"Everyone is to take a glass and drink the potion it contains. There is an anti spilling charm on these glasses so either drink the potion, or die. Don't even think about attempting to deceive us." Draco called out instructions to the circle of Death Eaters. A large tray was floating around the inside of the circle, guided by my wand. On the tray, glasses rattled, a black liquid condensed inside the containers. The cold liquid was simmering as if it was still over a fire. Occasionally sparks flew from a glass, illuminating the death contained inside.
The Death Eaters had obediently come at Voldemort's call. Voldemort had given instructions to his following, before transferring the meeting over to our capable hands. We were now going to discover who the traitor to our cause is. This was going to be a great deal of fun.
"Answer our questions truthfully or suffer the consequences." I called out into the waiting Death Eaters. I sent the tray around the circle again to collect the now empty glasses with a quick flick of my wand.
"Are you a Death Eater?" Draco asked. A chorus of 'yes's answered his query. Sadly, no one had screamed yet. "Are your interests solely those of Voldemort's?" Draco asked our second question, a broad smirk filling his face with glee.
"Yes." Was the confused answer. It seemed that the Death Eaters couldn't figure out why we were asking such odd questions. Draco turned to look at me, an eyebrow raised. I smirked back at him.
Suddenly, nearly the entire circle fell to the ground, clutching their stomachs, screaming in unbelievable pain. The potion was taking effect on our liars.
"Those of you that aren't experiencing any pain, please leave the area. There is no need for your continued presence here." I smirked again and walked over to Draco. Everyone still able to stand and think disappeared with varied popping sounds.
We let the screaming continue for another minute. I was basking in the pain filled cries. They were like the screams of a mother who had just found her dead child and the moans of a torture room, combined into an excruciating symphony. It could only be better by adding in the smell of freshly burned flesh and the sound of dripping blood.
"Are you loyal solely to Voldemort and his Elect?" Draco asked eagerly. He was enjoying this even more than I was.
The moaning fools on the ground all answered answered, "yes" in a painful sob. Sadly the screaming gradually stopped from some of the forms writhing on the ground. A couple Death Eaters still screamed, Snape included.
Draco and I walked to all those who had stopped screaming.
"Did you like the feeling of the potion boiling your insides?" I snarled. The potion we had brewed was designed to boil inside of a person's stomach whenever they lied. The potion was almost like an acid. It was corrosive. As the potion boiled, it ate away the lining of the stomach. The longer the potion was inside of the body, the further it traveled down the digestive tract. Soon, the potion would begin dissolving the intestines.
We had tested the potion on a muggle boy. We took the boy to our home and fed him. For the next seventy-two hours we fed the boy food laced with this potion. When we had were sure that the potion had entered his blood stream, we had the boy lie. His body was completely destroyed.
We had found the potion in an old book called, '50 ways to cause pain'. I have decided that it is my favorite.
"I want to know what other interests you have that don't include Voldemort." I snarled with a sneer of impatience. I wanted to go back to the screaming, but we needed to know the truth.
Slowly, the Death Eaters recovered enough to answer.
"My job, Personal power, and Gringotts," were a few of the more interesting answers. Lucius Malfoy answered "My money." Unfortunately, no one even tried to lie. There wasn't any more screaming from these foolish Death Eaters.
"You may go. Do better in the future." I sniffed at them, but I had already lost interest in their pitiful existence. The screams were pulling me closer. The cadence was calling to my soul.
The screams woke something inside of me, a kindred spirit. The beautiful pain that those around me where feeling, called to this entity. It grew, making my heart race and my breath catch. It was wondrous. I closed my eyes and reveled in its glory. I heard Draco gasp in pleasure next to me. It seemed that he was feeling the same rapture I was.
I forced my eyes open again and gasped. Draco and I were glowing like two stars in the middle of the blackest night. Our bodies had taken an ethereal change. My hair flowed like a river of blood behind me, and my eyes glowed blood in their sockets. Draco was a ghost; his white hair flowing around him like a cape of snow. His eyes became blue lanterns in the darkness as I watched him.
Draco reached out a hand to me and I took it, glad for the lifeline he was giving me. As soon as our hands touched, a jolt of electricity went through our bodies.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the presence faded. It left reluctantly, leaving behind a trail of sensations that I was loath to give up. Our skin faded back into its usual pale coloring, and the glow left our bodies completely.
The screaming around us had faded. The Death Eaters' voices were becoming hoarse from such damaging usage.
"If you want the pain to stop," I heard Draco hiss. "Tell us the names of whom else you work for."
"Dumbledore", and "The Ministry of Magic," were the two answers they gave. The pain stopped. They clutched at their stomachs, trying to protect their injured abdomens.
"They are all yours my Lord." Draco said, bowing to a dark figure in front of us. I bowed shakily. I was still a little stunned by what had just happened.
"Thank you Elect Draco, Elect Ginevra. Go home now and return tomorrow night for your apparating lessons. I'm afraid that I need to dispose of these traitors before I can teach you anything." We bowed again and Draco pulled out our portkey.
We were back in the bedroom in our rented home in France in a few seconds. I turned around to ask Draco if he knew what had just happened to us. Before I could ask he was kissing me roughly. It seems that the odd experience we had just gone through had exited him in more ways than I had originally thought. Luckily, I was happy to oblige.
It was much later that night when I was finally able to ask my questions.
"Draco? What are we? You need to tell me everything."
Draco sighed and pulled my body into the circle of his arms. "I don't know much." He sighed again. "We were created as a weapon; the Vampire Elect; a group of children who were specifically chosen by Voldemort to carry his gift until puberty. When our bodies started to grow up, our powers began to develop. Unfortunately, human bodies were never meant to carry such power. The power couldn't be encased inside of our frail skins so Voldemort added another gift. He gave us the gift of beauty. Somehow he took the bodies we were given at birth, and gave our persons the strength to hold our powers. Your hair, eyes and skin, my hair, eyes and skin, those are the visible effects. The healing, that is an imperceptible effect. What you haven't noticed is that your strength and speed have increased. If you wanted to, you could easily pick up this bed while I was still sitting on it and you could outrace the Hogwarts train while you where carrying the bed.
"When you compare the other, weaker, members of the Elect to other unearthly races, you will notice one thing. They are all similar to Vampires. The weaker Elect gained their full powers earlier than us because it took them a shorter amount of time for their power to enter their bodies. The exact moment that all of their powers awoke; their incisors began to grow. They grew teeth designed for puncturing through skin. Plus, they crave fresh warm blood. Sometimes the weaker Elect need to be restrained because they attack humans in order to get their blood.
"I believe that Voldemort gave us these powers before he realized that our bodies couldn't handle it. When he found out, he decided to use Vampires as a foundation. I don't think Voldemort realized that the teeth and the blood cravings would be included." Draco ended his explanation with a sigh, and pulled my body closer to his.
Everything he said made sense. The healing, the speed, my changes, everything had a reason. Now I know why I'm not human. I just had one small question. "Draco, Vampires can't walk in the sun, but we can. Why? Did Voldemort do something to change that?"
Draco thought for a minute before answering. I don't think he ever thought of the sunlight issue before. "No. Voldemort didn't have anything to do with it. I think that because our bodies are just taking on the appearance of Vampirism, not the actual transformation, we can still walk in the sun." Draco pulled the covers over our bodies. "No more questions for now, lets get some sleep." We hadn't gone to sleep yesterday, so both of us were a little tired.
When I woke up in the morning, I was actually hungry for human food. I pulled on a robe and walked into the kitchen, intent on making some eggs and toast. As I was walking past the hall mirror, I stopped. One of the myths that surround Vampires is that Vampire's don't have reflections. I took a deep breath and turned to look in the mirror.
I was there! Blood red hair, pale skin, and blood red eyes. I was all visible. I sighed in relief and turned to continue on my way towards breakfast. A sudden bright flash from my eyes reflecting in the mirror stopped me. I span around to look at my eyes again.
The iris's were their usual blood red, the pupils a dark black. I sighed quietly but instead of looking away, I looked closer. Around my pupils was a thin band of the lightest blue I had ever seen. Actually, now that I was thinking about it, I have seen that color of blue before.
"I know you like to look at yourself in mirrors, but this is a little obsessive." Draco drawled from behind me. I twisted around to stare at him. His light blue eyes were looking at me quizzically. Draco's eyes were the same color blue that had invaded my eyes. I looked into his eyes, trying to see if he had any strange colors as well.
He did. In a circle, the same size and place as the blue in my eyes, was a band of blood red. A red the same color as my eyes.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Our eyes. I have your blue and you have my red." I answered. Draco gently pushed me aside and stared into the mirror. I could tell when he found the red. Draco's eyes widened and he turned to look into my eyes.
"This is strange." He murmured. "Maybe it's some sort of mutation." He rubbed his chin. "I don't have a clue what the colors mean. We will have to ask our Lord tonight when we see him again." Draco looked at me and shrugged apologetically. "I don't know much about our new forms, but one thing I do know is that once a part of us changes, it stays that way. These colors are not supposed to be present." Draco shook his head and started walking toward the kitchens. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry." He called back to me. "What do you want for breakfast?"
I took one last look in the mirror, sighed, and followed him into the kitchen. "Food would be nice."