Chapter Six

I'm sorry this one took forever.
A LOT has been happening in my life right now it's crazy.
If there are spelling mistakes, which I'm sure there are,
Please excuse them.
I haven't had time to re read.
I wanted to get this posted.
For you guys!

I pulled away from Draco and stared into his blue eyes. He looked into my green, hungry eyes. He smiled kissed my lips lightly, "I got to get to class." He whispered into my lips. I nodded my head but didn't let his hair go. Nope, I did the opposite. I pulled him into another kiss. We smiled into each other's lips. I finally let him go and we stood there for a few moments before he snapped back to reality.

"By-"He started but I pressed my fingers to his mouth.

"Don't say bye." I whispered, "It'll feel funny." I dropped my hand away from his mouth.

Draco nodded his head, confused, and then said, "Alright. How about this, See you around?"

"Just grand," I smiled and kissed him once more.

I really didn't understand my action, about not wanting Draco to say bye to me. I guess it had something to do with Colin. That was his last word to me, "Bye." It was in a harsh, loathing tone too. I watched Draco walk away. He glanced back a few times. His thoughts were on me, hoping that what happened was real and not a dream. Guess what Draco? I thought to myself, it was as real as it gets.

I was staring at my plate of food, telling myself, JUST EAT IT! I sighed and picked up my fork and looked at Draco from the corner of my eyes. He was watching my intensively, waiting for me to eat. I shoved some mashed potatoes into my mouth and swallowed.

"Stomach feeling better?" Draco asked.

I nodded and started to eat the ham. Draco started talking to his friends and I picked at the food. Soon I had eaten enough. I pushed the plate back and said, "Well I'm stuffed."

Draco looked at the plate then at me, "You barely ate."

"Had a big lunch." I sad shrugging.

Draco nodded and went back to talking about Quidditch. I rolled my eyes and looked down the table at Isabelle. She was laughing and talking among her little friends. I smiled and then caught myself. What the HELL? I asked myself. Why am I smiling? It's because she's out of my hair, that's why.

The dessert appeared on the table and everyone, aside from me, dug in. Draco asked if I was going to have some. And I shook my head and told him I didn't want any. He shrugged and ate some pie. He wasn't really talkative toward me. Must be from that kiss, I told myself. If only I wasn't weak I could read his mind. Just so I know what's going on in his mind.

I closed my eyes trying hard to read his mind. Nothing happened. I sighed and mentally rolled my eyes at myself. And then the thoughts came pouring into my ears. They weren't Draco's but of a girl. They were about me.

He's sitting with her again. Who is she? I hate her already. I can't believe Draco has kissed her. She's ugly. I don't see her in any of my classes. She's never been here before though. I know everyone who is a Slytherin.

I look around trying to find the girl. I can feel her eyes staring at me. I finally found her. She had black hair that went to her chin and folded under. She had big brown eyes. She wasn't skinny but not obese either. I stared back at her with narrowed eyes. I nudged Draco.

"Huh?" was Draco's answer.

"Don't make this too obvious Draco. But who is that girl with the short black hair staring at me?"

Draco scanned the table of people until he found who I was talking about. The girl's thoughts were about him. Oh how she loved Draco-poo. I started to laugh but coughed to cover it. Then I cleared my throat, "So. Who is she?" I asked again.

"Pansy Parkinson, I think she hates you. She's like in love with me or something. I'm not to found of her. Our parents are good friends. We've known each other for a long time." He explained for me.

I smiled at him and nodded. Then he rose up with the other kids. It was time to leave already. I rose as well and walked with Draco. My hand brushed across his and he grabbed it. I hadn't attended on doing this. But it happened any way, like it would in a love movie or novel. I sighed with pleasure as Draco laced his fingers into mine. It tingled when he touched me. I wondered if he felt it too.

I must have been smiling like an idiot because Draco asked why I was smiling. I told him I was happy. He rolled his eyes, smiled, and pulled me along to the Slytherin Common room. The girl named Pansy was right behind us. I herd her every thought.

Once we were in the Common Room, Draco led me over to a corner where two chairs and a table sat. He pulled out one chair and guided me into it. I smiled as a way of thanks. He took the chair across mine. I turned my head and looked over the room. Pansy was staring at us, watching our every move. I wanted to shout something at her, but nothing came out. Nor did one clever remark come to mind.

My mind was like jell-o at the moment. The way Draco stared at me made me forget how to think straight. I closed my eyes and breathed in his sweet, mouth watering, scent. I opened my eyes and looked into Draco's eyes. They were cloudy with thoughts. Thoughts I couldn't hear. I was really beginning to hate not hearing his thoughts.

"Pansy's staring at us." I stated.

Draco turned his head in Pansy's direction. His expression read hatred. But once he turned and looked back at me, the expression turned soft and vulnerable. Was it I who made Draco vulnerable and soft? Or did all the girls do this to him? I had a feeling that Draco wasn't the type who became vulnerable often. Nor did he seem the type to become soft and loving.

I, like Draco, didn't become vulnerable much. The feeling was foreign to me. And I didn't like the feeling much at all either. It made me feel so weak, as if I couldn't do a thing about it. But that's what you're supposed to feel, trapped and weak. I remember one time Colin had made feel very vulnerable and I cracked. I poured myself out to him. Letting my feelings get the better of me. He stared in shock at me, not believing what I said. But finally he realized it was all true. And he told me he loved me, too.

I blinked away the sudden tear that came to my eyes. I couldn't let Draco see me in such state. If I did he'd asked what's wrong and I would either have to make up a lie or tell him the truth. And once I started on the truth he would ask me why Colin had left me and I'd have to tell him. I didn't want to go through that conversation right now. I coughed and turned my head, away from Draco's intense stare.

Why wasn't he speaking? Say something! Do something. I hate sitting here not knowing what to do. He couldn't hear my demands so why demand them? I sighed and decided to break the silence.

"Maybe I should leave. Pansy looks as though she wants to talk to you."

"No. Don't leave. I don't care what she has to say. I wanted to talk to you. About…"He didn't finish his sentence. He seemed afraid of asking me. His behavior gave him away. He cracked his knuckles and looked everywhere but at my face.

"About?" I tired to edge him on.

"About…what you really are." He whispered, closing his eyes.

I sat there, not even breathing. What was I going to tell him? That I was a blood sucking monster and hope that he wasn't scared? No, I couldn't tell him that. I'll tell him I think it's too soon to let him know.

"I…don't think that's such a good idea." I said shaking my head.

"Why?"

"Draco," I said his name in a sigh, trying to collect all my thoughts, "We met about 24 hours ago. And I really don't think it's time to rush into the whole 'Let me tell you my life story' thing. Give me some time. I just don't want to scare you off."

"You won't. I live in the wizard world. I'm really up for anything."

"Not this one. I'm pretty sure. We're pretty rare and we don't cross wizards much. So maybe it will."

"Maybe it won't."

I let out a loud sigh and closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. He was stubborn and wasn't about to give this up. I wanted to shake him and scream "YES! YES YOU WILL!" But I couldn't move or speak. I was useless at the present moment.

"Fine Elizabeth," Draco said. The way he said my name wasn't at all the warm, gentle way he always did. It was harsh and cold with hatred in it as well, "Don't tell me. I could careless now. Have a wonderful evening."

With those words he stood up, knocking the chair down in the process, and left. The breeze behind him blew my hair into my face. I thought heard myself whisper, "You too." I wasn't sure if I whispered it or thought it. I sat there for what seemed like days, staring at the books lined up perfectly on the bookcase. For as long as I sat there, you'd expect me to know every title of ever book. But I didn't. I didn't even know the title of the book I was staring at.

The Slytherins had gone to their rooms and were tucked away in their beds, sleeping. Draco probably wasn't sleeping. He was probably wide awake wondering about us. Thinking about who and what I am. Was I ever going to tell him? Chances were slim, at least now they were. After that conversation he'd be lucky if I ever talked or looked at him.

I decided to finally move away from the corner and pace around the cozy common room. While thoughts ran threw my mind, I let my fingers touch objects as I passed them. Occasionally I'd pick something up and place it back down when returning to its rightful spot. My thoughts were no longer on Draco. No, they were on Isabelle.

I was staring to actually like the twit. She was cute in some weird, annoying way. Even if she did call my Lizzy, I was really starting to like her. It was driving me crazy to actually think that, but it was the truth. I even felt sort of bad for being so cruel to her. She was 10 years old and didn't know much that went on in her own family.

Isabelle was just a silly little 10-year old who just loved everyone. She was oblivious that her mother and my father were starting to fall apart. Too young to understand why I hated Judith. A part of me wanted to tell Isabelle everything that went on but then the other part of me was telling me not to tell her a thing.

Why did she have to be born into this screwed up family? She belonged to normal people, or a normal wizard family. She deserved much better. But, yet, here she is suck in a family where everyone hates each other, where the mother and father argue over stupid useless things like a broken glass or a common mistake.

Judith and my father were on the verge of cracking. They were always at each other's necks about something and Isabelle didn't know. She thought they were happy. She even thought I loved Judith, what a craze thought.

I put down the book I was carrying on one of the tables and climbed the stairs to my room. I had nothing better to do, so might as well lay in my bed.

The rest of the week went by in a total blur. I couldn't even remember if I ate or if I brushed my hair. The only thing I could remember was that I helped Isabelle with her book work a few times during the week.

Friday finally rolled around and I was itching for blood. I paced the Common Room for 15minutes when I finally decided to take a walk outside. Since it was cloudy and rainy, I thought I should get a bit of fresh air.

While walking down to the entrance I was wishing I wouldn't run into Draco or anyone else I talked to. I didn't fell like talking that much. Draco hadn't spoken to me all week and I really wanted to talk to him. But I was too hard headed to go up and talk to him. I caught him staring at me a few times during lunch or dinner. But never once did he try to talk to me.

I was starting to get weaker with each passing hour. I was going crazy, tugging at my hair, wanting to bite the people around me. My mouth watered each time I could smell Draco near and I could feel myself slipping away. Each time that happened I turned and walked far away from him, hoping he wouldn't follow.

Once I was outside, the frigid air hit my face. I knew if I breathed in I would go into a state I didn't want to go into. As I walked along the grounds I didn't breathe. The sun was behind the clouds so I didn't have to worry much about that. They only thing I was worried about was Draco.

If I saw Draco I'd have to breathe and if I had to do that I was going to loose all control of what I had. My fangs would grow, my eyes go totally black-they were dark green at the moment. I'd end up biting Draco. And I didn't want to do that. I didn't want to have to feel guilty about turning him into a vampire. I knew I didn't have to turn him into one, I just knew it wouldn't be fair to him. If his last few moments of life would be me biting the side of his neck, I'm pretty he'd be mad. But, yet, I'm sure his last moments of real life of me turning him into a vampire wouldn't be nice either.

I've watched my prey turn into a vampire. It's not pretty. From what I see it hurts. They scream out in pain, cry even. They kick around trying to get away from me. All I can do is watch over them, making sure nothing goes wrong. When it's all done and over with they lie there motionless, not even breathing, and dead. After a few beats of this they awake, their eyes black as coal and full of hunger.

The wind blew my hair around my face, making me stop all my thoughts. He was near. I could feel him. He was just over the hill. My head started spinning. What was I going to do? It was almost lunch and he was walking straight towards to where I was standing.