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A/N: Another chapter! Enjoy! Thanks to my one reviewer, I forgot your name, sorry! But your review is the only reason theres another chapter! I love writing, but I will not post unless I have at least one reviewer... reasonable right?
Chapter 2: First Nights Lessons
I cannot possibly tell you how it first felt to kill -- but I can try. It was mortifying, yet exhilirating, like a gleeful, fatal dance. It was wonderful. The taste of the mortal's blood from was different from that of Lancus' however. More filling, yet without a certain -- sensation, shall I call it. Still... it was exhilirating.
I had much to learn though, my first victim almost killed me. Only in the last second before I drew the finally drop of blood that would have stopped the victims' heart forever did Lancus pull me away, slapping me sharply across the face.
"You fool! I did not create you for you to destroy yourself with the first useless mortal you fed upon!"
I looked at him uncertainly. The lines on his face did not show his age, but his wisedom. He could not have been more than 23 when created, his eyes were surely very lively when he still breathed and moved about the world as a mortal... now, they were just bleek portals into the hellish depths of his soul.
I saw this, yet I did not care, he was still my master, and I cared for him more than I could ever care for anyone... even Morilla.
Morilla was a Slytherin sixth year (one year younger than I) whom I had been seeing for a while now. Most linked me with Pansy... but, no, it was Morilla who had my heart.
I felt another sharp blow across my face. "Fool, are you listening to me?"
I felt the blow, yet I did not, do you understand? I felt it, but there was no pain that I truly felt, it just happened...
I nodded bleakly, rubbing my cheek. "I - I'm sorry..." I stammered.
His eyes sharpened, and his mouth was a tight, pale pink slit in his face. "Do you even know what it is you are apologizing for?"
I hung my head as I also shook it.
I heard him sigh, and then I felt an arm cross above my shoulder. "I suppose the important thing is that you are not gone... Just never do that again, do you understand young Malfoy?"
"I understand I must never do it, I just don't understand why, Master," I answered respectfully.
I saw a slight smile return to Lancus' face. "Ah, please, young Draco, call me Lancus," (at this I swallowed hard) "Master is such a commanding term. I want to be more of your friend, your instructor, dare I say your father."
"But I have a father Mast- Lancus."
"Ah, yes, I know, but your father does not possess what you do now, he is not suitable as your father. You are now my Childe. A Childe of the Night as all vampires are -- we own the night, as the night owns us. We are one. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"And you must never -- ever, drink the final drop of the a mortals blood -- unless you wish to perish along with the pitiful soul! And that is something, we can just not have... for you are my creation, my wonderful dream come true," here he lightly touched my cheek. "You, young Malfoy, shall be one of the most powerful vampires that ever walked this earth -- as long as you follow my lead. Do you understand?"
I nodded once again. I wanted power -- and I would follow him, as long as thats where the road lead me.
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A/N: Hehe, another chappie! Hope you liked it! I know, I know, if you've caught it, I'm stuck in the Anne Rice vibe, but as Anne Rice wishs for no fanfiction to be published on her work, this is the closest I can come! Drop me a review, and perhaps I won't sick Draco on you... hehe!
A/N: Another chapter! Enjoy! Thanks to my one reviewer, I forgot your name, sorry! But your review is the only reason theres another chapter! I love writing, but I will not post unless I have at least one reviewer... reasonable right?
Chapter 2: First Nights Lessons
I cannot possibly tell you how it first felt to kill -- but I can try. It was mortifying, yet exhilirating, like a gleeful, fatal dance. It was wonderful. The taste of the mortal's blood from was different from that of Lancus' however. More filling, yet without a certain -- sensation, shall I call it. Still... it was exhilirating.
I had much to learn though, my first victim almost killed me. Only in the last second before I drew the finally drop of blood that would have stopped the victims' heart forever did Lancus pull me away, slapping me sharply across the face.
"You fool! I did not create you for you to destroy yourself with the first useless mortal you fed upon!"
I looked at him uncertainly. The lines on his face did not show his age, but his wisedom. He could not have been more than 23 when created, his eyes were surely very lively when he still breathed and moved about the world as a mortal... now, they were just bleek portals into the hellish depths of his soul.
I saw this, yet I did not care, he was still my master, and I cared for him more than I could ever care for anyone... even Morilla.
Morilla was a Slytherin sixth year (one year younger than I) whom I had been seeing for a while now. Most linked me with Pansy... but, no, it was Morilla who had my heart.
I felt another sharp blow across my face. "Fool, are you listening to me?"
I felt the blow, yet I did not, do you understand? I felt it, but there was no pain that I truly felt, it just happened...
I nodded bleakly, rubbing my cheek. "I - I'm sorry..." I stammered.
His eyes sharpened, and his mouth was a tight, pale pink slit in his face. "Do you even know what it is you are apologizing for?"
I hung my head as I also shook it.
I heard him sigh, and then I felt an arm cross above my shoulder. "I suppose the important thing is that you are not gone... Just never do that again, do you understand young Malfoy?"
"I understand I must never do it, I just don't understand why, Master," I answered respectfully.
I saw a slight smile return to Lancus' face. "Ah, please, young Draco, call me Lancus," (at this I swallowed hard) "Master is such a commanding term. I want to be more of your friend, your instructor, dare I say your father."
"But I have a father Mast- Lancus."
"Ah, yes, I know, but your father does not possess what you do now, he is not suitable as your father. You are now my Childe. A Childe of the Night as all vampires are -- we own the night, as the night owns us. We are one. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"And you must never -- ever, drink the final drop of the a mortals blood -- unless you wish to perish along with the pitiful soul! And that is something, we can just not have... for you are my creation, my wonderful dream come true," here he lightly touched my cheek. "You, young Malfoy, shall be one of the most powerful vampires that ever walked this earth -- as long as you follow my lead. Do you understand?"
I nodded once again. I wanted power -- and I would follow him, as long as thats where the road lead me.
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A/N: Hehe, another chappie! Hope you liked it! I know, I know, if you've caught it, I'm stuck in the Anne Rice vibe, but as Anne Rice wishs for no fanfiction to be published on her work, this is the closest I can come! Drop me a review, and perhaps I won't sick Draco on you... hehe!
