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The Vampire Realm

Chapter 1: Slavery

If somebody were to write about this place in a fiction story for children it would make the place seem kind and caring. For example it would start. There are many realms out there not just ours and they all coexist peacefully. This story is a true story so it is time to write it as such.

Our realm isn't the only one out there. There are many different realms some nice, some bad but they all have one thing in common they all are stronger then us. For that very reason our realm is like a grocery store to them always open and with low prices. They come to our realm and choose which person they want. Wait not person but baby. They choose a baby who they think will be the perfect slave and take them without caring what they could be doing to the family and parents of this baby.

The realms are all in an order or strength power and influence and we were at the bottom after all we didn't have super strength, we didn't have magic, and we didn't have telekinesis. And with the way that the other realms were picking us off our realm was slowly drying up. The most powerful realm was The Vampire Realm. This was where all the vampires lived and existed and fed and killed. This was also the most feared realm out of them all not even the Demon realm was this feared. The Vampire Realm was feared because they never cared what they did and their wars were some of the legends and myths spoken to young children to scare them or get them to obey. Children were often told the stories of the wars and then the parents would say 'now be good otherwise I'll get the vampire generals and send you to war'. That was one way to scare your kids for as long as they lived. The thing was it was only supposed to be used as a story but soon everyone started to believe it even adults and the Vampires loved it so much they would do anything to install fear into everybody's heart.

Now in this realm there was a king and a queen. King Cathal and Queen Lona. They were the strongest vampires and two of the most evil. There was only one other person who was as feared as the King and Queen and he was only a soldier his name was Braedon. He was three hundred years old yet in the Vampire Realm he was still a minor. His age didn't mean a thing though as he had fought in nearly every war and always survived with only a few scars. He was brutal to everyone except the king and queen and he had no friends only the people who followed his lead. He was hardly ever at the palace as he was always either on missions or at a war somewhere.

Now in this kingdom there were rules four to be exact:

1)Never become friends with a numa (a human).

2)To know everything that is happening in every realm.

3)To never take a wizard to become a slave.

4)To never intentionally hurt a slave.

These rules were made by the first King Cathal three thousand years ago and they were still enforced the thing is laws can be bent without being broken and some of the vampires found a way around these major rules but the King and Queen knew nothing about what was going on so they did nothing to stop it.

Now rule one was never broken or bent after all why would a powerful vampire be friends with a lowly, weak numa that would never happen. Rule two was never broken or bent after all Vampires were very curious and always wanted to know everything that was going on so they stuck with these rules. Rule three hadn't been broken yet as how could one get around this as a person would know if a wizard was what they had taken. The fourth one though was always bent. The vampires would go down to the slave quarters and wait till a slave would come down then the slave would 'accidentally fall over or get hurt on the way down so the vampire wasn't intentionally hurting a slave.

What if rule three was broken though and a wizard was taken but not just any wizard. What if it was the wizard destined to kill the evilest wizard to ever walk the numa realm. What if the wizard who was taken was the only hope of the numa realm? What would happen then? Well nothing after all when one is not loved with the people who stay with him they wouldn't tell a soul so no one would know. I digress as I say what the reactions are instead of saying what happened.

It all started on July 31st when a certain wizard had just turned sixteen. I know some of you are wondering who is this wizard. Well it is the one and only Harry Potter. The-Boy-Who-Lived. The one who was destined to defeat Lord Voldemort. Now Harry didn't care about that. He knew he should be scared and worried and try to train and learn as much as he could to be ready and defeat Lord Voldemort when the time came. He didn't though. He either was out in the garden doing the weeding or he was in his small room mourning the loss of his beloved Godfather Sirius Black. All Harry could do was keep replaying in his mind the look on Sirius' face when the stunning spell hit him and he fell towards the veil. Harry still remembered and still felt how much he wanted it to be all a huge joke, how much he hated himself and the guilt. The guilt was tearing him up inside and out and even though everyone wrote to him and told him he shouldn't blame himself he did. Even though Mad-eye Moody told him to be always on his guard he wasn't here he was with his wand tucked in the waistband of his very baggy jeans out of habit, walking down the same dark alley where he had fought the dementors. Not the best place to go but Harry didn't care anymore.

When he heard a sound behind him, he didn't even turn he just kept on walking. When he was grabbed roughly from behind he didn't even struggle. When he felt a cloth being held over his nose smelling of something he couldn't recognise he breathed in deeply. When he became dizzy and confused he just let the darkness consume him.

The first thing that Harry thought when he started to come around was that he wasn't in Privet drive anymore. He slowly opened his eyes only to see a ceiling that looked nothing like the plastered one back in his room. The ceiling had a mural of a fierce battle between what looked to be Wizards and Vampires. Harry groaned in pain as he lifted his head. It felt to him as if it had been smashed against a brick wall then just for good measure sliced open. He slowly rolled over and got to his knees panting and taking deep breaths. His body felt like it was on fire. The only time he had felt this was when he was in the visions of Voldemort torturing his followers and when they were put under the crucio curse.

"You're finally up then?" said a cold voice from behind him. He quickly spun around and groaned again when he felt like he was going to be sick any minute. He fell to his knees and looked into the smirking face of the evilest guy Harry had ever seen. That was saying something after all he had come face to face with Voldemort.

"Wh-who a-are y-you?" Harry stuttered.

"Like I'd tell my name to a dirty numa like you. The only names you need to know is the vampire you're tied to and the King and Queen," the guy said spitting out the word numa as if it wasn't something said in polite society.

"Now get up!" He ordered in a harsh tone. Harry shakily got to his legs. He had never felt so weak in his life ever. The man turned and walked out of the room turning in the doorway motioning for Harry to follow him. Harry did as he was told and followed very slowly as his legs felt like jelly. They walked for what seemed to be hours but was actually only five minutes.

"WHAT!" came the shout from behind the grand, oak doors Harry stood before.

"Braedon you are getting out of control. You are only three hundred years old yet you seem to think you are grown up enough to do what you want," said a calm, hard voice.

"But your majesty tying me to a numa I don't deserve that," Said the shouting voice which now sounded angry and betrayed.

"Braedon you will do as I say. You should have thought before you killed Ajax now you pay the price," the calm voice replied with a hint of firmness in it that to Harry, sounded like Dumbledore.

"Yes your majesty," came the other voice sounding disgusted and defeated.

"Farrow come in now," shouted the loud voice and the man next to Harry opened the doors and walked in. Harry followed him.

The room he entered was large then the great Hall back at Hogwarts. Right in front of Harry were two golden thrones and sitting upon the thrones were two people. One was a man with a golden crown on his head. He was pale and had sharp green eyes and long brown hair. He was wearing black dress trousers and a button white shirt. Next the man was a female. She too was pale and had amber eyes that seemed to stare right through Harry. She was wearing a white robe and had long golden hair. Standing before them was who Harry presumed must have been shouting. Harry was scared as soon as the man turned towards him. The man was tall, taller then Harry by about two heads or so. He was very pale, so pale he seemed to glow. He had harsh red eyes and his lips were pulled back showing curving ivory fangs. He had raven black hair that looked blue in places when light shone on it and that was short and spiked. He was wearing plain, black, straight- legged trousers and boots. He was wearing a black button down shirt and a long black trench coat. In one hand he was holding a dagger that was dripping with blood and in the other he held a lighted cigarette.

"Now Farrow explain who is this?" the man on the thrown said.

"King Cathal this is a wizard who was taken from the Numa world by the deceased Ajax," Farrow replied bowing.

"WHAT? A WIZARD?" The king roared standing up and it was impressive. Even the tough man in black seemed to take a small step backwards.

"Y-yes milord," Stuttered Farrow bending low again. Thus giving Harry the impression of a house elf. Harry then found him self grabbed by the king in an iron like grip. He choked and looked into the hard green eyes.

"Who are you?" the king said in a harsh whisper. If there was one thing the king hated, it was wizards after all he fought in the ancient war against them.

"H-Harry P-Potter sir," Harry gasped out.

"The one who's has to defeat that lord what was his name," the king said harshly.

"Lord Voldemort sir," Harry gasped it was getting hard to breathe.

"Ah yes," the king said and nodded. Then he threw Harry down to the floor and turned to a cowering Farrow.

"THIS IS ALL WE NEED. THE SAVIOR OF THE WIZARDING WORLD HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED BY ONE OF OUR DEATH SOLDIERS AND NOW HAS TO BE TIED TO ONE OF US. GREAT YOU KNOW THAT MEANS THAT OLD IDIOT DUMBLEDORE WILL BE COMING HERE SOON," the king stormed and started to pace.

"My lord who do you plan on tying the boy with?" Farrow asked and Harry was getting pretty angry at being talked about as if he wasn't there.

"Excuse me but I'm standing right here," Harry shouted forgetting his fear.

"He has a big mouth and doesn't know when to shut up so Braedon get over here," The king smirked.

"WHAT? FIRST YOU SAY YOU'RE GONNA PUT ME WITH A NUMA THEN YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT EVEN WORSE BY PUTTING ME WITH A WIZARD!" stormed Braedon who was the man in black.

"See what I mean you two are perfect he doesn't know when to shut up just like you. Now get on with it and tie with him," the king said.

"Hello one question what do you mean tie with him what is tying?" Harry asked speaking up again and finding him self getting stared at by all the vampire's in the room. He knew they were all much more powerful than him but he didn't really care he hated people planning his life.

"Fine tying a numa with a vampire makes the numa half vampire sort of. Then that numa becomes the slave of the vampire he's tied with," Braedon spoke up in a tone full of disgust. Harry was about to answer but was cut off by the king.

"Not now he'll tell you more later just get on with it," The king snapped. Before Harry could determine what happened next he was being grabbed and his t-shirt ripped away from his neck. Before he could complain though he felt a searing pain in his neck when Braedon sunk his fangs into his neck. Harry hated it. It felt as if a part of him was being ripped out of his body. In what felt like an eternity Braedon pulled back. Harry watched through heavy eyelids as Braedon pulled his dagger down the side of his neck and guided Harry's mouth to his neck. Harry drank as if it was water in the Sahara desert. He was ripped away and thrown to the floor. Harry began to convulse in pain but no one helped him they just stood by and watched. Soon enough it stopped and Harry fell into blissful darkness.

"Braedon listen to me," The king said.

"What?" Braedon replied looking at the wizard on the floor.

"He is important to both our realm and the Numa realm. Train him to be strong and be able to defeat this Voldemort," the king replied.

"What do you mean your majesty? Why do you care if he can beat this guy or not?" Braedon asked looking at his king.

"Because this Voldemort is powerful and none of us will be able to stop him not even you Braedon. If Voldemort succeeds in taking over the numa world he'll come after this world and it'll be like the ancient war over again but this time we won't win," the king sighed.

"This kids that powerful?" Braedon asked disbelief written on his face.

"Yes Braedon. You have to listen to me and do as I say. I know you hate Numa's but this one is important," The king said.

"I don't like it. I don't like having my life tied to one of these things but so I can survive I'll have to train him won't I?" Braedon sighed in a tone that just dripped with disgust.

"You have six years," The king replied after a few moments silence.

"That's not enough time to train him in everything," Braedon exclaimed.

"It has to be that way. He has his school to go to," the king replied firmly.

"Let me guess I'll have to go with him," Braedon replied sicken. The king nodded and Braedon growled in despair. He nodded sharply and saluted his king in the normal way. Which was baring his fangs and holding his dagger in a fighting stance. The king just nodded so Braedon lifted the numa over his shoulders and walked to his rooms.

'I can't believe I got stuck with a stinking Numa,' Braedon thought.

'True I get my own slave but my life is tied to his and add to the fact he has an imaginary target painted on his back my years just got brutally slashed. Why do I get this punishment," Braedon thought angrily again and he was soon in his rooms. He dropped the numa on the floor with a heavy thud and smirked when he heard the pain filled groan escape from the young Numa's mouth. Braedon sat in his black chair and picked up an Anne Rice novel. He loved her books she may be a Numa but he laughed at how many things she got wrong. He must have waited for about an hour before the numa awoke.

"Finally awake then?" Braedon said scathingly.

"Looks like," the numa replied sarcastically and Braedon had to raise an eyebrow impressed that even though the numa was so weak, he still replied.

"Whatever. Anyway you have things to do numa and those clothes don't belong here," Braedon said standing up.

"Wait a minute I don't give a damn anymore so tell me now why don't you like having me tied to you," The numa asked and again Braedon was impressed even though he wouldn't show it.

"Because having a numa tied to you is like having your very own death warrant. Vampires are basically immune to every thing all except spells of a certain nature. When a vampire gets tied to a numa who becomes his or her slave that vampire then has a weakness. If you kill his or her numa you kill the vampire now do you understand why I'm pretty pissed at having a numa?" Braedon replied.

"Yeah I wouldn't like that. What's a numa and why can I see without my glasses," The numa asked.

"Basically a numa is what you are a human as you would say. Numa was the first thing your lot got called but somebody heard it backwards or something and it got called amun then uman then finally human. I have no idea how it changed so much from a simple word but it did. You can see without your glasses as to become tied to a vampire the numa has to become half vampire," Braedon replied.

"Oh what's your name? My name is Harry," the numa asked.

"Not that it matters but my name is Braedon. When we are in public you call me master but when we are privately training I suppose you can call me by my given name. Now here you won't be called Harry all slaves are given a name by their masters so I get to give you a name," Braedon replied.

"Great so as well as controlling me you get to choose my name. Bloody brilliant oh master," Harry replied scathingly. Even though Braedon was impressed he couldn't let him get away with him talking back. So before Harry could even blink Braedon had punched him so hard on the face he fell back.

"Don't ever speak to me like that again. Now I think I'll call you spirit as you have spirit," Braedon replied smirking.

"That's kind of a corny name," Harry no Spirit said carefully hoping not to get hit again.

"Feel lucky I didn't call you toilet like one of the slaves here," Braedon replied normally then mentally shook himself he wasn't supposed to be nice to him.

"Here are your clothes get changed into them somebody will be done and take you to your sleeping quarters and tell you what you will have to do," Braedon said then stormed out of the room. His trench coat flying behind him like bat wings.

Harry sighed he went from one prison to another. He sighed angrily wasn't he ever going to have a normal life. He changed into his clothes, which were black trousers, black boots and a black shirt. On the back of the shirt was a picture of fangs biting into an elves neck. Harry shuddered at how graphic the picture was. On the front of the shirt was his name Spirit. Harry had to admit, these clothes were of good quality that he had never worn before. He stood awkwardly in the black room when there was a knock on the door. He opened it slowly to come face to face with a girl his age with long dirty brown hair and was wearing a dress of red velvet with her name on which was Giolla.

"So it is true then?" she said in an airy, dignified voice.

"What?" Harr no Spirit replied.

"That Braedon really is tied to a numa," She breathed.

"Yeah so?"

"No one ever thought they'd see the day when the evil Braedon was tied to one of the things he hates with his very soul," The girl gushed.

"Yeah well we all see things we never thought we would like oh I don't know vampires," he joked. She laughed and turned around.

"Come on we had better get going," she said he nodded and shut the door behind him.

"My name is Giolla as you can probably read," she said smiling kindly at him.

"My name is Harry. Wait I mean Spirit," Spirit exclaimed.

"Wow he even gave you a nice name," she said looking awestricken.

"Your name's nice," Spirit replied as Giolla started to laugh.

"Yeah I used to think so as well but you know what it means. Giolla means servant. My master couldn't think of anything else so why not a name that means what I am," she laughed again and Spirit was shocked to hear a harsh bitter laugh come out of her mouth.

"So who's your master then?" he asked.

"Your masters best friend, Aloysius," she replied. As they walked through the long and winding corridors Spirit noticed that everyone was staring at him, but as he was used to being stared at he acted like it didn't bother him. Soon enough they came to a very large and busy kitchen.

"This is the kitchen where you get your masters meals and serve them. Follow me," she said and walked down some dark, steep steps. When they were at the bottom they turned left then right and came to a door at the end of a dark, shadowed corridor. She opened the door and ushered Spirit in.

"This is your room," she said and Spirit barked a laugh. It looked nothing like a room. It had straw for the bed with a moth eaten blanket over it. Then in he corner was a bucket of water with a rag next to it and an empty bucket next to that.

"The empty bucket is for you to do your business empty it every morning otherwise this place will stink," she said and he nodded.

"As you can see by that wall is a bell. That will ring when your master wants you. When it rings go to his room and knock on the door if you don't you get punished," she replied shuddering.

"Punished?"

"Yes if you go against the rules, rebel against your master or basically have your own thoughts then you get flogged ten whips for every thing you do wrong," she replied.

"Oh," was all Spirit could say.

"Let me give you some advice don't do anything to gain that punishment cause it hurts like hell," she replied rubbing her arms.

"I'll keep it in mind. I wonder how my friends will take me being missing?" he wondered out loud.

"They probably won't notice for a while. After all for every week that passes in your world a year passes here," she replied as they walked back up to the kitchen.

"Ok then," Spirit gasped.

"Marnia this is the new slave," She said gesturing spirit to a tall pale woman with white hair that was sticking due to grease.

"Yes well who's your master boy," Marnia said not bothering to turn around.

"Braedon," he replied and was suddenly astounded when everything just went silent.

"Do not lie boy," Marnia shouted and when she turned around to face him she gasped when she saw his clothes.

"It's true," she gasped holding a hand to her mouth. She seemed to stop there though and her face turned sour which reminded Spirit of Malfoy's mother.

"Well don't just stand there get your masters food and take it out to him. Follow Giolla and serve him," she ordered handing him a plate with raw meat on it swimming in blood. The sight of food this raw was making Spirit gag.

He followed Giolla out of the kitchen and into a large dining room. There were vampires everywhere and Spirit saw Braedon sitting at the furthest away table with another vampire that looked big, burly, and stupid. Giolla walked towards them so Spirit followed holding the plate as far away from him as he could.

"So how you fitting in Spirit?" Braedon asked in a smarmy, sarcastic voice. Spirit said nothing just glared at him and handed him his food. Just as he was going to pull his arm away Braedon grabbed it.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He said. Spirit looked at Giolla and saw her letting her master cut her and bleed over his food.

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Spirit shouted causing everyone to look up.

"Spirit if I were you I'd do as I say," Braedon said calmly but Spirit could see the anger deep in the depths of his red eyes.

"I'LL TELL YOU WHAT TO DO. FUCK OFF YOU WANT MY BLOOD YOU'LL HAVE TO KILL ME," Spirit screamed and ran off. Braedon followed him really angry as most people were laughing at him and if there was one thing he hated that was to be laughed at.

Spirit couldn't care less that he was going down an empty, dark corridor. All he cared about was getting away from Braedon.

He ran and ran yet he heard the light footsteps of Braedon behind him gaining ground. Just as Spirit thought he had gotten away with it he was grabbed roughly from behind and shoved forcefully into the stonewall.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" Braedon hissed at Spirit grabbing him by the throat.

"I might be stuck here but I'm not just going to bow down to you and let you drink me dry," Spirit hissed with venom dripping from every word. Braedon shoved Spirit into the wall so hard he saw stars.

"Now you listen to me you disgusting numa. I don't like being laughed at and the person who makes me a laughing stock will be punished," Braedon hissed a sadistic smirk showing Spirit paled thinking about what Giolla said about flogging.

"Oh I'm not going to flog you. The king told me I had to train you at night as well as you being my slave and you know what I'm going to test your endurance with pain. The training starts when the moon comes out. Be outside my door then if not I'll test you resistance to certain curses and beatings. After all I may be a vampire but vampires have magic as well," Braedon smirked then walked off into the darkness. Spirit gulped and felt the back of his head. His hand came away sticky and he knew it was blood. He wasn't looking forward to tonight and he knew he was going to be in a lot of pain by the end of that training session. He just wanted to know what he was going to be put through. He knew though that what he'd face will make the crucio curse feel like a slight tickle.

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