A/N: 'Haunted' by Poe.
Also, I have received a lot, a lotta emails going 'ohmygod, what did you do?!' Ahahahaha, I laugh, as so. Yes, Ginny is a vampire. Yes, Draco is completely barking and will be for the foreseeable future. And no, I'm not telling you what's going to happen, so just sit back, relax, and your reading pleasure will be what it is my desire to write. Capische? We all on the same page here? Fantastic. Onwards!
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Glittering strobe lights flickered over the heaving mass of dancing bodies on the dance floor in one of London's hottest, most exclusive new underground clubs. Operating without a proper license and set inside the warehouse district, the Midnite was the place to be, if you were young, pretty and had a bit of cash to spread around. In the middle of the dance floor, there was something of a circle around one pair, since they had very adamantly warned anyone off from dancing with them, while both men and women quietly panted after the two, one dressed in sullen red leather, somewhat reminiscent of drying arterial blood while the other was in classic black.
"Baddap ba baddap baddap ba baddap ba…"
White blond hair shone against red, silky strands tangling with each other in a momentary tapestry.
"Come here, pretty tease. Can you tell me where are you? You, were you saying something? I need to get my bearings, I'm lost and the shadows keep on changing…"
The red head dipped, hair brushing the floor and leg bent so it was around the other
woman's, hands wrapped around each other's wrists. Slowly, the blonde dragged the red haired girl back up and their hands skimmed down each other's backs, hips rocking in time with the music. There was something timelessly elegant and graceful about their movements, alluring and seductive
"I'm haunted by the lives that I have loved and the actions I have hated…"
Red on black undulated, one mouth stained red with blood. It was hard to see where the blood had come from in the fluttering light and shadows of the dance club. Perhaps the bite on one neck had let flow the blood on smiling crimson lips and tainted fangs?
"Haunted...by the lives that wove that web inside my haunted head today. Baddap ba baddap ba baddap ba baddap ba…"
Slowly, an icy white haired boy broke free from the mass of grooving humans, stalking across the floor.
"Don't cry, there's always a way. Here in November in this house of leaves we pray. Please, I know it's hard to believe to see a perfect forest through so many splintered dreams..."
The red head turned, looking over her should, black collar clear against her milky white throat. There was something otherworldly about all three of them, their skin almost glowing in the fluorescent lighting as the boy held out his hand, head tilted slightly to watch her.
"You and me, and the shadows keep on changing. And I'm haunted by the lives that I have loved and the actions I have hated. Haunted by the promises I made and others I have broken. I am haunted, by the lives that wove a web inside my haunted head..."
The blonde woman in red let go of the red head in black, and she sauntered across the floor to the white haired youth.
"I will always need you, I will always want you, I will always love you, and I will always miss you..."
Two hands met, palm to palm as they stared into each other's eyes. The woman in red looked on, almost in maternal satisfaction.
"Come here, no I won't say please. One more look at the ghost before I make it leave..."
Slowly, they turned around each other, hands still touching.
"Come here. I got the pieces here, come gather up those splinters, build a casket for my tears. I'm haunted by the lives that I have loved, I'm haunted. I'm haunted by the hallways in this turning room, the voices that are carrying this tune, baddap ba, baddap ba da baddap ba da, baddap ba da, baddap ba da..."
Draco turned his hand and grabbed Virginia by the wrist, pulling her up against him and sliding one knee between her legs. She leaned in, dazzling fangs gleaming in her smile. Some Gothic piece of nonsense and tears, singing about death when two predators already lurked in their midst and insanity looked on and laughed at the pretentiousness of it all.
"You haunt me."
"I'm not a ghost, Draco."
"Are you not?"
She slid a hand down his back to his ass, digging her nails in. Draco hissed in a breath as Melanie sauntered over, Virgina wrapping a leg around his and keeping him in place with her now greater strength. He shuddered and placed an arm around her waist, leaning his head against her shoulder, fire over ice. She didn't look the sweet wholesome girl anymore, rather an elemental force skin lit from behind by some eldritch inferno and crackling out from the ends of her coppery hair. Her green eyes had hardened to emerald brilliance, nails crystalline. Melanie was the same; but the sense of looming power lingered with every movement, outlining the sweep of her hand through the air as she pointed one finger at Draco with afterimages. They were too dazzling to watch directly for very long, even the Muggles who were dancing around them moved back and gave them their space, while Draco shimmered darkly and sucked their light into himself.
"You...what do you do here, Icey? Didn't your father snap the whip quickly enough?"
"Shut up, Melanie. This...is between myself and your Childe. Who is mine as well. She promised herself."
"Promises, promises. Quickly forgotten and dust on the wind, bay-bee..." Melanie undulated over and placed her arm around Virginia's waist, resting her hand on Draco's hip. "You tossing the old man over? You're deliciously insane now."
"We can smell it on your scent. Drifting and screaming about stars and icicles. Fire bright, fire light, bring me home my love tonight," Virginia singsonged. "I want him, Melanie. He's mine too."
"And I want him." Melanie leant over and snapped her fangs together bare millimetres from Draco's face. He was unmoved, staring back at her coldly. "You smell of familial blood, little Wyvern. What did you do?"
"Punishment comes swiftly to the wicked."
"I think a costume change is in order."
"And weapons. We have work to do, do we not?"
"Who killed Cock Robin? I, said the sparrow. I, with my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin," Draco quoted, breath falling onto Melanie's lips like spirit. "Slither the snake to its hiding place, always to rest, to sleep, ay to dream mayhap. Perhaps we all dream. Do you dream me, or do I dream you?"
"It is a question that may never be answered, because of course, we all imagine ourselves to be the dreamer," Virginia said, batting her eyelashes at the Slytherin. "But we're all trapped in the same nightmare, and the bogeyman screaming from under the bed has a similar face."
"Voldemort," Draco hissed with loathing. Melanie threw her head back and laughed, long blonde hair fanning out.
"And here the snake turns full circle, oh so very Dark Lord. The girl you threw away and the boy you forced, they're grown up now and oh so very, very hungry."