The blank television screen buzzed and crackled back up at me from my spot on the couch. Out of 100 channels only 3 chose to come in. I found myself just staring at the screen like always, zoning out from what was on the screen. Just trying to pass the time. I tuned off the television and lay out fully on my couch, staring up at the ceiling. I smirked to myself upon seeing the hole I had made when I had figured out what I had become. Zabini probably thought I was a nut case. Why he decided to get an apartment with me at the beginning of the summer, I had no idea why.

I sighed, waiting for my senses to dim. I was still not used to the "high" sensation I would sometimes get from feeding. If I could get high from just drinking some of a human's blood, I feared what would happen to me if I drank the last drop. I shivered at the thought. I will admit, I am afraid, afraid that in revealing myself I will be looked at as a monster. A blood sucking, thoughtless killing monster. I grimaced with the thought. No matter how human I felt, I was different. So what if my heart still pumped blood through my body, so what if I could walk into the sunlight. It didn't even matter that I could go for a month with out feeding.

I fumbled with the remote in my hands trying to calm my nerves. Suddenly I heard the soft footfalls of Blaise as he came up the walk. I could hear him as he trudged towards my door and stopped. No matter how quiet he was, I would always hear him. Oddly enough he had no heartbeat. It registered to me just last week what my friend had become. He stood outside the door, and the floor boards creaked quietly. I laughed to myself as I pictured him walking to the door about to rap on it, then turning away, but yet stopping again to face the door once more. "Zabini," I drawled, "Do come in. I don't bite." I smirked to myself at my reply. Well, I wouldn't bite Zabini at least; he had no blood to spare me, except from those that he fed from. Second drunk blood probably didn't even taste good. I would be too grossed out to even try it.

Blaise entered, smoothly and gracefully. He clearly didn't loose his Slytherin ways. His face was composed with a grin, and once again my friend surprised me. He always was good hiding his emotions. Zabini was my perfect opposite, where I was light, he was dark. Standing about 6'3'', he was imposing, to most at least. He gave me a curt nod to which I responded to. "Draco, I came here to tell you what I am." I sighed, knowing that he was about to tell me I was a vampire. "Yes Zabini?" I mocked him with a brow slightly raised. Zabini flashed me a glare, he clearly though I would be afraid, or concerned. "Draco, I'm a vampire." He smirked in delight.

I put a fake look of surprise on my face. I slowly stood retreating to the door. Hah, this was like in movie, where the victim runs away. This was good practice to my acting skills, even though Pothead had given me plenty of chances with the teachers. Blaise gave me a pleased smile, he clearly thought he was in control; not really. "Don't worry Draco, I won't bite." What a comeback, using my own words. He continued on, "I swear I won't. One, you're my friend, and I could never do that. Two because hah your father." Go figure, I swear it was all about my father.

I nodded my head nervously, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. I could sense as his amusement grew. I stuttered my words to give more to my fearful act, "You… ah going to… ummm…tell Dumbledore?" Zabini laughed cruelly, "Hell no, but that son of a bitch probably will figure it out when he sees me, so I'll tell him then. I muttered quietly, "You … don't kill… anyone do you?" Zabini smirked, and I knew his answer already. "Well, I won't kill anyone, at least not when I'm at Hogwarts." He said casually. He acted like it meant nothing to kill a person; he acted like he was just talking about the weather. I felt my anger rise. The bastard, killed just for the pleasure of it. I could feel my jaw tightening uncomfortably. Ok, I didn't think much of death until I became what I was. I finally realized the truth, the real truth. Not the lies that came from my father's bloody mouth. Everyone deserved a chance in life, didn't matter if you were half blood, pure blood, or of muggle blood. Heck, I didn't even know what I'd be in THAT caste system. Even though I was pure vampirian, I might be qualified as the dirt on someone's shoe. Not even considered human.

I sighed heavily trying to calm down my anger. "Well, I guess that's ok." My voice lost all emotion; I was trying so hard not to lose it on him. I walked to the door, and opened it. Before exiting, I turned back to Blaise. "Be careful." I said coolly. Replaced with what had once been fear, was a voice that spoke of anger. I slammed the door behind me, using a powerful amount of strength considered for a human. I smirked to myself, I truly hoped Zabini would see that as the threat that it was. Or else he might have to pay with more than what he bargained for; his life.