Monsters by Nightfall

Draco's first course of action in his plan to seek revenge, was making himself a sandwich.

The task seemed more than peculiar to the blonde, but since Dobby had left them and their other house elves were busy, Draco had made his way to the kitchen by himself.

Once the vampire had finished putting down layer after layer, an ever repeating, semi stable tower of bread, mayonnaise, salad, tomato, cream cheese and avocado, had been created.

Draco was quite proud of his work. He also hadn't eaten normal food all day, since his parents seemed otherwise occupied. Therefore, you might understand his frustration, when, on their way to his mouth, the layers of bliss and harmony suddenly collapsed before his eyes and flopped to the ground.

Glad for his Vampire reflexes, Draco quickly reached down and saved the fallen layer short of the ground. Sadly, the underside of the layer he had safed, was the mayonaise and cream cheese laced bread.

So now he still had all of his food, but his hand was covered in a heavy coating of white- yellowish sauce as well.
Frustrated, Draco tried to stabilise his tower again, before he turned and went looking for a sink.

How complicated could an elf-kitchen be?

To Draco's repeated unluck, though, he did not find a sink. At least not in this kitchen. But before he could make his way up to find another, the doorbell chimed through the elf-quarters.

Draco had never heard something as annoying as the shrill tone of it before. It was more of a scream than a chime and Draco wanted the noise to stop harrassing his sensitive ears.

So in an act to safe himself the pain, the white haired boy made his way upstairs to the main entrance of the manor.

With mayonnaise clad fingers he hurried over to the door.
He didn't think much of it, ready to make whoever stood behind it regret they ever came and hurt the malfoy heirs sensitive ears.
Most likely however, he was just gonna tell them to come in, so whatever demon that was trapped in their doorbell would stop its screeching.

Draco fortunately didn't need to touch anything for the door to open, so he just kind of stood there awkwardly in the darkened hall, staring into the burning light.

The figure which stood before Draco, seemed to be almost consumed by the sunlight from behind.
When they stepped closer, however, their shape became clearer.
Another step and Draco could discern the blunt features of the man before him.

Draco had to lift his head to look at the tall man's face, trying to make out any recognizable traits to identify him.
But Draco came off blank.
This was the first time he'd ever seen the guy.

The man's head was decked in white long hair, resembling Draco's father from afar. The hair was the only similarity between the two though.

Where his fathers face was more pale and pointed, the face of the man before him was stern and brutal-looking and formed like a rectangle with a mostrosity of a chin.
While Lucius' eyes were grey and cold, this man's were two black holes that disguised themselves as eyes.

Draco had never met a dementor, but when the lifeless gaze of the man hit Draco, he felt like this must be the effect that they had on people.

With only one look thrown his way, Draco could feel the happiness drained out of his body. His heart freeze over.
What an unpleasant man.
And when the man smiled, Draco wanted to run back to his mother and cry.

"Draco, I presume."
The two black holes roamed over Draco, lingering at his little mayonnaised hands. Draco could see the disgusted sneer flash over the others face before he schooled his expression again.

Draco didn't say anything, just stared at the other.
"Is your father present?"
The man went on.

"Yes."
Draco's voice broke a tid bit, so he cleared his throat and tried again.
"Yes. He's in his study."
"Very well then. Would you bring me to him?"
Draco narrowed his eyes at the man. His father hadn't told him to expect visiters today. Who was this man to just barge in here unannounced?

"Wait here. I'll go and notify my father about your arrival."
Draco didn't wait for the mans answer before making his escape up the grand staircase. He didn't really like doing a house-elfs job, but the man frightened him too much to stay in one room with him for longer than a minute.

-

His fathers study was situated at the end of the hall. Normally the tall dark walls that seemed to get narrower and narrower the closer you came to the door at the end, made him feel uneasy. But now he almost welcomed the dark corridor.

When Draco knocked on the door with his clean hand, the sound reverberated back at him from the hallway walls. He wasn't sure whether his father had heard him and was about to knock anew when there were muffled steps inside.
The study was placed under a muffliato charm, but it wasn't strong enough to keep vampires from listening in.

Draco hadn't bothered telling his father that, since he was pretty sure it was to stop Draco specifically from listening in. Draco didn't want to give up his favorite past time of taking part in the ministry's gossip and intrigues. It was fun to know things people didn't want you to.

Sometimes Draco even thought his father knew, that he sometimes listened in, or at least tried to - once a few years back, Lucius had found him with his ear to the door, unapologetically trying to decipher what they were saying inside.

So when, on some days, there wasn't even a muffliato charm in place, Draco saw it as somewhat of an invitation to listen in.

Now, the silencing charm was in place though, and the door opened before Draco.

Lucius Malfoy looked like he hadn't slept in days.
Of course, to the public eye, people ghat didn't know him, he looked like he always did. His angular jaw clean shaven. His long pale hair fanning over his shoulders, making him look almost angelic.
His dark robes fitted neatly to his frame.

The only thing that gave him away were the pale circles under his eyes and the halflidded eyes, threatening to fall shut.

"What is it Draco?"
Draco swallowed before clearing hys throat again and looking up.
"There is a man for you at the door father."
"Who is it?"
"Well..."
Draco hadn't really stayed long enough to ask for a name.

"Lucius Malfoy."
Father and son turned to look back down the hallway, from where the other man had spoken.
"Corban Yaxley."
Draco's father replied. Voice now cold and stern.

A shudder ran down Draco's spine.
"Your child was so kind as to let me in."
Lucius eyes flicked over to Draco, just now noticing his dirtied hands, if the disgusted glance towards his fingers was anything to go by.

With the wave of his father's hand, Draco was clean, and Lucius eyes were trained back onto his guest.

"I didn't know you were coming Yaxley."
As close up as Draco was, he could see the disdain in his father's gaze. So Lucius didn't like this Taxley guy either. What was their relation then? Where they collegues? Related? Lucius did hate most of his late family. So perhaps that was it. But the pale hair was a hereditary gene in many pureblood families. And Draco had never even heard of the guy.

Suddenly his father's eyes were on Draco again.
"Thank you Draco. You can go."
The boy nodded sharply and hurried back to his room. Before he had even arrived at his door, the two adults had already disappeared back into the study.

Draco really wanted to listen in and find out more, but he was already halfway out the door when he remembered his sandwich and his original plan of finding the killer of his childhood. And Draco really didn't want his father to find him spying again. He already was in the mans bad grace for looking unpresentable in front of guests. So, who could blame Draco for spending his afternoon, staining old books with layer after layer of sandwich goodness.