Paralyze

Chapter Two: Like A Drunk

Draco awoke to the sight of a dark morning. The scene was dreary and the wind chilly to his skin. He felt dizzy; lightheaded and he could not recall how and why he had ended up on the pavement of his driveway. He was inside of the gate now and it was shut tight.

Pansy must have pulled me into the property, Draco thought, remembering now that Pansy had visited late that night. The left side of his neck stung tremendously, but when he reached up to scratch it from his rash…there was no rash there at all, but insteadtwo hollow bumps about a few centimeters apart. Draco pulled his fingertips away from his neck and observed them. They weren't bloody, but he could feel dry blood resting upon the two small wounds. "Damn it," he moaned.

Draco stumbled up the rocky driveway. The moment he stood, the woozier he felt, almost as if he were drunk. He couldn't let Mother see him in this state. She'll have worried too much and wonder where he's been. His eardrumspounded hardand everything was sort of blurry to his vision. His nose started running as well. He felt like he had a head cold, it was horrible. "Ow!" He yelped. Something had cut his lip and it started bleeding. Suddenly, he realized that a fanged tooth had replaced both of his top canines. "No…"

Draco fought his way up the hill and burst into the manor, climbing the winding stairs quickly and as he ran down the hall, hewhipped out his wand and summoned the door unlocked as it opened abruptly. Almost fainting, he slammed into his black bookshelf with his chest andpanicking, he searchedfor a certain book. Maroe hooted exasperatedly for being awoken from his precious sleep upon his post. "Shit. Shit! Oh no! This cannot be happening. I can't be a…"

He had found it. A dark brown book with golden letters on the side reading: Vampires, Symptoms and Signs of the Fanged by Eleanor Wingstrand. "Merlin, please…" Draco read franticly. After about ten minutes, the book collapsed on the wooden floor. He was in shock. He was a vampire. This couldn't be.

"Draco, darling. Are you alright?" Narcissa's voice came from the doorway.

"Um, I'm fine, Mother. I think you should leave my room now, though."

She frowned. "But why? What are you hiding?" She asked, curiously peeking into his room.

"Nothing, Mum. Just please…"

"Oh, alright. Breakfast is ready though."

"Mother, it's seven in the morning," Draco said, glancing at the clock upon his dresser.

"I know, but I'm hungry. I've been hungry a lot lately -- and you're a growing boy. Just be down in the dining room in about five minutes. Freshen up and get dressed, okay dear?" Narcissa said, leaving the room as her voice drifted down the hall.

"Yes." Draco closed the door, furiously. He could not believe what was happening to him. He was not a vampire. But wait -- he couldn't be. He'd fear the sunlight finally seeping into his window. He walked slowly towards the window, open widefrom last night and the moment the light touched his foot and shined onto his pale face, it burned tremendously.

A piercing hiss escaped from his mouth and his fangsemerged and grew. He could feel venom filling up inside of them and they pained from the unfamiliar usage of them. The light had disturbed him and his reactions became agitated by it. Draco started backing up from disbelief and stumbled over his trunk lying closed and locked at the edge of his bed. When he had found himself upon the floor, he glanced to his right and noticed through the mirror that he had no reflection. "No!" Confusion began to swell his mind and his eyesight started to heavy with blurriness. He supposed because his vision was clearer in darkness; he was now nocturnal.

How could he sit in the sunlit dining room now and eat relaxingly? Realizing he wasn't really even hungry, Draco got to his feet and made for the door. "Mother, I'm not hungry. Eat without me," he called down to her.

"Oh…alright, Draco. Something the matter?"

"No, Mother. I'm just tired. I think I'm going back to bed."

"Okay, dearest. I'll be in the library after breakfast, if you need me."

Draco shut the door and let himself fall the moment he reached his cushiony, luxurious bed. He honestly was extremely exhausted now. Hopefully, night would reach soon and that Pansy knew what she was doing…

Short and corny, I know. But at least I finished the chapter and more is yet to come! (: Thank you everyone for your lovely reviews and sorry that I've been in hibernation for so long, hehe. I've been brain dead and busy now that the sixth book has come out. :D