Chapter Two:

"What do you want?" my voice was hard. I was trying to control myself.

The boy's scent was too strong. I wanted to quench the unexpected thirst that had just come over me. I had to fight back, I had too. If I didn't I'd probably have to kill the two goons behind the gorgeous kid. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply.

"You don't have to sound so harsh." Mr. Gorgeous snapped.

I looked up, meeting his grey blue eyes. I narrowed my emerald ones, or maybe, my black ones. How am I going to fight back this…this feeling? The feeling to bite him, to feed upon him. And why was he so damn irresistible? I didn't even know the kid's name! Hell, he's probably older than me, I thought, so why do I keep calling him kid?

"What do you need?" I asked in a lighter tone, trying to sound pleasant, but failing miserably.

"All the compartments are full. And besides, you're in the one I sit in every year." He explained, stepping intothe small compartment.

"Well this one is occupied, if you couldn't tell. So, please leave, now!" I smiled a sarcastic smile hoping to drop a hint. He was oblivious to the hint I was giving him. Males, I thought, they never get anything.

"I was hoping you'd share. Since, you know, you're alone."

And that's all I need, to be alone with you. In the same compartment with you inches away from me. Dear god he smelt so wonderful. I needed to control myself. I had too! I tried to think of what my father taught me. 'Over power the need, be stronger than the thirst.' He would always tell me. I swallowed and took in a deep, calming breath. It worked.

"Well," I began, "How do you know that I'm alone? I could have a friend who is out visiting some friends she hasn't seen since last school year." I made my voice sound sincere.

"Because," his voice was like honey, "I've never seen you at school before. Which brings me to a question, who are you?" He sat down across from me. His scent was terribly stronger now. Be stronger, I told myself.

"I'm Elizabeth Swan." I sighed. "And you are?" I questioned him now.

"Draco Malfoy."

"Pleasure to meet you, Draco." I lied. It didn't show, though.

"No, no, the pleasure is all mine. Oh, and these two are Crabbe and Goyle." He pointed to the two fat monsters, which were still standing at the threshold. I smiled at the two, they looked very bored.

"Hello." I whispered to them. They just nodded toward me. What talkers they were.

"Why haven't I seen you before?" Draco asked, making me return my gaze back to him.

"Why does it matter?" I snapped.

"Just wondering. That's all." He said easily, leaning back against the chair. He smirked at me; it was very attractive, the way he smirked. I couldn't believe it, a wizard who was amazingly gorgeous! I never would have thought in a million years. "So how old are you?"

"Seventeen, you?" I didn't take my eyes off his mouth.

"Same. But turning eighteen soon." He boasted.

I smiled and turned my attention to the window. It was raining. Pouring really. I sighed and looked down at my hands. They were resting in my lap, fingers laced together. My nails were perfectly long and painted red. A deep dark red. Like the color of blood. I felt Draco's gaze on me. I looked up and I herd his first thought about me.

She's very pale. And gorgeous. Her lips are perfect. God what am I thinking? I just met the girl. But damn, she's gorgeous.

I shook my head and tried not to laugh. I was always getting this from guys but it never gets old. I love to hear what they think of me. Oh, she's so hot! Or Damn I want to bang her brains out. But Draco wasn't thinking anything about "banging" me. Just thinking I was gorgeous. But I knew better than that. He was, after all, a male. Just give the boy time, I told my self, he'll start thinking about how, when, and where to "bang" me.

"What are you thinking?" His question took me by surprise.

"Wh-what?" I asked.

"What are you thinking?" He asked patiently.

"I-uh. Well nothing really." I said staring at him, "Why?"

"I don't know. You just looked deep in thought."

"Oh…Well what were you thinking?" Let's see if he lies. Probably.

"Just thinking about how damn gorgeous you are." Well he knows how to make a girl melt.

"Oh really?" I said laughing, "You must be seeing something I don't, sweetie. Because when I look in the mirror I see some monster." I wasn't lying. I did see a monster each and every time I looked in the mirror.

When I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection I wanted to break the mirror. I hated looking at my self and seeing what others didn't. A vampire. Sure I was beautiful but I still was a monster underneath it all. A heartless vampire.

"So much for having pride in yourself." Draco stated sarcastically.

"Yeah, I know." I agreed as I watched the two monsters leave.

We continued to talk. Getting to know one another more. He started talking about Quidditch, I had no clue what that was, and I just nodded my head and said yeah occasionally. When we got off that topic, I told him I didn't like the sport much. So we started talking about each others lives. And the question came back.

"Why haven't I seen you before at school?" He asked gently.

"Well my younger sister needs to be protected and…well I have to be here for her. I don't really want to because I hate her and my mother. But I promised my father I would look out for her. So I am."

"Why do you hate them?" He asked.

"They…" I almost told him the real reason. "Lets just say they aren't really my real blood."

"So your mother really isn't your mother? Like a step mother?"

"Exactly, but she's been there since I was a baby. So I kinda have to call her mom in front of my dad."

Draco nodded then looked dead serious into my eyes when he asked, "You aren't a witch are you?"

His question made me stare at him for a long time. Finally when his patience ran up he asked again. I stalled for a brief moment before I spoke. My voice was soft, "No. No I'm not. How did you know?"

"You didn't know anything I was talking about when I started talking about Quidditch. And then spells. I just can tell. But what I can't tell is what you really are. You aren't going to tell me either are you?"

"I-No. Not right now Draco. I'll probably…never mind." No I was highly confused. Why didn't I hear him think that? But now that I think of it why can't I hear his thoughts right now? Was I weak? No it couldn't be that. He was different; I finally came to the conclusion. I stood up and held put my hand to Draco.

Draco stood up too, without taking my hand. "Where are you going?"

"I need to go find my sister." It was a lie. But I had to get out of there so I could clear my head.

"Don't go." He pleaded.

"I have to. It was nice meeting you Draco Malfoy."

The train came to a complete stop and since me nor Draco were ready for the stop we fell back onto his seat. By the time I collected my thoughts of what just happen I noticed I was sitting in Draco's lap. I bolted out of his lap and ran for the door. I turned back to Draco and smiled.

"Maybe we'll see each other during school. I could…walk you to your classes?" I asked with a laugh.

"Isn't that my job?" He asked.

"It is. But since I don't have classes I should walk you to yours, you know?"

"Yeah. I'd like that. See you around Elizabeth."

I left within a blink of an eye. I was walking, well running, down the small hallway when I ran right into something hard. I fell back onto the floor.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't see you there." I herd a deep male voice.

I looked up to meet a pair of emerald, like my own, eyes. But his were hidden behind round glasses. Usually I thought glasses were geeky, but on him they looked incredibly sexy. Oh god, I thought, I just use the word sexy. Draco's gotten to me. He got me thinking about…I can't even say it. I'm too turned on at the moment.

"No, no. It's my fault. I was running and not looking where I was going. I was kinda looking at my shoes. God I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" I asked when I stood up.

"I tiny thing like you couldn't hurt me. Question is are you ok? You fell pretty hard."

I couldn't feel it anyways, "I'm fine really. But I got to go. Sorry. I'm in a hurry." I dashed around the boy and out of the train with a group of girls who were talking among themselves.

Then I stopped in my tracks. There was the biggest man I have ever seen. He was big and hairy. I felt my jaw drop to the ground beneath my feet. He towered over me like the Eiffel Tower. The giant was holding up a lamp and yelling, "Firs' years this away, firs' years!" His voice was gruff and deep. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. All I could do was stand there like the idiot I was and just stare.

"That's Hagird." I heard someone say behind me.

"Wh-what the hell is that thing?" I blurted out.

Draco put his arm around my shoulders and laughed, "Apparently you've never seen half of a giant." He laughed and I felt him shake his head at me.

"HALF OF A GIANT!" I was beyond believing now. The man was a giant! There was no way in hell he was half of one. No way! I couldn't believe. But you are in the wizard world, I reminded myself.

"Yeah, half. I hate the bastard." Draco pushed me along and steered me to these carriages with the ugliest horses I had ever seen.

"Are those really horses?"

"No. They are Thestral. I can't see it though. I only know what they are."

"Why can't you see them and I can?"

"Well you've seen someone die haven't you?"

About 20, I thought. And those were the people I've bitten to feed myself because I couldn't handle animals. But I have sworn off humans after the last. And two of the humans wanted to become a vampire.

"You could say I have, yes." I whispered, ashamed of the fact.

"I see. Still doesn't help me figure out what you really are. I'm going to figure you out." He pointed at me and I found it hilarious and so I laughed.

Draco opened the small door to the carriage for me and helped me inside. He sat across from me and smiled a half smile. God why did he have to be so damn gorgeous? WHY! I wanted to scream the question out.

"So you really think you're going to figure me out, huh?"

"One day I think I will. Or you'll break down and tell me. We'll see what one comes first, darling." He winked at me and grinned again.

"I highly doubt the braking down thing, Draco. And the, figure me out thing, might be hard. But I can't underestimate you, for I really don't know all that well."

Draco studied me for a moment then turned his gaze to the window. We sat in silence for a while before the carriage finally started to move. Draco broke the silence.

"Tell me, Elizabeth, what were your first thoughts about me?" He returned his attention to me and leaned forward, his arms resting on his legs.

To suck your blood of course, I thought, and to jump you're fucking bones. But I couldn't possibly say that no could I? "That you were fucking gorgeous." I wasn't going to lie about that one.

He nodded and smirked, that unbelievable sexy smirk. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. I found it so hard. And I was finding it terribly hard not to jump on him and bit his neck. I even felt my teeth grow a little bit. God help me now, he was going to find out if I kept this up. I shook the thoughts away and my teeth were back to normal.

The carriage stopped and Draco opened the door and got out. He held out his hand for me and I took it. He helped me down, but I still got my foot caught and I fell right into his strong arms. He smelt so wonderful. I smiled and said thank-you and rushed in front of him.

If I couldn't control myself I was going to break my promise to myself about the human thing. I took a few deep breaths and calmed myself. I was under total control of myself, and I sure the hell was proud of that. I even smiled at my praise to myself. I stopped at the front steps of the magnificent school. I felt Draco behind me and I whispered, "It's a very beautiful school."

"If you say so. So where do you have to sit?"

"I…well…I don't really know. I guess where ever my sister sits at."

"Oh. Well I hope your sister is in Slytherin. Or is this her first year here?"

"First year."

"Well hopefully she'll get sorted in Slytherin."

"What do you mean sorted? And what in the God's name is a Slytherin."

"A Slytherin is what I am. Slytherin is a house…" Draco explained everything to me about Hogwarts on our way into the school and into the dinning area. It was a beautiful room and many people were already at the tables. When I looked up at the very back I saw many elders sitting at three very long tables. I guessed that those were the teachers of Hogwarts. I saw a very old man sitting in the middle at the middle table.

He had a very long beard and I could see his blue eyes twinkle from where I was standing. He looked up caught my eyes. He smiled at me and motioned me to come to him with a wave of his hand.

"Draco. I'll be right back. I think that old man wants to see me." I said moving away from Draco's side.

"Oh that's Dumbledore. Just to let you know. I'll be over there." He pointed to a table over to the far left.

"Ok." I walked forward. I felt few people stare at me and Dumbledore's eyes never left mine.

Once I reached the table he held out his hand, "I am Professor Dumbledore, Elizabeth. It is a pleasure to finally meet you." He had such a gentle voice.

"Hello Professor. How do you know my name?" My voice was showing my confusion.

"Your father has spoken to me and about your…condition." He smiled and took my hand into both of his and patted the top of my hand.

I thought it was very sweet that he didn't call me a vampire and called it a condition, "Well I'm glad you two have spoken." I smiled sweetly.

"Yes, me two. Now I see you have already made a friend, Mister Malfoy so you may go sit with him if you like. Or you could wait to sit with your sister after she is sorted." He let me hand go and I dropped it to my side.

"Oh well…I think I'll sit with Draco. Thank-you. I was totally clueless of where to sit. Thank-you again Professor."

"You're welcome. Have a nice visit. Oh and I'll be needing to speak with you later on in the week about…how should I say this…" He waved his hand around trying to find the right words.

"It's ok. I think I know what you are trying to say. About me feeding, right?"

"Yes. I didn't want to put it that way." He nodded with closed eyes.

"It's alright Professor. I know what I am and I can't change it. But you just send for me and I'll be there." I shook his hand once more before going back to Draco.

"What did he want?" Draco asked as soon as I sat down next to him.

"Just to talk to me and about…well…my condition as he so sweetly called it." I smiled hoping I didn't drop any hints to Draco about me.

I didn't. Draco looked so confused, "Ok. I just wish you would tell me what you are. You better not be a damn muggle." His hatred was showing when he said the odd word muggle.

I laughed as I asked, "Muggle?" I threw my head back and laughed. What a word that was. And what did it mean?

"Yeah Muggle, you know non magical folk."

"Well Draco, let me tell you this. I wouldn't say I have magical powers, none that I know of that is. But I sure the hell ain't a normal person."

"I'm going to figure you out. Just give me time. Let me see how you live a day to day bases. I'll find out." He promised.

"We'll see. But wait…" The thought had only dawned on me. Where was I going to stay at? "Where am I staying at?"

"You could stay with me." Draco winked.

"I would-" I didn't get to finish my sentence because an old women from the front of the room started talking and then yelled out a name.

She placed an old hat onto the child's head that was called out. The young boy sat stiff in the chair and looked so nervous. Then the hat yelled! I was so taken back by that action I gasped. Draco laughed at my reaction. I could careless though. For god sakes there was a talking hat right before my eyes! I wouldn't care what my father's reaction would have been to my behavior. The thing actually kind of scared me when he yelled out the house name, Hufflepuff.

"A talking hat! Are you serious?" I whispered.

"Dead." Draco replied.

Soon there were only two kids left, my sister and a very ugly look boy with brown hair that was parted in the middle and sleeked down to the sides. I thought he looked more of a mouse than a human.

"Isabelle Swan" The old woman called.

Isabelle walked up with pride and no fear. I closed my eyes and tried to read her thoughts.

God, I'm so scared. What if I get into Gryffindor? That would be so bad. Mommy would hate me. She wants me to get in Slytherin.

I wanted to laugh. She was fretting over what house she'd get in. I shook my head and coughed to cover my laugh. Isabelle was sitting on the stool and looked a little nervous now. She sat there a little longer than the others. Finally the hat screamed out her house.