AN: Wah! This is so sad! I'm updating once a year…. XD My apologies to all my reviewers and readers and thank you for still reading this.

I can't promise future updates on time, but I'm not giving up on this story. Hopefully since its summer, I'll be able to work more on it, but I do have SAT prep and a lot of other activities.

Thank you and Enjoy: D

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Dark Fantasies

Tom was pacing around his chambers, mind deep in thought. Something was going on, something he didn't know about. That irked him. He was heir to the throne of vampyres, of evil itself. He had the right to know everything taking place within his domains and beyond.

One thing was clear, it was centered around his step-brother. Tom hated Draco with a passion. It was always obvious that even though he was the heir to the throne, it was Draco Lucius loved more. It was Draco the vampyre people wanted.

Tom glared out the window. He needed a walk, all this anger was going to give him a stroke one day.

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Hermonie stopped to sniff a particularly large lilly. You wouldn't think cold hearted, evil killers enjoyed gardening, but there you go. After breakfast, Hermonie had managed to convince Draco to take her down to see the flowers.

"No," he had said at first.

"Please? Please please please?" She begged, yanking his hair gently.

Hermonie could tell she was starting to grate his nerves.

Draco's temple throbbed.

"No human girl! It's not safe for you out side."

This had grabbed her attention. "What do you mean not safe?"

Draco sighed and shook his head. How could he explain to this human the dangers of the vampyre world? She didn't know about his brother Tom and his wily ways, and Draco found he'd rather she remain ignorant in the area concerning his family.

"Never mind that. If you so desperately want to go outside, I'll take you down myself," he said at last.

And now here they were. Hermonie was happily strolling down the walk with Draco a few steps behind her when a question popped into her head.

"Hey Draco, are you really a vampyre?"

His mane of silver blond hair whipped up as he stared at the human girl in surprise. What was wrong with her? Did he give her the spiked jelly instead of the regular jelly on accident this morning?

"Of course I'm a vampyre you dolt," said Draco.

"But I thought vampyres couldn't handle sunlight. Harry told me that every time he had fought against vampyres, it was during the night."

Draco shook his head. Yes, most humans liked to think that. It gave them some sense of security to believe that their worst nightmares only attacked at night and that they were safe from them during the day, but the myth was pure cow poop.

"Only lower class vampyres can't handle the light," he informed the wide eyed girl, pleased at being able to enrich her miserable human life.

"The middle class vampyres prefer the dark, but won't die in the sun. They may sunburn badly though," he said thoughtfully. He'd have to find himself a middle class minion and try it out.

"Then we have to get you back immediately," cried Hermonie anxiously, startling Draco from his images of red rashes and peeling skin.

"I thought you wanted to see the garden human," said Draco. An ever plaguing question popped into his mind as he wondered what was it women truly wanted.

Hermonie shook her head sending her mass of curly brown hair flying wildly around her. "Not if you're going to get burned I don't. Even if you'd turn a funny shade of red and peel like a flaky lobster."

The sincerity in her voice struck another chord in Draco's supposedly non existent heart. That seemed to happen a lot around her. Before you knew it, she'd have his heart playing a jig. It had been awhile since someone had thought of his needs first. In the world of vampyres it was truly survival of the fittest. Tom was a fine example of that, Draco thought of his step brother with distaste.

"I'm not a middle class vampyre idiot girl. I'm the highest possible class of vampyres. There're only a handful of us apart from the royal family. The sun can't hurt me any more than it can you. It annoys me, but nothing more," he said, indulging her with one of his rare smiles that were becoming more frequent.

Ignoring the comment on her intelligence state, Hermonie couldn't help but clap her hands with glee.

"That's wonderful Draco! That means we can go to the park and on picnics and even go swimming!" Hermonie began listing off all the fun activities she liked to do with her brothers, when they were home of course.

The vampyre nearly tripped on the evenly paved pathway. Picnics? Swimming? Was there even a park in the entire kingdom? He was about to point this out when Hermonie suddenly perked up.

"I smell roses Draco! They're my favorite flower!"

And with that, she ran ahead on the path, leaving her fearsome captor staring after her. Before he could stop himself, another smile came over Draco. That also seemed to be happening more around her. He'd have to watch himself or she'd have him laughing next and that couldn't happen. Just imagine the bruising it would give his ego.

With that resolution firmly planted in his mind, he continued down the path.

Hermonie followed the enticing scent of the flowers until she reached a small, snow white pavilion standing by the side of the path. Rosebushes were planted around the pristine structure. The blooms were at the least the span of her palm. Hermonie eyes opened in wonder.

Never before had she seen roses of so many colors. There were the softest pink flowers and the red so dark it was nearly black roses, and then there was every shade in between. Then there were white, yellow, lavender, and even a few with tints of blue.

Sighing with bliss, she settled onto one of the seats in the pavilion and waited for Draco.

Tom had been walking on the path for a little bit when he sensed a presence coming towards him at a fast pace. Quickly, he hid himself behind a thick trunk and waited to see who it was.

He didn't have long to wait. Before long, a figure sprinted past his hiding spot, their bundle of curly brown hair streaming out behind them. What shocked him the most was that it was a human, and even more surprising, a human girl. How did a human manage to get so deep into the vampyre realm without getting eaten?

Something strange was going on, but Tom's nose twitched. The girl was nearly reeking of fresh sweet blood. It had been a long while before he had sampled any blood so unmarred by corruption. Stepping out from behind the tree, he quickly followed the girl.

Hermonie closed her eyes and lazily leaned against the wooden railing, relaxing in the heat of the day. She wished Harry and Ron could come here and see this beautiful place. Perhaps she could convince the vampyres to let her take some stems back home and plant them.

Thinking about her brothers brought a pain in her chest. They must be out of their minds with worry for her now. If there was only some way to send them a message letting them know she was safe and well fed…

"How dare you soil the pure air of the royal family of vampyres? Insolent human."

Hermonie's eyes shot open as she jerked up from her seat, only to come face to face with a stranger.

Her brain was sending her warning signals. Something about this person bothered her, apart from the fact he was a stranger and that Harry had always warned her against hanging around strangers.

The man standing in front of her was a head taller than her, about the same height as Draco. But other than the height and gender, he was nothing like her flufferly vampyre buddy. His thick, brown hair curled slightly, his eyes were blood red, the same color that spilled from a fresh wound, and most frightening of all, he was smiling at her.

It was a cruel, evil grin that sent tremors running through her spine. Two unnaturally pointy canine teeth were exposed, sharp enough to pierce even flesh.

Flesh? Crap.

Hermonie mentally ran herself through with a spiked and barbed spear. Oh why didn't she listen to Draco? He was right about it being unsafe. Here she was, not even an inch away from a bloodthirsty vampyre who looked as if he would like to drain her like a cup of juice on a hot day.

He was so close that if Hermonie had stuck out her tongue, she could have licked the tip of his nose. Unfortunately for her, she discovered this piece of news the hard way, as her slightly purple tongue shot out of her mouth to taunt the vampyre.

The vampyre was frozen in shock. Hermonie couldn't help scoffing at him in her mind. Moron… He was acting like no one had ever stuck their tongue out at him before. What a drama queen.

Tom stared wide eyed at the human in shock. No one, human, animal, vampyre, had ever had the nerve to do such a suicidal, impertinent act before. And here she was, a whelp of a female, taking such liberties. Did she not realize that he was going to kill her?

Hermonie realized that this was her only chance to escape, while he was lost in shock. Ducking, she ran past him and quickly made to exit the small pavilion.

It was a pity that the vampyre had much quicker reflexes than she did, or she would have gotten away. As it was, she was pinned to the wall by razor sharp nails, staring into the glowing, coal red eyes of what seemed to be her death.

Cornered as she was, there weren't many options open to her at the moment, but one did appear to her like a good idea, so scrunching up her eyes, Hermonie screamed.

A few yards away, Draco was deep in thought when the sound pierced through his brain, an arrow of sound.

The voice! That was his human girl! Her high pitched scream sliced through the air like a hot knife through butter.

A string of curse words zoomed through Draco's mind as he broke into a sprint towards the source of the sound. He knew it had been a bad idea to let her out, especially when morning was his so called brother's favorite time to hunt.

Tom couldn't help but wince as the human before her screamed. That was the thing about human women. Their vocal chords reached much higher on the scale than vampyrian women. He didn't want to listen to that ear drum murdering sound anymore.

Bending down, he brought his canine teeth, slick with saliva close to her neck.

At that moment, a bright, happy little revelation came to Hermonie. Was she, or was she not, a princess of royal blood? She was.

Was she, or was she not entitled to a better death than the depraved belly of some senile, crazed vampyre who didn't even understand the concept of brushing his teeth? She did.

Was she, or was she not, going to take this insulting death without putting up a fight? She wasn't.

Therefore, the wonderful, almost prodigious like circle of thoughts finally settled on one focal point. She wasn't going down without a good fight, or at least a kick or two.

In a suddenness of movement that could only be described as spasmodic, Hermonie pulled back her leg as far as it was go and shot it forward, to make contact with a very vulnerable area.

Literally howling, Tom pulled back. How dare she! She had just kicked him in his most private of regions. He was going to kill the girl, and he was going to enjoy it immensely.

Hermonie had been frozen in surprise at the vampyre's reaction. He cried like a whinny baby who had been denied his favorite candy! Why, he was nothing but a wimp.

But then, the vampyre had turned his furious blood stained eyes to her and Hermonie shot herself over and over for forgetting to run when she had attacked him. Getting away a third time was not going to be easy.

True he was a sulky, whinny vampyre, but he was a strong sulky, whinny vampyre, who could easy crush her at will with his unhuman strength.

There was no more time for her thoughts to continue, because at that moment, he lunged for her, sharpened claws directed at her exposed neck, murder oozing from his eyes.

Screaming again, Hermonie clenched her eyes shut as she waited for the searing pain along her throat.

When there was no flash of blood, she tentatively raised her eyelids and was greeted by the very welcome sight of silver blond hair that she recognized as Draco's. He was standing erect in front of her, his great, leathery black wings spread wide, and if Hermonie hadn't known he was a vampyre, she would have believed him to be acting out of his protective urges.

Draco was furious. He had reached the pavilion just in time to catch the monstrous member of his family about to drink from HIS human girl! He was just about to pounce on Tom and give his brother a good lashing, but his mortal girl beat him to the punch, successfully kneeing his brother where the sun didn't shine.

Draco had stored Tom's painful and very off guard expression in a corner of his mind to pull out and look at on rainy days when he was particularly bored. The grey eyed vampyre had decided to watch to see how this situation would play itself out.

Unfortunately, his idiot human girl didn't know when to run, even to save her life. She was stuck in some sort of trance, staring at Tom's crouched body.

That trance had been snapped as Tom leapt up from his low position to jump at her.

Draco decided at that moment that enough was enough. His human girl thoroughly giving Tom what he deserved was a refreshing change from the normal servantile behavior other vampyres treated his brother, but he couldn't let her get mangled for it.

His blatant desire to protect his girl from harm sent hot blood rushing to fill his mind as he bared his fangs involuntarily in rage. It caused wild anger to course through his body at the idea of his brother coming within breathing range of his human pet.

Tom checked himself and took a half step back. He may have been heir to the vampyrian throne, but it was no secret that Draco was a fierce fighter who could no doubt best him in the best of circumstances.

"Draco, what brings you here?" He asked politely, a strong wave of tense hostility underlying his voice.

"I would ask you the same question, Tom," Draco replied just as evenly.

Tom;s muscles twitched at his step brother's words. He didn't miss the emphasis on his name, unadorned by his title.

"I was just taking a morning stroll, when I found this delectable girl wandering in the private family garden," replied Tom. "Which brings to mind, why are you here? Understand this garden is reserved for the immediate royal family."

Draco knew a snub when he heard it. Tom's favorite insults centered around Draco's fallen status and rubbed the wound with salt whenever he could.

But Draco's wound had long scabbed over, making him impenetrable to Tom's scathing insults. What rubbed him the wrong way now was the look of desire in Tom's eyes. Desire for a certain curly, brown haired, big eyed human that Draco was not up to sharing.

"I'm sure Father would agree with you Tom," replied Draco calmly, reining in his anger. "We should take the matter up with him shouldn't we?"

Tom paled slightly. It was no secret Lucius favored his first son more than Tom, and didn't take kindly to any degrading words directed at him. The last vampyre who had made any suggestion questioning Draco's legitimacy had suffered a long and painful death, and for a vampyre, long equated to a hundred years.

Without deigning to reply, Tom turned around and hurried away.

Draco stood still after his brother's departure. He would end up murdering Tom one day, he just knew it.

At that moment, small, but warm arms circled around him and hugged him tightly. The shock nearly caused him to fall over in surprise.

"Don't be so scary please," came the soft, pleading whisper behind him.

A rush of warmth washed over Draco. His wings dissipated and his fangs shrank back to what was normal length for a vampyre. The human girl was safe.

Turning to face her, he marveled at how her soft her eyes were. A few wisps of stray curls floated around her gentle features as he reached out to gently stroke her soft skin.

Then, as if suddenly realizing the thoughts and feelings going through his head, Draco yanked back as if he had been burned by a hot poker. What was wrong with him? What was this girl doing to him? She hadn't been with him for more than a day, and she already had him going to putty every time he looked at her.

"I told you the garden wasn't safe, idiot girl," he said brusquely brushing off the useless tenderness. Tenderness did not bring dinner to the table.

"Hey! I have a name! And I'm not and idiot!" yelled Hermonie in righteous indignation.

Draco turned and exited the pavilion and headed for his room.

"Until you start acting like something else, you will remain an idiot," he said, throwing an evil smirk over his shoulder at her.

"You are a bloated cow," said Hermonie, little spitfire that she was as she followed him, bickering cheerfully the entire way.

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Back in the safety of his room, Tom sank into on of his chairs in heavy contemplation. The source of Draco's recent positive change in behavior was apparent now.

It was that human girl.

Before he had left, Tom had turned back, only to catch a glimpse of his step brother gazing in absolutely sickening adoration at her, one hand extended as if to pet her.

She, that mere mortal girl who would have been his breakfast, was the cause of Draco's new found happiness and love.

But Tom had made it one of his goals to keep the brother that their father loved so much in eternal misery. And if that meant he had to remove a certain pet of Draco's then so be it.

It wasn't such a terrible thought. The girl was not an unattractive one, and aside from drinking her, Tom could think of other…tortures he could inflict on her that would cause Draco just as much pain.

A sadistic grin crept onto his face.

"What fun we'll have, eh Draco?" he whispered to the dark of his room.

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AN: XD Okay…that was extremely long…. XD runs off for bandages for her fingers So anyway, I left off the last chapter with a touching scene between our two favorite characters, so this time, I wanted to end it with a more… um… grimy-ish type scene.

To those who still have me on their alert or watch list, thank you very much. XD You guys are the reason I updated again, because one day I logged on just to see how FF has changed, and I was surprised by all the people who still watched me.

Hope you enjoy this chapter, and I promise the next chapter of Pardon the Parody will be out by the end of the week. I'm almost done with that one as well.