A/N: Lookie I finally wrote Ch. 4. Happiness. I posting this write after I wrote it, so I've only edited once so it might have some errors. Also I was too lazy to look up some things in my books, so sorry if there are any errors because of that.

Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine.

Chapter 4 Death Among Us

Damien scanned the crowded muggle club quickly trying to find his next victim. He found her sitting in a corner by herself. She was a pretty little thing with bright red hair. Silent tears were slipping down her face, and she was clutching her drink as if it was the only thing keeping her here on this earth. Damien closed his eyes, trying to ignore the annoying flashing neon lights of the dance floor. He tried to read her thoughts. Well, he couldn't really read her thoughts. A mind wasn't a book. However, in general Damien could detect feelings, and sometimes when the thoughts were strong enough he could detect their meaning.

The first thing he sensed was despair. He was shocked that a mortal creature with so few years could have such a total and complete lack of hope. As Damien scanned deeper in her mind he realized that she was planning on committing suicide that night. Damien smiled. She was perfect. He continued to watch her until she left the club. Damien followed her home smiling at how determined her step was. She was going to kill herself or die trying. The wind started to pick up causing the temperature to drop several degrees. The girl wrapped her arms around herself in a vain attempt to stay warm.

After about 15 minutes of walking they reached her apartment. It was a dilapidated four-story building. Damien was surprised that anyone would want to live in this place. A rat-infested shoebox would be better than this. Damien followed the girl into her apartment. As long as he hid in the shadows and she stayed as distracted as she was, she wouldn't notice a thing. He watched her for five minutes before he let his presence be known.

Her blue eyes widened in horror, then awe. She thought Damien was some kind of angel, but he was no angel only death. He closed upon her quickly, taking her into his arms. She gave little resistance. She had been as prepared for death as any mortal could possible be.

"Who are you?" she said softly to him.

"Death." He whispered back before sinking his fangs into her tan neck. When he was finished, he carefully laid her now lifeless body carefully on her bed. Damien bit his tongue and kissed her neck were he had bit it making sure that two drops of blood fell on each of the puncture wounds. The blood fell on them and they instantly healed. When the police discovered her body they could find no cause of death except that all of the blood in her body had disappeared. The case of Kristi Lawrence would go unsolved.

Draco's POV

I measured my transfiguration essay hoping it was nearing 3 feet. Much to my luck, I had only four inches to go. I was dipping my eagle quill in my green ink when I heard an owl tapping at the window. I walked to the window and opened it. I didn't recognize the owl and it didn't stand out in any particular way. As soon as it delivered its letter it flew off into the night. I unrolled the parchment. Most other people would have thought that the parchment was completely blank, but I knew better. I looked in the very bottom of the left hand corner and saw exactly what I was looking for. Written so small and so faint that you had to know it was there to see it was the numbers 9/24 and 12. I lit the parchment on fire with my wand and went to go find Cat.

When I found her she was sitting on one of the black leather couches in the common room. She was staring into the fire but wasn't really seeing it.

I sat down next to her. "Cat, I got a message from Him."

She came back to herself with an effort. "When is it?"

"Tomorrow night, midnight." I said

She nodded and then turned back to the fire. What was wrong with her? She was even more reserved than usual. Cat rarely talked, and when she did it was usually only one or two word answers. I wished she would talk to me about whatever was bothering her. It was probably nothing. I knew that she had been having problems with her roommates. Perhaps that was it. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. It explained everything. It explained why she kept disappearing; she was hiding from her roommates! But what about that one night? It had been pouring that night. Cat had run into the common room after midnight soaking wet and as white as a sheet. I had been up finishing my History of Magic assignment. She had been completely freaked out, but had refused to talk about it. I pushed that to the back of my mind. It was her roommates it had to be.

Catalina Nightwitch woke with a start. She ran her fingers through her hair trying to get the dream she'd been having out of her head. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. The ugly green numbers read 11:37. Catalina pushed back the covers and silently got out of bed. She shrugged on her cloak and walked out of her dorm.

She walked out to the Common Room where Draco was waiting for her. They nodded to each other in greeting and then sneaked out of the castle together. The moonlit grounds had a surreal quality to them. They slipped into the Forbidden Forest

"What's the Portkey supposed to be?" Catalina whispered to Draco. They had to go by portkey because Lord Voldemort didn't trust either of them enough to tell them where Evanbien Castle was.

"This," said Draco holding up a werewolf claw. They each put a finger on it, "Ok.... 5, 4,3,2,1." Catalina closed her eyes and felt the familiar jerk around her naval. She opened her eyes slowly, dreading to be back in this horrible place. They now found themselves in a room full of hooded and masked Death Eaters. The meeting had already started, so Draco quickly took his place next to his father. Catalina, on the other hand, had no place during this meeting. Technically, she should be in the middle of the circle standing next to Lord Voldemort, but she wanted no part in it. He had her power at His command; she would give Him no more. Catalina stood in the shadows and listened to the reports of the Death Eaters. Lucious Malfoy gave the first report. He and the other Death Eaters had only spent about a week in Azkabam before Lord Voldemort broke them out. Malfoy was in charge of the muggle killings and torturing. Hundreds had already been killed. Catalina felt sick at the glee in his voice.

A new Death Eater started giving a report. This one however did not bring such good news. They were having trouble recruiting dark creatures. Lord Voldemort had hoped that because these creatures had been treated so poorly by the Ministry of Magic they would easily join Him. Unfortunately, they mistrusted Lord Voldemort as much as any other humans. After a few more reports, the meeting was adjourned. The Death Eaters quickly filed out of the room. Soon, Catalina and Lord Voldemort were the only two left.

"Well, my lady, what is your report?" Lord Voldemort said.

"I have none to give. You have given me no assignment." Catalina replied. The two stood on opposite ends of the room, yet both whispered.

"Does Dumbledore suspect anything?" He asked with a malicious gleam in his eye.

"No," she paused, "At least not to my knowledge. He does however have many spies."

"Then you must do nothing to attract their attention." there was a few moments of silence before Lord Voldemort spoke again, "I want you to keep an eye on Harry Potter and alert me if he ever quarrels with his friends."

Catalina gave him a wry smile; "You plan on striking at Harry Potter through his friends? It's a good idea, but I will not spy for you. Have Draco Malfoy do that as he is so anxious to prove himself to you."

Lord Voldemort was taken aback for a moment; Catalina had never refused him before, "No. You shall do it," She was going to interrupt him, but he held a hand up for silence, "You will do this because Potter and his friends do not know you and therefore do not know to mistrust you. You will also do this because I told you to."

"Yes, my lord." Catalina said glaring at him and then left the room.

Catalina combed Evanbien Castle looking for Draco. She found him in the Library reading.

She snuck up on him and grabbed the book out of his hands. She laughed when she read the title. "I must say Draco, that a book entitled The Life Cycle of the Centaur Tick doesn't exactly seem to be your type of book.

Draco blushed, "It looked like the only book in here that wouldn't give me nightmares. And besides, this book is the portkey."

She put her hand on it, "Sure Draco, whatever makes you feel better about it."

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