Blood Mage Chapter 1, a Harry Potter + ManHua/Chinese Comics/漫画 Crossover fanfic

Hello peoples! I said I was working on a crossover and here it is! This is the first chapter and I want to see how people like it before I post anymore chapters so please favorite this and review! I would like to say thanks to Lightning Blade for looking this over and giving me some ways to make it better (I took the advice and I think it's loads better because of it) so give Lightning a big round of applause! *everyone claps real loudly*

Disclaimer: I own the world! Muahahahaha! *cough cough hack cough* Just kidding, I own nothing... *cries out in dispair*

And now, without further ado, you can read the first installment of 'Blood Mage'! And don't forget to tell me what you think. ;)

P.S. Instead of in England, this is going to be in America since I know next to nothing about what life in Europe is like... If you notice any other errors, please feel free to let me know! I'm open to the world when it comes to oppinions!

Life had never gone in favor of a certain black haired, green eyed boy with a lightning scar on his forehead. When he was born, he was one of those babies who'd gotten pink eye from the mucus in his eyes. By the time he was a month old he was diagnosed with chronic earaches. Five months old he was kidnapped during his napping hour by a psyco maniac who loved praying off babies…

Let's skip over everything from there till he was fifteen months exactly. On October thirty-first a mad psyco killer broke into his home and killed his mama and papa right in front of him while laughing like the maniac he was. When Mr. Killer went to kill the poor boy, the police broke into the house and arrested him so the psychopath was only able to leave the aforementioned lightning shaped scar. The boy's mothers elder sister, Petunia, was called in with her husband, Vernon, and was forced to take the boy in.

Over the years since then, the boy had been neglected, mistreated, denied basic privileges of rights guaranteed in the U.S. constitution, and used as a slave. No, life didn't go in favor of the scarred boy; it down right hated his guts! Most children do not cook and do all the housework by the age of three and they definitely don't get beaten on a regular basis nor denied food and they sure as hell did NOT live in a tiny cupboard under the stairs. Maybe it wasn't just life who hated the poor boys guts but Fate, Destiny, and that other crap as well.

However, all of that changed a week before his sixteenth birthday; his cousins sixteenth birthday to be exact. His uncle had bought his cousin, Dudley, a gaming helmet; and it wasn't just any helmet either. It was the first Second Life Helmet that his uncle had bought special and had paid loads of extra money to have some special perks installed for his precious little Dudders.

Dudley however, had a different take on this matter. You see, Dudley was obsessed with playing a different online game called 'The World' which he'd beaten his cousin into playing with him so that he could continuously kill him when he was asleep as well as beat him up while he was awake. So when Dudley opened that particular present, he threw one of his most famous fits and the value of that gaming device was forgotten as it, like all the other things of Dudley's that he no longer wanted, went straight to the poor neglected cousin.

This cousin's name was Harry, and only Harry fore he did not know his last name at all – in fact he didn't even know his actual first name until he started school. Now, Harry did not know of these perks on the gaming device or he never would have dreamed of going within three feet of it for fear of retribution. But he did not know, so he gladly accepted the device and stored it in his bedroom – closet – to use that night.

That night after finishing his chores – daily servitude and worship – Harry quickly took a shower – he was not allowed to spend more than five minutes in the bathroom at a time for fear that Dudders ran out of water when taking his hour long showers – and ran for his room – closet – under the stairs. On his way he quietly grabbed the kitchen scissors to open the box so that Aunt Petunia didn't know that they were momentarily missing. He was so excited that he accidentally cut his finger while opening the box and he didn't even feel it – though he probably wouldn't have felt it anyway since it was such a small pain to him that it was barely a twinge.

As he returned the scissors he noticed the blood on the metal and quickly washed it off and cleaned his finger and put a Band-Aid with Neosporin on it so that in the morning he wouldn't be beaten for contaminating the food with his 'filthy blood'. As he put the first-aid kit pack in the medicine cabinet he was shoved out of the bathroom by his cousin who was going to take his usually long shower that seemed to be a ritual that didn't help his B.O. one bit…

He was given a quick beating - courtesy of Vernon - before going back to his room – for not getting out of Dudders' way in time. Once he'd gotten his wounds cleaned out and wrapped in the downstairs bathroom he was finally ready to get to bed and play his new game. He put the headset on and lay down on his bed on his stomach to prevent his back from hurting more than it already did from the beating – he was used to this routine – and turned on the headset.

He was falling… falling in darkness that engulfed him completely in its depths… Was it supposed to be like this? Did he break it? If he did he knew he'd never get a second chance at this, so he hoped that he didn't… He hoped…

All of a sudden, he stopped falling. Then, the lights turned on and he was in a big room whose floor looked like a chess board and the chess pieces were hand carved from marble and obsidian. Harry did the only thing one in his situation could do – he gapped. Everything was so life like and pretty that he didn't even notice the floating chair with a female sitting on it looking at his curiously.

"Hello, and welcome to Second Life. This is your first time playing, so please give us a moment to scan your body and record your vocal frequency. That way, you will be able to immediately enter the game once you put the game helmet on," the female said, startling Harry and making him jump.

Weren't all the introductions done by girls in The World as well, Harry thought to himself as he waited for the scan to complete. Are all the people who do the introductions female? Isn't that sexist?

"Okay, the scan is complete! Now you may begin the character creation process. Before we do that however, I have to remind you of a few very important rules," she looked at him pointedly to see if Harry was still paying attention and not off in La-la-land like most guys seemed to be when confronted with a beautiful girl such as herself – especially the rich ones who could afford the customized headsets that allowed some perks to be added. "You will only have one chance to create your character. Once you've completed the creation of your character, you cannot change your name, race, or your appearance. Got it?"

"So I can't recreate my character ever?" Harry asked confused. He knew he should have read the handbook that came with the set. He'd been too excited to start playing and ended up forgetting about it completely.

"In order to preserve the very high realism of Second Life, each person can only have one account and one character. There is absolutely no exception to this. If you die, you return to the rebirth point and as a result, you lose one level. Kapesh?"

"Why are you talking to me like I'm an idiot?"

"No offense but, I've gone over this so many times already and most of the people who do play this game are idiots who wouldn't know a book if it hit them in the face," the woman in the chair said dryly.

"Oh… that makes sense… kind of…"

"So, would you like to begin creating your character now that I got those fine points out of the way?" the woman asked nicely.

"Sure, I guess…"

"Good, to start, please select a race." Before she'd even stopped speaking, the room filled with hundreds of seemingly living characters – some of which were sitting on the chess pieces. The races varied from humans to elves to dark elves to dwarves to who knows what else.

After barely even five seconds Harry's eyes began to spin and the woman looked at him piteously. After a few more moments of this she took pity on his poor soul and said "Pick whichever race you like first; I will explain it to you. Take as much time as you need; especially since you won't get to reroll."

Harry looked up at her with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thanks, can I please see the elves and angels; all of the subspecies in those please?" Harry was used to those races because they were very weak compared to other classes – all the easier for Dudley to kill him quicker and get it over with.

"Sure thing; and call me Hermione since I presume we will be here for a while," She smiled at him and he smiled back gratefully as all the races except the ones specified poofed out of existence.

"Which one's best for spell casting?" Harry asked hesitantly. He's always been the mage in the group since none of Dudley's friends – or Dudley for that matter – trusted him as the priest or any other class.

"They're all quite good for spell casting but each has its own strengths," Hermione said in a knowledgeable voice. "Though I honestly think that the Angel races are better for spell casting since they can fly while casting but they can also do minor heals without being one of the classes that can heal… They also get their own set of really good buffs that can help allies and hinder enemies as well as help with certain trivialities… They also have high natural defenses that make them even harder to kill…

"Elves would be for those who want to be breathtakingly beautiful while casting and who want the harder chants. They also have much weaker defense and Elves are race specific when it comes to what abilities they have whereas the Angels pretty much all have the same abilities but to different extents. I hope you know that these races are mainly coveted by females and hardly any males play as Elves or Angles," Hermione said getting really into her descriptions and adding things when they popped into her head.

"Then I would like to see all of the Angel races," Harry said. He didn't particularly like how looked as an Elf and he liked the prospect of being able to fly.

The Elves disappeared just like all the other races while the five species of Angels were left. One of those five species was completely bone, which creeped Harry out to no end and he asked Hermione to get rid of it – she said it was a Skeletal Angel. At least the four remaining all had skin covering their bones.

"Okay, so let's eliminate more Angles down to maybe one or two," Hermione decided. "Which ones do you not like the looks of?"

"The Archangel is too golden and too… I don't know how to describe it so that's out," Harry decided after walking up and down the line of Angles like a military officer – which made the Fallen Angel, the Dark Angel, and the Valkyrie smirk as the Archangel disappeared. "I don't like the eyes on the Dark Angel; they're way to glowey and its creepy- some of them are even decomposing. So we're left with the Fallen Angel, and the Valkyrie."

"The Valkyrie is good for healers and those who want to be able to resurrect their friends in battle – it's the only race that can do that with only one exception to that rule and only three or four other races can resurrect, period. Add to that, it has major buffing abilities," Hermione told Harry before continuing.

"The Fallen Angel is very good for spell casters because it is a blend of the different kinds of angels. While it has the Archangel's healing abilities, it also has some of the Valkyries resurrection ability that will allow it to resurrect one player a day under any circumstances and then three others as long as you're not in battle. This race also has the buffs of both races, which come in handy in numerous situations. Do you need me to repeat anything so far? You sure you don't want to take notes?"

Harry didn't really like her sarcasm but he appreciated that she'd paused for his mind to digest all that she'd said so far. After all, she was pretty impressive, being able to remember all those things and being able to go into so much detail about it.

Harry nodded at her, "Yes, please proceed."

"Okay, now on top of those holy abilities, it has some dark abilities as well from the other side of the angel spectrum. The Fallen – as to which I shall now refer to them as – also have some of the Dark Angels' control over demons and minor curses as well as limited control over dark matter – which is very great to combine with some of its other abilities since they look so much like archangels that almost no one can tell the difference and they won't be expecting it. Now while it has those abilities, it also has the slight necromancy abilities from the Skeletal Angels. You still with me?"

"I think so," Harry replied unsure at first then nodding affirmative when he thought over everything she'd said.

"Good. Now only the first thousand players to log in have the option of being one of the Fallen. Now while they have this option, they don't normally choose it, as far as I've seen. You're number fifty-three so you still have this option if you choose but be careful if you do choose it," Hermione finished.

"Why?" Harry frowned. He had developed a real interest in that race.

"That is because there are some major drawbacks to being one of the Fallen," Hermione stressed. "Like it's one of the first to be attacked because of its abilities and it doesn't have as great of a defense as some of the other Angel races. It is also very frowned upon since it has so many abilities and the only reason it was allowed was because of the severe restrictions placed on becoming one."

"So there won't be many people playing as one?" Harry asked.

"Pretty much," Hermione said bluntly. "We'll be lucky if even five of the thousand who can will sign up to be one."

"Then I want to be one of those five please," Harry asked grinning. He didn't want too many people to be the same as him which gave the Fallen major points in his opinion. He didn't care if it was frowned upon because his whole bloody existence was frowned upon.

"Are you sure because you can't change your race once it's picked," Hermione edged. "Also they have very few differentiations in physical features and you'll be mistaken as an Archangel quite a bit because they nearly look identical except for slight differences in wing color."

"It's fine, I want to be one," Harry nodded to her.

"Okay then," Hermione sighed as the Valkyrie disappeared leaving the Fallen Angel behind. "Now onto the hard part…"

A half hour later the character was complete. Harry had begged Hermione to make him taller than his measly five foot four so his character ended up being a grand six foot nothing and then she'd added muscle mass since he was way too skinny to pull of the tall look without it, in her opinion. They ended lengthening his hair all the way to his mid-back and making his eye color a tad bit brighter. She'd also done some tinkering once she determined that Harry had no sense of style and made his angles slightly sharper and got rid of the glasses. Unknown to Harry, Hermione hadn't given him the usual choice of beautification of uglification and had even bumped up the beautification on him.

"Perfect," She sighed as she looked the character up and down. Harry had to agree with her – and not just because she was the GM. "Now for a name… I know you were thinking Lucifer or Michael-Angelo but Lucy is Satan – as in the Devil – and it would go better for a Dark Angel or Skeletal Angel. Michael-Angelo would be a better name for either a Valkyrie – though is really wouldn't go that well with them seeing as they come from Norse mythology and not Christianity – or an Archangel…"

"I think you were wrong," Harry told the GM. "Naming is the hardest part…"

"So says the guy who left it in the hands of the GM to decide what his toon looked like…" Hermione huffed under her breath.

"How about… Abraxas?" Harry asked. "He led the four horsemen of the Apocalypse in the bible or whatever the heck it was…"

"It'll do," Hermione said. At least he knew his literature enough to come up with that. "Now as you should know you bought one of the custom headsets with special perks and…"

"Wait, what?" Harry asked horrified. Special perks? Oh shite, they were meant for Dudley! If Uncle Vernon finds out he's gonna kill me!

"Didn't you buy it?" Hermione asked. "Or did the person who gave it to you tell you it was a custom?"

Harry shook his head, terrified and thinking of all the bad things Uncle Vernon could do to him if he found out. Oh, the whippings would pale in comparison…

"Okay then, let me explain the perks you can pick from then and we'll go from there," Hermione sighed. "There are five different perks already listed but you can always pick something we haven't thought to add to the list as long as it's approved. The five that are on the list are: 500g to start with, a pet, experience points, a choice of beginning armor that's better than average or you can be able to choose where you want your starting skill points. You can pick two."

"Two? Doesn't that seem like a bit much?" Harry asked.

"It's what was bought," Hermione grimaced. "Some sleazebags buy all five perks and then some…"

"Oh," Harry grimaced with her then thought, might as well go along with it since I've already made my character, but what do I choose? Though I don't want any of that; I want to level on my own without any help. Why do they make this so hard?

"You should just take the money and then think of something else if you really don't want help," Hermione advised. "The money won't make much of a difference in the long run and you should have at least one thing that you choose yourself besides your name. Though I also recommend the pet since for all we know it could be a powder-puff."

"Then I will go with the money but I don't want the pet; if I do get a pet, I want it to be because I killed a boss or someone that's incredibly hard to kill," Harry said. "For the second, can I have my choice of a weapon?"

"That's doable I think," Hermione contemplated. "Yup, I'll bring out a selection of knifes for you to choose from unless you have a specific design in mind?"

"Nothing that I'd be able to keep," Harry said as Hermione typed something into her keypad and a whole arsenal of weapons showed up for him to choose from.

"The higher ups said that since you're choosing modestly and only want a knife – which isn't really good for fighting with and most of the other assholes choose some sort of legendary sword or something like that– you can choose three knives and one medium sized weapon or a staff."

Harry ended up choosing three knives and a bow and arrow set. "Seriously, bows and arrows? Do you even know how to use them? You should've chosen a sword! Bows and arrows are useless unless you become an archer… Why are there so many idiots in this world; I thought you were going to be a spell caster of some sort!"

"Who says that only archers can use bows?" Harry asked her curiously. "It could be a huge advantage if a priest was trained how to use a bow and arrow while casting healing spells. And you can put curses on arrows. Also I'm gonna be in the air, I'd have a huge advantage over most archers already because of the viewpoint it gives; why not try my hand at a bow and arrow? Besides, I've always wanted to learn archery; it seems really cool and challenging!"

"You're insane," Hermione sighed. "Okay, next order of business: which continent do you want to be 'born' on? There are five of them: North, South, East, West, and Central. Each continent has different features. Or if you wish, you could be born on a random continent…"

"On a random continent, please?" Harry asked. He honestly didn't care which continent he was born on as long as he got to play without his cousin bullying him and if his cousin decided to play later he could honestly say that he didn't know which continent he was on to avoid playing with him.

"You got it," Hermione said as she typed in the command into her keypad. "If you ever need help my game name is Aarya; feel free to PM me!"

And as she said that, Abraxas flew towards Harry and he was falling…Again…

When Harry woke up, there was a very nice breeze ruffling through his hair and a warm sun shining on his face; it felt like heaven – smelled like it, too. He sat up in a meadow filled with wildflowers and not too far away he could see a small town made from the very tree's on the opposite side of the village. To his right was a huge lake with little green blobs frolicking on the embankment while to his left were more tree's that wrapped around the village to those on the far side. It was breathtaking to one such as Harry who'd basically lived his entire life inside his closet or around the Dursley's house – he hadn't even really gone to school since he was too busy doing what the Dursley's told him to.

Harry wondered what he was supposed to do now. He saw a new player materialize ten feet away and when that player woke up he saw her check her pack and bring our her weapon – a very small and ugly dagger – and some clothes. He looked down and blushed, realizing that he was currently naked. No sooner had he done that did he hear the girl say system. He looked up in time to see the girl's stats and such like show up in front of her.

He cocked his head to the side like a bird. "Interesting." He decided that clothes were his first priority so he shuffled through a small pouch he found lying next to him and found a loin cloth, loose slacks that went down to mid-calf and were slightly torn in the right places to show off his muscled legs – plus 2 defense - , a sleeveless shirt with two slits in the back for his wings – plus 4 defense - and a pendant with plus 5 spell power and plus 3 defense. He also saw the weapons that he'd chosen earlier, the 500g, and some fruit and dried meet.

"Okay, time to check what stats I have and see if I was lucky," Harry signed in resignation – he'd never been lucky with his stat distributions ever. "System."

Name: Abraxas | Gender: Male

To say Harry's eyes popped out of his head was an understatement. Never in his whole gaming history – which was quite extensive thanks to Dudley forcing him to play – had he ever gotten so great a stat roll, not even on his first mage which had his best stat roll – and that paled in comparison. "I think this game is insane. But it's perfect for a spell caster."

"You might want to kill something before that player over there kills all of the slimes," Harry heard a voice from behind him said, tapping his shoulder. He whirled around to see another male Angel behind him – though this was a Dark Angel which Harry could tell from the dark tattoos on his face and arms. "He's been killing until they're all gone over and over for the past three hours and it's hard for any of us to get a hit on the slimes. The Jerk isn't even looting them!"

Harry just looked at the D.A. as if asking 'who are you and why the hell are you talking to me?'

"Oh, I apologize! My name is Grimm," he held his hand out to Harry to shake. "I'm a Dark Angel – as you've probably already guessed – and I'm planning on being a Necromancer when we can get a class finally… That is if we can level with Jackass over there…"

Grimm was roughly about two inches shorter than Abraxas but with a stronger build and more muscles. In another life they could've been mistaken for twins- black hair, green eyes though of different shades…

"Abraxas," Harry said shaking Grimm's hand.

"You decided to be one of the Fallen?" Grimm asked curiously. Apparently, he was one of the few who could tell the difference between Archangels and the Fallen. "Why? Most people hate them due to the restrictions of being one…"

"Being unique is a gift from God," Harry shrugged. "And I didn't really like any of the other Angels besides the Valkyrie and I didn't look good as an Elf and I want to be a spell caster later on."

"Interesting, are you religious like your name suggests?" Grimm pondered. "Want to kill together? Maybe we'll have a chance to level if we team up to kill those buggers; you know, double the XP and all and less of a chance that rat will steal our kills. We loot what we kill but we share the XP."

"Sure," Harry said as he took out his bow and tested it with an arrow. Grimm's eyes went wide. "It'll be the perfect time to see if I can shoot this thing…"

Grimm looked positively delighted as they walked over to the embankment to try to steal kills from Satan – as they'd dubbed the Asshole player who was killing everything. On the way, Harry managed to hit a little brown baby bunny in the eye with one of his black fletched arrows that Hermione said would match his looks – though why anyone would care about if the bow and arrow matched his features, Harry didn't know… Hmm, need's more practice, Harry thought as he missed a second baby bunny and hit a slime in the gut instead.

Attack successful! Man-eating Slime HP -7

Grimm whistled his appreciation. "Nice shootin'! Can I try?"

"Have fun," Harry said handing over the bow and took out one of his knives as the Slime he shot came over and tried to eat him. Grimm managed to scrape another Slime and set the bow down out of the way as he took out his newbie knife.

Attack Successful: Man-eating slime -5 -6 -2

Man-eating Slime has died, Abraxas' XP increased to 7/20, Grimm's XP increased to 6/20, Abraxas' learned a new ability – Straight Shot: Level 1

Man-eating Slime has died, Grimm's XP increased to 13/20, Abraxas' XP increased to 13/20, Grimm has learned a new ability – Straight Shot: Level 1

"Where do they come up with such lousy names?" Grimm complained as Abraxas looked up the new ability. "Lousy-names-dot-org? I mean, come on!"

"Straight Shot Level 1: increases player's accuracy with a bow by 1%," Harry read out loud. "That could be useful… Could you please go collect the arrow you shot? I'm planning on using them for a while and I don't want to lose any of them since they're very valuable."

"Party pooper," Grimm huffed but went to find the missing arrow as Harry pulled the one he shot out of the dead Slime and collected the loot from it. From the corpse, he looted 5cp, a pair of sneakers – plus 2 defense, plus 1 Agility – and a pair of stud earrings with black butterfly's on them – plus 1 Intellect. Needless to say, Harry put on the shoes and shoved the earrings into his – surprisingly – pierced ears. Apparently all players had pierced ears just in case they looted earrings and could always get more piercings later or have the hole's healed by a high level healer for a negotiated amount of money.

"Nice earrings," Grimm snorted when he got back and picked up his loot – he got a new pair of pants, 3cp, and a pair of sparkly, pink tiara earrings with a plus 1 charisma rating. "Want to trade?"

"Nope," Abraxas sniggered in revenge. "This is what's called Karma. Thanks for my arrow back."

"Ass, you can shoot the fricking Slimes and agro them over," Grimm hissed. "I don't want to be chasin' your arrows all over the place."

"Fine by me," Harry said. He wanted to see how many arrows he could shoot at once but decided to start small and only loaded two arrows and aimed to two Slimes that were relatively close together. He hit one in the eye while he missed the other and hit Grimm in the butt.

Consecutive Attacks Successful: Man-eating Slime – 10, Grimm – 5

Abraxas learned new ability – consecutive arrows: Level 1

Grimm yelped and jumped three feet in the air as the slime came over. To make matters worse, instead of agroing on Abraxas, it agroed onto poor Grimm. "Mother fucker!"

"I've officially decided to hate you," Grimm said after an hour in which they'd each gained on average 7 levels – once Satan, the Jackass who was bound to be ganked later on in life by multiple people for stealing things that they were killing, logged off finally. While Grimm had leveled only six and a half times, Abraxas had reached level 8 – because he'd been killing faster than Grimm and kept agroing. During that time, Grimm had been hit with seven more arrows and had been healed six times by Abraxas.

"You don't have to stay with me," Harry said indifferently. "You could have left the first time I shot you."

"I like the free XP I get," Grimm admitted as he stabbed another Slime with his new dagger that had a plus 3 strength and 5% more chance for a critical strike. This dagger wasn't rusted, much to Grimm's pleasure. "And besides, what would you do without me?"

"Level faster?" Abraxas said raising his eyebrows at the Dark Angel. "Not be in the negative reputation range?"

"Ouch, so cold," Grimm snickered. "Bet that'll go on quite well with the Ladies."

"Which is what I'm hoping for," Abraxas grinned. "I don't want Fan Girls chasing me very where; it'd be very hard to level with them chasing me around like starving wolves after a steak."

"Yeah," Grimm agreed, and then grinned really big. "More females for me then, but you'll still get your fair share, sadly…"

Abraxas rolled his eyes and started to walk towards the village he had yet to step foot into.

"Hey, where're ya goin'?" Grimm raised an eyebrow and followed.

"No clue about you, but my pack is full to the brim. I'm going to go sort through this stuff and sell off the junk. Then after that I want to see what's in the woods; I'm sick of all those ugly Slimes."

"Yeah, we aren't high enough to go into those woods," Grimm said. "You need to be at least level nine or else you'd die before you could say Second Life…"

"You gonna come?"

"Nope, see ya later. Nice playing with you and add me to your friends list! What kinds of flowers do you want at your funeral?" Grimm waved bye before heading back to the Slimes, not stupid enough to go for the wolves yet.

"You're loss," Abraxas said while adding Grimm to his friends list as he walked into the village.

While sorting through his junk items and stuff he meant to keep, Abraxas came across a very tiny egg that he looted off of a random Slime – were there even Slime boss' or pets? He contemplated a few moments before putting it in the keep pile so that later he'd find an auction house and put it on – who in their right mind would want a Slime for a pet? He put loads of trash that he'd looted and couldn't use – at his level mail and plate armor would weight him down too much for flight – into the trash pile while others – like a spare set of knives and higher level leather armor – he kept.

He didn't get even five feet into town before he heard a cry of "Bishie!" Moments later, Abraxas had the feeling that he was being stalked by some large predator. Slowly – so as not to alert what was stalking him – he turned his head. Oh, Lord help me…

Behind the poor, poor Angel was a continuously growing crowd of wolves… Only he couldn't find where their steak was... He froze as the mass crept closer and closer until he realized, I'm the steak… RUUUUUNNNNNNNN! And without further hesitation, he ran like all the demons from hell were after him; and truthfully… they were….

Thank's to all who actually read all of that completely throught to the end! You guys are awsome and I hope you liked it! Please remember to review and to favorite this if you like it!

I'm going to have a contest where people who review at certain spots will get to see the next chapter before everyone else (though I only know how to send it through PM's but I shall be trying to figure out how to do that without PM's if it is possible or if someone would kindly tell me...). The first winnder will be at twenty five. I'll tell you all the next number to get to after we reach twenty five first.

So again, thank you all and to all of you Hua Feng fan's I'm going to update not this weekend but next weekend - my friend blackmailed me into another camping trip and I was sick last weekend which is why I didn't update (good news is that it was contageous and I got my revenge against my brother! :} )

Sero, over and out!

Word Count: ~5,700... I was changing things as I was uploading it... It says that it's 5729 though so that's what I'm going with...