Disclaimer: HAHA, I do own, Lancus, so *sticks out tongue* though I don't own Draco... dangit, I'll have to work on that one!
A/N: Hey! Just another fic from me! Haha, Shadow has done it again, but now, she's telling a story through Draco's eyes. Draco becomes a vampire, and has to learn how to survive by learning the Vampiric Ways. Please r/r
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Chapter 1: My Creation
I didn't chose this... I never wanted this... but, oh well, I love it anyways.
The prowl, the hunt, the kill. If you understood... but you can't, you never will.
I was in my dormitory when he came to me. None other than Lancus Morelik. I had met him only once before, in Knockturn Alley, when my father had taken me there late at night to meet some "friends" of his. I was immediately entranced of course. The smooth milk white skin, the burning fire red pupils which seemed trapped in the icy blue stones of his eyes. He was magnificent. The fangs the protruded over the smooth, pale pink lips. I longed for those. Father said that he had been in existence for over 300 years. I could only imagine what I could accomplish over that time span. How I could prove myself through the Dark Arts. It would magnificent. Father didn't allow me to speak to him, but perhaps he had heard my thoughts, I begged from my mind... perhaps he had been listening to my internal pleas as he looked me over.
He had, it turns out.
He stood before that night, hands on his hips, a silent omen of great things to come.
He was my dream, my love.
You have to understand, I don't mean love as a wife loves a husband, but more like a father loves a child. He was the father, and I his new childe. He would teach me, he said, if I was ready. My body, at 17 was in peak condition was what he called the more thrilling thing I would ever encounter in my soon to be immortal life. All I had to do was say the words.
And say them I did.
In a few swift movements he had embraced me, held me like a lover, and for the few moments that he held me, our hearts practically joined to one, his swiftly pounding heart driving me to want to live, the only thing that kept me that way as he drained most of everything from me.
Then it was my turn. Gnashing his wrist with his left tooth, he touched it to my lips. The blood flowed and, oh, the taste was wonderful. I sucked at it, as a kitten nurses from its mother cat. I was a young infant once more, Lancus my nurturer, caretaker.
After a while though I could see the pain tensing Lancus' face and his pried his arm from my mouth. My hands automatically stretched out to retrieve it, but his glare kept me at bay. I had to learn to control myself, he told me, or else I would never survive in this world. I had much to learn... and I was very willing pupil.
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A/N: Please r/r, I'll love you dearly, and I may even make you a vampire! More to come later!!
A/N: Hey! Just another fic from me! Haha, Shadow has done it again, but now, she's telling a story through Draco's eyes. Draco becomes a vampire, and has to learn how to survive by learning the Vampiric Ways. Please r/r
*****
Chapter 1: My Creation
I didn't chose this... I never wanted this... but, oh well, I love it anyways.
The prowl, the hunt, the kill. If you understood... but you can't, you never will.
I was in my dormitory when he came to me. None other than Lancus Morelik. I had met him only once before, in Knockturn Alley, when my father had taken me there late at night to meet some "friends" of his. I was immediately entranced of course. The smooth milk white skin, the burning fire red pupils which seemed trapped in the icy blue stones of his eyes. He was magnificent. The fangs the protruded over the smooth, pale pink lips. I longed for those. Father said that he had been in existence for over 300 years. I could only imagine what I could accomplish over that time span. How I could prove myself through the Dark Arts. It would magnificent. Father didn't allow me to speak to him, but perhaps he had heard my thoughts, I begged from my mind... perhaps he had been listening to my internal pleas as he looked me over.
He had, it turns out.
He stood before that night, hands on his hips, a silent omen of great things to come.
He was my dream, my love.
You have to understand, I don't mean love as a wife loves a husband, but more like a father loves a child. He was the father, and I his new childe. He would teach me, he said, if I was ready. My body, at 17 was in peak condition was what he called the more thrilling thing I would ever encounter in my soon to be immortal life. All I had to do was say the words.
And say them I did.
In a few swift movements he had embraced me, held me like a lover, and for the few moments that he held me, our hearts practically joined to one, his swiftly pounding heart driving me to want to live, the only thing that kept me that way as he drained most of everything from me.
Then it was my turn. Gnashing his wrist with his left tooth, he touched it to my lips. The blood flowed and, oh, the taste was wonderful. I sucked at it, as a kitten nurses from its mother cat. I was a young infant once more, Lancus my nurturer, caretaker.
After a while though I could see the pain tensing Lancus' face and his pried his arm from my mouth. My hands automatically stretched out to retrieve it, but his glare kept me at bay. I had to learn to control myself, he told me, or else I would never survive in this world. I had much to learn... and I was very willing pupil.
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A/N: Please r/r, I'll love you dearly, and I may even make you a vampire! More to come later!!
