A Mesh of Genres3
I think I really do enjoy writing this story and I hope that others like this story. It also helps me improve my typing. In each chapter a different character will be the main one. This chapter it's Draco. Yep, he gets his own chapter all to himself. Maybe. I want to thank:
lonely fish in da fish bowl: I'm glad you like the story and I will watch the you're and yours thanks.
Stef: I'm glad you enjoyed the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters that you may recognize. The plot is mine though, but I'm not making any money. Please don't sue.
Warning: Contains violence and blood spills.
Genre 3: SupernaturalSupernatural: Of, pertaining to, or being above or beyond what is natural or explainable by natural law.
"Stupid Potter, what makes him think he can do that to a Malfoy and get away it?" Draco muttered.
"Draco son are you muttering to your self? You know that Malfoys' don't mutter about some one you dislike, we get even. Do you hear me Draco?"
"Yes father, I hear you loud and clear and understand you perfectly."
"Good now eat your dinner and no more muttering," said his father.
"Draco, how was fall term at school this year? What have you done this term? Is that horrible mudblood still at the top of the class? What about that Potter? Have you become his friend?" asked his mother.
"Well mother," he started picking at his food uninterested, "Potter had turned down my offer of friendship in first year. Yes, Granger is still at the head of the class for our year except that I heard that Potter beat her out in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Also, Potter has some how managed to disappear this term. No one has seen him since early October. They had an investigation but no one has been able to locate him. Personally I don't care."
"Now Draco you shouldn't say things like that."
"But what does it matter? They only care about him because they think he is the only one who can destroy the dark lord, right father?"
Draco looked at his father but saw that his expression didn't change what so ever. As a matter of fact his father didn't even seem to be paying attention to the conversation at all.
"Well father, do you think he can do it," Draco asked trying once again to gain his father's attention.
"Of course not Draco, the dark lord himself believes he can but I know that it was a mere fluke."
"But how do you know? And what was a mere fluke?" Draco began to gain interest. Learning that Potter may not be able to do it was just another thing to be happy about.
"That son is something that you will just have to wait to find out about. When you join the death eaters you will learn our secrets and that's just another one."
"Why can't you just tell me now," whined Draco.
"What have I said about whining," said Lucius his tone changing, showing that he was paying attention to his son once more.
"Malfoys' don't whine or complain unless it will insult some one and so on. I know exactly how as a Malfoy, a pure blood family, are supposed to act and not to act. I don't need to be reminded any more than you do."
"Since you know then you shouldn't have any problem acting and being a true Malfoy. Do you understand me Draco?"
"Yes I understand you." Looking to his mother he asked if he could be excused and promptly left the table leaving his father staring after him.
"I hate that man. Why does he have to act like a pompous servant to that tosser anyway? I actually wish that Potter would defeat him; it would make my life a whole lot better."
After storming away from the dinner table Draco headed out to the lush green woods that surrounded the estate. He often went there to escape his overbearing father and nosy mother. Truth be told he didn't like either one of them but they were all he had. Even Pansy was a nuisance. Her and her pug-like face; he only dealt with her because his family had made them play together when they were little. Even then he knew he didn't like her.
Walking deeper into the forest he slowly let his thoughts wonder from here to there. He long ago stopped paying attention to where he had been going, but he knew that he if he got lost he could always use magic to get home. This spell to detect underage magic had been placed by a Malfoy. He was exempt from it all. Just another perk, wouldn't you say?
Coming into a clearing Draco strolled into the moonlight. The sun was just beginning to set when he left and now the full moon had completely risen.
"Maybe I should head home before they start to…" he paused, "They wouldn't, they don't care neither one of them, never have, never will." He kept walking away from the way he came.
Some time later he entered another clearing. It looked almost exactly like the last one. The only difference was the black tree hanging over Draco ominously. It looked as if it were about to fall right on top of his head but there was something else peculiar about it.
Taking a close look he saw that a door was at the base of the tree. Moving closer he saw that the tree was naturally that color and that the door looked polished.
"What the…" the door opened as soon as he opened his mouth.
To go in or not to go in? That is the question. But seriously, where does this lead? I can't go wandering off and then not be able to get back. Then they actually would get worried, Can't have that now, can we? What the heck, they should have to worry for once maybe then they'll realize what's wrong with me.
Walking up to opening he peered inside carefully. Seeing nothing he began to step in when a pair of icy cold hands grabbed him by his throat. Suddenly he felt a sharp pair of teeth sink into his pale neck.
"Draco… wake up Draco…" the voice said fading in and out.
"Hmm…" he mumbled. "Who's there? Do you know who I am? I'm… I'm… a…"
"Yes, yes I know who you are," said the voice silkily. "You are Draco Malfoy, only child of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy or are you? You know you might not have been an only child if a certain some one hadn't been disowned for something out of her control."
"Who are you?"
"Why little brother, don't you see the family resemblance? I see it quite clearly, look closely."
Draco tried to look closer to the pale face in front of him, but his vision was very fuzzy. He could barely hear her let alone see her in the near dark room.
"I can't see you. It's too dark," he whispered.
"Too dark huh?" she said in a sickly sweet voice, "Here let's turn up the lights." Blinding white light filled the small dismal room as she snatched the cord of the lamp. The light was swinging from the ceiling causing the light to flash around the room.
"Do you recognize me now? We do look alike don't we dear brother?"
"Who are you?" Draco was squinting in the moving light. It would hit him in the face every time he tried to catch a glimpse of the woman. He felt tired and drained of most of his energy.
"Where am I? Why am I here?" he whispered softly. He almost couldn't move his heavy limbs.
"Ah, so quick to change the subject; you are acting just like him!" She spat in his face. The woman started to pace the floor of the room they occupied. The light had stopped swinging, letting the ray of moonlight concentrate on Draco's pale sweating face.
"You are here little brother because I want you to join me, where you are I will not tell you. I can't have you running away from me now can I?" She gave a small maniacal laugh and walked closer to him.
He could see her more clearly now. The moonlight combined with the hanging lamp illuminated her soft pale neck and face. Her eyes were a vibrant gray rimed with green. Her pupils were so black and small it looked like a small hole was cut in the center of her eyes. Her long pale hair fell over her shoulders, just slightly blowing in a nonexistent breeze. She wore black, all black from head to toe. Looking back up to her head he saw a pair of large alabaster fangs peeking from beneath her top lip.
"You're… you're a…" he tried to stammer out. He suddenly became silent as she walked right up to his ear and whispered, "Yes, I'm a vampire little Drake, do you remember me now? I look a lot like mom now don't I? Well I would if she hadn't changed her eye color. But that's not the point." She continued to whisper in his ear.
"The point is that I missed you and I want you to be with me. You are old enough now, right?" She asked conjuring a chair and placing herself right in front of Draco.
"But who are you? I don't remember anything you're talking about."
"My name is Daniela Malfoy, first born of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. You my dear brother was born eleven years after me. I had just started attending Hogwarts when you came into this world. Mummy and daddy were so happy when you came. They finale had the son they always wanted. They then began to ignore me at once but you were such a beautiful baby. You platinum hair made you look like a little angel. I just wanted to cuddle you all day." Tears had begun to well up in Daniela's eyes.
"I loved you so much. When I was home for the summer we would play together all day no matter how big or fussy you were. I was the only one you'd let hug you. Even when that stupid Pansy girl came to play you pushed her away. I knew her brother Patrick, he was a prick. I hated him; even now I hate him for what he has done to me, living and part of the undead. But enough about him, he is no longer a worry of mine. He is dead and will stay dead this time."
What do you mean by 'this time'?" Draco asked quietly.
"He's the one that made me what I am now. A monster, a demon, banished from the light the blessed sun graces you mortals with regularly. I thought I loved him. He told me he did; he even told me we would be together forever. That was before he was bitten.
"It was our final year in Hogwarts and you would be starting in the next five years. The summer was fast approaching and our NEWTS had just finished when he disappeared. He told me to meet him at the top of the astronomy tower at midnight, but he never showed up. It was the last day of the term, the next morning we would be leaving for good. They had done a search but some said that he fell into that damned vanishing cabinet. After that they just said wait till he showed up again. No one really cared. Most thought one of those bloody Weasleys had pushed him because he had done something to them, but who knows. A few days later he suddenly reappeared. I tried to ask him once but, he wouldn't tell me.
"It was that night, the last night he came and took me. He just appeared at the spot he told me to meet him. He told me we would be married and run away from out parents. But something was wrong. I could sense it. He had a strange vibration coming off of him. By the time I opened my mouth he had clamped his teeth around my neck and drank me. When I had awakened just like you I was dizzy and clueless. He told to that I was almost dead and that I must drink or I would perish forever and no one would ever know. So I drank. I couldn't leave you; you were the only person besides Patrick that I knew loved me. That was ten years ago."
"But I don't remember any of this and why are you telling me this?" Draco asked puzzled.
"When I came home I told father what happened," Daniela said in a cold voice. "I told him I wanted you that I would be back for you when you came of age. He told me to leave his house and never return. From here on out I was no longer a Malfoy, I was striped of everything. I even told him what Patrick had done to me and still he kicked me out. He also told me he would erase all your memories of me to make sure that I could never have you. You were still so little then. You heard my voice and came running but he did it right then, right there in front of my very eyes and told me to leave. I left the house but I didn't leave the estate for some time. I watched you turn into a cold person, a Malfoy. After that I left with Patrick. He had told me many a time to just forget about you but I wouldn't.
"He lived a short time, Patrick…." She said her voice trailing off.
"He erased my memories and you plan to bring them back and make me a vampire? I'm not even old enough. I have one more year till I'm seventeen," Draco said.
"Your birthday was yesterday. That's why I lured you out here and yes I do plan to make you a vampire. You didn't think you just happened to come to me for no good reason. But first I want to restore those memories." She pulled out her old wand. She hadn't used it since she left Malfoy Manor with Patrick. She had kept it but never used it. "Hold still, this may hurt a little."
She held her wand to Draco's temple, he didn't move. He didn't have the strength to move. She began muttering under her breath, her piercing gaze locked into Dracos'. A searing pain racked through his head. Images began to swirl around his mind; memories from being a baby, seeing a man, woman, and a child with hair the same color as his with the same eyes. He saw the two cuddling in his baby room, he saw himself running to the girl and hearing his father telling her to leave. He saw the man erase his mind.
"Daniela, sis," he moaned. "I missed you."
"I know Drake now hold still, this won't take long." She had pulled Draco into her lap and lifted his neck to her mouth. Sinking her teeth into his neck again the pulling sensation started once more. Before she could drink enough to leave him near death a blow struck her had causing her to fall over dropping the near unconscious Draco on the floor.
"What have done?" Lucius Malfoy bellowed at the immortal girl.
"I've come to do what I said I would. How did you find me?" Daniela said.
"I knew you would try something, besides you and Draco always used to play here. In fact I built it for you both. You stupid girl! You shouldn't have come back." With that he drew his wand from the inside of his cloak and advanced to Daniela. Draco meanwhile was trying to register what was happening. It was all moving too fast.
Lucius had then pulled Daniela up by her hair and was dangling her above the ground. She grabbed at him but only pulled a bottle out of his pocket. Raising his wand he shouted "Avada Kedavra". As the spell passed over her he flung her to the wall, where she lay crumpled up in a heap.
"Draco, stand up and let us leave." Lucius said in a commanding tone.
"Father, why? Why did you do this? It wasn't her fault. She didn't-"
"SHUT UP AND LETS GO!" He bellowed once more. "I will not answer your questions nor will we discuss this with your mother. She shall know nothing of this. As far as she knows Daniela died that night she was changed. That's the end of the story. Do you hear me?" He said in a low hiss.
"Now, let's go." Lucius walked over and pried open the hand that held the bottle containing the blood replenishing potion he had brought with him if needed. The bottle seemed a bit heavier as he passed the bottle to his son and forced him to drink.
"Hahahahahahahha," Maniacal laughter had come from the side of the room where Daniela had lain. The body was gone now.
"Thought you could get rid of me that easily father? I don't think so. Try again," came her voice. Turning around Lucius and Draco came faced to face with Daniela. She was standing before them as if nothing had happened.
"You should have known better. Technically I'm already dead; I tried the same thing with Patrick. I learned from my mistake, you should too." She pounced on him, fangs out. He threw her off with some difficulty, meaning his strengthening potion must be wearing off. Jumping up quickly he cast the cutting spell severing her head from her shoulders.
Draco, who had been watching the scene, ran over to his sister. Cradling her head the blood spurted covering his clothes completely. "Draco, I'm sorry. All I wanted was you but now I can't have you. Live on dear brother. Did you drink the potion?" Daniela's head gasped.
"Daniela how can I save you? I did drink it." Draco began to feel tears rise in his eyes.
"You drank it? Good. I love you. See you later Drake…. I… love.., y…" The severed head had ceased to move. Watching from where the body still lay, Lucius strolled over a yanked the head away from Draco, lit it on fire and threw it into the cold empty hearth.
Covered in blood Draco stood up and watched the head burn to a crisp and its ashes float out of the chimney.
"Let's go Draco." His father said quietly. Following behind his father silently another pain shout through his entire body. Catching onto the table near the exit he kept from falling over.
"Draco, are you okay?" his father turned around and asked with true compassion for the first time.
"Yeah, yes" he said huskily. "I'm fine, don't stop. Let's get out of here." Still doubled over the pain intensified; he felt his teeth grow longer into fangs then revert back to normal. His skin paled even further, but warmth began to spread over him. Heat radiated from his body but he was suddenly hungry, very hungry. Looking up to his father, who was still watching him he began to watch his neck. Shifting his gaze away he stood up and walked away from Malfoy Sr., heading towards the door.
"Are you coming?" he called over his shoulder, not looking back. His father soon caught up looking at Draco strangely. Once he looked away Draco gave his father a big grin. Fangs and all.
A/N: I know that Malfoy doesn't have any other siblings, (I found it not to long ago) but since she's dead it wouldn't really count. I hope you liked this chapter. Read &Review!