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AN: So sorry about the long wait, my sister and I have just finished the Twilight saga (so that explains it) There is some light references from Twilight just couldn't help it lol –PLEASE eNjOy!!!
~Just wanted to say THANK YOU to our awesome beta, ersatz erasion~
Chapter 4: The Dealer
The day was uneventful for the two vampires. They spent long hours just talking and getting to know each other without a care to what was going on around them. Seated comfortably on top of the roof, they watched the last rays of sun disappear from the horizon.
"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Harry quietly asked, looking at Marissa.
With a knowing smile, she responded, "Out to party, of course."
They got up, stretched out muscles, and jumped off the roof, landing gracefully below. After transfiguring their clothes into appropriate outfits for the evening, the two vampires zoomed off toward the main streets of downtown London.
"So, really, where are we going?" Harry said, grinning.
"Before I met you, I checked out this old club called the Upper House. It's sweet, you know. Only invites are allowed in, but we're gonna try to get in, so don't mess it up," teased Marissa.
Harry was about to open his mouth again, but Marissa held up her finger. "Don't even… you better let me do all the talking 'cause, you know, no one can say 'no' to a sexy vamp like myself."
Harry just nodded his head and rolled his eyes.
"You still haven't told me where this place is," said Harry.
"Oh, yeah. Well, it's not too far from the docks. It's by the old warehouses down by Elm Street," replied Marissa, while fumbling in her bag for some lip-gloss.
"Riiight, I haven't lived close to here and have never heard of an Elm Street, but this is helpful," Harry mocked.
"Oh, don't worry. I never get lost," Marissa answered, applying her cherry red lip-gloss.
"So, what do you call the last hour then?" said Harry, grinning but rolling his eyes, watching Marissa fumble through her bag again.
"A simple detour, that's all," said Marissa, now holding her blue hairbrush and beginning to brush her long, black hair.
"Sure it was… and what are you doing?"
Marissa just looked up and eyed him. "Making myself beautiful, of course. More importantly, what are you going to do about that?" She pointed to Harry's hair. "It's pathetic. Here, I…" She hesitated. "Wait." She reached even deeper into her bag.
Harry was beginning to think there was no end.
"AH!" Marissa smiled with glee. "This will work." She was holding a small jar of hair gel.
"No!" Harry said, taking a step back.
"Oh, don't be a baby. Come here and don't move," Marissa said, taking a step forward.
"It won't work, I'm telling you. It won't stay down. I've tried, trust me," Harry pleaded.
"Whoever said I wanted it down," said Marissa, grinning. "Hold still…wait, don't touch." She slapped Harry's hand. "Almost there… and yes, all done."
Harry nervously conjured a small hand mirror and held it up to his face. Marissa was back to her bag.
"Okay, are we ready to go yet?" Harry said, admiring his new hairstyle. Marissa had amazingly fixed up his hair while by giving it a messy spike look.
"Yes, yes, just one more thing." Marissa brought out a red hair-tie and wrapped her hair into a messy bun.
"Why do you take so long? It's almost midnight! I mean, come on, you didn't have to brush your hair since you pulled it up," Harry whined.
"Oh, shut up! You men never understand the amount of time it takes to look this gorgeous," Marissa argued. "Okay, let's go. Last one there is the rotten egg." Then she took off.
"How am I to beat you if I don't know the way!" yelled Harry as he ran off after her.
As Harry was hot on her heels, Marissa abruptly stopped, and Harry came crashing into her.
"Watch it!" Marissa fixed her hair. "I forgot to tell you that this is a vampire coven, so show your fangs and make those emerald eyes shine."
"It's called a warning," grumbled Harry, dusting his shirt off.
Marissa, ignoring him, began to glide gracefully down an old alleyway, and Harry stopped dusting himself off.
"Hey, wait up!" he shouted.
He hurried ahead, and once he reached her, he looked at the street sign.
"Low and behold, there really is an Elm Street," Harry mumbled to himself.
"You thought I was lying?" Marissa said as she waited for Harry.
"No," Harry answered back, "but with the last hour, I was beginning to wonder if you knew where anything was."
Marissa stuck out her tongue and continued on, then smiled at Harry, showing her flawless pearly white teeth that seemed to enhance the shine of her lip-gloss.
The first thing Harry noticed was a fairly large queue that was collecting on the side of the rundown building. There were many angelic-looking people standing in line. He noticed that each and every one of them were like living white marble sculptures with fluid and graceful movements meant for gods.
Marissa grabbed Harry's hand before he could protest and dragged him to the head of the line. When they reached the front, they looked at a large muscular vampire who was carrying a clipboard with stacks of paper.
Still holding Harry's hand, Marissa edged closer to the guard. "Hello. So what's a girl got to do to get inside?" she inquired sweetly.
The vampire lowered his clipboard to get a good view of Marissa. She was wearing black stilettos, knee-high boots that reached up to her mini black skirt, ones that matched perfectly with her red low-cut halter top. She had completed her look with dark eye makeup and a messy bun. Two locks of hair framed her impeccable porcelain face.
The vampire then looked at Harry, who had on black shoes and light blue jeans with a dark blue polo shirt.
The man said in a musical bass tone, "With a bird like you, nothing, gorgeous."
"Thanks," Marissa chirped back as he lifted up the rope, and they passed through.
As they entered through the large doors, Harry and Marissa scanned the layout of the club. It was extremely dark with flashes of different colors of lights dancing in their eyes to the booming music. In the center of the large warehouse room was a full dance floor. The dancers were moving immaculately to the music.
To their immediate right were four black, tall café tables with no chairs, and the walls were lined with red bench seating.
As the duo headed on, bumping and shoving to get to the center of the room, they noticed a bar in the left back corner, lined with many bar stools. Then they made their way to the other side of the room to a recently cleared table.
After they got situated, Marissa turned to Harry and asked, "What do you want to drink tonight? It's on me."
"Err…whatever you're having. I don't have a preference. Surprise me," said Harry, smiling.
Marissa cracked a smile, too. "Well, I'm an 'O' kind of girl. Love positive it's the best."
"That sounds nice. I'm a bit hungry as it is with you taking so long to get ready," Harry teased while watching a female bartender.
"Perfect. I'll place the order. Wait right here. I'll be back," Marissa shoved her way to the bar.
As Harry was waiting, a half drunk woman stumbled into him.
"Hello, there, I…a, I…a kind of bumped into yeh," giggled the blond Irish vampire.
"Hi." Harry awkwardly smiled back.
"You're kind of cute. What's your name? I'm Brit Latoya. Are you with someone? Want to dance?" She giggled seductively.
Harry, feeling completely awkward and out of place, answered, "Err…I am actually with someone. She's over there by the bar." Harry pointed to the bar area.
"Oh." Brit smiled and put one of her fingers to her lips, which were sparkling next her glossy teeth. "Is she up for a threesome?" She giggled again.
Harry, caught by the surprise, answered, "I don't know. She's coming this way right now."
Marissa, with two drinks in her hands, walked over to Harry. She noticed that he wasn't alone. The visitor looked to be about in her early twenties, but Marissa's senses told her otherwise.
"Hey, Marissa, over here!" shouted Harry as he waved his hand in the air.
Marissa got eye contact and shoved her way over.
The blond vampire was sitting on top of the tall table with her brown boots dangling off the edge.
"Sooo." Brit started looking at Harry.
Harry, getting the gesture, chugged his drink, then looked at the dance floor "Hey, Marissa, you want to go out on the floor with Brit and me?"
Marissa smiled and held out her hand for Harry. "Finally, some entertainment."
Brit smiled.
After a full hour of dancing and drinking, Harry and Marissa were back at the tables in front of the club where there was less noise.
Harry leaned back in his chair to see a vampire's watch on his right. "Marissa, you know, it's three in the morning, and I don't feel the least bit tired."
"That would probably be due to the fact that we don't need to sleep." She smirked.
"Oh." Harry tilted his head curiously.
Silence fell among them as they watched the dance floor. Marissa looked over at Harry and saw that he was in deep thought.
"What's on your mind?" she asked curiously.
"It's nothing." Harry smiled to himself.
Truthfully, he had just thought about all his friends and how much Hermione would disagree with what he was doing. What am I going to do about Hogwarts? he wondered.
"Spill it. You know we're friends. And besides, I am your maker, whether you like it or not." She laughed.
Harry laughed a bit, too, but not as much as Marissa.
"No, really, what are you thinking?" Marissa stopped laughing and looked at Harry.
"Well, it's just…" Harry trailed off.
"Do you want to go and talk and get something to eat?" Marissa picked up.
"Err…sure, I guess. If you want to go," said Harry.
Marissa got up and scooted her chair back, and Harry followed behind.
"Sure, let's get out."
She smiled at Harry fixing his shirt.
"I had greater expectations for this club, but then again, I'm just a picky American." She laughed.
"That you are," Harry teased as they left through the front doors and went into the silent night.
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"What do yeh think, Caleb? Boy, that was some night," said a woman with short curly red hair, emerald eyes, and a pale complexion.
"Yes, it was. Come, my love. We shall return home before sunrise," answered Caleb, an extremely tall man with wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and a pale complexion, grabbing Cassie's hand.
Once outside, the two vampires made their way down the alleyway, toward the docks, hand-in-hand.
"Ahh, it's so much quieter out here," Cassie continued in a soft voice only she and her mate could hear while she rested her head below her partner's shoulder.
"Now, Cassandra, I thought you loved loud music," said Caleb, keeping to the same tone, giving her a soft kiss on the top of her head.
"That's not the point," she expressed.
Caleb laughed. "Well, then, what is the point?"
"Forget it, mister. You will never understand," chuckled Cassie. Tilting her head back, she looked up at Caleb. "Why do you think Nicholas has us watching those moonlights?"
"Hush, now. It is not the time to discuss this. After all, look out there by the shore. They still linger," Caleb pointed out. Then, in a softer voice, he continued. "And we don't want them to get suspicious, now, do we?"
"Of course not, but we should ask Nicholas when we get back," Cassie whispered.
With a grumble, Caleb said, "Yes, it sounds easy when you say it like that. It's just that we are dealing with Nicholas here. I hate to admit it, but I don't want to get on his bad side. So, if we find the right moment to get our answers, then we can proceed. How does that sound, my love?"
"That sounds good." Cassie paused then, and looked out at the horizon. A tiny slither of light was forming. "Caleb, the night is over. We must get home now."
"Nicholas will be waiting. Yes, let us go."
In a flash, the two vampires had disappeared.
As the couple reached their destination, they both slowed their run to a brisk walk. Once out of the thick sheet of forest, they came to a clearing of land that held a beauteous sight. Lead by a stoned pathway, a huge mansion made of white sandstone stood.
Once at the entryway, the couple walked through an elegant room with very high ceilings and a sparkling chandelier. Scattered on the walls were old paintings. Each painting seemed to hold its own story.
Past the hallway, they came to a wooden door. Caleb knocked once, and then entered. Before the door could fully open, though, the owner of the regal house made himself known.
"I see the two of you have finally decided to grace me with your presence. Please come and have a seat," invited Nicholas. He was wearing a red, velvety cloak.
"It is nice to see you, Nicholas," Cassie greeted with a friendly smile. "Tell us, how was your night?"
With a grin, Nicholas answered, "It was grand. I was able to finish that painting. You should see it. Oh, it is so spectacular, probably one of my finest, but enough about me. What did you two find out about the two Moonlights?"
"Not much, my friend," answered Caleb. "We joined them in a club. I didn't hear much talk between the two, what with all the drinking and dancing."
"Yes, but they did say they were going for a walk, probably headed back home," added Cassie.
"Thank you for the information. It is somewhat helpful," said Nicholas, smiling.
Cassie and Caleb exchanged looks, as if they were mentally asking one another if it was the right moment to speak.
"What is it that you wanted with these moonlights?" said Caleb cautiously, breaking the ice.
With a smirk, Nicholas answered briefly, "It is not of my interest that you are watching those naïve children, but of someone else's. You know of whom I speak of. It is Aaliyah. Furthermore, she wants her moonlights' secret not to get out. She wants them trained and well-prepared for the inevitable."
"But what is so important about them?" Cassie asked. "From what I've observed, they are just newborns. You know, nothing special. What's her real reason?"
With a slight chuckle, Nicholas said, "Oh, curiosity really is something."
With a growl, Caleb spoke. "Are you just going to mock us all night, or answer our question? We, out of the kindness of our hearts, have been watching those moonlights for two weeks now, and all we ask for is some answers."
"I must say thank you, to the both of you," said Nicholas. "It is very gracious of you to answer to my call. The problem is that I gave Aaliyah my word that I would not tell anyone her secrets. She trusts me, you know," Nicholas affirmed.
"Yes, well, there is more then trust she has for you," teased Cassie, winking as she said it.
"For your information, I have none of that affection for her. We just get along very well." Nicholas smirked.
Caleb cleared his throat. "Yes, but we are getting off topic here, not that I don't care about your love interests. It's just that I believe Cassie and I both deserve an explanation."
After a raised eyebrow, Nicholas explained, "If it's the truth you want, then, by all means, go and have a chat with Aaliyah. Just don't mention my name at all."
"Sure thing," sniggered Cassie.
After looking at the clock, Nicholas stood up. "I hate to leave so soon, but if you would excuse me, I must be off to the council. All that I can tell you is to keep an eye out for those two moonlights until they go to Hogwarts, and then David can look after them."
"We will do our best. However, seeing that they are most active during the day, we can only give you what we can," Caleb explained.
"And we will be looking forward to that talk with Aaliyah," said Cassie with a smug grin.
Nicholas nodded, and then left.
"Do you think it worked?" Cassie asked Caleb.
With a smirk, Caleb answered. "No, it takes more than that to fool Nicholas, but I did enjoy you making a fool of yourself."
Cassie gave Caleb a playful slap right upside the face. "Now I feel better." She smiled.
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"So, where are we going now?" Harry asked as they walked the docks.
"Oh, I don't know. Why don't you tell me what's going on in your head?" Marissa was staring out over the water.
"Nothing," Harry answered simply.
Marissa flicked her hair out of her eyes and gave Harry one of her looks.
"Well, it's really nothing," Harry said slowly, "but what am I going to do about hunting later? It's just…I can't really go outside Hogwarts grounds whenever I need blood."
"Yes, I know," Marissa said in a low voice. "I've been thinking about that, too." She paused, and then looked up, something odd in her eyes. "Ever heard of a blood dealer?" She looked at Harry, hoping he knew, and would know where they could fine one.
"No," was Harry's short answer of defeat.
But he too was thinking.
"I guess we could try Knockturn Alley. They might."
"Knockturn?" Marissa questioned.
"Yeah…Knockturn is a place near Diagon Alley. That's where most of London's illegal Wizarding shops are," Harry explained. "We could give it a try."
Marissa was about to say something, but then she spotted a few early street workers, and her eyes lit up. Harry also noticed the pleasant scent and followed Marissa's lead. They went back to Marissa's house.
When they got inside, Marissa transfigured the red couch into a comfortable cot for Harry to rest on. Admiring her work, she jumped into her four poster bed and rested.
After watching Marissa, Harry climbed into the cot. Almost instantly, he fell into a deep, dreamless thought.
They didn't rest well forever, though. Six hours into their rest, they were abruptly woken by a loud raven outside their window.
"Shut up!" Harry half growled.
"Shut up, you stupid bird," Marissa elaborated. She threw her pillow forcefully at the boarded-up window. Shortly after, they heard the raven fly away.
Marissa levitated the pillow back and lied back down with a sigh.
Harry, on the other side of room, was tossing in his cot, trying to find that comfy spot again. In doing this, he was causing the floorboard to squeak.
Marissa growled and placed another pillow over her head. She sighed again, loudly.
Harry was still trying to get comfortable.
"Will you!" shouted Marissa, while throwing said pillow from her face. "Shut up," she said with another growl.
Harry, finally giving up, sat up and looked at Marissa. She already had another pillow on her head. "I can't rest anymore," Harry stated. "Are you awake yet?"
"Obviously," Marissa said sarcastically.
"Well…" Harry continued. "Well… Marissa?" He paused again.
"WHAT!" Marissa shouted.
"Well, when are we going to go to Knockturn Alley?"
"What?" Marissa moved some of her pillows aside.
Harry gave her a look.
"Oh… right…sure." Marissa started to remember. She pulled off her warm fleece blanket and rolled onto her side to get up.
"And?" Harry questioned.
"After breakfast, I guess," she answered.
Harry got up and turned around to make his bed. When he was done, he looked over at Marissa. She was trying to get out of bed, but she got caught in one of her sheets. Harry laughed as she fell down.
"Shut it, Harry," Marissa grumbled as she stood up and headed to the bathroom.
"Definitely not a morning person," Harry thought to himself. He found his way to the other bathroom.
After an hour of getting ready, plus arguments, one in which Marissa won the hot shower, they headed to Diagon Alley.
"Marissa, maybe we should change our appearances, to be safe," Harry said before they got too close to the old pub.
"Harry, I'm an American. I doubt anyone would recognize me. I've never been here before." Marissa was smiling.
"I know that," said Harry, "but since you're going to Hogwarts, you'll be seen later on, and I don't want anyone to make any connection between us and Knockturn Alley."
"Yes, I see your point," Marissa agreed. She started toward the pub, but Harry grabbed her arm.
"When we change our appearance through our own will, can we change our other features like faces and body the same way?" Harry asked.
Marissa pulled her hand away from Harry's. "I don't know. I've never tried."
"Will you try with me?" Harry pleaded when he saw the look in Marissa's eyes.
"I guess. What should I change, then? I love my hair."
"Well, you could be a redhead; I've always had a thing for redheads."
Marissa slapped him.
"Okay, Okay. But, really, err…short red hair with some highlights, and then hazel eyes would look nice."
"Yeah, but I want strawberry blond, not red. Red makes my face look fat. And for you…" Marissa said, twirling her hair, "blond…yes, with blue eyes, and your hair can have spikes again. Also, get darker skin so you look more Latino," She finished thoughtfully.
"Err…all right."
They both closed their eyes at the same time and willed themselves to change.
"That was an experience…" said Harry. "So, any changes?"
Marissa was shocked that it had worked, but none-the-less, she thought Harry looked more handsome than before.
"So?" Harry questioned again.
"You look presentable." Marissa smiled
"And you're quite a change, but you hair's too blond for my likes," Harry critiqued.
Marissa slapped him again in the same spot.
"OW! Stop that!" Harry whined.
"Well, then learn how to move." She laughed.
"Names," Harry stated.
Marissa looked at him "What?"
"We need new names. I'll be Jack and you can be Brit Latoya." Harry smirked.
Marissa made another pass to hit Harry again, but this time, he moved out of the way.
"Hell, no!" Marissa made another pass at Harry, this time hitting her target.
"How about Sarah?" she suggested.
Harry smiled at her. "I've never met a Sarah before."
"Well, now you have, Mr. Jack."
"We need last names too."
"Evans," Marissa shot out. "My best friend's last name was Evans."
"No, no, that won't work. My mum's maiden name was Evans. How about Moor? I heard that name on the telly once."
"Mandy Moor." Marissa laughed.
"What?" Harry asked, completely confused.
Marissa, after getting control of her laughter, went on. "Nothing, umm…how about Goodman?"
"All right, Jack Goodman, and you'll be…" Harry lifted his hand to mess with his new hairdo.
"Laveglia!" Marissa cut in.
"What?" Harry put his hand in his pocket.
"Laveglia," she said quickly.
"What?" Harry looked at her as if she was speaking another language.
"La-vail-ya, Laveglia." Marissa spoke to Harry like he was in preschool.
"Where did that come from?" asked a confused Harry.
"That was my mother's maiden name." Marissa smiled, feeling proud of herself for thinking of it.
"Right," Harry said, "but I doubt I can pronounce that right."
Marissa started to walk to the pub, leaving Harry, now Jack, behind.
"Hey, you never wait for me!" Harry yelled playfully.
"You're too slow, and I need to hunt soon, or else," Marissa said as she reached for the door.
After discreetly finding their way into Knockturn Alley, they began to search the stores. The cobbled streets were quite filthy, compared to the bright and spiffy Diagon Alley. They fought their way through the dark, narrow alley, and they came to a promising shop. The swinging wooden sign outside the grungy, old building read 'Knockturn's Apothecary.'
"Well, shall we?" Harry held the door open for Marissa.
"This had better be it. We've tried five already," Marissa groaned.
As they entered through the door, they were engulfed by the strange aromas that came from all over. Marissa took two steps to the center of the room, and then she stopped.
"I think we found it." She turned to Harry and motioned him to the front desk.
"He doesn't look too friendly," Harry said hesitantly.
He certainly didn't; he had tattoo sleeves on both arms and piercings all over his face. He looked to be middle-aged, and when they walked closer, they noticed that he smelled like garlic.
Marissa gave Harry another nudge. Before Harry could speak, though, the man surprised them.
"Hello, there, young lad. How can I be of service to you today?" The shop owner eyed Harry's pale complexion, almost mesmerized by their flawless bodies.
"Where are your parents, young ones?"
Harry stepped forward, silently praying he would not be recognized. "We don't need them. We're vampires, and we've heard that this is where we can find a dealer," Harry said smoothly.
Marissa smiled sweetly at the shop owner, showing her sharpened teeth.
"Ah…" The shopkeeper eyed them closely, acknowledging them.
"I see…" He paused.
"Can you help us?" asked Harry.
"That, I can." The shop owner smiled back. "Anything in particular?"
"Umm…yes, I think so. Do you have any O positive?" Marissa jumped in. "It's positively delightful." Her voice was musical.
"Yes, yes, I do believe so. I just got a new shipment in last night. I'll go see the new coolers. Be back in a jiff." The shopkeeper went into the back room.
"Isn't O positive too sweet?" asked Harry, looking at the assortment of objects around the store.
"No, no, that would be O negative. I won't drink that stuff." She laughed.
In a few minutes, the shopkeeper returned, and Marissa and Harry walked to the front again.
"So, how much do you want?"
Marissa spoke first. "A good amount. Enough to last us through the month."
"Do you drink a lot, or a medium amount?"
"Medium for me," Marissa answered, and she looked over at Harry.
"Medium for me, too, I guess," Harry replied.
"All right, then. I suggest forty-five ounces at best." He disappeared through the back again.
"I promise to pay you back when I can," said Marissa, watching Harry as he reached for his money bag. They had gone to Gringotts' Wizarding Bank earlier that day, and they'd pulled out a hefty sum.
"I understand." Harry smiled back.
The shopkeeper came back with a good-sized imported keg.
"Will that be all?" he voiced, lifting it to the top of the desk.
"Yes," Harry answered for both of them.
"Well, then. That would put you at six Galleons."
Harry handed him the correct amount, and then took the keg. Marissa shrunk it and put into her bag. Harry noticed that after it was shrunk, it was only about the size of a large box of gum.
They both thanked the shopkeeper and informed him that they would be back in a month. After that, they took off to Diagon Alley, to continue shopping.
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AN: Sorry for the delay we will try to get the next chapter up sooner. PLEASE REVIEW! Thank you : ) More to come!
