Love For Blood

Chapter Two

It was Draco's birthday. Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and Theodore just went home. Draco was a bit dizzy from them breaking into his father's Firewhiskey. He stumbled into bed after stripping from his jeans; planning to sleep in his grey sweater with his boxers. A small sigh escaped him after curling up in his blankets. He was out in seconds.

Draco woke up in searing pain. His mouth and back felt as though there was something ripping through him. He ripped the sweater from his body. It was almost like fire and ice were chasing each other through his veins. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. His mouth was in so much pain that he couldn't pry it open. Draco held his back in pain. It felt almost as though his vertebrae were inverting. He moved his hands upward towards his shoulder blades until he felt two hard, drenched knobs protruding from his back. He looked at his hands to see blood. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening. In a normal situation like this, he would have called his parents. However, it was the middle of the night and he reeked of alcohol from before. He didn't exactly want to be beaten at the moment.

He growled as another wave of pain washed over him. The pain had put him on his hands and knees. His mouth opened against his will as his canines were lengthed. The ripping of his back increased. So he sat in consistent pain for three hours before it eased. The ease took away the ripping, but an ache was left in its place. He heard a slight flutter and smiled. He walked to his full body mirror.

He smirked lightly. He was two inches taller at least. His shoulders were broadened and his muscles were beefier. Gorgeous pearl-white wings protruded from his back, the tips frosty blue. He smiled at the strong canines. It was his eyes that put him off. It wasn't like Snape said. He had only been fully transformed for a few minutes at most, and his iris' were flooded with blood red. It was a good look; Draco just wasn't expecting it.

He shook his head and decided to rid himself of dried blood and the scent of alcohol. He lightly turned on the shower, making sure the stream of water didn't touch or ruffle his wings. He sighed in relief as the water dulled the leftover pain to faint to a slight ache. The water washed over his new features with a relieving sensation. He washes the smell off of him with vanilla body wash. He gently weaved his shampoo covered fingers through his hair. He washed it out as he thought of the day ahead. He turned the knob to the water and got his towel and dried himself carefully.

He folded his wings softly and put a pure white sweater over them. He pulled on the everyday jeans and made his way to the breakfast table. He had forgotten his pigmented eyes until he heard his mother gasp when she looked at them.

"Draco, your eyes..." Narcissa breathed as he sat down. His father was also seated at the table.

"Yeah...Sev said that my eyes would only be like this if I was hungry. Which is what I don't understand, I just changed last night. How am I hungry?" Draco tilted his head in question.

"Odd, I'll owl Severus after Breakfast," Lucius stated simply and nodded towards Narcissa. She walked elegantly. She emerged after a few minutes holding a vile of red.

"Drink, Draco," she whispered, holding out the vile. He quickly realized what the red liquid was. He nodded and slowly took the vile from his mother. He opened it with hesitation. The smell reached his nose and he, all of a sudden, could feel how hungry he really was. He felt almost a primal urge come over him. He downed the red liquid in four gulps. It soothed his burning throat. His eyes fluttered slowly and his parents watched as the red drained from his iris'. Draco tilted his head forward again, a calm to him he rarely possessed. His face was relaxed and there was a slight red tint to the crease of Draco's lips. He placed the empty vile onto the table gently. His mother looked worried.

"Draco? Are you okay, sweetheart?" Narcissa questioned in concern. Draco nodded slowly.

"Fine, mother," Draco replied dully as though he was shutting down. He sat in silence as his parents watched him in worry. "Excuse me, I'm not particularly hungry," Draco sighed, pushing away his plate before walking slowly to his room. He pushed through the door and collapsed onto his bed. His parents showed in the doorway a short time later.

"What's wrong with him, Lucius?" Narcissa whispered.

"He's exhausted, Cissa. He was in agonizing pain for hours straight. Not to mention he took his first drink of blood. It puts you out of it..." Lucius replied to his wife in a whisper. She nodded solemnly. Lucius wrapped his arms around his wife softly. "Our little boy...Cissa," Lucius voice hit a tremor, "I'm so proud of him."

"I know, Lucius. He is truly beautiful," Narcissa stepped out of Lucius's arms and stepped forward. She laid a soft blanket over Draco and kissed his forehead. 'I love you' she mouthed. She walked back to the doorway. She took Lucius's hand and walked from the room, shutting the door lightly behind them.