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Loke's POV

He woke up burying his face into his pillow so not to wake Teddy. The nightmare was still flashing before his eyes. Being chased because of Teddy. Being chased because of the damn bead.

Casting a wandless tempus. He found it was only 5 in the morning. To early for any of the shops to be open. To early for him to wake up the young boy who lay in his arms. Still he couldn't just lay there. So he disentangled himself from Teddy laying the boy back on the bed. With that done he stretched his weary muscles. Each one protesting to the movement so early in the morning. None more so than his shoulder.

His right shoulder was barely moveable. It screamed and protested at any movement. This was due to the damage it has sustained a year prior. When the first seeker hunts had began.

Many seekers had learned a lesson that day. Overpowered spells against honorguards didn't mix well. The way he had held himself in the fight had caused him to take a bombarda to his right shoulder. It had been severely weakened by his honorguard but it still did irreparable damage.

Or so they thought. Guggenheim leader of the Huntik Foundation had said there was a man who could fix the damage done. Maximus Greengrass. Like, Loke, he was both a wizard and a seeker. The man had died during the Second Wizarding War. If Loke could find him in this time he might have a chance of making it to his thirties.

The damaged coils in his right shoulder was leaking his seeker powers to the rest of his body. Without it flowing evenly the power was slowly killing him. Even Murasame couldn't stop it's progression forever. The last time he spoke with a Huntik they had given him two to three years at best. That was if he didn't use his seeker powers.

"Hawwy I'm hungwy," a sleepy voice said.

Looking down he saw Teddy looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. A small smile appeared on his face. If he was going to die he would be sure that someone he trusted took care of Teddy. He would make every moment count with the boy.

He picked up the boy and said," Then let's go get something to eat. Yeah?"

So they left the inn in search of food. Muggle London was where they ended up at a Ihop. Their waitress gave him a knowing smile as he allowed Teddy to get chocolate chip pancakes. He chose regular pancakes with scrambled eggs and bacon.

At this early in the morning they were almost completely alone. There was two people in the back part of te restaurant. They appeared to be brother and sister but they weren't bothering anyone. He was almost about to ignore them when the air current in the room changed. It shifted so that the siblings were downwind from them.

There was a very subtle raising of both their heads. It was as if they were scenting the air. This was the mid 1970's where there weren't as many restrictions on creatures. Even so vampires and werewolves were still heavily persecuted.

Teddy was also a metamorphagus inherited from his mother. The boy's hood was pulled up so that would prevent that trait from showing. Hopefully.

Any hopes this ending peacefully were dashed when the two stood up. His hand went to the amulet that lay on his collar bone. It was Kipperin his first titan. He had not grabbed his other titans thining he would not need them. How wrong he was. As the siblings grew closer he swore.

They were vampires. He might need the help of Murasame on this one. He was skilled but not that skilled. Not even he could take on two vampires by himself with a child to look after. Even with a flying titan.

One of the vampires the female said," That boy isn't human. Give him to us and we shall deal with it."

He sighed and said noticing the waitress coming out with their food," You don't want to mess with my godson. You also have no right speaking about humanity. Especially when you're a creature of the night."

The male said grinning in such a way that it showed his fangs," Not likely kiddo. He stinks."

Well then. It seemed he needed to take out the trash. His damaged coils were on the same arm as Murasame. He would have to be careful how he went about this. Otherwise he and Teddy would both end up dead.

He pulled Kipperin from over his head and said," Let's play a game, Teddy. Great hide and seek it is. Close your eyes and cover your ears and count to ten really slowly okay."

For an extra measure of protection on his godson he dropped the titan over his head. Kipperin would protect Teddy no matter what. That was what he was counting on too. If it came down to it. He would rather be their dinner than Teddy.

"How cute, you think making this a game will make his death easier." The woman cooed, not having moved from her original spot.

He gave her a dead pan look before he growled the seeker power rising in his veins as he held out his right arm," My dear vampire. You know nothing. You thought you would kill my godson and I would be an easy meal. Too bad for you I'm not completely human either. Come forth! Murasame!"

Evil intentions and killing intent filled the room. Loke was unfazed by it but both vampires flinched heavily. It was painfully obvious they had never come across the demon blade before. There was nothing more vile than Murasame when he was hungry. Right now he was starving.

He heard several of the muggles collapse. The killing intent had become to much for them. Luckily for them they were worthless to the blade. It sought after magical blood. Rarely would it settle for anything else.

The two vampires watched in horror as muscle like strands came out of his arm. The muscle like strands broke free of his arm. The mucus like membrane over it began to tear as a head popped out. It was a black crow. The harbringer of death and destruction. The demon blade Murmasame.

In an instant the bird became a ball of light. He took it in his hand and it expanded outward to become a sword. The blade was made of the finest silver. If one for close enough they could see ancient Japanese runes etched into the blade. The hilt was a simple wood hilt with a metal hand guard. Built to last.

The sword was perfectly balanced for him. It reminded him every time he drew it what Murasame said the day they met.

Flashback

The hidden room inside the ancient Japanese church. They had come for a mission to retrieve one of the ancient titans. One that could possibly rival the Legendary titans. It was not a guarantee of victory but it was as close as they would get.

The sword was in an all black sheath laying in a display case. Legends were written all over the walls. It spoke of eight warriors who would rise. Led by the one who wielded the demon blade. Each marked by a single gem. For good or for evil they would change the world together.

Dante was the first to try and remove the sword. Loke had to duck as a power sent the man flying. It seemed only one of the chosen could move much less draw the blade.

Sophie was the next to try. She like Dante had been sent flying back. He exchanged a look with Zhalia. She gave him a look that said there was no way in hell she was trying it. There had to be some kind of trick. A way to prove one was the right person to draw the blade.

He moved closer to it hoping to get a better look. To try and find a way to remove it without being sent flying. As he drew closer something in his pocket began to warm. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the bead.

The bead was blood red with the Japanese symbol for devotion in it. It was warm to the touch and it glowed with power. He had never seen it react this way before.

Deciding to try his luck he made his way to the sword. Nothing happened when he touched the sword. This was the point when it threw others across the room. He grasped the hilt and the body of the sword pulling it free of the case.

With a strength he didn't realize he had. He drew the sword from it's sheath. A bright light surrounded him and the sword. Distantly he could hear Dante shouting for him.

A dark voice said," This is the first time someone has been able to draw me in over 100 years. Who dares draw Murasame?"

Using all of his Gryffindor courage he said boldly," I am Loke Lambert adopted son of Ethan Lambert. Formerly known as Harry Potter."

The dark voice chuckled at him. He could feel it moving around him even though he was still blinded. A sharp screech sounded when it saw the bead in his hand.

"Shino! I knew you would come back for me! You are bigger than i remember. Where is Sosuke?"

The bright light faded and he was back in the room. When he looked down there was a crow on his arm.

It said," Shino you look different. Weren't your eyes blue before?"

Loke could only blink down stupidly at the bird. What the hell? What kind of titan was this? Wait who the hell was Shino?

End of flashback

He smiled at the memory. It was back in simpler times. When he was just a seeker and a student at Hogwarts. Before the war broke out.

With cold eyes he held the blade out expertly in front of him. The male vampire's eyes sparkled with amusement. It was obvious he thought Loke was joking. Too bad for him. This seeker didn't joke.

With a sigh he recited what Dante had taught him when he was young," We bare our souls and our magic forward. For we are both seeker and wizard. Let no one stand in our way for we fight for truth and glory."

Only three seekers in the last 100 years could use this technique freely. Mainly due to the first try is typically the last. Seeker powers were in essence using your life force. You could only use so much before your body naturally stopped you. It was part of the reason having the coils in the body damaged was so dangerous. The body used more life force than before for even the simplest of powers.

To bear your soul forward was to invite the darkness you fought against. Then to combine that with your magic was asking for trouble. Without it though he would not survive this fight.

A grey light surrounded him. It was his life force and magic. They had answered his call for aid. In answer to the strange light the male vampire jumped at him.

He expertly blocked the attack with Murasame. The vampire let out a hiss in pain as its hand came in contact with the blade. Silver was damming to the younger vampires. It wouldn't do much to the older ones unless you combined your soul and magic with the attack. Even then only taking off their head or burning them would kill them. Unless you were lucky and could make it to sunrise.

This was not a situation where they could wait for sunrise. If he was in top condition and had a full pocket of amulets. Maybe they could. Sadly he was not in top condition. Even if he had all of titans they would be of no use to him like this. He had enough energy to do one more summon before he was done. His best bet was to combine the use of Murasame and seeker powers.

He blocked another attack made by the male vampire. The female was watching amused by his struggles. She wouldn't be amused for long. There was one seeker power that was bound to work.

Holding up his left hand he called out," Boltflare."

He directed the fire at the vampire. As expected the male caught fire. The male tried to put it out. Unlike regular fire or magically made fire bolt flare was controlled by the seeker's own will.

Normally a seeker would let the fire do it's own thing. Few controlled it as an attack. Mainly this was because they were fighting other seekers and couldn't risk it. Then again most of the time they didn't have to face off with vampires.

Not even a hint of the grim smile appeared on his face as the flames engulfed the vampire. Not being a seeker could end one's existence if they were not careful. Not wanting to take any chances though he decapitated the vampire.

Murasame hummed contentedly at the taste of blood. One thing that never changed was it's blood lust. Sometimes Murasame was the friendliest creature on earth. Other times it wanted to kill and keep killing. It was up to him to keep it in check.

The female vampire stared at the body of her decapitated brother. She asked fear for the first time lacing her voice," What are you?"

He gave her a depreciating smile as he said," Just someone trying to survive. You picked the wrong person to cross."

She took a step back away from him. While he hated killing he couldn't let it get out that Murasame had been let out. From what he understood the Catholic church had been the one to seal it away the first time. He really didn't want to meet up with them. They would no doubt try to rip Murasame from his body. That would be the farthest thing from pleasant there was.

He wasn't surprised when she took off. He was about to send a boltflare after he when Teddy grabbed his arm. Immediately he turned the little boy away from the carnage. That was the last thing he needed.

Teddy said unaware of what was in front of him," Hawwy I found you."

Putting on his happy smile he said," Of course you did Teddy. Wasn't that fun?"

He pressed the young werewolf who's hair turned yellow with his happiness into his side. Looking around he saw that the female vampire had made her escape. Well shit. The next time their paths crossed she would not be so lucky.

He allowed Murasame to turn back to his regular form. Then he said to the bird," Find and kill her, Murasame. I don't want it getting out that you are out and about again."

The waitress who had hidden behind the counter during the commotion looked at him fearfully. Knowing it was the best thing to do he said," Simplemind."

He erased the woman's memories of him and Teddy. Instead he made it so that she thought there had been a fight and left it at that. There was no way he could come up with a plausible explanation for the dead body. Or how charred up it was.

So he left with Teddy fully intending on taking him back to the inn. Hopefully this would all blow over and he wouldn't have anymore issues. Then again when was luck ever on his side?

Marvolo's POV

On the desk in front of him was papers about a new group of people. They called themselves seekers. On the outside they appeared to be muggles but the use of their so called powers was worrying. It sounded like wandless magic and already the seekers were creating groups.

The last reports of such things were back in the 1500's. He doubted that they were connected but he would have his Death Eaters look into it. It would be a waste of time for him to search for them without a real lead.

"My Lord, the female vampire Wanda Styker is requesting an audience," this came from Theodore Knott. One of his most loyal death eaters.

The man had gone to school with him and had never once wavered in his convictions. Out of all his death eaters this one was his most trusted. He also knew to only bother him if it was extremely important. If he felt the vampire was important enough to disrupt his research then he had beat see her.

He said calmly," Show her inside, Theodore."

Almost before he was finished speaking she was in the room. To his surprise she was alone. Where was the hot headed brother? Where one was the other wasn't far behind.

His interest peaked he looked at her and Theodore took it as his dismissal. She looked even more pale than normal. He could see scratches across her face and what was left of her dress. It looked like she had been attacked by a werewolf. It was too far from the full moon for that though. So what happened to her?

She said with a growl," Garret is dead."

It took half a moment to remember that Garret was her brother. This explained why he was not with her.

"Explain what happened," he demanded.

It took a lot to kill a vampire. Anything less than decapitation they could heal from it. The only spell he knew of that was strong enough to kill them was Friendfyre. Not many could use this spell properly though. Had they run into Albus Dumbledore? Or one of his supporters?

The old man had been growing in supports recently. They had been there to stop him or hinder him at every turn.

She said sighing," Garret and i were out looking for a meal in muggle London. We found the perfect targets at an all night restaurant. When we caught a horrible smell. It too was in the restaurant with us. Anyway, it was just a little one, no pack around to look after it."

Marvolo had to stop himself from sighing. He explicitly told them to stay away from werewolves. This was not the time to be disobeying him. The werewolves were still negotiating with him and a single attack could end them.

"He was carried by a human. At first we thought it was just another stupid wizard. He told us to leave or we wouldn't like what happened. Now that i think about it my first clue was that killing intent just below the surface. Those killing curse eyes spoke volumes. We were arrogant though. It wasn't even him we wanted but the child."

That last part was said with such hatred it would make a normal man shudder. What he heard did interest him though. A man with killing curse eyes. One that could take a fully awakened vampire alone. They had to be powerful.

" He acted unusual for a mortal. There was no crying, begging for his life or screaming. Instead he told that child of his that they would be playing a game. So when the kid was counting." She shuddered at the memory. It was as if she was remembering something more repulsive than a werewolf.

She said sounding unsure now," The next part I'm not sure of. It was unlike anything we had seen before. Hard to put into words."

He allowed her to show him the memory. What he saw left him with more questions than answers. What was it that that man had summoned? A bird that could turn into a sword. This intrigued him greatly.

He had gotten a good look at both the man and the boy he was with. The boy only had his eyes but nothing else. There was no doubt if they could find the child they would find the man. He wanted to find out who this man was and how he was able to kill a vampire.