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Truth be told, I was a bit nervous. I didn’t know what to expect from Mrs. Malfoy, but I was sure, from what my co-workers had informed me when they heard about it, that it wasn’t bound to be good. I bit my lip. Anxiety and I didn’t go together well, but I knew that I had at least a day to calm my nerves; that was just because it was just my luck to go and sit in a train all day.
For the second time that day, I drew my arms around myself and leaned against the window, studying the night outside. This town, I realized, was not all familiar to me; usually small towns had a central area, and all the houses were spaced out around it. However, everything was spread out here. Once we passed a movie theatre, and then ten minutes later there was a grocery store; there was no town square, and from here, I couldn’t see any houses.
Malfoy. He was standing on the first landing now, waiting for me to catch up, and even though I was afraid to admit that I was going at a slow pace, I knew I was. It seemed that whenever my thoughts consumed me as they did at time, I slowed down in everything I was doing; it wasn’t necessarily a good trait to have, but it helped me sort through the majority of my conflicting opinions.
The morning was cold inside the house, and I shivered as I walked down the stairs. Deciding to check on my patient, I made my way to that pair of French doors, and was surprised to see Narcissa Malfoy up and waiting for me. I smiled at her when I made my way into the room, and she nodded to me, watching my every movement carefully. I felt as if I were under a microscope, and she was the one looking through the lens.
All at once, the engine started and the car zoomed down the street. I wasn’t even given time to buckle myself into the seat, so I grasped onto the door handle with such an intensity that I never knew I had before. However, I looked back once, and I saw the mass of people scattered everywhere, with a tall, white-blonde haired man chasing after them, his teeth elongated.
All my senses were beginning to fade as the three voices, Malfoy’s, Narcissa Malfoy’s, and the new one, combined into one jumble. I was seeing only white now, and I couldn’t feel the floor beneath me or the wall at my back. I felt as if I were suspended in air, and I may very well have been, because I knew I wouldn’t have known the difference.
Then I felt a hand go across my neck in a stroking fashion, and opened my eyes to see that Mr. Malfoy was doing something very close to the lines of petting my neck, rubbing his hand against it. I shivered, and his smile grew. I knew then that there was no chance of escape, and resigned myself to the half-life I would be doomed live, forever with the thirst of human blood.
Time moved slowly, almost as if it were frozen, while Mr. Malfoy stood and righted himself. He shot a death glare at Malfoy, lingered in front of me with another longing look shot at my neck, and then left the room. A few moments or so later, the sound of a door being slammed, the front door, entered the room, and I exhaled deeply, unaware that I had held my breath at all.
“I DON’T CARE! THIS IS MY CHILD, NOT SOME RANDOM PERSON YOU FIND ON THE STREET! HELP HIM!” Narcissa Malfoy screamed at the top of her lungs, using so much energy that her face turned white and it seemed as if there was not the tiniest bit of life there.
There were some others – vampires I’d treated in the past, some who only fed on criminals and didn’t kill their victims, and others who killed everyone they beheld. I started shaking. Whatever room I was in, it wasn’t good. The entire mood of it breathed evil, and I was frightened more than inquisitive now. Then I noticed a table, pushed to a corner of the room, out of the way of the hanging talisman.
“Perhaps the death you took from my son will now show its vengeance upon you,” he told me, sneering. Then Mr. Malfoy backed out of the room, shutting the door silently behind him, and then I heard a strange noise, something that sounded sickeningly like a key turning in a lock.
Sighing again, I moved to the front room and sat down in a window seat, looking out onto a wide expanse of property that Mrs. Malfoy would probably never see again.
That voice belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy’s other sister. She and I knew each other quite well from her frequent stays at Hogwarts not so long before. After her stint in Azkaban, she’d gotten out on a technicality, Bellatrix had returned to her life of torturing Muggles, just out of the view of the Ministry. During her stays at Hogwarts while Headmaster Snape was still in place, she’d often taken the Cruciatus Curse to me as well as the Carrow siblings.
I sighed. My dearest wish was to sit on the curb of the street and cry, but I knew better than to do that this time of night. London in the early morning, before the sun rose, was a haven for drifters and drug addicts, two groups I did not want to run into while I was searching for a man who may save my patient’s life.
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