Goodbye Reflection

Chapter 2 Blood on Tongue

Warnings: Em ... cant remember PROBABLY swear words.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter isn't that what always say! Please review x)

Draco's soul felt as if it was going to detach itself from his body any minute and he collapsed to the ground. Then he heard a bang. The door of his room flew, aiming at the wall across it. Three wizards came through the door with wands facing the vampire who was kneeling on the floor drinking Draco's blood. One of the wizards was his father; the other two came from the Ministry of Magic.

As the two wizards casted Patrificus Totalus, Lucius swung a dagger which had a crucifix on each side of the blade, into Ramora's chest. Then with his wand, he slit her wrist and forced it into Draco's mouth, "Drink it Draco." He wanted to save his son, no matter what the consequence was.

He listened. His taste buds prickled from the metallic flavour which he began to feel attraction to. Draco drank more and more of the blood that poured out of her wrist effortlessly. As her wrist left him at last, he felt a scorching change in his body. His fingernails dug into the carpet on the floor and he screamed as pain ruptured throughout his body. He was turning into a vampire.

Lucius's hand left the dagger which her flesh still clutched onto. He pulled it out with a swift tug and handed it back to the two men. He carried the body, thrusting her towards the Ministry men as if it where a garbage bag.

"Let her rot in the bin in Knockturn alley where she truly belongs," said Lucius brutally, "Make sure the vampires all know that we are keeping a close eye on them. They are a threat to all magic folk. I don't even understand why you people let such a being survive." And yet he had turned his son into one.

Lucius bent down to his son. Draco could have sworn he saw a tear in his eye, but before he could make sure, all went black.

Draco's eyes fluttered open to darkness. He could smell his room, the familiar pleasant and calming smell. Was it all a dream? No it couldn't be. He felt as weak as cheap parchment paper. The door creaked open and light hit the floorboard. Narcissa's face appeared through the luminosity. She moved closer to his bed, holding a goblet and handing it out to him, "Here, drink it. It'll make you stronger." He looked down at the crimson liquid then to the hand that was grasping it. His eye's moved to her wrist which seemed to have been sealed back by magic, yet still bared a mark. Was this his mother's blood she was offering him?

"What is it?" he asked pretending not to know, even though the musky smell of blood was too strong not to identify. She had said blood and that was it.

"Is it yours?" he looked up into his mother's weary eyes, "You look weak, it is yours is it not?" He knew his mother too well, and she daren't lie to him.

Narcissa nodded slowly, "But you need it more than I do. My blood will return to me while now that you're a vampire you do not produce blood and therefore blood is essential to you." The smell was growing stronger with every breath he took and invaded his sense. He wanted it badly.

"No, I refuse to drink such a thing." He turned away to face the curtains which hid the window, refusing to look at her. Narcissa placed the goblet on the bedside table and walked out the door. Was she disappointed in him for going to a muggle hotel? For letting what he thought was a muggle into his room? Or was she simply tired and drained?

Silent movements reached his ears. There was another presence, but he could not see who it was as the dark overtook the room. Draco laboriously fought himself up from his bed and felt the bedside table for his wand. Ridiculous as he thought his imagination was, he was afraid that even though Ramora Blacknight was dead, she had come back to avenge him for killing her. He opened his mouth to question the unknown company, but instead he gasped as a figure came closer and closer to the bed. Draco finally got hold of his wand and pointed it towards the figure. His eyes widened with disbelief for this was no ordinary someone.

A/N: Yeah I know what you're thinking! WHO IS THIS SOMEONE mwaha! Not telling :>