A/N: Only two more to go people! Even though this story didn't have quite as many reviewers as I would've liked it had enough to keep me going. I hope no chapters are a disappointment. REVIEW:D Love to all.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Draco walked alone through the dark streets. It had been a couple of weeks since Voldemort's soldiers had been executed. They had been dismembered and it seemed that Elder was beginning to show the dark side of himself that Micah had unveiled for them to see.

He carried a bag with him and it was slightly heavy for there were six heads inside of it. He was to drop off the bag on the doorstep of their enemy's, which had been located not too long ago.

He was finding the stink hard to stomach as the wind was blowing it in front of him therefore he was walking nose first into it, but he walked on anxious to get back to Hogwarts where he could rest. The night's events had taken his edge and he couldn't concentrate very well on his surroundings or his mission. What was worse, he had to return to the Malfoy Manor in a little less than a month, for school was nearly over.

Time seemed to fly by, and the sad part was, it flew when you wanted things to stay just as they were. There was a lot of tension growing and it seemed more often than not, fights broke out between vampires that met in the streets when they were from rival covens.

This was why Draco stuck to the shadows and shielded his mind from any body who could invade his thoughts. He wasn't scared, no. He was just not in the mood to put up with any vampires who were feeling frisky.

He'd been thinking a lot and he'd realized something. There was not that much difference between Elder and Voldemort, wherever the tyrant wizard was, as Jesamya liked to call him. Elder had killed many in his journey towards power. The only one that had been able to keep him in check was Daduayus the Great and he was dead, because Draco had killed him. Draco groaned slightly, and smacked himself in the forehead with his free hand.

Elder's blood lust had grown and intensified since he and his brother had come face to face. He had killed several coven members for speaking out against his ways in the past month.

Draco and the others had been forced to watch Micah and his companions be torn limb from limb, right along with all the others that had gone after and before them. Somehow, Draco and his mini clan had become Elder's favorites. It was probably because they held the most power, even for their young age. Draco knew it was probably a good thing that Elder favored them over all others.

He was beginning to notice a pattern. Elder's people feared him. He had become an oppressor just as Voldemort was.

"We've joined the immortal Dark Lord…" Draco thought to himself. "Dear God I've turned out just like my father. The immortal Dark Lord's favorite!"

He sighed. Except the young woman he fancied wasn't blonde like his mother. That would've just been weird.

He looked up at the building and opened the inner gate. No vampires or mortals were wandering about so he placed the heads inside the gate, beside a tall leafy plant and left hurriedly.

When he got close to the get-away car he broke out in a run, and entered through the left side. There Harry, Ron, Crabbe, and Goyle waited.

"How'd it go mate?" Ron asked. Everyone looked at him in surprise. It had never seemed the slightest bit likely that Ron would ever consider Malfoy a friend.

"Nobody in sight," Draco replied. "Which is a bit weird seeing as vampires are about at this hour in the morning."

"Yes…very curious," Harry muttered, as he turned a corner. When he did, he reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. Everyone else did the same. Senses were running high and they wanted to be ready. Ready in case anything or anyone decided to jump out and startle them into crashing.

"What the fuck are we doing here tonight?" Draco asked suddenly. "We should be in school still human and still hating each other!"

With that comment Draco almost startled Harry into crashing.

"What's gotten in to you?" Ron asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

"God! The reason I never joined Voldemort is because I didn't fancy taking orders from anybody. If I'm not running things, I'm unhappy. I never wanted to be in a position where I have to lick someone's boots when they see a speck of dirt! When ordered to jump, I have to say how high! That's why I never joined that bloody git Riddle! And now I find myself in the same situation with fucking Alexander the Elder!" Draco bellowed the last sentence. "I just dropped off a bag of heads to the Dark Lord's soldiers for God's sake! I didn't want to do it! I had to! I didn't want to watch those six soldiers be brutally massacred by dismemberment! I had to!"

Everyone was silent.

"I'm the immortal Dark Lord's minion… and so are you Potter," he muttered. "And all three of you in the back. We're a tyrant's minions. Do you believe the irony? I thought that I could go in there and be able to run things. I thought I had control of the situation when I made Weasley and Granger. I felt like I had you all in the palm of my hand."

"Which you sort of do," Harry muttered. "We follow you wherever you go. It's your strong leadership qualities."

"Willingly, Potter," Draco said. "If you weren't curious enough to get to know me, you would've been gone. You three would've gone about your daily lives, with the occasional insult going my way. And you have those same qualities Potter. Don't tell me it's not true that people flock to you."

Harry thought it was strange. He had been thinking the same thing about Draco a couple of months back.

"Yes, but you have this appeal to you," Ron muttered.

"Appeal? Well I know that Weasley," Draco said, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Almost like Potter's natural magnetism. You know something funny? I used to envy you when we were younger, you know. You were the talk of the school and I couldn't stand being in your shadow. Especially after you turned down my invitation of friendship."

"Which, believe it or not, I took you up on in later years," Harry said.

"Yes you did, or else we wouldn't be here together right now," Draco said. "But because of the envy I had, I found a different way to become known. I became the most obnoxious prat that ever lived in Hogwarts. And people either loved me or they hated me. I think for the most part they hated me."

"Really? Because the girls love you in Gryffindor. Even Hermione had a bit of a crush on you back in fourth year when she saw you at the Yule Ball. It only lasted for a month until the next time you insulted her. And the boys all idolized you. You are known to the school as the Slytherin King. The Slytherin Sex God. Every guy wants to be you and every girl wants to be with you. It gets a bit trying really." Ron muttered.

"Except for the ones in this car," Harry added. "I don't want to be you. I'm too busy trying to be myself let alone a Slytherin Sex God as well."

All five of the guys laughed.

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They came to the Black Widow shortly after that to pick up the girls. They found them sitting at a table. Hermione had a younger man in her arms and her mouth was pressed to his neck. The air seemed smoky and the atmosphere wild.

The man Hermione was feeding on seemed to be in complete bliss. Hermione came up for air, licking her lips of any blood, her fangs visible. When she opened her eyes, her pupils were lined with blood and she looked high.

Jesamya was drinking a glass of water with ice in it. She took an ice cube out of the cup and rubbed it on her forehead. It was hot in the club and she was sweating black. When she saw them she smiled happily and stood up to come greet them. She then clattered over the table and knocked over some drinks.

"Damn!" she said scowling. She waved her wand and cleaned the mess away. Since they were too young to do magic, Draco had taught her an untraceable spell to make it so the ministry didn't know when you were breaking wizard law.

Hermione licked the bloody wounds on the man's neck and closed them. She then let him drop limply to the floor.

"Hi Draco," Jesamya said. "How did it go?"

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight. So tight that she couldn't breath.

"Can we not talk about it Mya?" he asked.

"Did something happen?" she whispered.

"No. Nothing happened. I just feel the conversation's for another time," he said sternly.

"Alright Draco," she said. He hadn't let her go yet so she nuzzled her head into his chest and hugged him back.

"Ronald!" came a high-pitched squeal. Hermione came into view and wrapped her arms loosely around him. "You look sexy tonight," she whispered naughtily.

"Was the man you fed off of high?" Ron asked, with his eyebrows raised.

Jesamya looked over at them.

"He'd just smoked something. It smelled pretty strong," she said looking at the state of Hermione.

At that Hermione planted a kiss on Ron's mouth. It was a big wet one. She then broke away and came up to Harry and did the same. She got to Draco, and she looked at him for a long moment. His eyes widened slightly when she leaned forward.

SMOOCH!

When she wandered off again he wiped his lips. Then they heard a startled muffled sound come out of Crabbe…

SMOOCH!

And last of all Goyle.

"I love you guys!" she said. And then she went on to do the girls.

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Draco lay next to Jesamya in her small four-poster bed. She smelled sweet to him, like a tropical fruit. He looked at her in the dark, and reached over putting his large hand on her petite elbow.

"Are you still awake?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. She could feel unhappiness emanating off of Draco and had been unable to sleep because of it. What was troubling him so, that he had to come to her in the night? What was making his mind so restless that it kept him miles away from sleep?

"I realized something tonight," he muttered, shifting so he was leaning on his elbow beneath her silky green sheets.

She rolled over and looked up at him, her dark hair falling over her shoulder. He moved it out of the way, to reveal her pale skin.

"What did you realize?" she asked.

"That I've been blind," Draco whispered. "I didn't even notice this when it was right in front of me…"

"Notice?" she asked expectantly. He looked into her face and sighed.

"We're working for an immortal Voldemort," Draco muttered. "A vampire version or your tyrant wizard."

Jesamya was silent.

"Elder kills to strike fear into us Jesamya!" Draco said. "His own blood line! His own offspring have died under his flame! He forces us to watch this, so that we know to keep our place! Tonight was the first time I've ever done anything I didn't want to against my will! Enemies or no, dismemberment was a cruel and unusual punishment."

Jesamya's breath had seemed to quicken at the mentioning of the recent executions.

"And the fact that he let their heads rot before he sent them back to the other side! You know that we can expect an attack from them! Six of their soldiers were missing for two months and have now been confirmed dead!" Draco went on.

"I know," Jesamya said shakily.

"Even without my father to pressure me, it still seems I've found my way into the wrong side! Elder's not even the better of two evils! I couldn't have done any better or worse if I entered Voldemort's ranks as a human! Do you see it? This is what Elder's twin spoke of that night we caught him! Were we wrong to turn them over to Alexander?" Draco fell quiet waiting for her response.

"Elder's all I've ever known, Draco," she said. She didn't want to admit that she was feeling very confused about everything that was going on. How should she feel? What should she do? "Alexander the Elder made me, when I was younger. Raven and I were orphans. Our parents had been murdered by a man who was never caught. Elder gave us the power to deliver justice ourselves."

"And did you ever find the man that murdered your parents?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Jesamya said. "And we delivered his fate. But this gift we were given was in understanding that we were to remain loyal to our creator for all of eternity, or he would set us in flame and end our existence."

"So you support everything he does then?" Draco asked. "Even if it's wrong?" He sat up beginning to get out of bed.

Jesamya reached out for his arm and grasped it, looking up at him with her eyes wide, which were not so brilliant in her sorrow, but cloudy and dim.

"I'm torn," she whispered. "I've never feared Elder before but lately there's a demon possessing him. I've never seen so much destruction come out of any coven leaders that I've served. Please, don't be angry. Know that I do not agree with any of this. But I fear there is no way out."

Draco sat back down understanding her feelings.

He had felt just as hopeless when he was tied to his father's will. He had never craved the power that came with being a Death Eater, because in truth the only power there was, was intimidation. He felt there was no escape from his "fate" and when he reached the age of sixteen he changed his course.

She put her head in his lap and he sighed, running his fingers through her sleek hair.

"There's a way…" he muttered. "It's only a matter of finding it."

Yes. He would need to talk to Potter, Granger and the others. He felt like such a good guy that it almost made him vomit. But he knew that neither Elder nor Voldemort could win this one. Each meant utter destruction for the world in which they lived.

A/N: All right. Here it is. I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Review, Review, Review! Two more chapters to go before the end of this story. But it's not goodbye, not really:D