Dark Angelus

Draco stood on the battle field, panting. The world had collided around him and he was in a sea of people fighting against each other. Hogwarts had pushed out it’s seventh years into a full out war against the Deatheaters. Draco had been on the supposed neutral side but really he was searching for one man that had escaped Azkaban. He wanted his father dead and he didn’t care how he did it. He had managed to avoid everyone until graduation, even going so far as to wait until Hermione went to her room late at night after studying. Of course the Golden Trio had much to do before the big battle, they had been rarely seen anymore and that suited Draco’s purposes perfectly. He didn’t need distractions and that is all they were.

He looked around at the carnage and started to drift, he had killed off a few Deatheaters, keeping out of the way of the Aurors and other such wizards, making sure that he stayed alive long enough to find his father. He stopped, his eyes falling on Hermione who was fighting, she looked unreal covered in dirt and was moving with a great power that came deep within her. She looked like some wrathful goddess bent on the destruction of her enemies. She was everything he had dreamed to want, she was perfect just like that and he was sad that he had passed up the chance to be with her. He looked towards Voldemort who was just waiting at the top of the hill for Harry to reach him. Draco decided that this wasn’t the place for him, his father would never leave himself so open. He’d be hiding, waiting for him and so he decided to make his name as the next Dark Angelus by killing off the little vampires his father had made out of a few of the Deatheaters…

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Hermione was screaming at the walls, she pounding on the wooden door, she was reduced to pacing, random thoughts jumped out of her mouth. There was noise on the other side of the door and she stared at it.

“Who’s there!” She demanded at long last, she felt so desperately trapped as she started to recognize the sounds coming from the other side. Screams of pain, someone was being brutally tortured. She was shaking as she slowly lowered herself to the cold stone floor. She felt her eyes start to droop, she had a long day of celebration over the defeat of Voldemort. It had been a month since the end of the long war that had left them all scarred, dead in a way. She felt like she had lost so much, what more could they do to her? Then it all ended in one blaze of glory, the shock wore off and then the grief started, so many parties were throne in her and her friend’s honor that she drowned herself in alcohol, drugs and loud music. It was all she could do to forget and now she was here.

“You’ll obey,” she heard a voice hiss, she vaguely recognized it. “Don’t make me bring out all the tricks I have in my bag,” the older male voice continued.

“Fuck you,” another voice replied, she also vaguely recognized that one. Both had cultured accents, silver blonde hair flashed through her mind but she was so tired that it barely registered, soon she was fully asleep.

Draco crawled towards the body laying curled on her side, Hermione looked untouched but anything could have happened to her. He had trouble seeing, his vision was starting to go, the blood cravings were so hard to overcome, it had weakened him so much that it was almost too easy for his father to capture him. He had failed and now the ones that he cared for paid the price.

“Please, leave her alone,” Draco breathed, rolling her onto her back, she looked fast asleep, peaceful even.

“I’ll leave you two alone but I promise you, if you don’t obey me and drain her completely, I will kill her myself, painfully,” Lucius threatened before walking out, slamming the door behind him. Draco clutched at his stomach and curled up into a corner far from Hermione.

“Draco?” Hermione breathed, blinking her eyes open on someone who looked like Draco but couldn’t really be, he was so starved looking, blood covered half his face and was matted into his once beautiful silk hair. She got up and looked down on his curled form. She then kneeled down and lightly touched the good side of his face, he groaned and curled even tighter into himself.

“G’way,” he murmured, swatting at the air, she smiled lightly then leaned down towards him. She saw him take a deep breathe, inhaling her scent, his eyes opened, they looked extremely glazed, he was almost blind she thought distractedly.

“Please…just go away,” He repeated weakly, she tilted her head.

“Always refusing what you truly are,” she shook her head, her soft honey colored hair caressing his arm.

“Don’t,” he closed his eyes and tried to go back into his pain filled mind. She sighed once more and leaned even further forward, turning her head to fully reveal her soft creamy neck to him. She put her hand on the floor behind him to balance herself, she felt her skin touch his soft lips as his hand snaked up, wrapping around her waist. There was a growl floating through the air as she felt eight fully developed fangs sink into her neck. She aligned herself fully against his body as she felt the drug from his teeth wash over her. It was a soft delirium that plummeted her into a strange, unknown place that she really didn’t want to leave. Draco ran his fingers through her soft honey silk waves, her heartbeat slamming through his body as blood washed over his tongue. As soon as he felt her heart start to skip, horror reverberated down his spinal cord like a quick electric shock. He unhook his teeth from her neck, he had rolled over so he was on top. He stared down on her pasty unhealthy looking skin, her eyes were closed, she was completely limp, docile. He moved away from her, lightly casting a healing charm on her neck. The skin knitted up and only a light bruise remained. He ran a nervous hand through his matted hair and felt his back hit the door. It opened and he was staring into his father’s eyes. He hadn’t realized how tall he had grown, he was nearly level with his towering father.

“Have you killed her?” Lucius looked past him to Hermione.

“No,” Draco responded, he growled in return.

“Then I will finish her,” Lucius moved to shove Draco out of the way. He was too fast, he slammed into his father, they tumbled back into the Malfoy Dungeon. Lucius choked, blood started to come out of his mouth. He had fallen on a morning star that was laying on the table behind them.

“I’m taking back what’s mine,” he said, hooking his arms around his father’s to keep him from moving and descended, taking a bite out of Lucius’ neck. He screamed, feeling his strength drain away as Draco tore out his throat savagely. Behind them Hermione stumbled to her feet and leaned against the door, fighting the dizziness of blood lose. She finally registered what was going on right before her. Blood was everywhere and Lucius Malfoy was nearly decapitated. That was about the time she started screaming. Draco turned to her and she stumbled backwards, falling and banging her head against the stone floor. Draco dashed towards her, scooping her up and getting the fuck out of there. He didn’t look back or he would have known that his father was trying to crawl after him, holding his ravaged neck together.

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