AN: Sorry it took soooooooo long….
Disclaimer: Blade, HP, and BtVS are not mine…
Chapter Eight
In the middle of the night
It was a cold night. Foreboding skies loomed over head as three shady figures made their way out of their four door. The car was parked parallel to the curb in front of a small single family house. The lights were all off in the house. It could only be made out from the flickering of lamps over the street, and the small stream of light reflected from the full moon. It was fortunate for the three that most of the moon's light was captured in the large storm clouds which rumbled ominously.
The trio of men varied extremely. A tall one led the group. He had black hair that seemed to swallow the light. His nose stood out crookedly, obviously having been broken numerous times. The two that trailed behind him could have been twins except for the height of the third. He was only a little over five and a half-feet. The other was just shorter than the leader at 5'11". They made little noise while making their way to the house.
"This is the one?" Asked the shortest of the lot. The bigger more confident one leading the way to the house answered.
"Da." His voice was colder than the air that filled their lungs. The shorter man couldn't suppress the shiver of fear that traveled down his spine at the sound. He looked towards his companion to see a similar expression on his face, though much more guarded than his own. When they reached the door the short man jumped into action. He quickly kneeled at the door and began to use a few tools to pick the lock of the door.
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"Dan did you hear that?" Asked a nervous woman. Her husband groaned slightly rolling over in bed to face his wife. Her brown hair fell messily around her shoulders. Bright scared eyes stared into his own brown eyes. Reaching out a hand to soother her he answered.
"It was just the storm, Em." He answered rubbing comforting circles on her shoulder. "Go back to sleep." He suggested before closing his eyes once more. Em, however was far from soothed. A loud crash from downstairs caused her to jump in fear.
"Dan!" She hissed. He groaned. She elbowed him.
"Fine." He conceded defeat. "I'll check it out." He attempted to get up from the bed unsuccessfully as he was pulled back down by his hysterical wife.
"Are you nuts!? Call the police!" She ordered. He looked at he as though a child sat in front of him instead of his thirty-seven year old wife.
"Hun," He began soothingly, "for all we know it's only Herm, coming home." He said placating. "We can't call the police because we heard a noise." She frowned in clear disagreement, but relinquished her grasp on his shirt. He yawned as he pulled the sheet off his body, and padded to the door. He gave one calming look back towards his wife before heading outside. The hallway was colder than his room, and as he walked down the hall he longed to be back in bed. Just as he reached the stairs a loud crash from down stairs sounded through the silent hall. Fearfully he grabbed the first thing he saw to use as a weapon. He squeezed hard smashing the flowers he had grabbed from the near vase. Throwing the abused buds to the floor he grabbed the heavy glass ornament next to the vase. It was a laser sculpture of his family. More carefully now, he climbed down the stairs silently wishing he had called the police. 'The wife is always right.' He reminded himself. He winced as the third to last step gave a horrible groan. He squinted into the darkness, searching for anything a miss. Shaking off his fear he made his way down the stairs and to the front door.
"Hermione?" He called out cautiously. As his hand touched the cold steel knob his fears dissipated some what. The handle acting as a grounding for him. However, his fears were double when he noticed the lock had been stripped. Cursing himself for not calling the police he began to run towards the nearest phone.
"Imperio." All thoughts of whys and ifs left his mind only to be replaced with a claming euphoric feeling like no other he had ever experienced. All his problems were gone. Every weakness he had, replaced with power, and every doubt with fierce determination. A soothing voice; like that of a Sirens call, both full of promise and power. It sounded through the fog and gave him purpose, a purpose that over whelmed his being.
"Call your wife… tell her all is well. Tell her she must come down to see her daughter."
It certainly seemd like as good an idea as any he had had. "HUN! Everything's fine down here! It was just Hermione! I think you should come down though!" Three figures emerged from their chosen hiding spots. The cold hearted leader looked at his comrades commandingly.
"Remember the woman is mine." Although he spoke calmly, the authority in his voice was unmistakable. The other two nodded fearfully. He returned it with animalistic and vicious smile.
"They live at number 5 Viola." She mumbled from where her head was smothered into Harry's neck. Hermione shuddered when she felt the strong pulse beat against her tender lips. She opened them slightly and licked the spot on his neck….
Her canines elongated into sharp fangs. She pressed them gently against his skin. Finally with clarity of self lost she sheathed them deep inside his tender flesh. The blood flowed to her like an elixir of life. In every ounce a promise of hope and vitality filled her more thickly than blood should. She drank for what felt like a life time. The blood was so much more than the demon she had become could have expected. In a mere moment she was drunk off the power that now flowed through her as well. But a small yet powerful blast of righteousness flowed freely through the DNA. It was too much for the animal inside her. Her fangs with drew quickly. Her eyes widened and she gave a cry of pain. However, this pain was not in the physical sense. She cried for loss of innocence. She cried for the fallen. She cried for the forgotten warrior whom saved her life. In less than a second she felt as though she had gained more wisdom than her entire life. She felt as Moses receiving the glimpse of the almighty. It both fulfilled her and destroyed her. All of this taking place in a mere moment.
"For fuck sake!" Harry snapped angrily. "You're making this a lot harder on yourself. Now you've tasted blood…" Harry trailed off quietly. Hermione was much more aware now after her brief meal. His full meaning penetrated the lustful fog of her mind. She went over the many books she'd read on vampires in her head.
"I'm doomed now, aren't I?" She asked quietly. Harry looked down into her pale face. He searched through her brown eyes and found something he had been missing in himself. He saw love.
"Not if it can be helped." Harry said. Hermione nodded once in understanding. Finally they reached his bike. Harry placed Hermione onto the back carefully and waited for her to get a grip. He hastily made his own way on to disable the security system. He was sure she would die now if the UV came on full blast. It confused him, however, that she seemed to be turned while still 'alive'. Humans didn't usually become vamps 'till after they had died and if she had died she wouldn't act so human.
"Hold on tight." He commanded looking back at her. She nodded fearfully, and wrapped her arms tightly about his torso. The bike seemed to come to life with a clap of thunder, seemingly knowing its master's desire for speed. With a shriek from Hermione, they were gone.
With Harry driving, they reached the house in record time. The trip was fast enough for Hermione's guilt to grow over having bitten her mysterious hero. Now he would turn as well if he didn't get the cure soon. She felt like sobbing.
Harry turned off the engine and helped lay her down on the grass next to the sidewalk.
"Stay here no matter what." He commanded. She gave a tired nod. With out looking back he charged towards the house.
Emily Granger made her way down the stairs in a rush. 'Oh! Hermione better not be drunk!" She thought angrily. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she stopped in shock.
"Dan!" She screamed in panic. Before she could even comprehend what was happening she was already being thrown onto the floor. A cold hand wrapped itself in a vice around her neck.
"Move and I snap your husband's neck." The owner of the hand hissed in a deadly voice while motioning to the catatonic man sitting on the floor. He was currently cutting into his arms with broken pieces of glass. Other cuts and burns stood out along his naked torso where his shirt had been opened. She noticed to men, one with a stick pointed at her husband, laughing cruelly while watching.
"Wh- what's g-g-going on." She finally stuttered. Suddenly something clicked in her mind. "Your wizards!" She accused. "Working for Voldemort!" This earned her a hard slap to the face.
"You are not worthy to speak his name!" One of the men torturing her husband screamed.
"She will learn." Replied the man on top of her. "Maybe if she learns well, I'll keep he as a pet." Emily shuddered at the implications of that statement. "By the way," He whispered in her ear, "I'm not a wizard." Unbeknownst to her his fangs grew and his eyes narrowed to slits just before he bent his head to sink his teeth into her delicate skin….
BOOM
The sound of the heavy door getting blown off its hinges and landing on the hard wood floor made all the humans ears ring inside the small house. The one vampire dropped his prey angrily at the interruption.
"What is this?" He asked. "One of Dumbledore's stooges? I don't believe you know what you've gotten yourself into." He stated mockingly.
Harry calmly walked into the little light that illuminated the house. As it landed on his face the vamp let out a hiss of fear.
"The shadow! How did you know-"
"Your boss is dead," Harry interrupted, " and about ten minutes ago the C-4 I planted at your club blew anything inside into small pieces of jerky." The vamp seemed to lose his fear at them mention of his lost comrades.
"My wife!"….and family. Harry smirked.
"Sorry 'bout tha' Gov'na." He said taking on a cockney accent. The vamp screamed furiously before launching himself at Harry… he was dust before he made it three feet. Harry looked around the room. Making sure he was now alone with only the two wizards as threats. Surprised at seeing none he smirked at the two trembling wizards standing across the room.
"How d-did you do that?" The shorter one asked. The other looked just a fearfully confused. Harry threw his arm out slowly in their direction. A spike shot across the room and stuck into the wall between the two Death Eaters. A long silver chain trailed from the wall back towards Harry's arm. Then before either could blink it was gone. They could only catch a glimpse as it disappeared into Harry's coat. That seemed to trigger there survival mode. They both attempted to apparate out of there.
Harry smirked. "You know, I think you guys put anti-aparation wards up." They both paled knowing this was true. Raising there wands in one last ditch effort.
"Avada Kedavera!" They shouted in unison. The green spells soared towards Harry quickly, and Emily was sure her savior would now meet his end. Harry, however, looked perfectly calm as he pulled out his wand.
"Agito!" He commanded. A small black hole opened up before him which consumed the two spells. Half a second later they appeared behind the two men and struck them in their backs. They fell to the ground dead.
Hermione's eyes widened from her spot at the door. He was a wizard! 'Why'd he use all those muggle things then, and how did he block an unforgivable!?!' She asked herself. Harry turned and saw her. He leveled a glare at her.
"I told you to stay put." Hermione looked down.
"Sorry." She mumbled. Harry gave an uncharacteristic huff and made his way over to her. As he bent his messy hair fell back to reveal his lightning bolt scar. Hermione gasped.
"But b-but y-y-you're…"
"Dead?" Harry asked with a smirk. "I tell you the story if I don't have to kill you in the morning." He grabbed her and her two parents before activating an emergency portkey to take them to his new home…
TBC
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