Draco drove the most fantastic car I've ever seen. Well actually this car is gruesome on the outside, it's thick and chunky and made of rough squared angles, it was meant to me a sort of khaki colour but was covered in so much mud and dirt that it was barely distinguishable. I had to literally grab onto the passenger seat and hoist myself up it was that high of the ground. The only reason I wasn't totally appalled at having to drive in such a monstrosity was that I knew what it was, the true beauty of the machine. It was a Hummer. My dream car.

I put on my seatbelt and ran my hands along the leather interior with glee. Draco may have been my kidnapper and spawn of Satan but by God he had taste.

I'd asked why he didn't just do the popping thing that the other guys had been doing to get from a to b, he explained that he hadn't yet had a chance to sit his apparation test and also Reuben preferred him to arrive the muggle way, as most of the club cliental would. He then went on to talk about how he would have much preferred to floo to the club but yet again Reuben found it rude when Draco pranced out of his fire place without announcing his presence first. Then he said quite simply, "Also the car goes really fast." That had been the only reason I truly understood. As far as I gathered flooing was magical travel via fireplaces, pretty cool if you ask me. How come magical people have all the fun?

"So you're a… what do you call it?"

"Death eater, but it's more complicated that that,"

He'd also been explaining the ins and outs of the Dark Lords cult to me. It was all rather sordid and fascinating, quite like a good movie with clearly out lined goodies and baddies, but as far as I could gather Draco was a baddy. Although he argued that Potty was clearly the bad guy, but how can an arch villain be called 'Potty'? that's absurd. Potty would obviously be a minor player, possibly the crazy, upper-crust, British guy who makes fancy gadgets; explosive pens, poisoned toilet seats and guns fronting as hairdryers to name but a few. Also if we are to use that rule, how can 'Death Eaters' be good guys? I'm not buying it. The order of the filofax, now those guys could be good. Everyone loves useful office supplies. Especially me, I have a fetish for stationary stores, I love buying pens and new tip-ex and note books and… Ok that's a story for another day. But believe me, there's nothing as gratifying as a good pen.

"And that was your house?"

"My fathers. It's Malfoy manor, I inherit it when he dies,"

"And daddy's in jail?"

"It's a temporary arrangement, he should be out by Christmas,"

"And the Dark Lord is just hanging at yours?"

"Sometimes. It's one of the most well protected buildings in Britain, my ancestors have placed all sorts of spells on the foundations,"

"And you've always been magic?"

"Yes."

"Is there a possibility that I am?" So I was hopeful! I really wanted wand and a manor.

He turned to sneer at me, "No."

"I reckon I could be. Tell me a spell."

"No."

"I already know that Crucio one. I'll point at you and say it if you don't give me something less painful."

"Point away."

I pointed, "Crucio" Nothing. So all those years of watching Sabrina do it had been a waste of time. Maybe if I said a catchy little rhyme?

Draco snorted as he switched to third. We'd been travelling down a potholed dirt track, surrounded by hedges and trees with branches scratching at the hummer, now we were turning out onto the main road. The road was a vast empty expanse in the early hours of the morning. If you've ever been on a big road at two in the morning you'll know what I mean, it's emptiness, stillness, a promise of excitement. I tried to suppress a grin without much success, Draco obviously shared my need for speed.

He put his foot down. The hummer shot off at a startling speed, it was a big car but the huge engine compensated for it's mass. The engine should have been roaring with power but it was oddly quiet, purring like a kitten as Draco forced it to the extremes.

I turned on the radio and switched through the channels until I found the appropriate music, something heavy and metally. After all, when wearing leather and in a speeding hummer, one needs mood music.

Leather? I hear you cry. Yes my friends, I kid you not! I, Naomi Thompson am in leathers.

Draco had declared we needed to look a bit spiffy for visiting Reuben at his club. Reuben's a spiffy fellow, he said, we must measure up in spiffiness least he laugh and demand we leave his fashionable presence. So he, Draco, brought me to his mothers room. Apparently Mother was spending her time in their French summer home these days, ever since the Dark Lord became a regular house guest. I could fit her tops, we were the same size in that respect but my legs were a lot shorter than hers and my hips a lot more… well existent. The woman must be skeletal. So I got my jeans back, which was cool, they 'd been cleaned and were delivered by a little goblin-like creature Draco explained was a house elf.

"Our new elf Philly," He'd explained, "Potty stole my old one."

So not only did they get magical powers but these magical folk get fairytale creatures to clean their manors. Well whatever, we muggles get television and microwave pizzas.

So I'm wearing my dark denim, skinny jeans tucked into mothers fabulously slutty leather, knee-length heels (They must have been part of Mother and Fathers midnight antics before Father got thrown into a cell because all her other shoes were pretty normal, absurdly expensive but not smut-like in the least), a white fitted shirt worn underneath a real-life ribbed, black, silken corset. The shirt had a very high collar, but the buttons started low so there was a nice amount of flesh showing below my neck. Draco had decorated that with a ruby necklace from his mothers jewellery box, then gave me the matching earrings. With my hair washed and the blood scrubbed of my skin I was actually looking pretty good. Like I said, Draco, evil or no, has spectacular taste.

I was less disappointed with his appearance once he had showered and put on some of his pricey clothes. He was actually rather sexy in a skinny, pale way. I wouldn't be totally ashamed admitting to people that I'm tied to him by magical bonds, lets put it that way. He wore leather trousers, tight enough to compliment him, loose enough to stop a slip into homosexuality. A deep blue shirt brought out the colour of his eyes and made his almost white hair shine in the moonlight.

During dressing I'd brought up the subject of our tattoos. Draco hadn't said much, just that he knew they were signs of our bond but that he really needed to research them further. He asked to see mine and I'd held out my arm.

"I know that this," He held my wrist to keep my arm still and used his other hand to touch the tattoo, "Is my family crest, the dragon," He bent his face close to it, freshly washed blonde hair tickling my skin, "Yes, the markings down the dragons scales, ancients symbols representing the scholars, the forked tongue, warriors." He'd rolled his eyes up to look at my face. I was very busy ordering my body not to feel strangely attracted to this evil, evil man. But I've always been a sucker for pretty eyes, "Is you're family crest the Rose? That would make sense." I'd shrugged and tugged my arm out of his grip.

"I don't know my family crest."

We'd been speeding down the motorway in silence for quite a while. I stared out the window, the excitement of speed wearing off. We were now travelling steadily in five, with Draco pressing the pedal to the floor. There was not another car to be seen but I was kind of hoping the police would catch us, then maybe I could escape. Not that I wasn't grateful for the nice clothes, the semi-hot kidnapper and the hummer but still, against-my-will is against-my-will no matter how many cool things you give me. No amount of ribbed corsets and fast cars are going to make up for waking up in a torture chamber and kneeling, naked in front of a man with red, slits for eyes. You know?

"We'll probably be with Reuben until dawn," Draco said turning down the radios volume, "Then after that we're going to South London."

"Why?"

"I have reports to make."

"To who?"

"Never mind that for now. It's not something I want Reuben to see if he rolls you. I'm just letting you know it'll be a long night."

"I didn't know you cared."

"I just don't want you doing something stupid like hitting me again."

Ha! I'd hurt him. But, of course I already knew that having suffered the pain myself.

So now let me give you the low-down on Reuben. It really is quite fantastical! Reuben, my friends, is a vampire. And not any old vampire but the big leader Vampire in London. Lets just say if vampires had a mafia, then Reuben would be the Godfather. Although calling a vampire a Godfather seems like a bit of an oxymoron… But anyway I digress, he's a big player in London with armies of vampires at his disposal and apparently the Dark Lord needs to keep Reuben sweet. If Reuben was to join the other team then that would pose a lot of problems for the Dark Lord because Reuben is so powerful. Although Reuben has not yet thrown in his towel with the death eaters, keeping him on neutral ground is of vital importance to the Dark Lords cause. And how does he keep him sweet? Draco, of course.

Before Draco there was Lucius, or Father (if you're Draco), who was a close associate of Reuben's. But then when Lucius got locked up Draco had to step in, Reuben would not take meetings from any but the Malfoy heir. He had a penchant for pretty, blonde boys. It wasn't that he was gay necessarily, Draco had explained, although Reuben was known for a wide-sexual appetite, it was his aesthetic nature that drew him to the Malfoys. Reuben was a believer of 'art for arts sake', a true dandy, he appreciated beauty and the Malfoys were just that, beautiful.

Draco had not explained any of this in the haughty or conceited tone I would have expected, he said it as if it were merely fact, empty fact that didn't bother him one way or the other. But as he explained it I realised something, he was rather beautiful. The way a snow-capped mountain, or flower is beautiful. He has fine features, a straight regal nose, slightly slanted eyes like snap shots of a winter sky. His white-blonde hair brushes his shoulders and curls at the end, his whiter than white skin glows like fresh snow in the morning. Broad shoulders lead to a slender waist and long legs, dancers legs.

I couldn't help but think Reuben might not be so keen on me. I was cute, I knew that, but beautiful like a Malfoy? Not quite. I'm short, my boobs are too small, my butt is too big and I have wiggly bits. Beautiful as a snow-capped mountain? No. Cute enough to get my way? At times.

Reuben owned the club we were going to. He had his lair mapped out beneath it, to avoid sunlight I suppose. The club boasts an interesting cliental and leans towards an S&M theme, hence the leather boots. What's it's name? Bite. Of course. Situated in deepest London, Bite, started out drawing in the usual crowds of the sexually curious, but then it made a name for itself and now fascinates all sorts of parties. It's the new place to be seen, celebrities are dying to be snapped hanging out at Bite. Especially the wanna-be bad boy celebs who show up in their finery with their entourage and bulging wallets.

When I found out we were going to Bite I was rather pleasantly surprised. I was an avid reader of trash magazines before my abduction, I knew all about Bite. I had to fight the urge to keep checking my hair in the rear view mirror; many of my idols have been spotted sipping expensive cocktails at Bite.

When we pulled into the parking lot I was not disappointed. Even though it was nearing three AM the club was bouncing, people were still lining up outside barely clothed but too psyched to care about the cold. I could hear the heavy metal music even before we got out of the hummer, the Bite symbol of fangs was printed via purple strobe lights on the clouds. The building itself looked like a converted warehouse, with old red bricks and blacked out windows.

"Remember, whatever you do don't look in any of the vamps eyes." Draco reminded me as we strode towards the entrance. I felt pathetically anxious about my lack of ID, what if the bouncer wouldn't let me in? How embarrassing would that be? Then again if Draco had to leave me outside I could make a run for it… Or a fast walk for it, I was in four inch heels after all.

A few members of the paparazzi lingered near the entrance smoking and looking bored. One raised his camera hopefully as Draco and I approached but soon realised we were nobodies and lit another cigarette looking disappointed.

I needn't have worried about my lack of fake identification. Draco was in with the bouncers. We didn't even need to join the lengthily queue. He just walked up to the burly men in black suits and nodded at them.

One reached forward and undid the velvet rope, the other nodded, "He's waiting for you,"

And we were in. Just like that. They hadn't even questioned my presence. Although the people nearest the front of the queue had groaned and I heard a girl yell, "YOU SAID YOU WERE FULL!" This was brilliant.

Just inside the first doors was a little entrance room, there was a man taking the entrance fee's and stamping hands. He was wearing what amounted to a jockstrap and a multitude of leather straps, I just stared in awe. Draco didn't have to pay but we both got our hands stamped. I admired the little purple fangs on my hand, this was oddly one of the best moments of my entire life.

Before we opened to doors to the main club Draco turned to me, "Remember don't look in his eyes… Don't talk… and don't get lost." He looked to be fighting some internal battle, then with a look of disgust he grabbed my wrist. I tried to wriggle out of his grip but he held fast, "I'm not letting you get away."

When the doors were opened the noise was phenomenal. I felt like my ears would explode from the music and shouting. The dance floor was vast, strobe lights made everything flicker like film, ultraviolet chandeliers made my white shirt glow and my tan go near black. Draco dragged me through the crowds to the bar. We had to elbow our way through the masses but we managed, he got the bar mans attention and we were brought behind the bar. I'd never even dreamt about something so cool. But behind the bar didn't last long. We were led out the back. A woman with dark red hair met us there. The bar man went back to his post and she smiled indulgently.

"This way," Her voice was husky and held a touch of a deeply eastern-European accent. She led us down a long, narrow staircase. She had very long hair, even longer than mine which is reaching an impressive length I must say. It hung in thick, well-formed curls to her bottom which swayed as she sashayed down the stairs.

We finally reached the bottom of the stairs and were faced with a huge, steel door. It looked out of place in the elegantly decorated stairway, like a enormous old-fashioned safe door. The red-headed woman twisted in a combination then with a surprising burst of strength turned the huge wheel on the door. She pushed it open and curtseyed us in. The room beyond the door was elaborately decorated with a black shag pile rug, purple furniture and black and white striped wall-paper. It shouldn't have worked, but it did.

Draco was still clutching my wrist as if fearful I'd make a mad dash for it. Granted I almost did when I looked at our guide and she flashed fangs at me. I think she'd meant to smile but it turned out to be more of a barring of teeth. I yelped and jumped away from her, in the process colliding with Draco who stumbled. He glared at me as the red-headed vamp gave off a throaty chuckle. Then with a final curtsey she closed the steel door again, leaving us alone and locked in. Well, almost alone.

"Draco, you have never brought me gifts before! Perhaps you are warming to our friendship, non?" The speaker was lounging on an elegant, velvet sofa near a roaring fire. He was a long-limbed man with black hair curling around the high collar of his dress shirt and ebony eyes. His skin seemed to reflect to firelight, it gleamed even more palely than Draco's. His eyes were extraordinary, so black they engulfed the pupil. But they were not cold, they were warm, inviting even. The sort of eyes a girl could get lost in, I felt their pull, the temptation of loosing myself in those eyes. I Remember, don't look into his eyes /I Draco's words echoed in my mind and I fought to look away. Removing my gaze was like pulling at sticky taffy but I managed. When I had regained control of my own mind and was staring steadily at the emerald brooch on Reuben's chest the Vampire spoke.

"I struggle to roll her." He said it simply, then with all the grace of a cat he slid from the sofa and padded across his fluffy shag pile rug towards us. "You're gift is a curiosity Draco,"

"She's not a gift." Draco said stoutly using his grip on my wrist to pull me a little behind him, out of reach of Reuben who was eyeing me quite the way I imagine a scientist would eye a sample disk.

"Then you have taken my advice monsieur!" Reuben ran a hand along the frills of his shirt and I caught myself watching that dancing hand with an embarrassing amount of desire. "You have taken a lady, non?"

"No. Naomi is an unavoidable technicality at the moment Reuben. I hope her presence will not impinge upon our meeting," He stepped even further in front of me, pretty much hiding me from view. I couldn't help but peek around his shoulder and stare a Reuben in awe. He was even better looking than Donovan. I didn't even care that he was dead. He would have been just under six foot, of slender build and dressed like a character from a naughty book. A frilly, white shirt with a high collar and lace trickling from the cuffs along graceful fingers, tight trousers and pale bare feet which shone against the black shaggy rug. He blinked those black eyes at me, he had unbelievably long eyelashes that tickled his cheeks every time his eyelids fluttered.

Reuben gave me a small half smile then turned indulgently to Draco, "A girl so pretty would never impinge Draco, would you like something to drink? Do sit,"

We sat on the purple sofa and Reuben took a single chair facing us. He flipped his legs languidly over the arm of the chair and ran his fingers along the velvet absentmindedly. I was trying to make my thighs look attractive again and Draco was looking very haughty and bored.

"Drink?" Reuben offered again and Draco sighed.

"I'm driving."

"A pumpkin juice then! And for fair lady?"

I fought the urge to ask for a vodka and diet coke, that would be déclassé, I'm sure. "I'll have that juice too,"

"Très bon Mademoiselle," He made no move to get us any drinks and I wondered if the offer had just been his idea of small talk. Or maybe it was a code I wasn't clued in on? Then from a door I hadn't noticed came a man, he was tall and thin with a worn-out look about him. He had greying hair and old eyes but I wouldn't have aged him as more than thirty-five. He was bearing a tray with two ornate glasses and a bottle of juice. He set the tray on the coffee table in front of us and proceeded in pouring us both some juice. I drank quickly to give myself something to do. Draco made no move towards his glass, instead he smirked at the man pouring the drinks.

"So, Draco," Reuben said when the other man departed, "I am very curious as to why you bring company this night."

"I felt it prudent Naomi not be left alone in my manor," Draco picked up his glass and took a sip. I think he was delaying the rest of his answer. Apparently the sip of juice had not given him enough time to think because he didn't speak again.

"Why ever not?"

"She's a muggle."

Reuben looked surprised. And if I was any judge of character at all I'd say that Reuben was rarely surprised. "A muggle? Mon dieu! A mere muggle who can withstand my gaze? Non, non, Draco. I fear you are not telling me truth!" He chuckled and sunk deeper into his chair, he gazed at me and licked his lips as if tasting the air, "There is a magic about your lady,"

Aha! I was magic. I knew it. Maybe I'd try the pointing thing again.

"She's a muggle Reuben. My word on that," Draco sighed deeply and began to roll up the sleeve of his shirt, he bared his tattoo and held his arm out to the vampire, "The reason for the magic you sense. The reason you find it difficult to penetrate her mind,"

"I do not understand."

"Naomi show him your mark,"

I thought about saying no but could find no plausible reason. So I pushed back my sleeve and showed Reuben the dragon which had stopped glowing red and faded to black.

Reuben's eyes slid from one tattoo to the other as he struggled to understand. A moment passed the comprehension dawned behind those black iris's. "Mon dieu," He sat up straighter, "But it cannot be?"

Draco shrugged as he fixed his sleeve, "It be's."

"When?"

"Yesterday morning." Draco explained, "I was hoping you would be able to tell me more,"

Reuben even went as far as to take his legs from the arm of his chair. He no longer looked completely relaxed. He licked his lips again. "I have not seen such a thing for many centuries now…" He bit his full lower lip then smiled tantalizingly. My breath caught at that smile. "I shall tell you all that I know on the matter.

"There is a belief that when man kind was created the perfect human being was tragically split in two. A man and a woman. Each would be forced to live their lives alone, missing half of their being and searching for it. People over time, they have manipulated this, the man and the woman. They are Soulmates yes, but silly people have talked of love and marriage and how the Soulmate is I the one /I they shall spend their lives with." Reuben waved a hand in the air as if dismissing this, "Silly, airy talk. The Soulmates complete each other, oui. But this is not lovely dovey completion. This is a being becoming whole again, the restrictions on the halves is eliminated. Once joined the Soulmates gain many powers that halves do not possess, they are ultimately able to tap into that perfection of the first man if they can but master the magic.

"When you touched I assume the affect was immediate, oui? You were wracked with pain. This is because of the changes in your very being, your very core. You are no longer alone, you are joined. You are complete. From that point on you will not age, you will not die naturally. You can be killed yes, but not as easily as you would have been before. You feel each others strong emotions and physical contacts. If one of you is in great pain the other will endure it also, the same goes for great pleasure. The markings on your arms? They are but sign of your belonging. The fair lady is branded yours and you in turn Draco are hers. But what's yours is hers and what is hers is yours, for ultimately it does not matter. You are one. Confusing non?" Reuben chuckled at our expressions. Draco was looking quite frankly horrified and I'm sure I mirrored him. This was all too much.

"Back at the manor," I said suddenly and Draco shot me a warning look, I ignored him, "We weren't together and something happened. I left my body, there was fire in my eyes and suddenly I could see Draco. He looked dead and there was fire in his eyes too. What was that?"

"I am unsure," Reuben shrugged gracefully, "I am no expert on the matter. I can only assume, would you like to hear my assumptions?" I nodded, "I assume that you are able to… check up on each other. To find each other, and see each other at all times. Of course you say that Draco seemed dead? So your souls are in fact leaving your own bodies to view the others…This would be more of a hindrance than help in times of crisis… I am unsure."

Reuben didn't know much more. Instead he offered more drinks. The prematurely aged man appeared again, he also brought snacks. The sight of those little bowls of strawberry's and cream sent my stomach into a growling frenzy, it was then that I realised I hadn't eaten since my big Mac. I reached for a strawberry and Draco did the same, rubbing his stomach and looking surprised.

Reuben watched us in fascination, rather like a child on Christmas morning, as if he'd discovered something wonderful. We ate fruit in silence and sipped our juice as he surveyed us, when I'd had enough I sat back and stared back at him. He seemed to find that funny. A small smile played around his well-sculpted lips and I assumed it was partly due to my feet being unable to touch the floor from his sofa.

Finally Draco spoke, "The Dark Lord wishes you to join, officially, in alliance with us Reuben," He sucked a small smidgen of cream from his thumb and I watched slightly opened mouthed. The move seemed to have the same sort of effect on Reuben but the vampire caught himself.

"Naughty, naughty, Draco," He scowled but there was a definite heat to his eyes, "You are not a lover of men. This I know, how cruel of you to tempt me with your body when I know I will not have it! I hope you are not attempting to use your wiles to tempt me into an alliance,"

Draco smirked at the vampire, "Actually Reuben, I was quite under the impression that my wiles are exactly what you want in return for an alliance,"

I was suddenly struck with Draco's pose. He was relaxed on the sofa and it's pillows, lounging even, he'd kicked one of his leather-booted feet up to rest on the coffee table. He rested a hand behind his head and looked quite ready to dose in the heat of the fire. When had he manoeuvred himself to sit like that? If I hadn't known any better I'd have said the arrangement had happened naturally, but I had a feeling that Draco didn't often naturally pull such seductive poses. He looked like a spread from a magazine trying to seduce it's readers into buying a perfume or something equally elegant. My throat was drying. I reached for my pumpkin juice. Why was Draco having this affect on me? I knew that he was good-looking and that he was trying very hard to seduce Reuben but I'd been around pretty boys before, none had ever made my palms sweat or my throat dry just by relaxing in a chair.

Reuben spoke carefully from his own chair, he looked tense, calculating and a little lustful. I couldn't blame him. Draco had closed his eyes, he looked innocent and utterly corruptible. I had sudden images of myself crawling on top of him and opening those eyes via various sordid techniques, I gulped at my pumpkin juice and took to staring in the fire, "I have many beauties at my disposal Draco," The vampires voice was cold, unimpressed but the expression on his face wasn't.

Draco smiled and wriggled deeper into the sofa looking utterly comfortable, he spoke without opening his eyes, "I don't dispute that." A contented little sigh slithered from his lips and the hairs on my arms prickled to attention. His eyelashes fluttered and he gazed at Reuben through lazy, half-closed lids, "But be that as it may you would not tell such an outward lie that you do not desire me?"

Reuben shrugged his shoulders and rested into his own chair looking unperturbed, his expression was now schooled to look unaffected, his eyes hid their lust well, "I desire you it is true, but an alliance with Lord Voldemort offers more trouble to me than gain,"

"Come now Reuben," Draco smiled sleepily at him, "You're armies are powerful and ultimately impossible to defeat. Your losses in a war against the light would be minimal, we both know that. Faceless people, faceless creatures dying in the future, none of it truly affecting you but your gains…" He let the sentence die full of possibility and Reuben steepled his long, pale fingers and pressed his lips to them as he considered the reclining beauty before him.

"Perhaps it is Lord Voldemort's policies I do not agree with Draco, did you not think of that?"

"Lord Voldemort offers you a world the light has denied you for too long," His voice was deep, rumbling, with a touch of breathiness. I clutched my pumpkin juice so tight that my hands began to shake. The urge to touch him was overwhelming, I wondered if Reuben was feeling the same thing? And if so how was Draco doing it, and how was Reuben looking so calm? "A world in which you no longer have to hide and abide ministry rules. Your people could hunt amongst the muggles freely. You are already aware that the wolves to whom you are so closely connected have already swollen our ranks?"

"I am aware. But your Lord would also do many awful things Draco. We kill to feed, he kills out of hate and malice." Reuben shrugged, "You're fair lady could have been dead at the end of his wand had she not been joined to you," He turned his gaze to me for the first time since Draco started his little show. Something on my face made him start, his steepled fingers clenched just a little. He licked his lips again, I was beginning to think that was a nervous impulse. "My, my," His voice was like velvet, his black eyes burned into my flesh, "You're performance has earned you more than one admirer mon ami,"

Draco turned to me, I couldn't help but blush, I was being so damned obvious but I couldn't seem to hide it. Something decidedly dark crossed Draco's face and his eyes trailed brazenly from my face to my thundering chest. He removed his foot from the coffee table and moved closer to me, he was biting his full lower lip and I could hear his breathing, shallow and quick. The little bit of me left in my mind tried to take over, I began to move away from him, sliding further along the sofa, but he was quick, he forced me against the cushions and the need in his eyes drove the last of my sanity from my head.

He tasted of strawberry's and radiated an overwhelming heat. We ate hungrily at each others mouths, I felt as though he would devour me from the mouth down, his hands were everywhere, grabbing me, kneading me. My legs were wrapped around him, the heels of the boots dragging along the backs of his legs. He was pressed so close and the leather so tight that I knew I wasn't the only one having a good time, the feel of him thrilled me. I wrenched his shirt free from his trousers and dug my fingernails into his back, he responded by biting down on my lip, hard. I gasped tasting blood, and suddenly I knew what had to be done. I dug my nails further into Draco's back until he bled just a little, I smeared his blood around his so white flesh with my fingers and he spread mine with our lips.

We were grinding hard, moving with each other in perfect sync, gasps and moans filled the room, the coppery smell of blood engulfed my nostrils. Draco buried his face him my neck, biting down, licking my skin, his tongue, his breath were like fire on my flesh. My eyes rolled and I closed them letting my head fall back against the pillows as I moaned. It was a cracked voiced Reuben who broke the moment, "Bravo, bravo,"

I knew that this was the perfect opportunity, we had set the perfect trap. I opened my eyes slowly, gazing lustfully at the vampire who stood before us with an utterly wild gleam to his eyes. I knew what he was seeing. Draco had orchestrated it well, Reuben had long lusted after Draco for his beauty but now he was drawn to us because of the power we represented, we were a power that had not been known for centuries and he wished to tame us. Sex and magic rode the air like electricity. Draco and I were tangled together, panting, sweating, bleeding and staring at the vampire with promise in our eyes. We embodied every one of his carnal desires; sex, blood and power. How could he refuse?

"Delegate your terms," Reuben sighed and I knew we had won. I wasn't sure if I was experiencing my thoughts or Draco's and in that moment I wasn't sure I cared.

"You ally yourself with me," Draco made no move to dismount me, in fact he ground his pelvis harder against mine making me gasp. Reuben's ebony eyes snapped to my face at that point and he nodded.

"And in return?"

"You may drink from me,"

Reuben looked anticipatory and yet vaguely disappointed, "That is not such a grand prize as what I have just witnessed mon ami,"

"You have said so yourself Reuben, you know I am not a lover of men," Draco was trailing his hand from my butt to my chest over and over again as he spoke. I followed his lead and raised my head to lick along his neck. Reuben watched us blankly but I knew he was thinking very hard.

"Then I request I taste both of you, once a month for the duration of our alliance," Reuben declared, "Those are my terms,"

"I cannot speak for Naomi-,"

"I'll do it," I said quickly withdrawing from Draco's neck. So maybe you're wondering why I was so rash to offer my blood up to some vampire freak of nature? OK, well my reasons are as follows:

I was now fully sucked into a world I didn't understand, a world with an evil dark lord. Said evil dark lord had hung me in a torture chamber, used his wand to torture me via Crucio and tried to poison me. I do not, therefore, give the Dark Lord much in the way of trust. And by the way Draco was talking Reuben is an extremely powerful vamp and one who can be controlled fairly easily by way of a little foreplay and blood. A good person, therefore, to have on my side if the Dark Lord goes all boogity woogity on my ass. I had also noted that Draco did not say 'you ally yourself with the dark lord' but in fact said 'you ally yourself with me', so he was obviously on the same page as I was. I did not want him being the only one with the powerful vampire alliance, so I added,

"If he allies with I us /I ," And my physics teacher called me stupid. I'd show him!

Draco and I shared a moment of severe eye contact until he gave in, "To us then,"

"Not your dark lord?" Reuben asked cocking a curious eyebrow, Draco smirked at him, "It is our blood you will be drinking, not his,"

It was after this agreement that Draco slid from my body and stood up. I felt oddly light with him gone but that crazy lust was fading and I no longer felt overwhelming urges to hump his leg or anything.

The alliance was sealed in blood, but not with Reuben drinking it. Instead our fingers were pricked with an elegant dagger drawn from somewhere hidden on Reuben's person and we pressed our blood into the vampires. The pain of the dagger was sharp and immediate but the small cut had healed within seconds. I stared at it surprised and found Draco doing the same thing, I checked my lip but it was still bleeding a little, Draco moved his hand to his back and came away with blood on his finger tips.

Reuben looked thoughtful, "Perhaps the connection only heals the wounds of outside forces with speed? Perhaps the injuries you inflict on one another remain the natural duration?" It seemed possible.

"I wish not to draw my blood this day," Reuben announced and Draco shot him a sharp look, the vampire chuckled, "Do not fear Draco, our alliance has already begun, I will not back out of that. But dawn is fast approaching and this blood letting is something I wish to take my time over… I do not feel it should be rushed and fleeting." He turned to me, "All I ask if a kiss from fair maiden before the bleeding in her mouth is healed."

Haha he just called me a fair maiden. Was this guy for real? I grinned at him and Draco shrugged, "Naomi?"

I shrugged and turned back to Reuben. This guy was obviously from a time when women were coy and shy and fluttered handkerchiefs by way of flirtatious behaviour. Hadn't he just seen my almost sex show with Draco on the couch? If all it would take was a kiss… I was still grinning, "Anytime," I went onto tip toe, determined to be in control of this kiss. I wrapped a hand around the vampires neck and pushed my lips to his, forcing his mouth open with my tongue. He tasted of old blood and I nicked my tongue on a fang. I guess kissing the fanged takes practise. My blood trickled in our mouths tasting sweet and metallic, the taste made Reuben grunt and pull me flush against him. He was absurdly strong. He used one hand, cupped under my buttocks to lift me clean of the ground and in that moment I knew he could have snapped me in half without breaking a sweat. The thought made my pulse speed up in fear, Reuben seemed to sense my growing anxiety and he liked it. He had his hand at the base of my neck, just as I had mine at his. He bunched his fist in my hair and pulled so that my head was wrenched back at an awkward angle. I couldn't help a yelp of pain and surprise. He licked my chin and lips clean of my drying blood. I struggled helplessly, I even pulled his long hair but he didn't seem to mind, in fact he seemed to enjoy it.

He fought against the pull I had on his hair and buried his head on my bared neck, he ran his fangs along the skin just above my pounding pulse, he licked that pumping flesh and then just as suddenly as he had picked me up he sat me down. I wiped my mouth clean with my shirt sleeve and tried to hide the fear on my face. In fact I even managed a smile.

Reuben took my hand and kissed it, "I am sorry that dawn comes so soon ma cherie, I await our next meeting with great anticipation,"

I just smiled gormlessly. Draco grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me away from the vampire with unnecessary force, I stumbled and glared at him. There was an unreadable expression on his face as he spoke in almost angry tones, "The agreement was blood letting Reuben, remember that."

The vampire wiped a spot of my blood from his lip then sucked his bloodied finger tip clean, it was the same sort of thing that Draco had done with the cream only Reuben managed to make the gesture obscene rather than just sexual. I felt blood rush to my cheeks at the sight of him and a devilish smile lit his features, "Oh I remember our agreement Draco, never fear. But now I really must go, I have but moments before the sun breeches the night sky… until we meet again," He bowed deeply to us then swept from the room.

I stared at the door he had just exited through and was only snapped back to reality when Draco sneered, "Well I you /I catch on quick," Then he dragged me to the steel door by the wrist.

I laughed humourlessly and wrenched myself from his grip, successfully this time, "Yes I do. And you could have warned me you were going to go all porn star on me before we got here,"

Draco just glared at me. He bent down and removed his wand from his leather boot, he pointed it at the steel door, "Alohomora," The heavy bolts inside the door sounded and it creaked open.

I pushed past him on the way out and stomped up the narrow staircase to the bar first. When I got to the top of the stairs I spun round, Draco was about four steps below me so it didn't really take much effort to kick him hard in the face with the flat of my boot. The high heel made contact with Draco's face and there was sickening crack as his nose broke. We both screamed, I grabbed my aching nose and doubled over but Draco fell backwards down the stairs. He tumbled to the bottom and hit his head on the steel door. It hurt like hell.

Why did I do it, you might ask, why did I kick him when I knew I would feel it too? Well he had kidnapped me, brought me to a vampire, seduced me to get an alliance with a vampire, left me with little option but to sign myself up for some bleeding and then tried to drag me out of the lair like a child. Those were my thoughts as Draco got to his feet looking disorientated, his eyes met mine and then he began running up the stairs two at a time. The pain had been worth it.

Then, just as Draco, who was pelting up the stairs at a startling rate and pulling out his wand, feared I would, I made a run for it.