my day. So… you gonna fight? Or are you going to stand there looking pitiful?"
It was clear that they expected us to be frightened at the elves.
They all attack at once, but the spells bounce off us, like oil off a heated pot.
They look so shocked I almost pity them, so helpless.
We walk forward, and our massive army follows. They have to step back in order for us all to fit in the field. They try expellirarmus, but we do not need wands to wield our magic, the magic is within us.
The looks on our faces all show the same thing, triumph, darkness, hell, superiority. They do not stand a chance, they know that, but they will fight. So stupid, senseless. Pathetic, they could have joined us, and then they wouldn't have to suffer such graceless deaths.
The looks on their faces show tears, obvious defeat, and a weak will to keep going, they are terrified. They never considered us beating them, but we were prepared, they trusted a name too much, But what good is Dumledore's right arm against an army.
Nothing, that's what they are, they were once a threat to us, that was when we were afraid. Now the earth shakes under our feet, a movement we create, the shadows we create will rise, and they will be diminished, in the game of life, good does not always win, this time it loses, it has been too long, far too long.
End of chapter five°-
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