Chapter One
Somewhere in a secluded, deep dark forest, a loud crack echoed through the trees, followed by silence. Draco Malfoy found himself looking up into the gaunt, sallow face of his Defense against the Dark Arts professor. Long, dirty fingers clenched the back of his robes and wrenched him closer.
"Listen quickly boy." Snape uttered with shifty eyes. "I haven't much time, and you need to understand this. If the Dark Lord finds you, he will kill you. You will need to be dead, gone and never found again. I have already faked your death for you, and I have a way of making you disappear. Understand that what I'm about to do is the only choice I have."
It happened in slow motion. Snape wrenched Draco off his feet, pulling him to his neck. His mouth slowly opened, revealing a set of quickly growing razorblade fangs. His cold fingers slid smoothly across Malfoy's ivory neck, then dug into his skin as Draco stifled a scream. Draco's senses immediately heightened. He could feel the warm blood coursing through his adam's apple, could feel Snape's icy breath on his exposed, waiting neck. There was half a second when all time stood still; Draco could swear he felt Snape smile.
Then, quick as lightning, Snape sunk his sharp fangs into Draco's naked neck. Time slowed down; Draco's gasp echoed as if he was standing in the middle of a marble room. Everything felt to Draco as if it were happening under water. They were suspended in it, completely imbrued as the warmth slowly left Draco's body. Voices surrounded them, eerie voices echoing through the water, whipering in a language he did not understand. The voices died, and Draco found himself lying back on the forest floor, drained of all energy. Everything slowly came back into focus, and he found himself looking up at Snape's face, which for once had a soft expression on it.
"Here" he said, holding out his right arm. "Drink." Draco gazed up at Snape, willfully asking him to take his blood. An unknown force coursed through him like firewhiskey and he lunged at Snape's throat instead. He clamped his mouth down on it, and took in his first taste of blood. Snape shuddered and softly moaned, but to Draco's ears, it amplified 10 times. Everything was suddenly so much louder, so much clearer, so much better. He could not only feel the blood streaming through his lips, he could feel, no, even hear every single muscle in Snape's body move even the slightest centimeter. Snape's ragged breathing was now filling the air; the drop of sweat moving down his temple was an entire world of sparkling light. His professor crumbled in his arms, moaning louder and louder as Draco went deeper and deeper into his
new world.
Suddenly a sharp pain gripped him with icy hands. He let go of Snape's neck, and stumbled backwards. The night above him started spinning as he fell to the damp ground. He tried to breathe but found it impossible, he tried to move but he was pinned to the ground, writhing in pain, silently screaming. His heart felt like it was going to explode, it spasm terribly, as if taking its last beats. Snape crawled over him, fixing him with a glance that almost seemed caring.
"It's only your body dying. You will awake soon enough, and I will be gone. You'll be safe." He leant closer. "Sleep well," he whispered into Malfoy's ear.
Draco's world was fading. A dark crimson overtook all other colors and everything steadily got darker and darker until it all went black and he could barely feel Snape's hand running through his hair. "Death is sweet" an unseen voice whispered, as Draco's hand went limp and he lost all being.