A/N: Beware that I'm having problems with the symbols that seperate different scenes and right now there are none. Sorry for that. I'll try to make it better next chap.

I have to warn my readers that in this chapter there will be slash scenes! If you don't like the explicit kind please beware of the paragraphs that had been marked with !

Origin of sin

Chapter4: In the Depths of Night

Previously:

Later Draco led him to the dorms only to find almost all of the upper years there waiting for him in the dimly lit by the fireplace common room. He eyed them and smiled mock-sweetly.

"Good evening"

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Some of them returned the greeting while others simply nodded their heads at him and Draco showed him to a to a high-back armchair on the opposite side of a semi-circle consisting of the other chairs and one large leather couch. In other words – the stage was set and he fought to contain the wicked grin that pushed to show on his face.

"Please, sit Damien. We are all eager to get to know our new classmate" Draco offered with a sweet smile of his own. The vampire inwardly grinned 'Ah, the devil…how did he manage to arrange this little interrogation without me knowing?'

"Thank you Draco. I am as equally impatient to meet you all without the distraction of the noisy Great Hall. I must say I quite like the atmosphere of my new common room"

The slytherins looked the new student over as in the house of the Snakes appearances could sometimes be everything. His robes while the required Hogwarts black ones were made of a thick charmed heavily cascading material that was quite expensive and preferred amongst the upper classes of the wizard society for formal wear and was usually associated with high ranking on the pureblood circles of power, the only other slytherin wearing such a cloak was the Malfoy heir. The dark graphite-gray shirt and low slacks under it were latest fashion but had a clean cut with no unnecessary decorations that contributed to the authoritative air the young man excluded while making him bled in with the shadows around – something many thought impossible but all wished were able to accomplish. Some that had the eye for a detail noticed that the bots on his feet although looking like dragon hide were in fact not made of it, the scales formed a different pattern than dragon ones. Quite unfortunately, or fortunately depending on one's point of view, one of those observant people was Pansy Parkinson who ever the gossip could not stop herself before the blurred the first question that came to her insignificant mind.

"What kind of leather are those?" she pointed with her chin towards the footwear in question.

All of her classmates turned concealed to a different degree looks of contempt on the unfortunate girl, who shrank back under them. The slytherins had a silent agreement that in such situations the "conversation" was to be opened by the unofficial leader, meaning Malfoy, who would guide the whole exchange to their needs.

Observing with quiet amusement Damien was thinking quite the opposite of the other occupants of the room 'Good girl, ruined their plan. By Salazar, sometimes its dunderheads like this that I feel I could kiss!' The thought awoke a sly smile on his face as he answered her question.

"Basilisk"

The room's occupants' attention snapped back to him, making someone's neck crack with the person's too fast head movement. The statement was met by a few raised eyebrows and undisguised disbelief on the fire-lit faces.

"And where, if I may ask, did you get those Damien? I would be interested in whoever made those's services for myself." 'And the head interrogator speaks!'

The new slytherin's smirk widened an unnoticeable bit.

"As you can guess they are custom made but the skin had to be provided – not a difficult task with my line of…work"

The other brows joined their sisters on the Hogwarts' Snakes' faces – a basilisk was as rare as they came, very much more so that even the rarest of dragon species, not to mention they were practically impossible to kill!

Draco not in the least showing his surprise simply continued.

"Interesting. And what work would that be? A basilisk is exceptionally rare creature."

Tilting his head a little Daemon looked the blond for some time as if trying to figure something out while he was in fact amusing himself by trying to make the boy fidget and succeeding, even if he was the only one who could notice it, before smoothly answering.

"I take care of delicate matters that others can or would not." He righted his pose.

Deep silence ruled the room as suddenly the people present caught on to the fact that that particular conversation would be much more serious and privacy demanding than previously thought. 'Not that the fools need be concerned about our conversation being overheard' Daemon added in his mind sensing that a few were worrying about the sudden need of warding. 'I've put the wards up already! Careless fools!' He amused himself further by counting the number of 'concealed' wands drawn and the number of low-power privacy and anti-eavesdropping spells that swiftly covered the area.

"Would …human…problems be considered in that category?" A Malfoy to the end - always the first to smell a deal under their nose.

"It depends…"

"On?"

"Now Draco, you are a bright boy. I am sure your Father has taught you how the world turns."

Again there was silence all around while a slow smirk crept up the blonde's features mirroring Daemon's own. Seeing this and wishing to redeem herself Parkinson jumped at the chance, literally jumped, as she left her chair and neared Daemon with her hand outstretched in a silent offer. Daemon himself rose from his seat and extended his hand.

"Parkinson, Pansy Parkinson" she said shaking his hand a careful smile on her face as she shot Draco a quick look to verify the rightness of her actions and was relieved to see his imperceptible nod in return.

"A pleasure Miss Parkinson." He said as he brought her hand to his lips and ghosted a kiss on her chuckles making her giggle.

What followed was round of introductions with him keeping himself from laughing at the reality of his ex-classmates introducing themselves and unknowingly welcoming the one boy they had all hated and scorned after for years. Sometimes reality was even more unbelievable than fiction, more amusing too.

As he shook hands he used the opportunity to scan his new housemates. He only came up with Zabini being a medium - power water elemental who obviously hadn't figured his powers yet. Another matter for him to look into when he had the chance to do so – he'll have to either bind the boy's power if he was an enemy or help him reach his potential if he was an ally.

In a more relaxed atmosphere they returned to their seats and the conversation began on a new topic that was perhaps the most important yet.

"Blake…I haven't heard the name before. It is foreign?" enquired Zabini with a fake thoughtful look on his tanned face.

There was some suspicion in the boy, Daemon sensed, and immediately knew that the other had felt his scan which meant his elemental powers must be awakening. He'd have to be careful with Zabini from now on.

"You could say that but I wouldn't ruin your surprise and leave it to Draco's Father to tell you if he so wishes when he hopefully answers some questions about me of his son's that came up earlier, Mr. Zabini" Damien shot Draco a glance, his eyes twinkling brightly enough to rival Dumbledore's own.

They didn't try to pry further but as he studied them he saw they were not pleased with the turn of the evening. The 'conversation' was most definitely not going as planned; a change of tactic was required.

Softening his features and pouring the right amount of friendliness to his voice Zabini tried again.

"Fair enough. And call me Blaise - we will be after all roommates for two years. In fact I believe all of us would prefer being called by our first names" a few dirty looks were shot at Blaise but he pretended not to notice.

"Of course, Blaise, and since we've decided on first names - call me Damien." He threw a smile at the slytherin for a good measure" Now I'm interested to know how classes here are?"

Someone from the student gathered opened his mouth to answer but a cold glare from Draco cut the words from his mouth and it closed with a clink of his teeth.

Zabini thought for a second, brought his leg over the other and leaned back in his own chair.

"I'd say they are adequate. Even if it is a shame that the school is run by that mudblood and muggle loving Dumbledore it still is the finest in Europe."

The mudblood comment was intentional and everyone knew it. The conversation to those following it closely resembled a tense game of Quiddich where Malfoy, Zabini and Blake were throwing verbal quaffes at each other, trying to knock the opposition off balance with each pass.

"Indeed." Damien raised an elegant eyebrow, there seemed to be a lot of the particular motion that evening." If what you say is true it is a shame. I myself hold the opinion that if all attending were schooled in the proper ways of wizard kind the curriculum could be even more effective and advanced. Don't you agree Blaise?"

All they needed was a flashing score board, the present students as judges and it could have been a real match.

"More than agree Damien. But you were asking about our classes." The new slytherin nodded slightly" They are as I said –adequate. In my own opinion the best is Potions which is Professor Snape's, our Head of House, class. I need to warn you though – ever since first year we hadn't had a decent Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. Can you believe that the Headmaster even brought a werewolf to teach in our third year? It shows how desperate he is in order to allow a creature to teach!"

The smirk on Damien's face dimmed a little and both Malfoy and Zabini felt they had hit a nerve. When Blake spoke his voice was chilled.

"I wouldn't insult werewolves if I were you Blaise. After all they are considered dark creatures and take my word of advice – you do not want to face an enraged werewolf."

Felling a bit reckless Zabini decided to prod the topic.

"But they are only filthy creatures. They don't have a human's intelligence…"

"Then why was this werewolf you speak of a teacher? The Headmaster of this school may be …senile as I have heard but for it to prosper even desperate he is no fool. The man must have had the qualifications for the position." The vampire's face adopted a neutral expression but his tone carried a dangerous note and a glint found its way to his eyes, that to those who knew Daemon would have showed a promise of much pain." Judging by your words all dark creatures are lower than wizards, do you believe so Blaise?"

Not seeing the light scowl that had found its way on Malfoy's features during Damien's response Blaise answered confidently with pureblood conviction lacing his words.

"Yes, I believe so and it is the truth..." He was prevented from continuing the though by Damien cutting in curtly.

"Then I am lower creature than you?" Power laced the words and those around reared back in surprise and shock.

"You...what?" Blaise's surprise was genuine, as was his sudden fear when faced with the man before him that now excluded such powerful aura that he felt overwhelmed by his mere presence. The man that had had just declared he was a dark creature.

"I am a vampire" he continued as if he hadn't been interrupted by Blaise's outburst, his voice carrying with the dignity of a 'royal' member, which in a way he was " a dark creature as you say. Am I a lesser being than you?" Damien smiled a little letting his normal looking canines show, furthering the present students' confusion." Are you in some way superior to me despite the fact that I am undoubtedly more knowledgeable than you, that I can kill you" the word 'kill' was no more than a hiss but carried clearly over the deadly silent room" before you had the time to blink?"

No one knew how but before the last word had even left his mouth the new slytherin was across the space separating his seat and Blaise's and had his hand on Zabini's neck, pinning him against the back of the leather chair with a grip that had the one held clawing at Damien's hand in panic in seconds. Blake held the position long enough for his victim to start looking dazed before he calmly released him and returned to his seat.

The slytherins that were nearest had scrambled away as soon as their brains had comprehended what was happening and were standing in a semicircle around Zabini's chair but none nearer than 3 feet and did not return to their seats when the newly declared vampire moved away and into his own seat again.

Damien's voice had overall been calm but those present had noticed the carefully restrained amounts of rage that had seeped into his speech and left them unable to form coherent thought in fright as they stood before the …being that had just declared he could kill any of them effortlessly and had without doubt proved his words true.

Draco looked at his new acquaintance with renewed interest. A man that admitted to Damien's kind of work and origin was either playing them so this information could reach to the required circles or Blake was very rash and stupid indeed. Ruling out the second option the Malfoy heir decided he really needed to keep a closer look on this one but for now he had to restore then peace in the room. Clearing his throat he spoke.

"Please excuse Blaise, Damien, he meant no offence and may I be so bold as to ask a question?" Damien turned his attention to Draco and nodded his head slightly." It is known that the people of your…species…cannot exist in the sunlight. How is it that you and your friends are not disturbed by it?" the blond was not very sure if his question would not irritate the dark man but he simply had to ask – it had been bothering him ever since he had heard his friends' names on the train. To his surprise Damien smiled a mischievous smile at him before answering.

"That is a good question Draco but unfortunately it is another one that your Father would have to provide the answer to for you, I would not want to ruin your surprise…and Blaise?" he turned to the cowering boy who's olive-colored skin was finally returning its natural look after turning red from lack of oxygen." In the future think well before you talk, it is very gryffindor of you to do otherwise."

'Blake knows how to insult, that's for sure'. Such thought were on the Draco's mind as he watched the still wheezing Blaise rear back as if physically hurt.

Standing up Damien threw Draco an obvious look that said 'This meeting is over' and wished everyone a good night. He moved s few steps away and patiently waited until Draco exchanged a few words with his housemates, calming them and assuring them that everything was under control before the two headed towards their room with the blond leading the way.

Looking over the room Damien could not help but question his owns sanity to have asked the Sorting Hat to be put in Gryffindor when he was first sorted.

The dorms were spacious and one wall was occupied by a large enchanted window with a beautiful view of lake and the Forbidden Forest leaving the impression that the room was located on ground level instead of several floors under. The four-poster beds were coved in heavy velvet hangings and were against the remaining three walls. He saw his trunk in front the one that was closest to the door. Next to it was Malfoy's and on the opposite wall were Crabbe and Goyle's while Blaise had the third wall to himself.

Even the carpet was rich looking black and thick enough to keep the cold of the stone floors even without the heating charms that were undoubtedly weaved into it.

The only inconvenience that the vampire could think of was that the bathroom was not directly connected to the room but was across the narrow hallway that led to the dorms.

'Perfect' thought Damien as he surveyed his surroundings.

Much later that night, after everyone on the dorm had long ago fallen asleep, Damien slipped out of his bed, not bothering to dress further than throwing a cloak around his bare shoulders. He slinked out the door with skill honed by years of work with the Angels of Death back in the realms.

As per agreement with his partners he had some scores to settle and two boys to 'please' – whichever came first.

As his bare feet carried him down the dark and ominous corridors of the school he heard the faint noise of rustle of fabric despite the fact that his own silk pajama bottoms had long ago been charmed not to give away any noise as had all his clothes.

The sound alerted him that as expected he was being followed and with a delicate sniff of the air it was confirmed that it was Draco who was trailing him. Daemon smiled faintly. All was going as planned and they'd see what kind of a vampire the slytherin would be – just because he carried the Malfoy name didn't necessarily mean the boy would enjoy the same things as the Angels did and if that was so all of their plans for the blond would have to change since they would not be able to put the boy trough the training he needed. Daemon sincerely hoped that was not the case.

He turned the last corner and made his way towards the door of the third floor girl's bathroom knowing his stalker will follow.

He entered the bathroom and saw Velin and Soalr already inside. They too seemed not to have bothered with too many clothes and if the way the immediately moved towards him was anything to go by tonight would be a very interesting night.

He raised a hand and they stopped.

"Wait until we are in the Chamber"

The nodded and stepped back while he turned towards the sinks and looked for the one with the small snake carved on the side. He found it fairly quickly.

:Open:

He felt Soalr and Velin shudder in pleasure behind him – his speaking parseltongue had always been arousing for them.

Near the door, under his Invisibility cloak's disguise Draco Malfoy's eyes widened at the use of the snake language and could not prevent his mouth from silently forming a small 'o' when the sink moved to reveal some kind of tunnel hidden underneath 'What the…'

Daemon smirked as he caught the half-thought from the shocked blond. With a wicked smirk and a hissing whisper that sounded almost like parseltongue and had the same effect on them as the serpent tongue he turned the other two Angels.

"Down the hole, boys"

Without a second though Velin jumped into the pitch-black gaping hole closely followed by Soalr who flicked his thick braid around his throat to get it out of the way before going down with a quick wink at Daemon.

His smirk widening Daemon didn't wait long and he too joined them in the grimy pipe.

It was easy for the three vampires to descent the pipe kicking off the slippery walls without getting any of the filth on themselves and if any did get on them a swift cleaning spell would take care of it.

Malfoy's don't gape. It is as fact known to everyone though one Draco Lucius Malfoy couldn't care less about what anyone would say if they saw him gaping as he was at that moment. First this boy- Blake, says he's a vampire, then he sneaks out of the dormitories in the middle of the night to a girl's bathroom where he meets with two other vampires, speaks parseltongue to open some kind of a secret entrance then commands the other boys as if he was their master – and they obey! They had jumped into that gaping hole without a second thought! He shook his head to clear it. He had decided to see what the new student was up to and by Salazar he would! The boy intrigued him in more ways that he could count and he was determined not to let him get away.

Deeming it safe enough since Damien himself had gone down the hole he put a repelling charm on his clothes and hesitantly sat on the edge of the drain. 'Here I go being all brave and all that shit' he thought and pushed off the edge, pummeling down the twisting pipe.

He flew out of the end but somehow managed to keep his balance and not land on his rear. He felt extremely glad he had put those repelling charms on himself – the place was filthy! He scrunched up his nose in disgust as he stepped on some dead rodent's skull.

He spotted the his target and his companions some way ahead in a dark low tunnel and hurriedly followed them, pulling the Invisibility cloak closer around himself.

With a wave of his wand Daemon cleared away the rocks and rubble that stood in their way, fondly remembering how Lockheart had gone insane after trying to use that Obliviate spell on him with a broken wand.

He could practically hear Velin and Soalr trying to keep themselves from ravaging him right then and there as their minds went on overdrive with lustful thoughts, not that his own mind wasn't filled with similar thoughts mind you. Even if they had control over their bloodlust is was still quite a trial to be surrounded by all that fresh blood and not being able to taste any of it. There was only one way a vampire could overcome such a state and it was trough siphoning his energy in either fighting or turn the lust to a sexual one. Of course the Angels were not normal even by vampire standards and needed both.

At long last they reached the two intertwined giant snakes that guarded the entrance. Daemon grabbed Velin and Soalr's shoulders and pulled them next to each other in from of him. He moved so he was against their backs and his face between their heads and then hissed the password.

:Open:

He felt them shudder and lean back against him as the wall split to form the archway into the Chamber of Secrets. With a little push from his the two in front moved and they entered the large hall.

Everything was bathed in a dim green light that seemed to come out of nowhere and everywhere at once. Rows of pillars with gigantic life-like snakes carved into their stone reached up towards a ceiling that was so high that only blackness was seen above that the pillars were lost in. The floor was stone and immediately Daemon saw on it the carcass of the dead basilisk that seemed to not have changed since the second he had killed it in his second year. With a quick wave of his wand it was shrunk and in a small wooden box.

Daemon's eyes were drawn away from the box and towards the large statue of an ape-like man that rise hundreds of feet in height in the other end of the chamber. His black eyes shone with pride as he saw his ancestor.

"Salazar Slytherin…" he murmured moving away from his companions and closer to the statue "..such a wise man…"

Suddenly a hand landed heavily on his shoulder, bringing him of his little trans-like state, and spun him around where forceful lips met him and crushed on his own.

'Velar…'

With a snarl Daemon gripped the hand on his shoulder, twisting it he moved behind his attacker in one graceful step. Wicked claws grew from his fingers and he positioned then under Velar's chin, ready to cut should he move.
" My, you are impatient" he hissed into his ear and felt him shudder against his chest.

Draco had followed the three inside the Chamber and had taken a position next to the open archway. He had been amazed by his surroundings but his attention had been quickly drawn to the boys inside when one, Velin of he remembered correct, launched himself at Damien. He continued to watch as his black-haired fellow slytherin moved faster than the eye can see and had the other in a vise grip in a manner of seconds. He saw him whisper something against the captive's neck and the one held shudder. He could not look away as the boy seemed to get over the effect of whatever Damien had whispered to him and bending in an angle that was inhuman freed himself from the other's grip. His silver eyes were glued to the scene before him as the two proceeded to fight each other using punches and kicks that Draco was sure that should they reach their target serious damage would be done.

Suddenly he noticed that the two fighters had changed. Long sharp claws sprouted of their fingers, as did from their bare feet. Finally Damien got a kick trough his opponent's defense and Velin was sent sailing trough the air more than fifteen feet away. With a growl the Blake did not wait for him to land before he was moving again and with a leap was atop him bringing them both to the ground with force enough to kill a man. Draco winced as they landed with a heavy thud on the hard stone floor but to his astonishment both didn't seem to notice the hit and continued rolling on the ground, fighting for dominance. Cloaks were ripped and soon the two were clad in only their ripped pajama bottoms, their bodies showing the cuts they had gotten from the claws as they fought. They continued until Damien caught the other vampire's hands and pinned them against he floor above Velin's head. Draco's amazement only heightened when he saw Blake smiled viciously and licked twin pearly white fangs before sweeping down on his captive's throat.

He felt his pulse heighten. He had never before seen a vampire feed but now he found it fascinating. He heard the Velin boy give a strangled moan …in pleasure. His eyes widened and his breath quickened to match his pulse. It hadn't passed his mind before now that something so violent could be arousing. But it was and as Damien's head snapped up, rivulets of black blood running down his chin. Looking between the third vampire that seemed to had just come from the shadows he knew he'll see much more than he had bargained for that night.

He felt the blood slide down his throat and he purred against Velin's throat making him moan. He drank one more gulp, feeling Velin lose consciousness. Suddenly he heard Soalr move, he knew his comrade's steps, and his head snapped up and he fixed his eyes on the vampire. The gray-haired third Angel slowly closed in on the couple on the floor and crouched next to them. His eyes locked with Daemon's as he dipped a finger in an open wound on Daemon's naked back and slowly brought it to his mouth. He licked the blood covered finger and his eyes fluttered closed. The hand fell away from his moth and blazing with lust eyes opened. He locked gazed with Daemon than stood up and moved away from the other vampire.

Daemon slowly released his hold on Velin and then stood. He stepped away from the unconscious form and stood proudly showing his body to Soalr who unlike Velin preferred a different way of burning his energy and highly enjoyed looking at Daemon's perfect body. The braided vampire circled him, his eyes greedily taking in the youthful muscled body before him. It was a picture of beauty to the bloodsucking ravenclaw to see Daemon like that – half naked with the numerous bleeding cuts and with Velin's blood on his lips and running down his chin, contrasting deliciously with his pale skin.

Deciding Soalr had had his fun Damien smirked and beckoned him to come closed with his clawed finger and unsurprisingly the other immediately complied. Once he had him within arm reach he grabbed him by the gray braid and secured half of its length wrapped around his wrist. With a single movement he had Soalr against a pillar and naked with a single slash of his claws, the clothes sliding ripped to the ground. Turning him face first against the stone Daemon pressed himself behind him.

"What do you want Soalr?" he murmured and tugged on the braid exposing the other's neck then slowly licking along the vein there. "Do you want me to…"

Draco was sure that if his harsh breathing didn't give his presence out to the vampires than the thumping of his heart that seemed to race faster than he could ever remember it to have beat most definitely would.

His breathing hitched when Damien ripped the other boy's clothes away and threw him against the pillar. He didn't know what it was that Blake murmured against the boy's neck but whatever it was it was enough to make him whimper and not in pain of fright too.

"Please," he moved closer to the too so he could hear what was being said, safety be damned "please Master…"

Master? Draco's mind struggled to process this new information but it seemed that he was unable to do anything else than watch fascinated as Damien roughly tugged him the boy's braid.

"Do not beg!" it was a command and the boy obeyed immediately but still whimpered when Damien ran a finer down the side of his body, leaving a bloody trail behind as his clawed fingers cut into the flesh.

"Spread." Again the command was completed as soon as it left the raven-haired vampire's lips and the boy against the pillar spread his legs and fixed his hands against the stone, the claws biting into it.

Draco had to lean against the wall as Damien entered the boy in one stroke provoking a guttural scream of pleasure from him. The blonde's heartbeat turned harsher if possible at his new classmate proceeded to fuck the boy hard enough that the clawed hands digging in the stone of the pillar began bleeding where the claw entered the flesh from the effort of holding on. He knew that without any preparation or lubrication the act must hurt for both of them but from the sound of it they were enjoying every minute of it, very much.

He was sure that he'll have a heart attack when he heard what the gray-haired boy managed to breathe next.

"Daemon…harder…more…"

The blonde did not believe it possible for anyone- even a vampire – to go harder than that but apparently Damien understood what was being said in a different way. Thrusting in he harshly yanked the braid down making the boy attached arch back against him in an impossible angle and bit into the generously offered flesh.

Draco closed his eyes in vain hope that it would let him get some of the control over his body back and stumbled a few steps in the direction of the door but only made it to the nearest pillar. He was still afraid the vampires would find him but he couldn't help it – he had never been more aroused in his life! What he didn't know was that said vampires had been aware of his presence from the beginning and that both Daemon and Soalr could smell the lust and need of the blond, making their own heighten.

Hearing a low cry come from the direction of the two he opened his eyes and saw Soalr coming against the stone of the pillar and Damien releasing his hold on him, letting him slide to the floor in a heap. His silver eyes traced the naked boy as he fell, seemingly unconscious with a fresh still bleeding bite on one side of his neck while his mind was far away idly wondering what it would feel like to be in the boy's place.

Suddenly strong arms were around him and his Invisibility cloak was being pulled off.

His heart froze when he felt himself being pulled back against a firm chest and a chill breath ghosting over his neck, making him draw a shuddering surprised breath.

"What have we here? It seems I've caught myself a Malfoy."

A/N: A big thank you to all reviewers! Even if this is a second posting seeing that you like the story means very much to me! And just a quick note to:

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