I, Vampire

134 years is a long time you know, a long time to stalk silently in the shadows, forbidden from all human contact by my own morals. My morals preventing me from hunting those who abandoned me, those who threw me out when I most needed them. But now they are dead, and their children to. Now I watch their ancestors live out their puny and pathetic lives from afar. I dare not re-enter mortal society; the name of Potter still haunts many of the more learnt humans, while the lesser of their kind only give ear to rumours and bigoted tales that sprung up after my disappearance, for that is what I did, disappear.

I doubt anyone cared though, my purpose had been fulfilled, and for all they had cared I was just now an abomination, a beast.

I laugh softly as I remember those years, but my face hardens as I remember what pained me greatest before, their betrayal, everyone I had known turning against me, those few loyal to me stamped out by the giant steel boot of the media. They had had a field day. I still have the headline and clipping, I sometimes read it to amuse myself, reminiscing on my younger years.

But I am still young, immortality, many foolish mortals dream, is in all ways as much a curse as it is a blessing.

Killer

Abomination

Murderer

The last one was the one that had struck me the most. I remember their faces, the burning hatred in their eyes: 6 blazing portals to hell glaring up at me. But now they are dead, all but one…

A stirring is heard from the other side of the cave. Though it is pitch-dark in the cave, my vampyriptic sight clearly saw the form of my only companion in my darkest hour.

The creature awakens, sleep, another of the human tendencies I have long since forgotten. Emerald orbs meet silver as my inmate stares at me through the gloom.

The Veela slowly got up into a sitting position its graceful movements a concept he, even now, still could not understand.

We each sized the other up, this had become our normal morning ritual, though it was completely unnecessary, that and the fact I could feel that it was still nighttime outside.

"Potter…"

"Go back to sleep Draco" I pause "It is not even dawn yet"

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A/n: a little short but ……………..