Please don't kill me! I know i took a bazillion years to post this but i was busy! And so was Carlsbad, i had people over and she had a huge biology project so, ya, that my really lame excuse.. Okay besides that, i really like this chapter! Not to seem tlike super self-concieted or anything, but im really proud of myself! Remember, i will love you forever if you review! I will worship the metaphorical ground you walk on! Okay, ill let you read now...
The Rising of the Beast Within:
"There must be a way! He is merely infected! Can't you find some cure?!" Draco's father ranted on, his jaw slightly clenched.
The doctor merely shook his head. "This 'infection' has crippled your son's DNA, altering it permanently. You will need to accept this for your son's sake, as well as your own. It will do you no good to sit here and carry on about things we cannot change." The doctor's voice was low, as if sharing a secret; not that it mattered, Draco's superior hearing picked up every word. They continued their heated argument, his father not backing down. Draco replayed the Vampirologist, Boomer's, conversation with him.
-Flashback-
"This strain of vampirick DNA was altered from the Vampire C Class, VCC for short. Do you know what I'm talking about, Draco?" Draco gave a jerky shake of his head, his back rigid and strait.
Boomer continued talking. "VCC is the most potent vampire class. They are known for their superior tracking abilities, as well as their destructive natures and erratic mood swings. They have amazing eyesight, they can see perfectly in the dark, as well as in the light; their eyes have a way a fluctuating to accommodate their host. They also have lightning fast reflexes, not all that uncommon among other vampire hybrids. They have astonishing hearing as well, some reports showing they could hear the words of two people whispering clear through a cement wall, easily 1 foot thick."Draco checked all of the things Boomer said off of a mental checklist in his mind. His dismay growing as he listed common attributes he and the VCC shared.
"They were once our allies; a top-secret classification, they assisted in Ministry missions- assassinations really, and other top-secret project. However, that all changed last year. In the vampire heritage, there is a hierarchy. The lead vampire, the king, I suppose, got a big head, wanting to have all the power. They wanted the power; they wanted to be known. So one day, the king led an attack on us. Everyone that wasn't in the know of them was simply told that there was a bombing at the Ministry. That people had been killed because of terrorists. People believed us, not thinking we would lie to them about anything important. We eventually got all of the vampires under control, and we have them all under lockdown. We decided it was too dangerous to keep them in that state, so we started working on an antidote, to purge their blood of the disease. Many of the experiments went horribly wrong, most of them causing horrible pain, genetic mutations, mental explosions, and hallucinations. The strain in your blood, Ex. NO 107276P-B16, was the most promising, at first it cleansed the infected test subject, and we celebrated. He bore no vampirick symptoms. He didn't crave blood, and he didn't have an uncontrollable temper. The only thing that didn't leave was the enhanced senses." Draco watched Boomer's face grow gradually darker, grief evident.
"We should have known better- 3 weeks later, our patient was craving blood again. He was in a constant state of unrest; his senses always on hyper alert. In his brief moments of sanity, and I use that term loosely, he rambled on about how 'the Monster' was taking over, how it was killing him from the inside. He told our Doctor's they needed to get 'the girl' away from him, before the Monster took him for himself. We thought he was just going insane. But not more than a week later, he broke out of his holding cell and his partner was taken. When we found her, she was completely drained of blood. We found the patient, close to dead, nearby. He told us about how his mind had been overridden by the Monster, how the Monster had taken her and drank from her. He said that he had loved her, that the Monster was taking what he wouldn't. However, the girl refused him, spitting on him in disgust, he said the Monster got angry, taking her and all of her blood."Boomer paused, clearing his throat which had gotten thick from emotion. Draco didn't comment on the obviously personal connection between Boomer and these two people.
"He said that the Monster only wanted her, no one else. He told us about how the Monster would whisper thoughts in his mind, how they had conversations. The Monster told him that he would help him achieve greatness, anything and everything he wanted. He was reluctant at first, but he eventually gave in, allowing the Monster to take over, but the Monster merely destroyed him, who he used to be. The animalistic instinct in him, this 'Monster' in him, left as soon as Annalyce died. He lived no more than 3 hours after we found him, his body giving out from lack of blood. No matter what we gave him, O positive, AB negative, A, B; it didn't matter, his body rejected it all." Boomer shook his head, blinking the glaze from his eyes, venturing from the past to the present. His eyes trained on Draco, a hard resolve in his eyes.
"We don't know how you got a hold of that sample, but we will help you get through this, help you adjust. You will remain at school, and continue your studies. You are not to tell anyone of your infection, and anyone that knows will be sworn to secrecy." Draco nodded, not knowing who he would want to tell about this.
Boomer continued. "We think your situation will be similar to the patient's. You will probably be faced with this 'Monster'. According to the patient, it was extremely difficult to say no. It knows you inside and out. It is YOU, but a darker subconscious inside of you, like an inner demon made stronger by the alteration of your DNA. You will need to stay FAR away from things that can irritate you, or anger you in any way. It could make it easier for this Monster to break down your defenses; you need to stay level-headed. Moving on, I also believe that the Monster in you will go after who you feel most attracted to. It might not; you may have to be in love. Nonetheless, it could happen. It wants what you want, keep that in mind. It will take what, and who, it wants." Draco paled, his mouth going dry, and his eyes growing wide as he realized just who that was.
Boomer noticed this and he raised a questioning brow. "Who is she? You are aware you will have to stay away from her, right?" Draco snorted, mentally correcting the man on the whole female thing. Outwardly, he gave Boomer a short nod.
"We will need to know who it is," Boomer persisted, "or the Monster will take her. We need to get her to safety."
Draco wasn't stupid, he had picked up a few things from the story Boomer had told him. "Won't I die if you keep hi-her from me?" he asked.
Boomer noticed his little slip up. "You're… gay?" It was a statement, but Draco's response still came.
With a groan, Draco fell back on the uncomfortable hospital chair. "Yes okay! Look, can we just not talk about it? I get enough grief at home. I'm a disgrace as it is. Now, not only do we have a ponce in the family, but a vampire ponce. My father calls me a despicable wizard. The 1 and only who has managed to tarnish the Malfoy name." Draco's voice had risen, taking on a hard edge. He threw an arm over his eyes, blowing air out sharply through his teeth. He felt an unusual stir within him.
Boomer's quiet voice cut through his dark, sinister thoughts, "It matters not to me your preferences, nor does it matter to Dr. Montarn. We are concerned about the well-being of your love-interest…"
Draco cut him off abruptly. "I do NOT love him. I merely…appreciate his physical attributes." His words were slightly pitched, his tone defiant.
Boomer raised an eyebrow. "So, you're in lust with him?" Draco could hear the amusement in his tone, and fought down his rising anger. His temper was reaching new levels of incredulousness. The darkness began to color his thoughts with more brief flashes of misery.
"Yes." Draco snapped. Draco felt a sadistic pleasure as fear seeped into Boomer's face, the slight smile slipping from his face.
Boomer cleared his throat. "We need to know who it is." His voice was carefully controlled. "If you don't tell us, you could seriously harm them."
Draco shook his head sharply. "It doesn't matter, he can defend himself if the time comes. Besides, I don't see him as it is." Draco figured a little white lie didn't matter; besides, avoiding Harr-er-Potter would be easy. He would just be extra careful. Boomer's face betrayed his disbelief, but another glance at Draco prevented him from pressing the matter further.
"Remember," Boomer continued, "you will need to be extra careful. Try to stay away from situations that will make you snap and lose control. It will be hard, but you will need to make sure that you continue to say no to the Monster, when it emerges that is. Lastly, you will need to make sure you stay away from your lo-lust interest. I could make the Monster more active, or something along those lines." Boomer paused seeming to consider his next words carefully. "We would like you to meet us, as in Montarn and I, so we can do weekly checkups, to check your progress. We do not know how this infection will affect you. You are a new case. You are not a former vampire; therefore, there may be greater possibility of treatment- most likely not a full purifying of your blood, however, we may be able to make sure that this isn't hereditary, as well as limit the symptoms. We hope, by monitoring you and your changes, we will be able to make this experience easier for you. We may be able to smother the Monster, lessen its blows to your defenses."
Boomer continued, outlining what Draco to focus on. "I think it would be best if you were to make sure and pay attention to your inner thoughts when you're angry-
-End Flashback-
A sudden shout brought Draco out of his thoughts. "YOU WILL REGRET THIS! YOU HAVE BROUGHT THE MALFOY WRATH UPON YOURSELF!" Draco winced as his father's sharp yell pierced his sensitive ears. He covered his ears, a scowl prominent on his face as he stood slowly, stretching his aching back. Small sparks of pleasure danced under his skin as his bones popped.
He drew his mind back to the matter at hand as the doctor spoke, his voice calm, although holding a slight edge. "We cannot do that. That would be wrong. We will not perform simulations on innocent people to save your son. We do greatly regret what is happening to him, but that does not give him special rights to such things. We will help him as best we can, but it ends at the cost of other human lives." Draco's mouth dropped; shocked that his father wanted to have them test on people that were perfectly healthy so as to not have any impurities in the family. When Draco spoke, his anger was evident, "I must say, father, that I agree with the doctor. I will not have anyone die on account of my…infection." Draco struggled on the last word, but his words remained strong. "I can deal with this; no one is to be put on death row for me."
Draco's father rounded on him, glaring. "I am looking out for you, Draconis. You will do to well to remember I am your superior." His tone was clipped, and he quickly spun around to continue his debate with the doctor. Draco's fury burned, a pool of liquid fire gathering in his sternum and rapidly spreading across his ribcage, encasing him in white-hot anger. Draco's jaw clenched and he felt his canines lengthen slightly.
"Father," Draco interrupted, "I would prefer you listen to me and the doctor. I will not let such a thing occur on my watch." Lucius spun around, hitting Draco with a silencing hex. "You," he hissed, "will keep your trap shut, and do as I say." Draco narrowed his eyes, feeling his final barriers snap. His magic whipped and surged around him. He watched, feeling his twisted self laugh as the doctor and his father stepped back, looking like mice cornered by a cat. His magic snapped at the links of the hex impairing his voice. He felt it ripped away from him, and he let loose a low melodious laugh.
Lucius steeped forward, having regained his cool arrogance. "You will stop this instant, Draco. This is highly inappropriate Malfoy behavior."
Draco gave his old man another laugh, one lacking humor, before speaking. "Vos etiam reputes te compos me Patrem (You still think yourself in control of me, Father?)?" Lucius bristled, understanding every word from his son's mouth.
"I am in control of you boy. I am head of this family. I control everything, and you had better start listening to me and learning to respect me as well." Draco grinned, a malicious and thoroughly creepy smile. "Cur non habere bonum opus habeo faciem off? Vere dignum in quern vides (Why not have a good old fashion face off? See which one of us in truly worthy.)." Lucius snarled, his mouth opening, although never getting out a word before he was slammed into the stone wall behind him, a single unyielding hand clamped upon his throat. He lashed out, fighting harder as he felt the hand constrict tighter.
Draco felt his pleasure blossom and flourish. He slowly crushed his father's windpipe, single-handedly. At this, all of his walls feel, and he was open to the evil within.
Well, hello Draco. Are you enjoying yourself? I most certainly am.
Draco started, his hand going slack, allowing his father's limp body to slip to the floor with a slight –thunk-.
Aw, said the voice, why did you stop? We were having SO much fun.
Draco's mind snapped back to itself, listening to his "Monster's" voice, oh so much like his own laugh. He stared in horror, his eyes falling to his father's prone figure. What have I done?
Sooooooooo, what do you think? IM open to criticism and suggestions. Be as brutal if you need to be. You most likely wont hurt my feelings...or Carlsbad's.