Chapter 12: The Memories of a Vampire Lord, Part 3

~Three Hundred Years Later~

Draco hadn't fed in a while. He'd need to soon or else he'd go mad and attack passerby. A girl ran by him. She was on her period and her blood—it smelled so sweet!

He had come to Britain to gain his own territory. It hadn't taken long to get used to the difference in weather, but it was significantly different than Jerusalem or Rome.

Draco nearly collapsed out of sheer longing for that scent. He wanted that girl. He followed her and kept an eye on what she did. Finally, she began to head the other way.

When she began to walk past the pub, an inn known as the Three Broomsticks, he stepped in front of her and bowed. "Good marrow, my dear." He said. The girl frowned.

"Forgive my rudeness, Good Sir," she began, "but I must hurry back to the castle."

"Oh?" Draco asked, stopping her again. "Are you a student?"

"Yes," she snapped. "And quite irritable at the moment. Please let me pass."

"Not without a drink, surely," Draco asked, taking her hand. "You look half frozen. Some butterbeer will without a doubt warm you up."

"I thank you for the offer, Sir," she said. "But I'd have to go back out into the snow after that."

"Ah? That is true. But I'll take you back to the school in my carriage."

"Thank you, again, but no." Draco kissed her hand, never breaking his gaze from her eyes. The girl blushed. "Maybe one…" she said. "But just one."

"You are a lady, most definitely," he said, leading her into the inn.

His hunger grew, but the more he spoke to the girl, the more he couldn't take her. He learned that she was a student at the new school up on the hill, a castle of the name Hogwarts. She was the adopted daughter of one of the Headmasters, Godric Gryffindor. Her name was Octavia. She was in her father's house. She was muggle born.

And Draco wanted her. He told her about himself, albeit the fact that he was a Vampire—a Son of Lilith. After talking, she ran out of the pub and to the school. Draco ran after her.

"When may I see you again?" he asked.

Octavia bit her lip.

"I will see you again," He said. "I won't take no for an answer, Maid Gryffindor."

"I'll send you an owl when I'm allowed in town. You can meet me then," Octavia said. "But Sir Mello, I have to return now! I'm certain Madam Hufflepuff will be angry with me if I delay any longer."

Draco let her go. He captured another girl and drank her blood instead.

~Five Years Later~

The summer had just begun. Draco walked along the forbidden forest at the school, waiting to hear from Octavia. He moved to the lake and looked at the willow tree.

He didn't know why he studied the tree, but he did.

"Augustan!" Octavia called to him. Draco turned around and glanced at her. Her hair was down. She wore a velvet gown. She looked slightly out of breath. "You're here! I thought I'd have to send you an owl."

"You graduated already?" he asked.

"I have!" Octavia said. She came closer. "Augustan, you promised me."

"A kiss, right?" Draco asked. Octavia nodded. "I haven't forgotten." He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. She was so warm. So innocent. Had he ever been this way as a human?

He pulled her into the canopy of leaves and pinned her against the tree. Draco felt emotion he had not felt since Lucia overcome him. He smelt her, inhaling the intoxicating scent that defined Octavia's very being. This emotion was stronger than any he had felt before. "I love you," he whispered, stroking her arms. "I need you," his hands trembled. How he needed to hold her! How he needed to prove his love to her! How he needed to kiss her! How he needed to have her! "Octavia," he moaned. "Octavia, spend the rest of eternity by my side."

"Eternity?"

"Eternity," Draco said. He allowed his trembling hands to wander.

"Augustan," Octavia said. Her tone was far from longing, but Draco didn't hear it. He was excited. "Augustan, stop."

"No," he growled, pulling her collar down slightly and pressing his lips to her neck. She sucked in a breath and tried to run away, but he restrained her and pinned her to the tree. He kissed her softly at first. But her soft skin enticed him. He clutched at her collar as though it were both a nuisance and a lifeline. His other arm was wrapped around her waist. Octavia struggled futily in his arms, whimpering.

"Stop, please," she whimpered. Draco refused to heed her. She became limp in his arms. Tears were streaming down her face. "Augustan. Augustan, I'm begging you. Stop. I don't like this. I'm not ready for this."

Draco didn't answer her. He parted his lips and licked her bare skin before piercing her neck. He pulled her to the ground and, still latched onto her neck, laid on top of her. She still cried, her chest heaved slightly

Don't go into the resonance, Octavia, he told her. Don't. I need you conscious. I need to hear you.

She whimpered and he finally detached himself from her neck. Octavia tried to escape, but Draco wouldn't release her. "Animal!" she sobbed.

For the first time that night, Draco was cut by her words. "Were I anything else, would you have me? I have lived for centuries, only a select few of that time I was alone. I've been alone for three hundred years before I finally found you. I've seen cruelty beyond your imagination. I could have killed you all this time, Octavia, and yet I could not."

"Let me go."

"No, dear child," he said, stroking her cheek. "I cannot let you go. I cannot stand by and live without you—do not ask me to leave you be and watch another man take you to his bed and bear his children. I will kill any man who would dare steal you from me."

"Let me go," Octavia sobbed. Draco laid his head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

"No. I can't do that. From the moment you accepted to keep seeing me in secret, you were mine. You chose to have an animal court you."

He raised his head and bit his lip. He held Octavia's head in his hands and kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue. She was too devastated not to swallow. He released her and stroked her cheek. She slapped him.

Though it didn't hurt, it enraged him. He released her and threw her against the tree. Octavia slumped to the ground. The sky began to turn pink. Draco ran back to the forest, where it was eternally dark.

For three nights he watched Octavia's room. On the fourth night, he saw Octavia being dragged out of the castle by various students. He ran out to save her, but was stopped by a red haired man, who pointed a sword at him.

"Augustan Mello?" he asked. Draco remained silent. The man was very angry, he could tell. "Are you, or are you not Augustan Mello?"

"And if I am?"

"Then I will kill you here and now."

"What have I done to deserve your enmity?"

"You know full well what you did," the man snarled. Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Godric Gryffindor, I presume?" Draco knelt. "I beg for your daughter's hand."

"You've already stolen it!" Gryffindor roared. "Why my daughter? Why Octavia?"

"I love her," Draco said. "I love her."

"Lies!"

Draco raised his head. "It's true!"

"If you loved her, would you have done what you did? All you love is yourself."

Draco stood and glared at the man. "Then I will have to kill you."

"Before you make any rash decisions, Beast, listen carefully."

Draco narrowed his eyes but held his breath. His eyes widened at the screams. "Father!" Octavia shrieked. "Father!"

"It's because of you that I have to do that to my own daughter!" Gryffindor spat. "Because of you!"

Draco lunged at the Wizard, aiming for his eyes. Gryffindor dodged and raised his sword over head—

so, here's another chapter just for you, my dear readers! And, yes, it's a cliffhanger. I'm sorry everyone, but for a while, I will not be posting any more chapters until maybe...Christmas since I'll be busy with the L and Sunako Christmas Special (Death Note and the Wallflower). In the meantime, please be patient and I will be finishing this story soon.

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