Ok, this is chapter 9 I used parts from the song one last breath by creed and I think I took a phrase from titanic. AS promised. If you have any ideas as to what should happen, tell me. This is supposed to end up as a pretty long story so DO NOT suggest: they all died , the end.

Thanx to the usual and also to he lazy people who couldn't be bothered to review but did actually read. I do appreciate the comment though!

Basically……REVIEW!!! Review! Review! REVIEW!!!

abby

Chapter 9°- Cold, dark winter rain.

How amusing is my life these days? My burial ritual is tomorrow morning. Trust me to overhear, I do not have a pulse after all, I would count as dead.

I will see as I am buried in my own grave, and I will not do anything about it. I will escape afterwards. After that I will live in a prison without walls. On where I will not be able to get close to anyone, they cannot know who I am.

I will walk alone in the shadows of hell, but I will never reach my destination. A tourist to everywhere I go. A stranger to everyone I meet, a shadow to the game of truth. Just a lie.

I will never again see the sunlight, the only place where I once found safety, now I am a walker, a walker of the moon, where I walk in places that others can't begin to imagine. A thorn in my chest, scratching my heart. Always letting it live.

I am laying on a table a white sheet covering my face, waiting. My blood is cold, I'm hungry. Damn… I'm hungry.

"Brothers, we are here to mourn the death of our beloved brother, son and friend, Draco Lucifer Malfoy."

Friend? Stupid priest, he missed the 'spawn  of evil', 'ferret boy', 'daddy's boy', 'muggle hater' part. Trust him to do that.

It almost sounds ironic. A priest… mourning… for Draco LUCIFER Malfoy. I am inside a huge wooden coffin. A small box, I never knew a small box could contain so much evil, but the world really has changed, and it is not only my death they mourn. I have heard other names. Mourning the death of:

- Elizabetta Malfoy

- Lucius Malfoy

- Narcissa Malfoy

The priest carried on for a while. We are in the Malfoy burial grounds after all. I know a few things only for certain. Elizabetta and Lucius are not dead. They must be listening, just like I am, stirring inside their graves.

 My mother? What would you do if both your husband and your children are all dead? You loved them, and want to go to them, hidden from the truth that you will never find them again, and you will dwell different dimensions, of heaven and hell, of darkness and light.

My mother was perfect, we destroyed her, we all did.  Another life I destroyed, I don't have count anymore, but I have built a purpose, I will find out who my brother or sister was, and why she was lost.

There must have been something about him/her. Something that everyone else thought was better of forgotten, and never told.

I feel as earth begins to be thrown against my coffin, I am being buried. Something that should  rush through no-ones mind. Something that no-one should live through. I am now here, where the body should rest in peace, here mine won't. six feet under.

Please come now, I think I'm falling

I'm holding on to all that I think is safe

I seem to have found the road to nowhere

And I'm trying to escape

I yelled back when I heard thunder

But I'm down to one last breath

And with it let me say

Let me say

I'll just wait a few minutes, wait for everyone to leave, and then I can break through to the world above me. Leaving who I was inside a beautiful wooden casket. And all of the time I feel I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming and no one even looks up.

From where I am now, there are many roads that I can choose to take. I can put a memory charm on myself, and just forget this ever happened. I can just get out of here, and accept the consequences of my acts.. I can also just live a lie, or just stay here and drive myself insane with my own thoughts.

For the first one, what would happen when I found out if I ever did?  For the second one, I do not think I have enough balls to do that. I am not a Gryffindor after all. Third and fourth seem good enough.

I will get out there, and just pretend that none of this ever happened. I am such a coward, everything I never wanted to be. Before I thought I had found the road to somewhere, somewhere in his grace. Now, I really know that even if I d get out of this grave, my hope for deliverance to hell will stay here.

I will take the life of the one who lurks in the shadows, waiting for an absolution that will never come. He who is no more than a parasite of souls. No longer a death eater, a soul eater. He who feeds on blood and souls of those who  need guidance.

Guide me, follow me or simply don't get in the way, all of them possible victims.

I will feed on the nectar of the forbidden fruit. The one which all man wills to take, for a simple rush of desire. One he takes and eats, and enjoys. Not knowing that sooner or later he will pay for his sin, and suffer, regretting his action by the gates of heaven. A great torture, knowing what lies beyond, and that it will never be yours again.

I start hitting the top of my coffin, hoping that it will quickly let through. It does, since being sired gave me strength, but the wood pierces my hands, and the blood falls on top of me. The earth is heavy but I finally reach out to the air, and realize it's raining. Cold, dark winter rain.

Hold me now

I'm six feet from the edge

 and I'm thinking

maybe six feet aint so far down.

END CHAPTER NINE

Okay! There! A bit babbly and repetitive I know, put it was kind of an opening for chapter ten. So, what can I say? Review and chapter ten coming soon.

abby