The World's Fallen

by Chakahlah

Harry was forcefully evicted from the war at the tender age of sixteen. Now three years later, something occurs to bring him back into the middle of it. Is the world the wizards know and love going to survive? Grey!Harry, Vamp!Harry, mostly Dom!Harry, Sadistic!harry. Will also be added to AO3 in case of deletion. Darker then my usual style of writing, but oh so much more fun.

1. Prologue

Hey Peeps, this is one of the stories I have been seeing behind SOD&D's back, with permission, I must add. I know it's only short but it's a Prologue, all prologues are. Hope you enjoy the taste of what is to come.

The World's Fallen

Prologue

My life hasn't turned out the way I planned it too. When I was younger I had plans. A wife, a few kids and a 9 - 5 job. I was so naïve back then – so innocent. Life with my Sire cured me of that.

My Sire is our leader. He keeps us as safe as he can. Our kind is no longer welcome in this world. We've been pushed into the shadows. We are feared for things we do to survive. My Sire is respected by the Elders, even though he is not the strongest, wisest or the most beautiful – though he does come close.

Thick golden-brown hair just brushes the top of his shoulders. His eyes such a pale blue they border on white and sharper than ice splinters, but his heart is butter soft when it comes to his own. Many of my fellows compete to be his bed partner, but none have been successful so far. He bides his time … watching … waiting.

As a species, my kind is lucky … or unlucky, depending on how you think – when it comes to bed partners. We are neither heterosexual nor homosexual as a rule. There is the odd individual that is one or the other, but generally we all swing towards both sexes.

Unfortunately for us, we can only survive as a species by stealing the young of our human counterparts. We only ever take those who wish it, as well as those who need saving – the unloved and the abused.

The reason we take them is simple. Our females are barren, and we males cannot reproduce outside our race. What race am I? I will give you a series of clues. If you can guess correctly, I just may spare your life.

Are you ready? Alright then - We are day-walkers and night-stalkers. We are strong and we are weak. We eat fine foods and drink wines that rival blood for its richness of colour and flavour. We are the hunter and the hunted.

Do you know what I am? No? Many call us demons. A few call us dark angels but we are neither of these. We are simply 'The Fallen'.