I started to really panic.  No one can ever know I'm alive, but I don't have a heartbeat.  I'm going to have to make a run for it. "Bye!" I called as I ran around the crowed of people to get outside.

            I ran through the parking lot to the corner of a tall building.  I should be safe here.  To my surprise, though, the healer had followed me. "AAH!" I jumped when I saw him.

            "Draco, if you don't get to the hospital right away, you're in danger of dying!" he shrieked.

            I doubt that.  I flashed my eyes at the man and smiled.  Suddenly, I felt this bizarre urge for blood—and that's not a joke.  I moved towards the man as he backed into a corner.  I felt my face change into a demon's—long fangs for biting.  I know exactly what's wrong with me now.   I'm a creature of the night—a vampire.  I pinned the man to the wall and chuckled. "Stop!  Stop!  Please!" He cried. "I'll—I'll scream,"

            "WOW!  That's really gonna stop me," I laughed.

            "I will!  At the top of my lungs."

            "Who wouldn't?" I growled.

            And with that, I leaned forward and bit his neck to suck him dry.  Afterwards, I threw him down.  He slid down the wall to the hard concrete, dead.  I don't have worry about him, or the hospital anymore.

            I walked around the corner and into the parking lot for the party.  Our limo was still in the same place it was parked when we arrived.  I walked over to it and opened the door to get in it when I was quickly stopped. "Draco!  Draco—honey!"

            Mum hugged me tight.  She was out of breath. "You are real, right?" she suddenly asked, looking at me in the eyes.

            I nodded, laughing. "When you ran away, I started to think it was just a dream that you survived!" she said, as if I'd just survived some big war.  Dad was behind mum, looking relieved.  "Where's Dr. Healer Garrow?  He left after you did."

            "Garrow?  Umm…he ran up to me, told me he was having second thoughts about me going to the hospital, and drove off," I lied.

            "Are you sure?" she questioned.

            "Yes, totally.  But, he was wrong about me being bitten.  He told me his medical tools were broken, and that's why he couldn't get a heartbeat from me.  Also, I have sleep apnea--"

            "What do you mean you weren't bitten?" Dad broke in.

            I was making things up as I went.  This would be a tough one. "Well," I began. "What happened was I jumped out of a window to escape from a werewolf, and the glass shattered everywhere.  It hit my neck mostly, so I passed out from losing too much blood," I explained smoothly.

            "Draco, I don't think that's true," Mum said.

            Does the word 'Duh' mean anything to my mum?  I can't just say 'mum, I was bitten by a vampire.'  For one thing, she wouldn't believe it.  Yet again, my werewolf story isn't any better. "The truth, Draco," Dad snapped.

            Remember, he's not a patient man.  So, what should I tell them now? "The truth," I said, "is, umm…"

            What do I say? "Well, you see, there was this guy—he hates me, right?  So, in his anger at our family, he picks up his glass and throws it at my neck--"

            "DRACO!"

            "Sorry!  Look I totally owe you both the truth, and I really can't tell you it right now.  I just—I really can't," I explained.

            Mum nodded, but Dad wasn't happy. "No, young man!  You owe it to us here and NOW--"

            "Lucius!  He's not ready yet.  Give him time, he'll come forward," Mum said.

            I smiled.  Mum's pretty cool sometimes.  I then faked a really big yawn.  "I am so tired!  It's been a long exhausting day," I said.

            "I'm sure it has been for you," Mum replied.

            I sat down in the limo as my parents got in the front.  I don't think I'll ever be able to tell my parents the truth.  The whole ride home I sat really still, deep in thought.  I just kept playing over and over in my head how to tell my parents the truth, each time thinking of a different way to break it to them.  I sat back and closed my eyes, thinking hard…

            "Mum?  I'm coming clean, and you may not believe what I'm about to say, but it's the truth about the other day.  While I was at the party I…I was kinda bitten by a vampire."

            "Really! Well, that does explain a lot!  Why in the world would you ever think I wouldn't believe you?" Mum exclaimed.

           

            Okay, Okay, I know, it's twisted.  But, hey!  A fella can dream.  I opened my eyes and looked out the window.  We were only a couple miles away from The Malfoy Manor.  Dad turned around, facing me. "Well, you'll really have a story to tell Blaise—nearly escaping death!" he handed me the phone. " I called him for you.  I'm sure he'll want to hear about tonight."

            What?  Blaise is on the phone?  Ugh—the last thing I want to do is talk about what happened.  I yanked the phone out of dad's hand. "What?" I yelled into the wiz-phone.

            Dad gave me a stern look, so I corrected myself. "Hello, Blaise."

            "Hey, dude," Blaise replied.

            I rolled my eyes.  When Blaise goes away to visit his California cousins, he starts talking like them. "California?" I questioned.

            "Hawaii," he corrected me.

            "You have cousins in both Hawaii and California?"

            "Yeah, I'm here for two weeks visiting Marshall and Miranda, then I'm hading to California to visit Zach," he explained.

            "WOW!  I've never set foot in the United States.  I've only been to Ireland and Romania," I informed him.

            "Your welcome to come with me next year for my annual visit," Blaise said.

            "I'll think about it," I replied, knowing that it wouldn't happen—at least not now, since I've been vamped.

            I'll be spending my days dead. "So," Blaise said, "Your dad says you nearly escaped death…what's that all about?"

            Ugh!  I wanted to avoid that question!  What shall I say…?