Cause all you people are vampires

A/N
Long time, no see, huh? I was listening to my favourite bands and they had so wonderful lyrics that I’ll be using some bits of those in this fic. This is NOT a songfic, since I kinda hate ‘em.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Rowling or the lyrics you might see in this fic.


The rain started slowly. In a day all the heavy heath and yellow burn of that summer was gone. I was thanking the heavens in my mind as I noticed the cold, yet so comfortable blue of summer rain saving me from this hell.

When it rained, I didn’t have to cover my skin from the burning sun, I didn’t have to close my eyes from the awfully bright rays of light, I didn’t have to carry a fan with me every time I went outside.

I loved summer, I really did and I loved being outside, I just couldn’t stand the sun. When I think of it now, it makes me laugh; how could that stupid little thing, always been in the sky, never done a bad thing for me, be my greatest enemy? It was simply absurd, and still I hated it so much.

That summer, I think it was summer 2007, changed my whole life. I was just about twenty, not child but not an adult either. That summer killed my inner child though, and made me bitter. When I realised what had happened, the bitterness inside me just kept growing.

It kept raining for days and I loved it. Even though weather was getting colder by the day, I still loved the grey curtain falling silently from the heavens. Each and every one of those days was serene, so the raindrops poured straight down from the clouds.

Every night was darker than the latter and clouds kept getting heavier by the day. I knew the peaceful rain would turn to a thunderstorm soon, but it didn’t bother me. I loved thunder, the only thing that made it so uncomfortable for me was the fact that after a storm, the weather would get back to the sunny hell.

I guess I had a summer depression. I just couldn’t stand all the fake smiles around me. People seemed to think that if it’s sunny, one has to smile and when I didn’t, I had some serious problems. Like I was some freak for not getting all hyper for the fucking sun. On the sunny days I’d stay mostly inside, listening to the Libertines. Their music always had the amazing ability to make me feel good.

I had to get out of my apartment. Just because I knew the weather wouldn’t last like that for too long anymore and I wanted to enjoy the purifying sensation of rain. As I got out in the open air I had to stop to smell the awesome scents of the weather.

I walked with no aim, just followed my own two feet in the grey pulp. For once, I got the luxury of being no one as people hardly noticed anything but their own problems. I walked in London, amongst the red-bricked buildings and I could finally breathe, I felt myself so free.

I saw something or actually someone coming closer and closer as my feet lead me to this someone. This someone was sitting on the pavement, looking like a heap of wet, black clothes. As I got closer I could smell the scent of few days’ old alcohol oozing from this boy, a man actually as I was going to learn soon.


"Have you been drinking son, you don't look old enough to me"

“Oh, sod off!”

“Come on, it can’t be all that bad…”

“What would you know… mudblood”


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I hated rain, every time I heard a raindrop touch any surface it would remind me of so painful things one can’t even imagine without experiencing. Funny how mom always told me that if I didn’t behave someone would come and nail me to a wooden cross. That’s what she told me when I was a kid and she thought religion was rubbish.

I scared her like hell sometimes, but when I grew up I begun to change. I became more like her day by day, it all started when I didn’t care anymore. That Potter boy sure gave the last nail to my coffin when he didn’t want to be my friend. Well, it would’ve happened anyway, that was my destiny. It was the upbringing mom and dad believed in.

It was the values they believed in, it wasn’t right for a man of the Malfoy family to care about others. And how I wanted to care, oh I wanted so much to care about something. It’s ridiculous to whine about it now though, what’s lost is lost.

Then just before the final battle I changed again. I didn’t fight for Him, I didn’t fight for anyone. I didn’t believe in His values, but I wasn’t a wuss like the golden boy, so I decided to keep out of all that crap. Why was I supposed to be killed for either of them to get what they wanted?

It wasn’t my war to loose, not my battle to fight. So I went back home to mom and dad and they said I was as good as dead to them, they said: “You had the choice lad. You wouldn’t take it.” I wasn’t welcome to my own home anymore. Then I lost my will to care and realised I had cared all the time.

I needed to be alone, so I left as they asked. And I ran, I ran as fast as I could, I ran away from my life as it was. I ran for so long that my feet didn’t carry me anymore and I could taste blood in my mouth and still I kept on running.

I can’t remember when I stopped, I must have collapsed. For a lucky coincidence I had a job and my own apartment in London and that’s where I ended up. I felt so cold inside, it started from my stomach and spread through my whole body.

I wasn’t sad, I wasn’t even mad. I was just bitter. I’ve always hated bitterness in others and now I was like that myself. These things always happened when it rained, what a cliché. Those were my decisions, but now and again I feel I was a coward.

Then came the summer 2007 with the awful rains. It had been raining for days outside, I had been drinking for days inside. I had to get out of my apartment, so I took my Jack Daniel’s bottle and left.

For a while I a walked, but then I got tired of it all and sat down on the pavement. How could my life seem so empty and hollow? I was trying to swell in pitying myself when something distracted me. I heard someone walking towards me, but decided to ignore them. She started to talk to me and I knew it was her. Why wouldn’t she just mind her own business?


“Oh, it’s you! Quit being such an emo Malfoy. Now get up and I’ll take you to my home and hang you up to dry”

“Hang me up to dry, eh? Idiot…”

“Oh get a grip of yourself!”

“Sorry… In the dark it’s hard to know a friend”

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A/N That’s it, tell me what you think and we’ll see what’ll come out of this.

Quotes:

Arctic Monkeys - Perhaps Vampires Is A Bit Strong But...:
"Cause all you people are vampires"

Arctic Monkeys – Riot Van:
"Have you been drinking son, you don't look old enough to me"

Babyshambles – Sicks & Stones:
“They said I was as good as dead”

Dirty Pretty Things – Deadwood:
“You had the choice lad. You wouldn’t take it.”

Cold War Kids – Hang Me Up To Dry:
“Hang me up to dry”

Ted Leo & The Pharmacists – Counting Down The Hours:
“In the dark it’s hard to know a friend”