/N: Hello all! I'm here with the first book in my Realm of the Immortals (ROTI) series. This series contains the following: some violence, occasional swearing, supernatural themes, and very different versions of your childhood characters

I've been working on this for the past few years, and it is very important to me. Please review with your thoughts! Also, don't expect updates very fast. I'm very busy at the moment.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 – The Dark Angel

The bar was filled with laughter and music, the smell of alcohol thick in the air. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, despising the scent, and walked up the barmaid. He flashed her a wickedly charming grin, two sets of sharp fangs catching the light. His voice was smooth. "Wine if you please sweetheart."

Those sitting near him tensed. He glanced at each of them in turn, their faces a mixture of fear and anger. They know who I am. As if to prove his musings, whispers begun around him.

"Lumiere Vector…a skilled killer…"

"- Disgraced werewolf."

"They say he's nothin' more than a monster."

Lumiere snorted. Well, that one might be true. The years of killing and immortal life had arguably taken their toll on his mind. Over time he had grown to actually enjoy the slaughter, and sometimes he wouldn't do it for money or vengeance.

Sometimes it was just for fun.

Taking his glass of wine from the bartender, he scanned the area around him. Creatures of all species interacted, some breaking out into drunken brawls. He watched with mild interest as a witch and a gargoyle fought, the witch knocking out the larger creature by breaking a glass over his head. Clearly pleased with herself she returned to her seat and continued talking with her friends as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a figure seated at a table the back of the bar. His eyes met with golden ones. Lumiere stood and walked over, the glass of wine in his hand. Nearing the stranger, he took in his appearance. The golden-eyed man was muscular, his lips pressed in a thin line. Three scantily clad blonde females sat around him, draping themselves over his body.

Lumiere sat opposite him, placing down his glass. "Hello Gaston."

He raised a brow, "You knew I would be here."

"Aye."

"I have many loyal friends in this place. Don't start any trouble, Lumiere."

One of the blonde women glanced up to observe the stranger before her, the one that Gaston had called Lumiere. He looked like some kind of gothic depiction of a traditional English gentleman from centuries past. He was tall and pale with a handsome face, his dark eyes gleaming with rage. His long blonde hair fell to just past his nape and was tied back in a ponytail. He wore a dress shirt, vest and trousers and shoes, all black.

Lumiere briefly looked at the delicate female clearly admiring him, before turning his attention back to Gaston. He grinned, mischief gleaming in his eyes. "Wouldn't dream of it."

The other man growled, his deep voice holding an angered tone. "What are you doing here?"

"I am here on behalf of my Master."

"What does he want with me?"

Lumiere tensed, preparing to attack. "You know full well. You killed half of the pack. He wants you dead for that."

Gaston chuckled, almost amused by the situation. "So he sent you to kill me?"

"No. Instant death is too good for you." Standing from his chair, he slipped a hand into the pocket of his trousers, "I'm merely supposed to capture you." Before the other man could move, Lumiere held a sharp dagger to his throat. The blonde man grinned in triumph, lowering his voice threatening. "Now, unless you want your blood to be the new paint of this place, you'll come with me quietly."

Gaston narrowed his eyes, standing slowly. "Very well."

Lumiere glanced briefly at the three blonde women as they stayed on the couch. "Forgive me ladies, but I hope you can understand."

Confused and terrified, they shifted into the corner. "O-Of course Sir."

Lumiere grunted in pain as a punch was delivered to his face. He stumbled back, managing to stay on his feet. He glowered at Gaston and grinned, spitting blood on the ground. "Got a bit of fight in you, hmm? This should be fun."

Gaston advanced, "Don't see why you thought you could take me. You can't even turn." He smiled teasingly, "Must be horrible, being such a freak of nature."

Lumiere's grin only widened, "Freak? I'm known by a different name these days." He lunged forward, punching the other man in the head. Lumiere then lashed out with his dagger, slicing him across his knees. Gaston began to fall to the floor from the shock, but the blonde man caught his arm, delivering a hard kick to his side.

Gaston rolled to the floor, before he began to stand slowly. Lumiere thrust his elbow into his opponent's head, before tackling him to the ground. Gaston growled, managing to throw the other man off him and into the wall.

Lumiere moved with amazing speed, stabbing his enemy in the shoulder with his dagger. The blade tore through the skin and muscle, and Gaston let out a shout of pain. Ripping the blood-soaked weapon from the other man's shoulder, Lumiere shoved him to the ground.

He glowered down at the bleeding, wounded werewolf Beta. "Hmm, I wasn't even trying and yet you look about ready to cooperate. Remind me, how the hell are you a feared Beta?"

Gaston snarled. "You're still nothing more than a freak."

Lumiere placed a boot on his chest. "As I said, I'm known by a different name these day. The Dark Angel, to be exact. Now, are you going to come with me, or are we going to have another problem?"

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So…what do you think? Please comment, I would love to hear your thoughts.

Do you like the new Lumiere? And if you're a Hellsing Ultimate fan, can you guess who I based him on?

I'll hopefully see you soon. It all depends on my busy life.

Love you all!

~Babetteisawesome