A Vampire Legacy

Chapter 2

Author's Notes: Well, here's chapter 2. I was again bombarded by mails alerts of people who started to following me, putting myself and my story in their follow and favourites list. It's really something to have such an answer on so little time. If it keeps up, I will have to go change a few settings here and here. Not that I'm not grateful, but it was an overwhelming experience. A recommendation if you will, you should go see Sakurademonalchemist's stuff on this site. She's a genius at mixing really well many universes together in a really good story. Oh, and listening to the theme song of The Addams Family is nice when writing this! Remains of the day from the movie Corpse Bride is also interesting. Well, now on with the chapter.

Harry Potter had a strange few days. To be more precise, it's been a really weird two years, with him gaining what he could guess, vampire powers. As corny as it sounds, he couldn't find anything else to call them. That night against that freaky werewolf changed everything, most for the better, for what else you want to call that thing? It wasn't a breed of dogs he could recognize. He knows most about anything dog related; he passed hours looking through any books about dogs in the local library in the hope of finding a good, rational and normal explanation about the thing that attacked him that night and forced him to adapt or die! Nothing who looked like what he managed to fight equally against! So, when the proved doesn't give you the answers you seek, you go with the fantastic and when you're him, you're asking yourself if the supernatural really exist. Of course he couldn't ask his relatives about it or any of the adults around Privet Drive, they would freak out! Anything, even a whisper of things not ''normal'' would get a reaction through the roof. Like that time when Dudley was punished for bringing home an Ouija board game!

It was the first time in his memory that Dudley was scolded and grounded for his actions! On that day, Harry put a cross on the calendar. Yes, it was that rare. So yes, for anything not in rapport with the ''perfect'' normal life, he couldn't bring it to them. But even how strange his life turned, it did get better once those powers awakened. Regeneration healed all his health problems, even his eyes as before he was near sighted. No more glasses joke at school! His speed and strength made him uncatchable by the local bullies and able to overpower a buck deer by grabbing him by the horns! Yes, he tried. Yes, it's stupid. No, he wasn't grounded, his relatives don't care and more importantly, they don't know.

Intangibility made him able to escape his cupboard at will and shadow travel makes him able to go to one place to another at will and it was easy! The hardest thing to do was controlling his temper, which since his metamorphosis was easily more flammable. He could also see perfectly in the dark and when he feels strong emotions, his eyes glows! That one was cool! He wasn't a full vampire though. Sunlight and objects of faith don't bother him at all. He knows, because getting rid of the weeds in the garden is one of his numerous chores and The Dursleys couldn't find anyone to babysit him last Easter, God knows they will never leave him home alone, so they had to take him with them at the church. Running water doesn't affect him like in the old movies he heard about. He could also go without blood. In fact, he doesn't even resent the need to feed on blood normally, only when he's high on adrenaline. Yes, he knows what that means. When your relatives are boorish and your intelligence is not well received, you learn to keep your opinion to yourself and find solace in books. He learned a long time ago to be really selective about his questions and to keep to himself. But seriously, after a shady guy arrived on the street and took residence as a room boarder at number twelve everything became even weirder! In two weeks, everyone adult around here became a sort of drooling zombie! Let me tell you, a drooling zombified Vernon is really not nice to see! It's even uglier than a drooling zombified version of Petunia! And let me tell you, it was a bad hour when she became a zombie! She was naked! In the shower! Yuck! All the kids living around also disappeared and the weird cats of old lady Figgs on Wisteria Walk didn't came around either! Harry played a long game of cat and mouse with a full vampire for a while, managing to cut his head by willing really hard his nails to become sharp claws and using the shadows to appear behind him when he entered on his turf. The guy was mighty surprised, seems he couldn't travel in the shadows. Weird, he thought it was a common vampire power. Maybe the guy was a newbie? A day later or more likely a night later, he was scrounging around the other houses for food and thinking about getting away from this dead neighborhood when armed to the teeth soldiers arrived. Among them two persons really stood out. A nice looking woman dressed as a man with long blonde hair and a really tall man with black hair dressed in a red coat. The man terrified him by his simple presence. And since his metamorphosis two years ago, nothing much really scares him anymore. Best not approach him. Caution is mother of surety.

He was trying to sneak away with his loot after the soldiers leaved to do whatever they were going to do, but the lady seems to be unnaturally sharp and a really good shot with that pistol of hers. She barely missed him! Not tempted to try his regeneration against fire arms, he dove into the ground and transported himself and his loot to the cupboard under the stairs, where he willed himself to be as safe as possible. Strange stuff, almost like magic happened when he willed it hard enough but by God it was tiring! His vampire powers don't tire him like that. He also saw before being shot that he had the attention of the man in red! Not good! Really not good! Run and hide and prays he doesn't find him! After a while, Harry hopes really hard that he managed to escape the notice of the predator in red. Yeah, no such luck bud. Fate is a bitch and she's determined to have her way with your life. Or maybe your line offended Tyche, the Greek goddess of luck somewhere in the past? Because not even ten minutes later, someone kicks open the front door. The events that came next came as a blur. Gasps of surprise, fear, instincts of fight or flight. The smirk on the man had a way to infuriate him to the highest order. But no matter what trick or new idea he tried, he couldn't get rid of the smug face of that bastard in red! Damn he hits hard! That blow to his head was no joke! And he had the gall to chide him to do better! He'll show him better, that insufferable jerk! Then the red clothed bastard took out the biggest gun he ever saw at a speed surpassing his own and shot him in the leg without any warning! Howling in pain, he directed his best angry glare at the smug bastard who was grinning. Oh, what he wouldn't give up to wipe that smug smile of his face! Assembling all his remaining power once his leg healed, Harry leapt again but was blindsided by a hand, a powerful hand mind you, by the throat and slammed painfully hard to the ground. He tried to extricate himself to really hurt this intruder, but even in his feral state he still kept enough of his mind to register the threat of having his brains blown up. He gulped, he wasn't sure he could regenerate that one and he wasn't in any hurry to find out. Then the guy took some of his blood and bring it to his mouth to taste it after looking him from up of his sunglasses!

Harry gulped again. Yeah, blood red eyes are a reason to hide them behind sunglasses. Now he had confirmation, that guy was a full vampire and a really strong one to boot. He wanted to make a smart ass comment but couldn't as all he saw was the clenched fist of his elder to knock him out. Ah bugger. A number of hours later, young Harry finally woke up in the most comfortable bed he could remember! It was a long shot from his cot in his cupboard for sure. Taking a look around the room, he could see that it was nicely decorated but a bit bland, sign that it was a guest room. Curious but wary after all his misadventures, he decided that he didn't want to stay there, wherever ''here'' was. Closing his eyes, he concentrated upon the shadows, willing himself to be a shadow himself and travel to where he wanted to go. Lucky for him that it was summer, he didn't want to miss school. Oh well, they were in august now, one more month to go. Just as he was starting to sink into the shadows, something strange happened. It was feeling like a strong hand jerked him back to the physical world, cancelling his exit. After opening his eyes, Harry frowned heavily. It never happened before. Nothing has ever managed to cut him from the shadows. The young boy took a fortifying breath and once it was expelled, he took a running leap toward the shadow in one corner and molded himself successfully into the shadows. It was time to go back to Privet Drive to take his loot before going to London and figure what he was going to do next. Probably that whatever tried to block him the first time he tired to leave was a onetime thing.

Oh, oh wrong he was. Alucard was THE vampire, nothing short of another being as old as he is or if he allowed it to happen could overpower him. But even if it wasn't his modus operandi, he could make use of subtlety. So he let his young descendant sink into the shadows, but forcefully redirected him toward the closest bathroom where the servants had placed fresh clothes and toiletry in advance on his instructions. The Nosferatu had guessed correctly that the child, Harry, was independent enough to try to leave as soon as he woke up. Alucard smirked; he could feel the frustration of the child from where he was, laid comfortably in his coffin! Well, having another person to ''troll'' as the modern term is around wouldn't be so bad after all. Bypassing the, quite impressive for his age, mental shields of the boy, he let loose a few well placed orders.

When Harry received the so called ''orders'' his first answer would normally be to scoff and wanting to be stubborn. This guy didn't have any kind of authority over him! But since he was in a totally unknown environment, he decided to listen to what he was ''supposed'' to do anyway. He was to take a shower, this one he wouldn't protest, he did stink after all and new clothes would be a boon, after the shower he was to go eat something, well maybe he could obey this one too? He was kind of hungry. Who knew that fighting for your life open up quite an appetite? Then a servant of all things would guide him to the kitchen and the most imperative of said orders, that one he was sorely tempted to disregard; he was not leave the mansion and wait for Sir Hellsing to be free to talk to him, then maybe he could leave if the master of the house permits it. Not one minute before.

Grumbling under his breath quite a few unkind things that would get his mouth washed with soap if he had a proper maternal figure of authority but ready to do as ordered by his elder, not like he could overpower that wanker, he did undress once the water in the shower was hot enough. Enjoying the hot water for close to fifteen minutes, he closed the taps, toweled himself and put the simple ensemble of gray Bermuda shorts with a white t-shirt and white-gray socks. Seeing new underwear to his size did bother him a bit though. Oh well, when in Rome...Once dressed, he looked around for detergents to wash the shower cabin, having been raised a neat freak. Finding none, he scratch his wt head and then got out of the room to be met with said servant that this vampire guy said would take him to the dining room. Once there, he was overwhelmed with all the choices of food. He never went hungry at the Dursley's, but he never could really eat to his fill either so seeing so many plates and told it was just for him, it was out of this world for him! After asking if he could really eat what he wanted and receiving confirmation, Harry served himself some toasts, rasher of bacon, a few eggs and asked politely for a glass of orange juice. After a filling breakfast, and after getting permission to wander the upper halls of the mansion, Harry found a window overlooking the grounds and then sat to ponder his situation.

The guy downstairs was powerful enough to block his shadow travel ability or override it with his own. Could he use his intangibility and walk out of here? Sure it was slower, but he wasn't sure if he could dodge all the soldiers mounting guard and the guard dogs roaming all over the estate. And why would they bring him here? Why couldn't he leave? Harry didn't know those guys from Adam and he couldn't understand why they took him with them. He wasn't a vampire or a zombie so it kind of explains why they didn't kill him and why they cleaned Privet Drive. To his experience, adults are only helpful if they have something in for themselves. Those few selfless ones were really rare and often not in any position to help. So in his mind, the vampire and the lady wanted something from him and wouldn't let him leave before they could get it. By logic, it wouldn't be money. He didn't have a single penny to his name and this mansion stank of cash. His powers were strange sure, but with the realisation that other supernatural denizens exist, he couldn't be the only one to know that and have strange abilities. So information was also out. Losing patience and about to say screw it and risk the correction promised by Alucard, wrongly assuming that the man was bluffing and wouldn't or/and couldn't catch him outside because it was daylight, Harry faded outside through the glass, staying on the edge of the window. He was just about to call the shadows when somebody cleared her voice with a few false coughs. That was the voice of the woman of last night. Not enough to deter him, he still called to the shadows when the woman spoke with a calm and cultured voice:

'' I wouldn't do that if I were you. Alucard is not the type to repeat himself. You've been ordered to wait for me to be free to talk to you and you were forbidden to leave. If you don't obey his instructions, I won't be held responsible to what he will do to you.''

Harry, being fed up of being ordered to do this and that said rather rudely and promptly:

''Screw you lady! You're not my mum and you're no boss of me! I don't have to listen to you! This Alucard guy isn't my dad either so screw him also! I'm leaving, there's nothing you can do about it and that's it!''

After ignoring his answer, she could understand somewhat that this child wouldn't be that inclined to listen to her easily. Then she attired his attention to a bloodshot eyeball with a crimson pupil floating by his lonesome, not far to the left, fixing the young hybrid sternly. That was enough to rattle him. ''Okay, that was weird.'' Suddenly, the shadows that Harry called before burst into life once more and this time, entirely out of his control. Out of them the gloved hand of Alucard materialized which then seized the child by the face, and then throws him through the open window, back inside. The shadows and the hand vanished, but the eye staid. Harry jumped quickly back to his feet, eyes glowing and growling low in his throat, but cooled rapidly when Integra profited of his distraction to put her pistol on the back of his head, safety lock disengaged, ready to fire. Harry took a big breath trough his mouth and expelled it. What was it with those people and firearms? He just wanted to leave and try to figure how he was going to survive since he was an orphan twice over!

Integra, not aware of the thoughts of the child, told him in a hard but calm voice that brooked no place to argue:

'' You will be a good kid and follow me to my office. We have things to discuss and frankly, I don't trust you. No kids alive are supposed to be able to do what you do with so much ease. I really don't want to see what an unscrupulous adult could do with your abilities. You made one wrong move or you try to attack me, I will shoot you. I seriously doubt that you want to test if you can regenerate a bullet to the brain. You will follow me to my office and you will keep a civil tongue into your mouth. My organization deals with supernatural threats and you are one. Now to my command, move!''

Harry really wanted to get out of here. He was pretty sure he was fast enough to dodge the shot to his head; sacrificing his left shoulder to the bullet would leave his dominant hand unharmed. He could then stole the gun, run intangible as fast and far possible, then lose his pursuers in the crowds of London. Then long gone from this place and out of reach of this Alucard vampire, he could shadow travel somewhere else to scatter the trail. But that was not the smartest thing to do. So with great reluctance and much complaining and childish whining, he marched himself to Sir Integra's office.