Dark Angelus

Draco looked around the Great Hall with Snape next to him as he glossed over face after young face. He kept wanting to run, he wasn’t ready, he knew he wasn’t ready. He didn’t want to become what his father is, a man so torn by duty, family and evil that he was a twisted shell of the man Draco once knew. Lucius had hidden so much from his family, including the fact that he was a three hundred year old half vampyr. It was always rumored that Draco wasn’t entirely human, he was too ethereal looking, he could even be part veela. Vampyrs maybe a distant cousin from the harpy like beauties but his father was something more ambitious. All vampyrs have one thing in mind, to keep themselves alive so it stood to reason that they should keep their identities a secret, that being said, they must lead normal lives. His mother was a vampyr, his father a wealthy noble pureblood wizard. His father or in Draco’s case grand father, needed, demanded an heir from his beloved, gorgeous wife. She pulled a lot of strings to get the right spell and Lucius was born.

“Well?” Snape hissed impatiently.

“There’s too many distractions, I can feel so many different energies,” Draco replied distractedly. The Malfoy’s weren’t the only wizarding family to have non human blood in their family.

“We don’t have time before I have to join the others at the front table,” Snape worriedly glanced at the gathering professors.

“Go, we won’t find them tonight,” Draco replied, walking into the Great Hall and taking his seat across from Blaise and next to Pansy.

“Them?” Snape breathed, feeling a sinking sensation in his gut.

Draco sat rocking on the battlement of the astrology tower. He felt the hunger pains coursing through his body as the wind blasted his platinum locks away from his face. He felt like he wanted to die, he felt more than cursed, he felt betrayed. The feeling never went away. His father had told him that he would live for a very long time and that he didn’t have to worry about disease or about being weak. He could do anything but his father never mentioned anything about the pain, about the cravings, about the never ending hunger. Snape tried to help with different potions but because he wasn’t a full vampyr, they never really worked. He didn’t need blood but it was still there, eating away at the back of his skull, constantly making itself known. He couldn’t get close to anyone, the touch of another person on his bare skin brought him near to convulsions at times, other times it was a shock straight to his brain that left him blinded. He wanted to rip his spinal cord from his body and beat his grandmother with it but she had been killed a long time ago during some misguided witch hunt.

“Thought you would be up here,” Blaise murmured as he opened the hatch and climbed up.

“This isn’t the time to be around me, you know that,” Draco breathed, trying to keep himself still.

“I wish you would trust me,” Blaise said, standing next to him.

“I do but I don’t want to put you in danger…don’t want to kill you,” Draco glanced up at his longest companion.

“I know you better than that, I think you have better strength than that,” Blaise smirked.

“I’ve been such a fool, thinking only about how great it’ll be to become this all powerful vampyr, they don’t tell you about the costs,” Draco replied. He had been a sniveling, self centered brat until he turned 17 and his vampyr blood came to age within him. He had brute strength but crippling hunger pangs.

“There’s something that’s been bothering you lately besides the blood,” Blaise observed.

“I think it’s because Dumbledore is dead, I think the vampyrs have come to Hogwarts. I can smell them, they’re dead corpses and I can sense them, they don’t try to even hide themselves,” Draco breathed, looking off into the darkness. To think he had once been afraid of it, now he was something that went bump in the night.

“That is bad,” Blaise replied, Draco buried his chin into his knees again.

“Leave me, I just need time to think this out,” Draco looked pleadingly up at his friend who finally nodded and left. His father was once called the Dark Angelus and had lived to kill The Blood Clan, vampyrs who hunted without reason or conscious, demons all of them. Now his father had become one of them, he had given into the darkness and it fell on Draco to be the next Dark Angelus. He wanted to shoot a bullet through his own cursed heart. He finally sighed and got up, turning and walking back down the way he came. He stopped at the sound of voices arguing. He peered into an empty classroom where Harry and Hermione were shouting back and forth while Ron lurked in the background.

“I don’t think you need to put yourself in that kind of danger,” Hermione screamed.

“I’m the only one who can do it, you know this ‘Mione,” Harry protested, desperately trying to make her understand.

“You have to be careful, don’t go looking for more than you can handle is all I’m saying,” she growled back, Draco moved on. They had no idea about evil. They played war with a madman. In the end, Voldemort was just another mortal, Draco had bigger problems. He finally made it to his dorm, he was Head Boy along with Hermione being Head Girl. He was the smartest even if it didn’t show all that much. He collapsed onto his bed and tried to contemplate his next move. The vampyrs were looking for something and he almost didn’t care. He just wanted to be normal, like he had been. Be a wealthy pureblood with wealthy pureblood problems, not this, anything but this. A long life of killing, hunting for a cause he really didn’t believe in. The world was a big place out there while his life was small like a bubble, what did he care of vamps taking over, he had a leg up on all the rest of the cattle around him.

The sun slammed into his eyelids. He groaned and rolled over, not wanting to get up just yet. He felt hands slide up his body and cup his face. He breathed in deep, feeling completely at peace as fingertips ran over his cheeks. He moaned, feeling a body press down on him, rubbing against him. Lips descended on his neck, licking a hot line down to his collar bone, he groaned, trying to grind back. He blinked open his eyes to an empty room, he started to panic, sitting up as the feeling disintegrated around him. He walked numbly to the bathroom, looking into the mirror.

“Malfoy!” Hermione exclaimed, covering herself with her towel, she looked just about ready to get into the shower.

“Sorry,” He mumbled and made to leave.

“Nice hicky by the way,” Hermione smirked at him, he frowned and turned back to the mirror. A bruise ringed two puncture wounds on his upper neck, right underneath his left ear.

“Fuck me,” he breathed and walked out, slamming the bathroom door behind him. He didn’t want to admit Hermione looked gorgeous in just a fluffy white towel or that she actually had an appreciative look on her face as she ran her eyes down his bare torso. He got dressed and made it to breakfast. He found himself staring at Hermione who was staring back at him, a slight smirk on her face. He felt a light blush run over his cheeks as he looked down on his untouched food. He felt his stomach churn at the sight before getting up and leaving to his first class, thankfully devoid of Gryffindors.

Notes:…it’s interpretive and I made my Blaise long before the movies ever came out. Thank you for reviewing.