Dark Temptations

A/N: Hello, my beloved friends on ! How's life been this summer? Don't ask why, but I'm glad I'm back! And with a lightning-inspiration as well! Be as you go!

Disclaimer: Must we really go through this procedure again? Just look at previous readings, alright?

And it goes down the path of confusion, sorry about that! But it must be so if to be worth the while!

And certain people, (out of friendship I leave you unnamed) should now be satisfied and back off!

Chapter 10-Heathen Prayers

It was pure torment. Draco tried to kill his conscience before it could get worse, only to have the smell of decay choke him dead-on.

His mind hadn't been functioning properly, only thoughts of events and games that pass through couples had occupied him all the while having melted in with the shadows. There was a moment of frozen time between him and Harry. But this wasn't Harry.

Draco pinned the body down underneath him, doing his best to try and re-collect his thoughts of the last few seconds that had passed. Shamefully admitting to himself that he had been a peeping Tom, he stared down at what was surrounded by mist, a fetid smelling vapor that gagged him even as he held his breath. He had missed the sudden tension in Harry's body before he wasn't him anymore. The exchange of places of two bodies, from molecules and solidity had been done so quickly it had only appeared as a sudden shimmer covering Harry. But even though Draco had limited experience with such, the smell was undeniable.

Vampire was grinning up at him, a malicious frown on its face. "Well, has little hunter wanna-be finally caught up to date?" he asked, his smile blackened by blood.

Draco bared his incisors at him, his suppressed rage and frustration causing his body to tremble. "Where is Harry?" he asked, restraints slowly failing as the demon beast seared his insides, craving the kill of the undead, who dare try to defile his mate by touch. By mere sight alone.

Only as the Vampire laughed, his teeth glimmering in the faint candlelight did Draco notice that they glimmered silver. Had he . . .?

It dropped the illusion of Harry, taking on its own putrid form. Its skin seemed mottled, blackened in patches as if with a lighter. It was gray, and its nails seemed slightly detached, pointed, disgusting. Its eyes were pure black, cold, walking death inside. Every time it breathed in, its skin seemed to only rest upon its bones, its breathing sounding rattled, hollow, pointless even. The very sight of it proved it inhuman. "If you drink the boy's blood until none is left, then you would be very welcome to join us", it said, turning it's head a little to get a better focus on Draco. "Secretly, you know you can't control it."

Draco felt stained just by touching him, his gut clenching in sheer denial. He had no idea his eyes had started to turn red, his face becoming a mask of anger still compressed. He could NOT let the beast control his tempers. But allowing it some freedom, his hand left its right arm, only to lock around its throat in a vice-like grip.

The vampire struggled, began choking, having not expected such strength from an adolescent Carpathian, a mere child compared to his age-long experience, who had gained still little control over his power. And then, if possible, it blanched.

Draco could smell the sudden fear on it, smiled a chilling grimace that held no amusement, only pleasure in noticed discomfort. "And who's afraid now, old revered?" he asked, his voice a murderous satin.

It spat in his face, the saliva alone burning. "Despicable," it said, whispering a spell under his mind.

Draco had only caught a glimpse of his moving lips. "Bastard!" he yelled, breaking its windpipes and going for his heart with once he released its now broken neck. He plunged his fist deep, ripping out the rotted organ and tossing it a distance away, summoning a blue flame into his hand and hurtling it at the twitching thing.

As the vampire died its scream rang off the bathroom walls for minutes long after it disintegrated.

When the silence settled in, Draco felt Gregori appear behind him, his long dark hair braided today. Heh.

Gregori silently swore as he came up behind Draco, looking at what little was left of the Vampire.

"Draco," he began, only to be cut off at the sight of his crimson eyes. "Draco, calm down!" he commanded, tapping into the full power of an ancient. He could not take the chance of Draco turning.

"Where is Harry?" he asked, shutting his eyes to try and pick up his scent over the smell of burning souls. "Where is he?"

"Draco, you would only scare him in the present state of mind", Gregori tried reasoning with him, warily keeping an eye on him. He was young, true, but he still held immense power for his age. Power almost equaling that of a half-ancient. But he shouldn't be surprised, he chided himself, because he was also different for having reached the stage of being emotionless quite soon as well, "think about it".

Draco ignored his words, becoming more agitated when he wasn't able to pick up Harry's scent. "Where is he?" he asked again, his body bristling with small surges of power.

Gregori tried reaching out to him again, but his hand was truck away. "I'll tell you, if you calm down!" he was doing his best to try and reason with him, not wanting Draco to do something he might regret.

The turmoil within Draco vibrated through his body, making him tremble with effort. He needed blood, needed it painfully so, just as he needed to know Harry was safe from the vampires. Breathing in slowly, his anger began to evaporate, just as his eyes went back to their usual gray. He dared to look at Gregori again, calm and almost back to his normal self.

"Please", he said, not really liking the way the word rolled off his tongue. "I'm worried and you know how badly I need to see him. It's exactly as if I were to hide Savannah from you, so tell me where Harry is." He bit back to word 'lifemate', not sure with himself anymore.

He had almost submitted himself to the stain on his soul, the raging evil that demanded release more so as the days passed. Draco was afraid of hearing the rejection in Harry's voice if he asked, talked about it. He should be able to have more power over it than he possessed, but everything about him, even in the life of a carpathian was unnatural from what it should be. But could he blame his mother for that part? Sirens were born to be tempting, exotic, to lure men to their doom. They were possibly the equivalent of a Vampire, but though they held a soul, their emotions for caring were limited.

But because of this, it was also possible for him and Harry to meet in the first place.

Gregori had been watching him closely, though not worrying too much. He jumped when Draco finally spoke to him after the moment of silence.

"Tell me where he is", he said, killing off his doubts immediately. Harry was his and he would be all right.
A/N: You like? Short, I know, but my hours are getting incredibly short for unsaid reasons, so they will be short, but next one not as short. Sorry!