A/N: No clue why I'm updating this after nearly a year, but I guess I just like the story....

Chapter 5

I just stared in disbelief into the pale lavender room in which Morilla lay. She stretched slightly in her sleep and turned over and I felt a pang in my chest where my once working heart lay. So a vampire can still love?

I looked over at him. "Lancus -- "

"Remember Draco."

"Master -- I cannot do such a thing! She was my worldly love! I still love her!"

"Nonsense Draco!" his voice was light and he shot a vampiric grin at me. "Worldly love and possessions mean nothing to you now... you're a vampire." His fire red pupils danced and he said this in such a way as if it should be the simplest thing to understand..

I just stared at him, agape. Did he not understand? Perchance he had never been in love, thus he would never understand what it would feel like.... Killing someone you never knew nothing about was nothing compared to just the prospect of killing the one whom you had given your heart to. I shook my head. "I cannot do such a thing, I am sorry Master."

I could feel his face harden and become stern. "Draco! You will do this! Are you not loyal?! I thought you wanted to be a vampire. Surely you wouldn't be so stupid as to believe you could throw yourself into the world of the undead and still be able to hold onto the sickening emotions that humans consider love. Love... Love is a whole other field from what you have expierenced. You have no idea what love is. What you feel for me is the start of love, when you are older -- you shall understand it fully. Not yet. What you felt for her was not love. Doing this will help you understand your love for me."

The pride in his voice was unmistakable, but in my mind so was his stupidity. I would not kill Morilla just because he thought it would make me love him. And what I felt for him at the moment was nothing like love, in fact it was nothing short of distaste. I felt my own face harden and my eyes burned with the unmistakable passion known as hatred, hatred so strong it brought tears. I felt them well up, and could see the red brimming near my pupils. My eyes were hazy, but I could see the worry on his face as his glanced up at the sky.

"Don't you dare cry, Draco -- " he said swiftly. "Don't you dare cry, you will ruin us!" There was a note of fear in voice. He was watching the clouds gathering in the sky. But what did that have to do with me crying? This distraction sent the tears from my eyes momentarily, and sent the tears away as well.

"What do you mean ruin us?" came my curious sneer, my anger removing my feeling of neccessity to call him master, which he overlooked anyways.

"Draco. Surely you do not believe that nobody knows about us. Vampires, I mean. Surely you are not such an imbecile to believe that. And there are people out there who know things -- things that could cause much trouble for us. People know things, the signs of when a vampire is near. I daresay they know more than you do." His eyes sharpened and once again he looked at me in distaste. "When a vampire cries, Draco, the heavens mourn for him as well, and cry too. We don't understand why, but it is just such."

"The heavens mourn for us? We have no heaven! We are bound to this putrid Earth!" I exclaimed, feeling an unnatural flush coming over my cheeks.

"And perhaps that is why they mourn. But many people are trained to realize the sudden, unnatrual cloud gathering that signals a vampire's distress. Perhaps even now people are gathering to search for us." He eyed the end of the street on which we stood with worry. I had never felt this emotion coming from him before, and it startled me. It was like laying lead upon my heart...

"I'm sorry Master," I said quietly. "I just cannot do such a thing."

"We have no time tonight anyways, young Draco. Your stupidity has set back our schedule. We have to check in with your father in less than an hour, and you have cut our time close. I suppose we will have to save this escapade for another night."

"I will never do it, no matter what night you choose to set it for!"

"You feel so now, but .... you will change, that I promise. Now, come, your father is waiting."

"My father?"

"Yes, your father? Surely you have not forgotten him?"

"He knows all this?"

He laughed, a titter that was rather annoying to my ears, much unlike I'm sure you've heard about. It was nothing melodic, as most would think, instead rather like a cruel nails on glass type sound. "Of course he does. One does not just let his son's disappearance remain unnoticed... no, this has been something planned for quite a while. But all things will be explained when we meet with him. But we must go now. Come along."

Dutifully I followed him back down the trellis, after stealing a final glance at my darling Morilla. She had not heard the entire argument about her entire future which had just taken place outside her window, thank goodness.... And as I crept down, I silently promised myself that I would never sacrifice her for anybody, not even Lancus. This promise I would keep, even if it meant my death and destruction of what would have been an eternity of life....

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A/N: Ok, I know my writings gone down the crapper since I used to write... I didn't realize I could write like that. I haven't taken up this type of writing (the fancy old, flowing-ish kind) in a while and plus I've been writing other types of fic (mainly band fics) But I'm trying. Reviews are appreciated!