Draco Malfoy
"Come back," I said softly as I heard the door close. Why did I ever trust her? Oh, yeah--cause she was hott. I am so stupid! Never trust someone because of their looks. Looks can be deceiving, you know.
What am I to do now? I'm all chained up and shoved against a wall. I'm alone in a basement. Just then, the door creaked open and a tall boy with black hair came down the stairs. "Hey Spike! Buffy sent me down here," he said.
OH, NO! "T-to kill me?" I asked, hoping that wasn't it.
At least I know the girl's name--Buffy. (She told me before she left) "I only Wish it was to kill you," the boy replied. "Instead I am just here to check up on you. Good ole' Xander, just here to make sure you didn't get loose."
That's a big relief. They don't plan to kill me yet. Maybe they realize I'm too young to die--but then I'd be chained up for years and years! It doesn't look good for me, does it? "Well, I didn't get loose did I? I wish I did, though. Now I'll be stuck here 'til I'm 100 years old," I told the boy.
"You're already 100--past that, even. 150--am I right?" the boy asked.
He's nuts. "Try 15," I told him.
He laughed an uncontrollable laugh. "Right--back in 1870!" the boy said.
1870? What gives him the idea I lived back then? He's lost his mind--I don't even know him! I'd like to say a few things to him. "If I were alive in 1870, I wouldn't be alive now--I was born in 1980, mate."
"Buffy sure was right--you ARE insane!" the boy laughed.
"You're the insane one--what person could go up to a stranger and tell them they were alive 150 years ago!" I told him.
He rolled his eyes and walked back up the stairs. What an idiot he is! Buffy came down the stairs a few moments later with a coffee cup. "Hungry?" she asked.
"Yeah--I'd love some coffee!" I exclaimed as she handed me the cup. "Sure, juice is good, too."
I took a gulp of the reddish liquid inside, but suddenly spit it out in shock. It wasn't juice--I--I'm pretty sure it was blood--and it was good. "Trying to posion me, are you?" I asked as I wiped the blood from my mouth.
She looked at me as if I were crazy. "You're a vampire, Spike--it's what you do--drink blood."
"I'm a--? I am--I am NOT a vampire--No matter what you think, I'm not. You're a madman!" I told the girl.
I took a sip of the blood--it was good--but that doesn't mean I'm a vampire. "Spike, something is totally messing with your brain--you don't know who you are! Look, you're a vampire and your name is William--William the Bloody because of your bloody awful poetry. You changed it to Spike after you became a vampire because you spiked your victims with railroad tracks. Is any of this coming back to you?" she asked.
What is she talking about? None of that happened to me! "No, I'm not William, so it isn't ringing a bell. I'm Draco Malfoy, 15 years old. I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where I am a fifth year. My friends are Hector Zeroni and Blaise Zabini and my enemy is Harry Potter. My parents are Lucius and Narcissa." I told her.
"Spike your parents have been dead for years. I don't know where you get this Draco Malfoy, but it's not who you are." she said.
"Well, I don't know where you get this William from, because it's total rubbish," I told her.
"I guess you think that about William, huh? That's why you changed it to Spike? Because William was a failure?" she asked.
She doesn't get it, does she? "Look, Buffy, I'm not and was never William at any point of my life--"
"Yeah, you want to forget everything about William, don't you? To where, he never even existed. He does exist, because no matter what you change about yourself, inside, you are still William. You can say he doesn't exist and you can say you're Draco Malfoy, but you're still going to be William the Bloody. I'm sorry if you can't accept that," she got up from where she was kneeling beside me.
She gave me one last glance and was gone.
SPIKE
I sighed as I tried to figure out where I was. I already tried asking Bushy, and that didn't work out too good, now did it? I guess I shouldn't ask any more girls where I am. Who should I ask? What should I ask? Should I ask where I am or who sent me here? Maybe I shouldn't ask anything at all. I stayed where I was until almost everyone from my table left. Bugger. What am I to do now? "Are you still insulting the Dream Team, or did you just ditch us?" a voice from behind me said.
I turned around. Two boys were standing with their arms crossed. One was a dark-complected boy with many freckles and he had brown hair. The other boy was a light brown boy with black hair. "Hey, mate! You--you have a team that makes dreams come true? Is that why I'm human again? The dream team made my dream come true? I--"
"What? You didn't answer the question. Answer it!" said the freckle boy.
"Answer mine, then," I said, just to be a pain.
"What's your question, then?"
"Where am I? Is this a bloody torture camp or am I somewhere else?"
"I don't have time for your games, Draco! Did you ditch us or not?"
"Answer my question,"
The boy rolled his eyes. "You're at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now, one last time, did you ditch us for the Dream Team?"
"I don't even know who you guys are," I told them. "I know I was checking on the Slayer's sister and I closed my eyes from a headache. Next moment I'm on a train. That's all I know."
"He totally ditched us," Black boy whispered to Freckle.
"Totally," Freckle whipered back, shaking his head. "C'mon,"
They both vanished out of sight. "Bloody Hell! What is it with you people!" I screamed, banging my fist on the table.
Those boys were nothing but liars. Bollicks on their information, too. I then got up and stormed off. I was so angry that I didn't watch where I was going. I bumped into something or rather someone. 'Oh great!' I thought.
I looked up and saw an unfamiliar face. It was a girl--and maybe it's just me, but she reminds me of Harmony. "So sorry, Draco--really, I am! It was my fault, all mine!" she shrieked.
Yes, she reminds me of Harmony. I nodded to show I heard her--really though, it was partly my fault, too. But if she wants the blame, she can have it! "I haven't seen you in forever it seems!" she continued. "Don't you agree?"
Okay, hold on, just hold one. How do I know this girl? She must have me confused with someone else. She then leaned close to me, about to kiss me. I held her back. "What the hell are you doing?" I questioned.
"Kissing you," she replied.
"Sorry, pet, but I don't have feelings towards you like that. I'm in love with someone else," I told her.
"Who?" she asked, her voice filled with sadness.
"You wouldn't know her, she's back in Sunnydale, assuming this isn't Sunnydale," I told her.
"Who?" she demanded, there was darkness in her voice this time.
"Sorry," I sighed,"but that is for me to know. What good in telling you when you probably don't know her?"
She let out a shrill cry, and tears filled her eyes. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!! You cheated on me! I'm telling your father!" she shouted, as I turned away from her.
I turned back around. "No good in telling my father--he's dead as in six-feet-under. As for my mum, she was turned to dust. As for your whole love-life, you must have me confused with someone else. I never dated you--get over it!"
I then turned around once more and trotted away. I heard the girl's high-pitched crys. I walked until I found myself in a hallway. Oh, bugger, where am I now? I looked around and walked down the passageway. The stone-cold floor and bare, brick walls reminded me of a mansion, or again, there's the idea that it could be a torture camp. I walked straight until I cam to a staircase. I sighed and walked halfway up until the staircase started to move. Okay, that's it! What the bloody hell is going on? I kept my balance until the staircase stopped. I walked up the remaining steps and saw something else really odd--the pictures were moving! "This is a test, isn't it?" I said loudly to myself. "How much can Spikey handle, eh? I don't fall for your games, whoever you are!"
I stomped my foot and swirled around. Just as I was doing so, a note fell out of a bookbag I had on. It fell all the way to the floor. I bent down and picked it up. Mr. Malfoy was printed on the front of the envelope. I took out the letter inside and read the following:
The following is the information you requested about your family line:
Edward Lanchester m. 1850 Anne Winston
William(born 1855-1880) Elizabeth(b. 1851-1911)m.Frances Malfoy(b.1849-1905)
Russell Skylar Andrews(1872-1937) m.Phineas(1874-1936)
Alfred(1897-1963) mAura Matthews(1899-1961
Charles(b. 1924) mWinifred Carlisle(b. 1930)
Lucius(b.1954) mNarcissa Black (b. 1960)
Draco(b.1980)
'Wow' I thought. These are my descendants! I read on, because I saw my name.
No one knows what happened to Anne and her son, William. They both disappeared in 1880 during the mass murders that swept Europe. It is assumed that they were both victims who could be buried somewhere in London. One fact that we know about William: he was known as William the Bloody.
Edward, Anne's husband, was part of the Watcher's Council and in charge of Lucy Ambrose, the Slayer of the time. Both lives were taken during a nasty battle against a gang of vamps.
Yours Truly,
Rupert Winchester, Wizard Family Line Expert
Very interesting--I was reported missing. I folded the paper and placed it back in the bookbag. It's so weird--my father killed demons and vampires and his son became one!
