The Vampire's Mark

The Vampire’s Mark

Chapter 1 of 7

Disclaimer: All characters, original story plot, etc. are the creation of one of my favorite authors, J. K. Rowling. They do not belong to me however much I wish it were so. If they were one of the events in The Order of the Phoenix and most of The Half-Blood Prince would never have happened . (I love you, Padfoot!) I have merely borrowed them in a twisted attempt to amuse myself and hopefully a few others. Lawyers, please be aware I have no money should you or your client decide to litigate. The only thing I own outright is my collection of Rock, Metal and Alternative Rock CDs, and NO, you cannot take them. (A few aren’t even mine.) If you’re nice I might let you borrow one, though I doubt it if you’re trying to sue.



The Bloodlust rules my actions as I prowl the noisy, darkened club for my next meal. Men and women, coupled and single, straight, bi, and gay, surround me. The tantalizing smell of blood overwhelms me, threatening to send me into sensory overload. The Hunger is close to the surface. It struggles against my self-inflicted bonds. I must feed soon.

I walk through the throng of tempting nubile bodies and search for one to make mine for the evening. As I look the loud music, laughter, and talk assault my sensitive ears. Flashing lights reminiscent of a disco force me to blink repeatedly. I ask myself why I came here. Resolving to find a quieter place next time, a library or nice park perhaps, I make my way to the bar and order a glass of their best merlot.

A minute later the pretty brunette hands me a wine glass filled halfway with dark red liquid. I take a small sip and promptly spit it back into the goblet.

“Sir, I’m so sorry.” She grimaces. “Did it go bad?”

“No. Just a poor vintage.” I take a bill out of my wallet and slide it across the counter. “Keep the change.” Slight disappointment at the lost opportunity of a glass of good wine my breath catches as I spot a head of gold and silver. Even at the distance between us I see the locks are a natural sunny blonde that have been artfully streaked with palest almost white blonde. The effect is startling.

I drift closer needing to see the face that goes with that beautiful hair. The person’s back is to me and I’m only meters away. I watch as the lithe body sways and moves seductively to the beat of the music. A hint of spice lingers in the air near them. The song, one of my favorites ‘Sweet Dreams’ by Marilyn Manson, ends and the captivator turns toward me.

He’s bloody gorgeous.

The mystery man notices me looking and gives me an appraising glance. Lush pink lips curve into a smile and he walks to the bar, away from me.

“Let the games begin,” I say to myself. I chuckle and move quickly, as only one of my kind can.

I arrive before Adonis and his female companion. His startled expression at my sudden appearance is priceless. I can tell he’s usually quite talented at hiding his emotions. He orders a scotch neat and the girl a gin and tonic. She catches my eye and grins. Her eyes drift to the man she’s with and back to me. She leans in to whisper in his ear, smiles once more at me, and returns to the dance floor.

Alone at last with this unexpected treat I resist the urge to lick my lips. He finally lifts his head and grey orbs meet chartreuse. We study each other intently. I let my gaze cover his aristocratic features, broad shoulders, and long legs encased in tight black jeans. I lift my vision higher and linger over the chest revealed by a see-thru mesh green shirt. I drag my eyes away from the display to settle on his face and almost laugh. He like so many others before him appears dazed, pupils dilated, mouth slightly open, hands clenched at his sides.

I’m use to humans, and a few vamps, being put under my spell simply with my good looks alone. I’ve seen myself and not to brag but I can see it; a long, lean frame with just the right amount of muscles, and light green eyes that almost glow, hair of the darkest ebony drifts just below my shoulders, dark red lips women swoon over. Sometimes a blessing, sometimes a curse my appearance is unlikely to change so I’ve learned to put it to good use.

My Adonis’s expression changed from appreciative to puzzlement in the blink of an eye. “Potter?”

“Excuse me?”

“Is that you, Potter?”

“My name is Samuel.”

“Oh. Sorry. You look like someone I knew in school. I’m Draco by the way, Draco Malfoy.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Draco.”

He stared again. “It’s uncanny. Only the eye color is different...and the hair. His was always sticking up everywhere,” he says to himself. Shaking his head he asks, “Are you related to any Potters?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Hmm. Merlin, I mean geez, I’m being very rude, aren’t I? Please forgive me. It was just such a shock seeing someone who looks so much like Potter.”

“Merlin?” I lowered my voice. “You’re a Wizard?”

“Yes. You?”

I nod. “Small world.”

“It is indeed.” He fell silent, still sneaking peeks at me through lowered lashes occasionally.

‘This’ll be easier than I thought.’ “It’s awfully noisy in here. Would you care to join me at the café next door?”

“I’ll just let Monique know I’m leaving.” He disappears and when he returns a becoming blush stains his cheeks. “Don’t ask,” he mutters weaving his way to the exit.

Outside he smirks. “Looks like your little coffee shop is closed, Samuel.”

‘No, really?’ I think but what I say is, “Damn.” I hang my head in what I hope is a despondent way.

“I like tea better anyway,” Draco says patting my shoulder.

“I…um…have some at my place. I mean…if you want to we could get to know each other better.”

“Earl Grey?”

“Is there any other kind?”

A brilliant smile lights his face. “I’m in. How do we get there?”

I look around, grab his arm, and respond with, “Hang on.” I apparate us to my home on the outskirts of town.