Dracoula: The Vampire Within

Dracoula

by Matt Coggins

Thousands of years ago, there lived (or- er... didn't live) an evil vampire named Dracula. He took many victims, but was finally crusified by Dr. Van Helsing.

The coffin Dracula's ashes reside in has traveled many miles from Transilvania to a large forest on the edge of Great Britian. The scientists on Dracula's case thought it best for him to be in solitude.

So, years later, a boy named Draco Malfoy was running through the forest when he stumbled on the box. It was marked Dracula. Malfoy new much about the evil vampire, and thought him to be somewhat as a role model. Malfoy collected some ashes in a small bag he had with him.

"What are you doing here, child?" said a misty voice behind him. Malfoy turned and came face to face to a centaur.

"I'm.. er... I'm getting help for my classmate back there, Harry Potter. He's been cornered by this hooded thing,"

"There's no time," said the centaur. "I'll go get him." And he galloped off.

Malfoy clutched the ashes tightly and went to get help.

***

Six years later, Malfoy was rummaging through his trunk when he found the long forgotten ashes.

He dropped the bag and froze. He should have ran right down to the Slytherin common room and told everybody of the mistake he made when he took the Vampire's ashes.

He should have, but he didn't.

Malfoy touched the ashes with his wand. Silver and green sparks flew out of the magic device. "Do it, Draco," said his father's voice in his head. "Do it, or you'll never be successful in my eyes,"

Draco knew what to do. "Moroccio," he chanted.

He felt his insides burning, and he was sure he was dead. He wasn't breathing. His heart wasn't beating. Yet somehow, he was there. He was thinking, and his brain was working. He was the living dead. He was a vampire.

Malfoy stood up. His hands were cold and clammy, but they could move. He ran his hands over his body, and only noticed two differences. For one, his front, side teeth were pointy and sharp. And as he ran his hands over his back, his shoulders were out of place, as if wings were growing there.

All of a sudden, Malfoy felt pain throughout his body. He had a thirst... a thirst for blood. His wings ripped through his robes and spread out in the air. He thrust them out and flapped them. He looked out the window and saw Gryffindor Tower at the other side of the grounds. Hermione Granger and some other girls were there. That was his midnight snack.

Malfoy flew out through the open window and into the warm September air. He reached into what was left of his pants pockets and took out his wand. With the magical weapon, he blasted the wall into smithereens and flew into the girls dorm. The girls screamed and tried to get out, but Malfoy locked the door.

With Hermione right in front of him, he slowly put his teeth on her neck and bit down.