a/n: i didnt put a note on the beginning of chap 1 cos i had a brain laps so here's one. hannah, thanks for the review. i rather like this chapter.

disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, I probably wouldn't be posting on here. I'd be writing books, and I'd be filthy rich.

He didn't much care what he found, but he had the taste for blood tonight, maybe even human blood. He treaded silently through the desolate streets. No one came out after dark anymore. The occasional prostitute was just about the only person you would see even this early in the night. A group of them called out to him as he quickly passed. He hunched his shoulders and continued on. He'd rather have a decent person to give eternal life to.

Eventually, he wandered into a muggle town and decided to look there. One couldn't really call it a muggle town anymore. After the War, all of the dark witches and wizards came out of hiding and took it upon themselves to blend the muggle world with the magical world. Many muggles had died, but killing them off just wasn't as fun anymore, Draco supposed.

There was a rustling noise behind him and he wheeled around, to find a cat chasing a rat around the corner and into the darkness of an alley. "Damn animals", he murmured to himself. He turned back around and continued his walk through the cracked, uneven streets. The occasional chirp of a cricket or hoot of an owl would catch his attention, but the otherwise the streets were deserted. He padded along, a little longer when finally he heard the jingling of a set of keys.

He stepped quickly into a shadow and waited with baited breath. A muggle woman was leaving a house and briskly walking to her car. Now was his time.

"Excuse me," Draco said, stepping out of the shadows, trying to sound innocently polite, "I need a ride, can you take me to this address?" He put his hand in his pocket and a piece of paper with the address to the Malfoy manor appeared between his fingers. He pulled it out and handed it to her. She took the paper, looked at it, and then him, then back at the paper.

"Yeah, I suppose," she looked at him again, studying his face. "It's on my way anyway. Get in."

"Thanks." he said, and got into the car. He had never been inside a muggle car before, and everything inside gave him a mild curiosity, but he dared not touch anything, afraid that he'd give himself up.

They had driven a couple of miles when Draco took his wand out of his pocket secretly, and tapped the door with it and the car sputtered and died.

She hit the steering wheel with the palm of her hand. "Damn it! That's the second time this week!" She got out and opened the hood of the car and steam poured out. Draco got out too, and stood beside her.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know much about cars." he said, looking at her. In the dim light of the street lamp, he saw that she was pretty, with blonde hair and green eyes.

"No, it's okay. It's not your fault. It's the car, it's a piece of shit." she sighed. There was a certain sadness behind her eyes now, Draco couldn't exactly put his finger on what it was.

She rubbed her temples in frustration, trying to figure out what to do. "I guess we'll have to walk. We're closer to the address that you wanted to go to. Does it have a phone?"

He was somewhat caught off guard by the notion of going back to the manor again. He had just been using it as an excuse to get some time to attack this girl, whoever she was. "Huh? Er... yeah it does have a phone. How far do you reckon it is?"

"At least a couple of miles," she said, looking down the road.

"Yeah okay."

They walked in silence for a while. If Draco were to attack her right now, she'd surely scream and wake up the entire neighborhood. Not that they're not used to it already with Voldemort in power, he thought savagely. Though many years had past, he was not about to forgive himself or anyone else that had been on the Dark Side.

He finally broke the silence, "So where are you going this late at night?"

"It's not that late, it's only nine. And it's none of your business where I am going," she said quickly, not looking at him.

"Well, I could make it my business," he replied, "and I think I will."

"Why do you want to know?" she asked, frowning as she finally looked up at him.

"Why don't you want me to know?"

"I don't trust you."

This was going to be a problem for him. He would now have to gain her trust before he could lure her into his trap. "There's nothing to worry about, I'm just trying to go home."

"Okay." She turned away again, but she still looked unsure.

"But I would like to know you," he began. Her expression changed again. He continued, "I mean, you seem nice. I trust you. I don't have anyone anymore. My father just died. We had his funeral today." He was trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"Do you live with anyone?"

"No, my parents are dead. They have been for a long time."

Good, she's vulnerable, he thought. He was also mildly surprised that she hadn't noticed his teeth yet, but it was dark, after all.

The walked for a long while, just talking. He had found out that her name was McKayla. She was twenty years old, and she was a muggle. She had somehow been lucky enough to escape Voldemort's wrath. The Malfoy mansion was a silhouette against the night sky, lit by the almost full moon. McKayla had grown much friendlier during the conversation, and would probably be willing to go inside.

"Wow, you live here?" she asked as the walked up the lawn.

"Yeah, it's my parents house, or was," he said, catching his mistake. He didn't want to give himself up this close to the kill.

"Oh, I see. I've always wondered who lived here."

"Do you want to come inside?"

"Oh," she said, startled, "I can't, I have to..."

He took her hands in his and looked into her eyes, "Just for a few minutes, for some tea." He watched as she forgot her worries. This was a trick that he had used numerous times on his female victims.

"Oh, okay." She smiled a little, "Your hands are cold."

"They're always cold," he said. He led her through a side door, and into a parlor. A fire was already crackling in the grate of the huge fireplace, and shadows dances sporadically around the room. They sat on a buttery soft black leather couch, one of Draco's favorites as a child. "Tea?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

He poured two cups of tea, deciding that seduction would be his method this time, but at the same time, a twinge of guilt pierced him. He had never gotten to know his victims before. The had all been nameless food to him. Still, he was hungry and there was no telling when his next kill would be.

"Thanks," she said, taking the tea and sipping it.

He scooted a bit closer to her, "Do you trust me now?"

"Well I..." she began, but he put his index finger to her lips to shush her. She looked frightened again.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." He ran his finger over her chin and down her neck. She calmed immediately. In his opinion, it was abilities like these that made being a vampire worthwhile. She was falling quickly under his spell. Her breathing became shallow, but it came evenly, and her eyes were locked on him.

He got even closer and finally kissed her lips lightly. He began to make his way down the side of her neck when she put a hand on his chest and stopped him. "Wait, I don't even know who you are."

She could feel his icy breath on her neck as he paused for a second. "Draco Malfoy," he whispered and plunged his teeth into her skin.

She gasped as his teeth broke the skin on her neck. As the warm blood spilled over his lips and into his mouth, the life was gradually leaving her. The warmth of her body was disappearing. The hand on Draco's chest slid and fell into her own lap. Her head slowly fell to the side, exposing more of her neck to him.

By the time he had drank his fill of blood, she had stopped breathing altogether. He conjured a cloth and wiped his mouth, and then he mopped up the blood that was still oozing from the puncture wounds. He waited patiently and watched as the wounds healed over. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up, gasping for air.