A.n- This is just a sort of prologue. If I get reviews I'll continue and a
lot of the holes will be filled in. Just review on if you think it has
potential. Feel free to criticize, I need it.
Disclaimer- I do not own any characters all rights belong to J.K Rowling. All I own is the plot. Not making any profit this is purely for my amusement. The lyrics in this chapter belong to Nine Inch nails. From the song Sin.
A heavy drumbeat filled the air, sinister and dark. Draco Malfoy was shaking as the demon controlled his body. He had no control over the dark words that slid from his mouth. A collar was wrapped around his neck connected to a heavy chain. A dark figure was laughing as the darkness swirled around the pale blond boy. He fell to his knees his mouth open in a silent cry. This was not the proud Draco Malfoy of Hogwarts, not the aristocratic son of Lucius Malfoy. This was a monster in the making. Soon he would have enough power the throw off the demon, to destroy it, to get revenge for this torture.
The thousands of years old demon was filled with hate and malice that was soon filling the young boy in front of him. He would soon take over the dark domain, millions of powerful followers just waiting for his initiation. Once the time came the world would be at his mercy. The demon was making sure he would not end up on the side of the light once he took his place on the throne. If torturing him was what it took to separate him from his humanity then so be it. However Draco Malfoy did not bow down to anyone, he was fighting with every ounce of his being, unfortunately to no avail.
The only one more difficult was the other human chosen to take the current rulers place. The green-eyed boy was trembling with effort unable to shake the possession. He was a powerful wizard, he had faced the dark lord and lived, but it was all nothing compared to this. Nothing. He too performed the dark eerie lyrics unwillingly to the crowd of thousands gathered to see their future rulers beaten and broken. It was a strange twisted tradition but it ensured good leadership. For the evil beings anyways. This was a world separate from the world of humans, yet right under their noses.
You give me the reason.
You give me control.
I gave you my Purity.
My Purity you stole.
Did you think I wouldn't recognize this compromise?
Am I just too stupid to realize.
Stale incense old sweat and lies lies lies
The crowd roared in approval, much to the disgust of the two teenage boys. They didn't want any part of this and couldn't understand why out of billions they had been chosen. They had been fighting for too long it seemed there was no hope. They wouldn't be able to tell anyone even if they tried, they would have to sit through their everyday lives, no one knowing the torture they went through when the sun went down. The only thing that got them through each day was the thought that it may be their last; they wanted to make it count. Never had their friends been so important.
It comes down to this.
Your kiss.
Your fist.
And your strain.
it gets under my skin.
within.
Take in the extent of my sin
you give me the anger.
You give me the nerve.
Carry out the sentence.
I get what I deserve.
I'm just an effigy to be defaced.
To be disgraced.
Your need for me has been replaced.
And if I can't have everything well then just give me a taste.
Draco was disgusted at the words coming out of his mouth, the voice it was not his own. His eyes were an icy white pupils gone, dressed in clothes he despised. Hell he despised himself. Sure he would have power, wealth, respect, fear, everything a good slytherin should want. But he wouldn't have his freedom, and that was something worth more than anything these beings could offer. It was too late though, they had changed him, and he would never be human again. Never again, for the long eternity that stretched ahead. He was a vampire, a vampire prince, soon to be king.
He knew when they mysteriously disappeared the world would go insane looking for Harry, comb the world over, but they wouldn't find him. He wasn't worried about Voldermort Harry could even now take care of him with a glace. The part that scared him was once Harry was forced to be complete evilness, would he want to? Draco knew he wouldn't be saved, but Harry stood a chance if only his friends knew. They could snap him out of it; those were the people Harry cared for most. Draco began to wonder what would happen if some how they did escape this transformation.
They would still be forced to be rulers, still just as powerful. The millions of vampire would still follow whatever they said, even if they chose to follow the light. The vampires couldn't care one way or the other. That was why the current king was making sure it wouldn't happen. Draco sighed as he was released and stalked off stage Harry behind him, as well as the other chosen ones. Joseph and Billy, two muggles under the same curse as him.
He was hungry, which meant blood. He didn't hunt thank God. In fact no vampires did, they had someone who was bonded to them for eternity, able to give blood without being hurt. They were able to supply much more blood than regular humans and often were shared by a group of vampires called a clan. In this case Billy Joe Harry and Himself were a clan. Their... donor was a girl named Amy. Just a random girl, a muggle from America. She was nice, quiet mostly; hell what could they talk about? They certainly didn't talk about feeding it made it less awkward.
Draco sighed, he would be sent back to Hogwarts forced to wake up in the morning as if he had actually slept and be forced to keep silent about this night just as always. Fun. He was sure it was worse for Harry though, the boy barely talked when he was here, but none of them did really. They weren't enemies anymore it wasn't tolerated. Besides they didn't have the energy to fight, things were hard enough as it was. This world was twisted and strange. Why would these creatures choose random people, give them power, beat them into submission, and make them into rulers? Maybe the years just got to them, or maybe...maybe it just worked.
Disclaimer- I do not own any characters all rights belong to J.K Rowling. All I own is the plot. Not making any profit this is purely for my amusement. The lyrics in this chapter belong to Nine Inch nails. From the song Sin.
A heavy drumbeat filled the air, sinister and dark. Draco Malfoy was shaking as the demon controlled his body. He had no control over the dark words that slid from his mouth. A collar was wrapped around his neck connected to a heavy chain. A dark figure was laughing as the darkness swirled around the pale blond boy. He fell to his knees his mouth open in a silent cry. This was not the proud Draco Malfoy of Hogwarts, not the aristocratic son of Lucius Malfoy. This was a monster in the making. Soon he would have enough power the throw off the demon, to destroy it, to get revenge for this torture.
The thousands of years old demon was filled with hate and malice that was soon filling the young boy in front of him. He would soon take over the dark domain, millions of powerful followers just waiting for his initiation. Once the time came the world would be at his mercy. The demon was making sure he would not end up on the side of the light once he took his place on the throne. If torturing him was what it took to separate him from his humanity then so be it. However Draco Malfoy did not bow down to anyone, he was fighting with every ounce of his being, unfortunately to no avail.
The only one more difficult was the other human chosen to take the current rulers place. The green-eyed boy was trembling with effort unable to shake the possession. He was a powerful wizard, he had faced the dark lord and lived, but it was all nothing compared to this. Nothing. He too performed the dark eerie lyrics unwillingly to the crowd of thousands gathered to see their future rulers beaten and broken. It was a strange twisted tradition but it ensured good leadership. For the evil beings anyways. This was a world separate from the world of humans, yet right under their noses.
You give me the reason.
You give me control.
I gave you my Purity.
My Purity you stole.
Did you think I wouldn't recognize this compromise?
Am I just too stupid to realize.
Stale incense old sweat and lies lies lies
The crowd roared in approval, much to the disgust of the two teenage boys. They didn't want any part of this and couldn't understand why out of billions they had been chosen. They had been fighting for too long it seemed there was no hope. They wouldn't be able to tell anyone even if they tried, they would have to sit through their everyday lives, no one knowing the torture they went through when the sun went down. The only thing that got them through each day was the thought that it may be their last; they wanted to make it count. Never had their friends been so important.
It comes down to this.
Your kiss.
Your fist.
And your strain.
it gets under my skin.
within.
Take in the extent of my sin
you give me the anger.
You give me the nerve.
Carry out the sentence.
I get what I deserve.
I'm just an effigy to be defaced.
To be disgraced.
Your need for me has been replaced.
And if I can't have everything well then just give me a taste.
Draco was disgusted at the words coming out of his mouth, the voice it was not his own. His eyes were an icy white pupils gone, dressed in clothes he despised. Hell he despised himself. Sure he would have power, wealth, respect, fear, everything a good slytherin should want. But he wouldn't have his freedom, and that was something worth more than anything these beings could offer. It was too late though, they had changed him, and he would never be human again. Never again, for the long eternity that stretched ahead. He was a vampire, a vampire prince, soon to be king.
He knew when they mysteriously disappeared the world would go insane looking for Harry, comb the world over, but they wouldn't find him. He wasn't worried about Voldermort Harry could even now take care of him with a glace. The part that scared him was once Harry was forced to be complete evilness, would he want to? Draco knew he wouldn't be saved, but Harry stood a chance if only his friends knew. They could snap him out of it; those were the people Harry cared for most. Draco began to wonder what would happen if some how they did escape this transformation.
They would still be forced to be rulers, still just as powerful. The millions of vampire would still follow whatever they said, even if they chose to follow the light. The vampires couldn't care one way or the other. That was why the current king was making sure it wouldn't happen. Draco sighed as he was released and stalked off stage Harry behind him, as well as the other chosen ones. Joseph and Billy, two muggles under the same curse as him.
He was hungry, which meant blood. He didn't hunt thank God. In fact no vampires did, they had someone who was bonded to them for eternity, able to give blood without being hurt. They were able to supply much more blood than regular humans and often were shared by a group of vampires called a clan. In this case Billy Joe Harry and Himself were a clan. Their... donor was a girl named Amy. Just a random girl, a muggle from America. She was nice, quiet mostly; hell what could they talk about? They certainly didn't talk about feeding it made it less awkward.
Draco sighed, he would be sent back to Hogwarts forced to wake up in the morning as if he had actually slept and be forced to keep silent about this night just as always. Fun. He was sure it was worse for Harry though, the boy barely talked when he was here, but none of them did really. They weren't enemies anymore it wasn't tolerated. Besides they didn't have the energy to fight, things were hard enough as it was. This world was twisted and strange. Why would these creatures choose random people, give them power, beat them into submission, and make them into rulers? Maybe the years just got to them, or maybe...maybe it just worked.