A/N: Welcome to yet another chapter of my story. Because I'm a lazy bum, I haven't typed up the next chapter for The Magic Spy, so anyone who's following that, please bear with me. For anyone following Savior of Azkaban, I am seriously sorry… I'm having a small case of writer's block. The only reason this fic is getting written faster is because I'm writing this in the middle of the night when the inspiration strikes…

Just so you all don't try to kill me yet, I'm going to warn that I'm either planning on just booting Bella out of the story completely, or just making her an empty-headed floozy. Pairings also aren't decided yet, but there will be a poll on my profile where you can vote.

WARNINGS: Rape (again, graphic descriptions), SLASH (M/M), Hetero, PTSD, VIOLENCE (graphic descriptions here, don't read if you can't take blood.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or (shudder) Twilight.

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Leviathion snarled and struggled against the massive thing that had attacked him. He could tell it wasn't a vampire; the creature smelled of fur and strength and wolf. With an inhuman shriek, Leviathion bodily threw the monster off of him, in order to actually see it. Once the vampire could see his attacker, he instantly regretted the decision.

A giant, russet-colored wolf stood across from him, furry hackles raised and gleaming incisors bared. The wolf was the size of a small pony, and its paws – the size of trash can lids – showed the beast hadn't stopped growing yet. Once the vampire had finished taking in his opponent (He had NOT been cowering, thank you very much!), Leviathion allowed his eyes to wander and discover why the rest of his coven hadn't assisted their leader when he was attacked.

Varen was barely holding off what looked like a pale streak, and Leviathion balked, knowing that it was another vampire; an angry vampire at that. What was a vampire doing cooperating with a werewolf? And the coven leader's thoughts were interrupted by the massive wolf lunging at him once more. With a calm that was the complete opposite of his panicking thoughts, the vampire dodged, the massive claws barely missing his head. A drawn out scream captured his attention and Leviathion's brunette head whipped in the direction of the noise.

Varen was hunched over in pain, his pale, aristocratic face scrunched in barely contained agony as he let loose another grieving wail. The smell of blood spread over the clearing. Leviathion turned to see Fareneer's – one of his most loyal coven members – headless body drop the forest floor. The ivory skinned, bear-like man standing over the decapitated corpse looked please, holding Fareneer's head in his massive hands. Leviathion stared in horrified fascination at the sallow-skinned head held by the ink-black hair. Red blood dripped from the hole where it had been torn from the neck. And the head landed at Varen's feet, pulling another loud cry.

As Leviathion ducked under a snarling wolf head for the second time that night, he tried to figure out what had made his second in command scream like a banshee. He dodged a trash-can sized paw as he assessed Varen. Both legs were attached, as was his head (thank goodness), and then Leviathion saw the problem. A few feet away, oozing crimson life-blood onto the slightly soggy leaves that coated the forest was Varen's right arm. The scarred and abused limb looked quite forlorn and worse for wear as it was slowly covered in mud and bits of wet leaves.

The now-frightened coven leader quickly looked back at Varen to see a makeshift stake driven through his undead heart. Leviathion's eyes widened in grief for his beta, his lieutenant, the loyal vampire who had made his dream come true, the vampire that he was deeply and irrevocably in love with; deep, painful and unrequited love that Leviathion could now never confess.

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A/N: Well, I'm quite honored by the 32 follows and 14 favorites, but a special thank you goes to hollycathers and shadowOkamiYokai for reviewing! Please believe me when I say I did not mean to make Leviathion so easy to relate to, but I'll definitely make up for that in the next chapter… I won't promise anything though, seeing as how I'm writing these in the middle of the night/very early morning as the inspiration strikes. Please be patient, my lovelies!

PAIRING FOR THE STORY WILL BE DECIDED BY THE WINNING PAIRING IN THE POLL ON MY PROFILE