A/N: No I don't own any of the characters here except Rasika. I list the rest later. Please enjoy and tell me if this needs to be a rated R yet. I'm not quiet sure. THANKS!!!

Chapter Two
Sleepless Night


Circling Draco's limp body, the shadowed female smiled hungrily, her lips an unmistakable vibrant red. No doubt this would be a fun affair. The faint taste of blood still lingered in her mouth causing a wanting shiver to travel down her spine. This Malfoy, he is, by her opinion, the most aristicratic yet boyish looking one to date. Odd indeed. He has a sort of playful look about him, though his features spelt out murderer. A fairly interesting and Malfoy indeed.

She stopped abruptly as his pale lips opened slightly and his breathing became heavier. Slowly she bent down above his face and licked her lips thickly. His breath caressed the outlines of her face, hot and moist with a hint of cinnamon. Draco Malfoy was different. All more the reason to save him from his father's Hell before it was too late. Too bad really, she found him more challenging as her prey then as him being a rescue mission. The spitting image of his father, or so many thought. Oh well this could also be fun, as long as the others don't bother her. He is her's for now, her play toy. Cackling wickedly to herself, she lifted his limp body and walked smoothly into his poorly lit room. She really didn't have to carry him but she wanted to test his weight, his well developed body. His muscles were perfect, neither too bulky, nor too little and he also possessed a somewhat pale complexion.Also his peaceful almost innocent expression gave him the most humanistic appearance she'd ever seen. He was a Malfoy, but then again, he was a McLochic too.

Draco actually looked more like his mother than his father and a lot of people were missled be his appearance. They called him his father's son, but they never noticed the well-rounded ears and pianist hands of which he aquired from his mother. At first glance his eyes are a steely silver from all the years of his father's cold upbringing, yet if you look closely, they are a brilliant icy blue. A pure blue of which no Malfoy could ever possess, none except Draco. Perhaps in the beginning they were the shallow silver of his four fathers, but times change and so does everything else.

A soft groan interrupted her indepth thoughts as he jerk slightly. He was waking. Excellent! Sitting down beside him she waved her hand absentmindedly over a candle to bring more light for him to see. There was no need for her to use the light. She was a creature of the night; a wanderer thoughout the darkness, a vampire, nosferatu. Too bad this night would have to end so abruptly, but she would have her fun while and where she could.

'' Ah, you're finally awake. There's no need to speak young master Malfoy, besides we really don't have the luxury of time,'' she gave him a somewhat toothy smile and seated herself atop one of his cherrywood desks,'' My true name is Elizabeth but you may call me Rasika. I have come with urgent news from Albus Dumbledore. As always Voldemort is on the lose again and this time one of my family members is in danger. It's your job to protect her.''

Draco stared wided-eyed at her,'' What?! What are you talking about? Why would Dumbledore want me to protect some one from The Dark Lord? The Lord I serve. That's utterly insane.''

"Do you really serve him Draco,'' Rasika's voice rolled perfectly off her tongue as she flew over to him,'' Tell me Draco, do you?''

Draco couldn't speak and his muscles wouldn't react. What in bloody hell had she done to him?! She must have put a spell on him. Indeed, Rasika was a vampire and thy had no need to use a wand or to babble word spells. They only used there minds, which made the vampire the dangest of all wizards and witches. Her eyes were pure amber and they seemed to pull at his insides as he looked deeper into them. Suddenly he couldn't breath. What was she doing to him?! His lungs ached as did his lips. Oh how he wanted to kiss her, to taste that crimson shimmer on her tongue. No! She was seduceing him, but why? If she needed his help then why was she doing all this? Most vampires he'd heard were only serious and hardly ever tangled with a strong pure-blood family. Also they couldn't drink pure- blood. It would cause their insides to desintigrate, or so he heard. Her breasts were looming over him, taunting him. He wouldn't be able to stand it much longer.

"Why are you doing this to me,'' he hissed.

'' Because, I haven't had my fun with a pure-blood in ages, especially one of your perfection. Don't tell me your not having fun young master Malfoy,'' she exhailed as she licked his neck.

Draco supressed a moan and tried again to free himself from under her weight. This was no use. He was getting no where fast. Unfortunately, his father was probably still pleasuring himself and because of the woman's and his screams, he most likely couldn't hear a damn thing. Damn him to Hell! What could he do?! Her hand began to creep down to his black trousers. Shit!

'' I thought vampires couldn't drink pure wizard blood. I thought it would kill them,'' he said between gasps as she skillfully began to massage him.

'' I'm no young vampire Mr. Malfoy,'' her voice was a bit offended,'' and whoever said I was going to drink you blood. Also you never answered my question.''

What was her question? Shit, he couldn't remember and it was a bit hard to concentrate with her hand and lips teasing him. Well, maybe it wasn't too bad. He hadn't had this good of attention since Saige Thomason, a daughter of one of his father's Death Eater friends.