Chapter 8

Draco sat down on the bed with a long sigh. Things were getting crazy these days. He had thought things would get weird. He just didn't think it would be this weird. Draco looked toward the open door seeing Red standing in it.

"So are you like 100 years old or are you a young vampire?" He asks trying to lessen the tension.

"I am 5,000 years old." Red stated simply, closing the door and sitting down in a chair next to it. There was a little bit of light in the room so Draco wasn't too freaked out.

"5,000...Holly cow you must be like one of the oldest vampires in the world! I have heard stories about wizards coming face to face with a vampire your age. It's said no wizard has lived long enough to talk about it much. I also remember a story about a vampire that was 4,000 or so who ended a war in the wizarding world in one day after joining… Do you know him?" Draco forgot all about the fact Red was a vampire and was now just curious.

Red nodded his head. "Oh yes I know him. He is a French man. Has the taste for show business, loves to dress in women's clothes and is the gayest man I have ever seen." Red smiled widely at Draco as if he knew some kind of joke. "Do you know why he stopped the war?" Draco shook his head no. "He stopped the war, because it was digging his yard up and disrupting his show." Draco looked completely blown away by this.

"How do you know that?" He finally managed to ask.

Red's eyes seemed a bit pinker than usual. "Do you really want to know?" Again Draco only nodded yes. "Well then, the answer is… I am him." Draco eyed Red to see if he was lying. There was no trace of it on his face. He found himself slowing a lump in his throat.

"What is your real name Red?"

"My name is… not important for you to know." Red seemed bored after that and slumped in his chair.

"Ok…Then if you're so powerful why didn't you just kill the Death Eater? And why are you listening to Elwood?" Red rolled his eyes as he looked at Draco.

"If I had killed him, they would have all come here looking to see what killed their friend and then would have found you. Use that thing you call a brain boy." He seemed irritated now. "As for why I listen to Elwood, that is also none of your concern, just be happy I do." Red got up and looked at him for a moment. "I am too hungry to baby sit your ass. I'll be back in a bit. You should be safe in here, but if anyone other then me pops in, hit them with these." He handed Draco a bottle of what looked to be blood. "That is vampire's blood, boiled down and mixed with a wild flower called several. It will make whoever is hit with it burst into flames." Red then left the room closing the door behind him.

Draco looked the bottle over and then placed it on the bedside table. He took off his shoes and got into bed. As he did he heard a holler from the next room. His eyes widened as he knew what was making the noise. Ying had to be in the next room all wolfed out. 'Unless there is more then one werewolf in this church. '

Draco looked over to the bottle of vampire blood. He had never thought vampire blood could be anything more than blood. Now he knew something no other wizards in the world knew. At least he thought so anyway. And if that were so, he could become even richer. When there was nobody trying to kill him anymore anyways.