Elizabeta watched the swirling motion of the decanter in her long, cold fingers. She swished the crimson liquid from side to side, watching it lap up against the crystal edges. Her eyes focussed on the man beyond the decanter, his face flushed but smiling, eyes glowing with pride at some great achievement. 'Ingrates' she thought and placed the blood red wine down on the table. 'When this is over I shall have fun killing these so called wizards with their own magic'. She starred into the eyes of the pleased wizard, her cold hard eyes black and dangerous. The smile dropped from his face as he came to a stop before her and stood at full height.

"The task has been completed madam."

The smugness in his voice made Elizabeta want to throw up blood, ridiculous mortals.

"Did you dispose of the body?"

"Yes, Ma'am"

"Where did you burn it?"

The man suddenly fell into a shrug, his brows knitting in the middle. 'Oh no, he hasn't gone and…'

"Well Ma'am, er…we didn't know that we had to…um…we just thought that…"

Elizabeta flew at him, her sharp claws screeching across his thin skinned face.

"YOU IDIOT!"

"Please, Ma'am, we didn't know that we had to burn it we just thought that…"

Elizabeta let out a maniacal laugh and leant over the now cowering wizard before her.

"YOU THOUGHT? YOU CAN'T THINK! CLEARLY I AM DEALING WITH COMPLETE AND UTTER INCOMPETANT PIGS! ONE THING I SPECIFICALLY SAID WAS RID ME OF THE BODY. GET RID OF IT! THAT MEANS BURN IT. FOR THE LOVE OF…WHAT DO THEY TEACH YOU…WHY, YOU'RE WIZARDS FOR…AH!!!"

"We did as we were ordered by Lord Malfoy Ma'am, and he said nothing at all about…ah!"

Across the other cheek her razor sharp nails ground into fickle human flesh. The man was now on hands and knees before her, the smugness drained from his body.

"THEN LORD MALFOY IS THE BIGGEST PILLOCK OF THE LOT OF YOU! WHEN I SAID I WANTED A BARBACUE AND YOU ALL LAUGHED I THOUGHT YOU ALL PERFECTLY UNDERSTOOD THE REFERENCE. I DIDN'T REALISE YOU WERE ALL JUST BLIND, RIDICULOUS SHEEP! I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE ALIGNED MYSELF AND MY ARMY TO SUCH INCOMPETANT, STUPID…"

From behind her, Elizabeta heard the infuriatingly slinky voice of Lucius, his greasy smugness never faltering.

"Beauce, my dear Elizabeta, we need each other, do we not. If our incompetence displeases you then we must rectify our mistakes. You…"

Malfoy pointed his long black cane at the poor wriggling wretch on the floor at Elizabeta's feet.

"…You, I told you to burn the remains, did I not?"

The man opened and closed his mouth, like a fish under water. He began to shake his head, but before he could complete the full head swing, Lucius had drawn his wand from its sheath. The man's head quickly cracked into a nod, but it was all too late.

"Avada Kadavra!"

The man slumped to the ground his blood still tickling onto the carpet beneath him, staining the strands of hair covering his now perfectly still face.

"Clean this up!" Malfoy commanded, turning to a guard behind him.

"That is why I aligned with you, Lucius."

Elizabeta purred and encircled him, her marble hand stroking his cheek and running fingers seductively through his hair.

"You are so…ruthless…I am sorry for what I said, we have to find the body and burn it. Quickly. Before it has chance to repair itself."

Lucius looked at Elizabeta, lust and longing framing his angular face.

Elizabeta leaned upwards and Lucius could not resist brushing his warm, human lips against her cold hard vampire mouth. She leaned further in to the kiss, her teeth carefully pressing against Lucius'. She kept her eyes open, a small grin curling the sides of her occupied mouth. Lucius was fully steeped in the kiss, concentrating on his craft. She had to admit. In nearly 200 years, he was definitely in her top ten kisses, alive or reborn. His long blonde hair curled around his face as he took hers in both hands, leaning into the contours of her body and forcing her closer. She liked to feel a mans force against her, even if an ancient desire to take control and bend him into the right shape for biting ruled her deepest thoughts. She watched his moves intently, enjoying the kiss for as long as possible. The real games were about to begin. Before she drained him dry she would have to kiss him again, it would be a waste of a very good talent. She could taste the sickly sweet Narcissa, an almost faded flavour it seemed, clinging to Lucius' mouth. She would scrub it out soon enough. She had already made him fall in love with her. Now all she needed was to remove his current wife from the picture. The son was not a problem, so wrapped up in his little morals that he would never enter his father and mother's life again. There would be no resistance from him. So, for now, she would just enjoy the taste of this human mouth, the rest would come along later.

Lucius ran his fingers along the curves and sweeps of Elizabeta's waist, feeling the perfection beneath his fingers and yearning for it against his bare flesh. The icy maiden shifted on her feet and pushed hard against him, he could feel her searching for something between them. When she found it, the flat line between torso and inner thigh, she rubbed her cold hands against it. The power and strength behind her movements thrilled Lucius. 'To think, one day I will be that strong, that powerful.'

Lucius leant into her hand and she shuddered at the intimacy that had been forced. He held her close to him, her firm chiselled body pressing longingly against his. As he pulled away from the kiss, he fluttered his eyes open. Her face was even sexier with the eyes as dark as they were, the black eyes searching his face hungrily. Time to move away. He pulled himself upright, mentally smiling at the many sins that can be hidden by a well tailored robe. He fixed the vampire with a steely stare.

"Shouldn't you go hunting?" he whispered, smoothly.

The corners of her mouth drew back over her perfectly white teeth, her tongue running across her bottom lip.

"Yesss"

She hissed like a kettle, her movements becoming almost feline as she moved her head slowly from side to side. Her black eyes were fixed on Lucius, and for the briefest of moments he felt a sharp prang of fear.

"Go hunting." This time his voice was more forced, more controlled. His head was screaming for him to run, but he knew full well that to run from a mythical creature only meant that you had become the prey. Lucius Malfoy was no creatures prey. He had been too long in the Dark Lord's shadow to know become catnip to this vampire.

"I shall be back by daaaawn." Elizabeta purred and within a flash she was gone.

Lucius grinned, all women were the same, give them a taste of what they really wanted and then let it linger on their tongues, like a sweet lozenge, melting slowly until they come running back for more. This Lucius had learnt during his years at Hogwarts, this is what he had tried to install in his son…

His son…

Lucius felt the bile rise in his throat at the thought of Draco, of what he was doing with that Potter brat. He snarled and swished like a crow from the room, heading away from the thought as fast as his legs could carry him.

Narcissa had been weak, that was the boys problem. If she had listened to Lucius from the start, instilled a sense of Malfoy pride, even a drop of Malfoy arrogance, the boy would be straight as an arrow. He would have married that stupid excuse for a witch, Pansy whatever her name was again, and he would have carried on the noble blood line of the ancient Malfoy family. Instead he chose to cast his family down into the depths of hell. Lucius sniffed, moving his face sharply, trying to shake away the images of his son as a boy. The day they put him on the Hogwarts Express. The day he graduated with full honours… or, as Lucius put it, the day he nailed the coffin shut on his family. Lucius strode into his private quarters and locked the door, leaving any thoughts of his son outside, like wolves baying for his blood.

Of all things in Lucius' life that were true, the most important and crucial was the simple fact that Lucius Malfoy had no son.