The Dark Conspiracy
A/N: I'm baaaaaaaack! Missed me? I'm actually still strapped I a hospital bed, but who cares? I got my laptop back (Thanks Darwin). Thank you all for the well –wishes and the reviews. I'm deeply touched. Here you go, the next installment. Enjoy and don't forget to review!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but an ugly hospital bracelet tag.
Chapter 33: In The Bed Chamber
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"Ugh, I was hoping not to see your ugly face this soon," Harry spat out heatedly as he folded his arms across his chest. His emerald eyes glared at the man in front of him as if wanting to kill the guy with a mere look. The man absentmindedly touched his face and his blonde hair. He frowned.
"Insolent brat!"
Harry smirked.
"You know, when you say it, it doesn't sound quite as an insult. Try to snarl a bit more, then huff after you say brat –really, Severus does it way better than you do,"
The blonde's face then morphed into a painful smile.
"You would think that, don't you?" He began to circle around Harry, who at that point still refused to move. After a few seconds, he stopped right behind the young savior.
"Tell me, what has my dear childe Custos told you about me?"
Harry scowled.
"Listen here, dickhead, he's not yours, he's mine! Mine! M-I-N-E! Get it? And he only told me of your name –Argen –" here, Harry spat out the name with much venom. "And that you're one ugly old and mean vampire who thinks that he can make a good lap dog out of me. Well, Argen, let me tell you another important thing," Harry spun around to face him, his green orbs obviously burning with rage. "News flash! It ain't happening!"
Argen continued to hold Harry's gaze for a few more seconds, and then to Harry's astonishment, the vampire laughed.
"I would have made a wonderful choice of you. If only you would submit to me, perhaps we can avoid this ugly debacle about to take place," Argen moved closer towards Harry, forcing the young wizard to back away to avoid contact –until Harry fell backwards onto the large bed right behind him. Argen continued to inch closet, never taking his now, red, feral eyes, off of Harry's startled emerald ones. Soon enough, Harry was half-lying on the bed, propped up on his elbows, with Argen leaning on top of him. Harry then shook his head as if trying to get rid of water stuck in his ears.
"I know what you are doing," he told the blonde vampire who smiled.
"Really? Tell me then, Salvatore," Argen whispered back.
"Stop trying to hypnotize me! You disgusting bastard!" Harry spat out. "It won't work on me, okay? I'm in love with Severus Snape!"
Argen continued staring into the wizard savior's eyes.
"Oh, is that so?"
"I'm going to punch you," Harry retorted threateningly. Argen smirked.
"Really Salvatore? I don't think –"
'SMACK!'
Harry's fist connected with the blonde vampire's nose, forcing the latter to get off the bed. Harry took the time to upright himself. Argen's hands were covering his nose, where Harry's fist landed the punch.
"Why you –" Argen made a move to grab Harry, his ace distorted in an obvious display of rage; his eyes flaring, his fangs bared. Good thing for Harry, his lightning quick reflexes saved him from the furious dark creature.
"What? I warned you, didn't I?" Harry said as he dodged the vampire.
"Obnoxious twit! I will –"
But the rest of Argen's words and what was supposed to be another attempt to lunge at Harry were interrupted when a door opened. Both of them eyed the newcomer who entered the room.
"Ferum," Argen acknowledged the auburn-haired man who strode forward. Harry ran his fingers through his already messed up hair.
"Not another ugly old vampire!" he muttered dejectedly. Both dark creatures stared at him. Ferum looked like he was about to burst a vein in his head. The redhead made a move towards Harry, but Argen stepped in front of his second-in-command.
"He is mine to deal with," Argen snarled, eyeing Ferum gravely.
"Yeah, one ugly vampire at a time!" Harry yelled from his position by the bed, making a show of cracking his knuckles. Ferum turned his eyes on him.
"Insolent brat!"
Harry stopped what he was doing and sighed.
"Really, you guys should take lessons from Severus. You have to make your nostrils flare a bit more and put emphasis on 'in' instead of 'brat' -it sounds more condescending if you do it that way,"
Ferum made a face and was about to push past Argen, when the blonde grabbed a hold of him.
"Now, you see why he won't do?" Argen said darkly. Ferum snarled but did not say anything regarding the matter. He then addressed his sire once more.
"I have captured your wayward childe."
With those few words, Argen's whole face lit up. The blonde sire eyed Harry, who looked oblivious to the matter, then Ferum once more. Argen licked his lips. Ferum saw this and cleared his throat. Argen looked at him quizzically. Ferum sighed.
"My sire, don't you suppose that we wait until it's closer to the new moon –"
"Hey, you two twats about done? Out of courtesy for your untimely invitation, I would have stayed for tea, but really, I must be off son. I've got a worried wife waiting at home for me –"
Argen frowned for a bit then smirked.
"No, you don't Salvatore,"
Harry shrugged.
"Well, yeah, I suppose, " he conceded. "I mean, Sev really won't appreciate me referring to him as my wife… but he worries like one, so –"
Argen and Ferum exchanged looks. Ferum nodded and clapped his hands. IN an instant, about a dozen of their minions entered the bed chamber. Harry stopped in mid-rant.
"Is it tea time now?"
Argen merely smiled and took a seat on an armchair by the other side of the room. Ferum on the other hand, stepped forward and moved towards Harry.
"You will see your –er –wife –soon, Salvatore, don't fret,"
Harry's face morphed into a look of confusion. And then, it hit him. Harry then made his way towards the exit where a dozen vampires blocked his way.
"Out of my way, you morons!" He tried to push past them, but a couple of pairs oh hands pushed him back. The young wizard snarled.
"Get out of my way or I'll –"
"Curse them, will you?" Ferum said tauntingly. The auburn-haired man then proceeded to draw out something from his pocket.
"My wand!" Harry made a move to grab it, but Ferum was quicker than he was. It also did not help that about half of the vampire minions were holding him back. The young man struggled against the grasp of the undead.
"Give it back, you coward!"
Ferum merely smiled at him, then looked at Argen, who still sat, looking very much amused. He gave his sire a questioning look, to which, Argen responded with a nod. Ferum turned his attention back at Harry.
"You see, Salvatore, it wouldn't be fair if I gave this back to you. You wizards are known to play dirty. What insurance do I get that you will not –harm me?" Ferum told him mockingly. Harry continued to struggle free.
"I don't need my wand to hurt you!" He yelled. "Because if you lay one finger on Severus, you would wish you never have met me!" Harry spat out angrily. Ferum smirked.
"Hurt our own?" Ferum shook his head carefully. "Tut, tut, Salvatore. We are not beneath your preconceived notions of our kind." Ferum moved closer to Harry. "Why would we hurt our number one –asset?"
Harry looked murderous. He started to struggle more violently against the six vampires who held him back. He had managed to kick to away –they were replaced by four more as soon as they were on the floor. Argen could be seen watching Harry's display of strength in his seat with a glint in his red eyes.
"He is not yours! Severus is mine!" Harry snarled as eight full-grown, fully transformed vampires held him.
"Really?" Ferum then reached into his pocket once more, pulling out another rather familiar-looking object. Harry gasped.
"That's –that's Severus' wand! What did you do to him? I swear I will kill you –"
Ferum chuckled.
"Vampire. Dead, remember?" He pointed to himself mockingly. "And who says I had to do something to get this blasted stick? Custos surrendered this to me –"
"He would never!" Harry screamed, his throat almost scratched by the force of his voice. "Severus would never –"
"Never what?" Ferum challenged him. "Never give up on being a weak wizard? Never willingly come back to our fold? Never… betray you?"
"You're lying!" Harry tried to pull one arm free just to smack the redhead bastard right in the face. "Severus loves me! We are bonded! He will never turn his back against me! You hear me? Never!" With all the force left I his body, Harry managed to knock out four cretins this time –but there were still four more who held on to his legs so, he wasn't able to march up to the ugly vampire. Instead, he tried to wave his hand to try and summon his wand, but it didn't work. Ferum sighed deeply.
"You are forgetting who Custos is, Salvatore. He is one of us. Wizarding bonds break. Creature bonds however, do not. Not even until death and beyond."
"No!" Harry yelled. He knew the man was probably right. He and Severus did discuss the possibility of Argen's hold on Custos overriding the true bond that the two of them shared. Harry closed his eyes and tried to open his link to Severus.
'Sev? Can you hear me?'
No answer.
'Come on, Severus! I need to know if you're okay!'
Still no answer.
BY the time Harry opened his eyes, Argen had already left his spectator's seat and was once more mere inches away from Harry's face.
"Well, Salvatore, did it work?"
Harry looked at him with a piercing glare. He spat on Argen's face. Argen backed away and turned to Ferum. The auburn-haired man reached up to clean his sire's face. When they were done, Argen turned his attention back to Harry.
"You have tested my patience enough, Salvatore," The ice blonde muttered darkly. "You will pay for your insolence. And I will enjoy every second of it." The head vampire then turned to his minions, all twelve of them now grasping a part of Harry as if their very existence depended on it.
"Take him away to the heart of the dungeons. Tie him up nice and tight and do not provide for him."
"Bastard!" Harry screamed as twelve fully grown vampires dragged him out of the chamber. "You will not get away with this! Once I find Severus, I will –"
"No need for your efforts, Salvatore," Argen said cryptically. "He will be the one to come and find you. And mark my words when I say, you will not like your reunion at all." Argen then laughed manically as a confused Harry Potter was dragged out of the room.
'Pity,' he thought. Harry Potter was indeed tremendously powerful even without the use of magic. 'He would have been the perfect mate,' Argen sighed as he felt a strange twitch in his groin. It was the new moon in two days; he could hardly wait until he could claim Custos, who would be his mate.
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A/n: That was probably the longest chunk I've ever written without scene or POV switches or breaks. Now, tell me if it is any good. How about 10 reviews to welcome me back? Pretty please? Thank you! Love, Eastwoodgirl.