Prologue: "Afer the Heart Stops Beating"
Life is a dance. A dance over boundaries of sleep and consciousness. A dance over minutes and hours. A dance over the fine line between the living and the dead. And Draco Malfoy’s sorrowful pirouette landed him far, far over that line.
Draco opened his eyes. He was lying in a dark alley behind a restaurant. He remember a man, no a boy, about seventeen years old. Christopher. He was the one that brought Draco out here, he was the one who... who had... turned him... He sat in silence, thinking, until a noise caught his ears. He snapped his head to the right, seeing only darkness. Then he realized what he had heard. It was a leaf. How could hear and see this tiny thing in complete darkness was beyond him, and he decided he didn’t want to know.
Draco stood. His legs tingled with the lack of blood flowing through his veins. However, it was a numb tingle. He strangely felt as though he could not feel... He shook his head as these confusing thoughts tumbled around in his head without anything registering. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on anything but what had happened. He took a cautious step, and was rewarded by more tingling and a dull pain rushing up and down his leg. He hissed in surprise, and shook the tingling away. After a couple of moments, he had gotten used to walking. The pain had subsided and now he was left with the strange numbness.
“Hey!” Draco turned as he heard this yell. There was a dark figure in the shadows of the alley. The figure did not move. The voice spoke again. “Are you ready to join our league?” he whispered in a deep voice. The voice was deep and mature, the figure tall. It was Christopher. He had been watching as Draco struggled. Draco gulped, not quite sure of what this meant.
“League?” he asked, a slight tremor in his voice.
“The living dead. You are one of us now. I am your Master.” He said mysteriously as he stepped slowly from the shadows.
Christopher’s face glowed slightly, so pale that it reflected the little moonlight that was floating in the night sky. His hair was dark as the night air around them, his mouth was full and red, looking almost too red, but not unnaturally red, complementing his smooth complexion. His eyes were black. They were two pools of blackness that seemed deeper than the night itself.
“Like what you see?” The man sneered, watching the newly turned boy stare. Draco shook his head as seductive thoughts began to run through his mind almost without control. He shook his head anxiously, as if trying to get water from his ears. The man threw his head back and laughed, his voice reverberating through the still night. He chuckled and walked over to Draco, who looked shocked at the things going through his mind.
Christopher ceased his teasing of the boy and put his arm around his shoulders affectionately, watching in amusement as Draco jumped. His touch was almost electric, but in a strange, lazy way. “I like you, kid. And because of that, I’ll show you how to keep yourself alive until morning.”
A/N: ok, so there’s the prologue!! Hope you all liked it; it’s a work in progress! And as for all of you vampire know-it-alls, bear with me! Once again, trying to stray from my comfort zone, so constructive criticism is always welcome and let me know what I can do to make it even better!
