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World of Darkness
(A/N I'd like to take a quick moment to thank my new beta Dog-boy)
Chapter 6: Shadowed Conflict
One consciousness moved through the void, constantly searching for the one who dared to challenge his authority. The one will that stood between him and his chosen army was out there. He felt the will earlier when the other had entered the void, but now there was nothing. As he drew nearer he should be able to sense the other, but there was still nothing. Soon, when the other again used the shadows he would feel his presence once more. Then no one would stand in his way from conquering what he had lay dormant waiting for. He had waited so long that another day wouldn't matter. But soon, yes very soon, he would have what was owed him. Darkness would cover the world once more!
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Harry sat in his room once more, the shadows from the fire flickered and danced before him. Questions raged inside him, questions that he had no answers for. Who were those people? What did they want with him? Were they wizards? Why did the wizards want to hurt him and his friends? Harry caught himself on the last question. When had he stop referring to them as vampires and start believing they were friends. It had been a sudden change that he hadn't been aware of. Perhaps it was when they treated him like he actually mattered. Or maybe when they offered him a place to stay. He had gone for so long without friends that he barely recognized when that changed. Perhaps he wasn't so alone anymore, he had Fiona and the Elder to be with him in his darkness. No, what would they want with a worthless person like himself.
"Shade, are you hungry? I stopped while I was out this evening and brought back some fruit. I thought you could use something." Harry didn't here the Elder come into the room, but when he spun around he found the ancient standing there.
"Thank you sir!" Harry took the food from the Elder and sat down in a chair to eat and continue his thoughts. His life had changed so much in the last few days that he couldn't believe he wasn't still in some elaborate dream.
"You look troubled, tell me what is on your mind." Harry debated asking his questions, then he had to decide which one was screaming for the most attention. Even he was surprised with the question he finally choose to ask.
"Are wizards bad?" Harry's only contact with wizards had concluded with them trying to hurt him so he naturally drew that conclusion. Yet something inside him screamed that there was more to the story. The old vampire thought carefully about how to answer the boys question.
"I have lived for a very long time, and from what I have determined the answer to that question is no. Wizards aren't necessarily bad, no I think it would be better to call them short sighted." Harry wasn't sure what the elder had meant and he asked him about it.
"Short sighted?"
"Yes, you see wizards tend to come to quick conclusions. They color everything with black and white. They fill their world with boundaries of what is right and what is wrong. Then they place brands on others as to which category they fall into. This is where the trouble really begins. More often than not, they place people into the wrong categories. Or they force something into a category because they can't find a adequate place for it in their view of the world. For instance, Vampires drink blood to live. Therefore we have been branded as a dark creature. They focus on the taking of the life, and block out the fact that we need it to live. And don't even get me started with how annoyed I am at being labeled a creature. Anyway, they then decide that all Vampires should be killed. Basically they end up doing the very same thing they accuse us of doing. But in their minds, they are justified for killing. Nothing is ever entirely white or black. If you've learned anything, it's that you should always look at it from the other persons perspective before making a decision. Unfortunately unlike Vampires, you can't take a few years before you make up your mind. Still, sparing a minuet or two never did hurt anyone." This put Harry's mind to ease and he swore to himself that he would always give his actions a bit more thought.
"Then why were they trying to attack us? They didn't know that Fiona was a Vampire." This was another problem that had been bugging him.
"Alas, that is a question in which you will have to find the answer to. I'm sure that it will be answered in your future, but until then you should enjoy the journey. Never forget to enjoy the journey, or you can never value the destination. Now I have placed a few books on the vampiric language on your dresser. You can give them a looking at, but then you need your rest. I must go and talk with Fiona, so I bid you a good morn." The ancient Vampire left Harry with many questions. For now he would look at the books and then he would let the journey take him where it wished.
The Elder exited the boys chambers and stalked through the cave halls. The wizards now knew where the boy was staying and they would definitely come after him. It was only a matter of time until they came back in force. Arrangements had to be made till the threat was over, it would become to dangerous for the boy to stay.
"Fiona, you did well in protecting the boy." The younger vampire joined him while walking through the tunnels.
"My Elder, may I ask a question of you?" Questions similar to Harry's had been plaguing her as well.
"You already have, but I believe I am up to answering another tonight." Fiona wondered how someone so old could manage to be so annoying. Yet she respected him and he was to powerful to force into answering her questions.
"What do the wizards want with the boy, what is he to them?" Fiona was fairly certain that they were not after herself and Taylor. They seemed more interested in the boy, if anything they were surprised he was in the company of vampires.
"I believe that boy is a lot of things to a lot of people. However, his destiny currently resides here. For now I must consider where I should suggest him to go." There was just to much mystery surrounding the boy for Fiona's liking.
"Suggest? If he's really so important, won't you just make him go where you feel he would be safest?" The Elder turned his smirking gaze upon the younger vampire.
"My dear child, you would have a easier time halting the dawn then controlling that boy. No, I will make my suggestion and it will be his choice." The Elder once more turned back inside himself, contemplating the outcomes of the future. Then he seemed to come up with a idea that seemed to truly please him.
"Perhaps he could travel with the Romani for a time. We have been in good standing with them, and the wizards would be unable to track their movements." Fiona let her nose crinkle in distaste at the idea.
"The Romani, what possible defense could those gypsies offer the boy. If he is truly important we should send him somewhere in which someone can better protect him." Fiona did not have very high opinions of the nomadic clan of gypsies.
"No, The Romani will do quite nicely. They should be traveling through this area as it is. I will send a message to them now, and they should arrive no latter then before tomorrow's dawn." Fiona was still not happy with this decision, but she wasn't in a position in which she could contradict the Elders decision. No she would have to trust his judgment.
"Very well, you know best." Fiona made sure that her voice made it clear that she thought he was making a mistake. This was the only form of defiance she would actively show in the Elders presence.
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The rose in the sky and revealed that which was covered by the night. It cast it's light down upon the world and brightened all it touched. Only those safely tucked away were spared it's harsh rays of light. However those who sat in a comfortable sitting room in a great castle welcomed those rays. They meant protection from a force who they would meet all to soon.
"Sir, are you sure we should meet them so soon. Perhaps it is better to wait for a little while. Or perhaps we should go in the day when we can search without as much fear of being caught." A rather severe looking woman sat in a large backed chair.
"No, I believe that a prompt response is the best possible course of action. Tonight we will go to them and ask for the boy back. If that doesn't work, or they decide not to give him to us we will take him back." the old man withdrew a jeweled pendant on a chain.
"These are light stones, they will protect us by casting a light equivalent to sunlight around our bodies. They should provide protection from vampires as well as allowing us to have easier control of Harry. We will not have the added benefit of a lighted environment when we reach him. For his and our safety I advice the use of stunning spells before attempting to save him." The old bearded wizard handed out a light stone to the ten he had gathered in preparation for their raid on the vampires stronghold.
"Sir, How many vampires are we expecting to live in this nest?" A extremely short man asked the old wizard.
"All my records state that vampires have controlled that particular cave system for many millennia. It will be a full nest, but the stones should protect us from all but the most stubborn of attackers. I suggest we rest now, it will be a most interesting night. Hopefully by the dawn Mr. Potter will be back where he belongs." The old wizard sat back in his chair and watched as the ten others exited his office.
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Yes, the other is closer now. The feeling coursed through the void telling the hunter that his prey was near. It would not be long until he reached the end of his hunt. Seconds moved like years inside the void and miles were covered in a blink of a eye. It was foggy before, something was stopping him from locating his query. Now as the sun outside the void set he could better feel the other through the fog. Perhaps it would be tonight, yes maybe tonight would be when he claimed his spot of glory as ruler.
He could feel others around his prey. The one who sought to contend him for control of the night had surrounded himself with creatures who would die to protect him. Wise indeed, it would give the other time to escape if he must. It would make no difference now though, if the other ran in the void he would swiftly track him down. Thousands of years had given him a mastery of the shadow which the other could only dream of gaining.
After so long his exile would finally be over. No more would he be confined to the infinity of the void. Now he could walk the earth once more. Now only the other would stand in his way.
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Harry awoke to find himself slumped over a book he had been reading the night before. The vampiric language was beautiful in it's own way. A true testament to the thousands of years that went into it's defining. The way it seemed to flow on the page, seeming to have a life of it's own. He found he could gaze at the symbols and scrolling for all eternity. The basic alphabet was much larger than the alphabet he had learned in school, but he got the hang of it quickly. What really confused him was how vampires had hundreds of words with the same meanings. Each used for a particular nuance of what you intended to describe. Perhaps if he worked hard he may be able to learn the ever changing language in a few years. For now however he was pleased with his progress and could sound out basic words.
Once awake he set the book to the side, and got out of his bed. He put on another set of the medieval clothes that had been set out for him. Another white courtier shirt and black pair of breeches awaited him. This time there was a dark green tunic and cloak set out next to it. After slipping the tunic over his shirt and fastening it down with his belt he attached the cloak over his shoulders.
He stood still for a second before making up his mind and shifting through the shadows to appear in the front of the cave mouth. The sky was lit by the setting sun, and for the first time in days it's warm rays touched his pale cheeks. The sun really wasn't all that bad, or perhaps he was simply seeing it without dark clouds looming overhead. It cast it's orange and reds across the horizon and combined it with pink. The colors swirled together like they would on a artists palette before brush meets paper. The whole view combined to bring a warm feeling to Harry's heart. He pitied the vampires for never being able to see this sight.
Yet something felt wrong around him. A feeling inside him stirred as a warning to approaching danger. Yes, it was there now and he could feel it more clearly though he didn't have words to describe it. It was like a single ominous cloud had set itself into the beautiful sky and was growing closer as seconds past. Harry had the urge to leap into the void and run, but he pushed it away as foolish fear.
Something else placed itself in the air, a merry music seemed to float on the breeze. Enticing the senses with it's beauty and drawing the listener to come and join it. He wanted to go and make the music as well, but he knew the Elder would worry if he just disappeared. So after struggling to catch the last few bars of a song he didn't know the words to, he stepped back into his room in the cave.
For another hour Harry waited in his room. He kept trying to read the script in his book, yet his mind continued to wander to the music that floated through the air. It felt like it was calling to him, drawing him to it's source. The temptation was growing and he probably would have gone to if it wasn't for the knock on his door.
"Come in." This in itself was strange to him as he was used to the Dursley's not caring if he wanted them to enter or not. Not that they often stooped to enter his cupboard, or that they could fit if they did.
"Ah Harry, I hope the moon finds you well tonight." The elder glided into the room and took a seat next to him. He looked over Harry's shoulder to see how he was doing.
"I'm glad to see you have taken a interest in our language. One can never learn to many languages. At your age you should be able to soak it up like a sponge. Might I suggest Elvish or maybe some of the dead languages after you finish." Harry closed his book to give the Elder his full attention. He had begun to have great respect for the old vampire that had taken him in.
"I like the way the letters flow. It's kind of hard pronouncing some of it, but It does seem to roll off my tongue nicely." Harry attempted to make a few of the base sounds. It would take some getting used to but he enjoyed it.
"Yes, most older magical languages become flowing and smooth over the centuries. I think you'd like the way Elvish plays with your ears when it is spoken." The Vampire spoke a few Elvish words and Harry couldn't help but be amazed with it's almost musical tone.
"Is there anything you wanted to see me about?" Not that Harry wanted the vampire to leave, he just was enjoying the book before the elder had come.
"Yes, actually I have to ask you to do something for me Shade. You see it has become necessary that you leave for a little while. I thought this would be a good thing for you anyway. Be amongst your own kind for awhile. Actually I was able to get in contact with some friends of mine that are traveling through the area. I believe they are camped in the area you first meet Fiona. It's not that we want you to leave, more that it would be better if you weren't here for a little while." The Elder didn't want the boy to think that he was being a burden, but he also wanted to stress the importance of him leaving for a little while. Harry wasn't sure if the vampire was kicking him out or not, but other worries were bothering him as well.
"But if I go how will I learn to use the blood magic?" Harry had been able to access it when he was being attacked, but he didn't have control over it at will yet.
"You will learn, it is a natural part of everyone, you just need to harness it. I expect if you concentrated hard enough you might be able to use the magic now. But over time your control will only improve. Besides, the fresh air will do you good. It's not right for a boy your age to be trapped up in a cave all the time." The vampire watched as the boys face began to relax. He could tell that the worries of being permanently cast out were being assuaged.
"Who are these people? When would I leave, and when would I be able to come back?" Harry couldn't say that he didn't miss be able to move around outside.
"They are the Romani, a group of gypsies that travels this area and then heads farther north. I'm sure you will like them. Personally, I envy you. Gypsies are known for their music and dance. If I hadn't other responsibilities I would go with you. You would leave tonight, and be back in a little over a week." Harry smiled inwardly, the fact that he would be back only proved that the vampire wanted him to return. Also, could it be that the music that was calling him came from the gypsy camp.
"OK, as long as I can come back." The thought of loosing his new home was more than Harry wanted to bear.
"Of course you can come back. You intrigue me young one, I believe I would miss your presence if you left." This was the closest that the Elder came to saying that he cared what happened to someone in many millennia. It wasn't just the fact that the boy's will held Drayor in check, he had actually begun to think of the boy as one of his few children. Even though the boy was not a vampire he had become connected.
"Might I take this book along with me?" The elder got out of his chair and retrieved a back pack filled with some clothes and several books.
"Most assuredly, I also packed some other books written in the vampiric language as well. It is good practice to translate. It will help you learn faster, as well as give you better ideas on how magic can be controlled in the blood as well as through spells used by wizards and vampires alike." Harry took the satchel from the vampire and nearly dropped it on the floor due to it's weight.
"I thought you could use some practice. Fiona will be here shortly, I believe she wanted to wish you a good trip before you go." The elder gave him a pat on the shoulder and then left the chamber.
Harry attempted to lift the satchel again and was met with similar results to his first attempt. Frustrated by his attempts he forced himself to try and feel the magic that he had used the night prior. He looked into himself and concentrated on the flow of life energy that circulated inside himself. He could feel the power like a well inside him. Then he drew the power out of the well and forced some of it through his body. Immediately he could feel the strength inside of himself, a strength that he never before had.
He reached down and picked up the heavy satchel as if it was a feather and slung it across his back. This was something he could definitely get used to. The sound of clapping drew his attention to the door where Fiona stood watching him.
"Very good, I can definitely say that I am proud." Harry blushed at her praise. He had never really been praised for anything, and he didn't really know how to except it. However those few words coming from Fiona meant more to him than any the Dursley's could have given him.
"Thank you, I had a pretty good teacher." Fiona produced a true smile, something she hadn't done in quite awhile.
"I hear you are going to be traveling with the gypsies for a while. Come, I'll walk you to the edge of the cave. The Elder expects you to run there, he wants you to get plenty of practice even though your not around. I'll make sure to test you once you return. Just remember that the power isn't bottomless. You will need to rest every once and a while, unless you choose to drink fresh blood?" Harry shook his head in the negative and walked along side of her to the entrance of the cave.
"I'll miss you." Harry had begun to like Fiona and even though she was a vampire he cared about what happened to her.
"No you won't, trust me, you will be much to busy." Harry hesitated for a moment before giving her a hug. Fiona was a bit taken back, no one had showed her affection for a very long time. However coming from the boy it kind of felt nice.
Harry gave her one last look before turning towards the trees and sprinting off with inhuman speed. The trees whizzed by him as he sped through the forest. He was headed in the direction he had first met the vampires. As he went he became aware of the music he heard before was getting clearer. It was warm and inviting, calling to him to come closer to the group and simply listen for hours on end.
As he drew closer to the clearing he became aware of lights ahead, and a fire burning brightly. He stopped before entering and watched as women with beautiful black and brown hair twirled in circles. Their dresses were loose fitting and swirled around them as they spun around in a flowing dance. They held tambourines or small symbols which they used to add to the other worldly sounds that were being produced. Several men and children sat around watching the women dance. Though Harry couldn't determine their age he was sure some of them were his age. Others stood around the circle playing instruments, some played the guitar or the fiddle. Harry noticed still more playing the flute or other instruments, it was like all present were joining in this makeshift symphony.
Delicious smells wafted in his direction, they made his mouth water with anticipation of a meal. Not that the vampires didn't feed him, just that they weren't very good at making food.
Harry took a hesitant step out of the woods and into the clearing. He was nervous at meeting the gypsies and wasn't to sure if they would allow him to join them. He was about to turn back when a girl who looked to be about his age came over to him. She was beautiful, as most of the gypsy woman were. Long dirty blonde hair fell bellow her shoulders. It was tied back in a beautiful braid and accented her soft facial features. She had blue eyes that sparkled in the moonlight, and before Harry knew what he was doing, he took her outstretched hand.
She guided him into the circle and watched as she began to dance around him, it was a bit embarrassing at first but he soon relaxed into the situation. Her hair swirled around her and she continued her fluid dance around him. As the music came to a halt so did she, then she leaned forward and gave Harry a kiss on the check.
"Welcome to our camp, we are pleased to have you." Her voice was as warm as the music and set Harry at ease. A taller man came up behind him and offered him a bowl of soup.
"Ah, you must be the young human that we were asked to look after for a few days. My name is Demetri and welcome to our camp. Their will be time for pleasantries later, but for now why don't you sit back and enjoy the dance." The young girl guided Harry back over to a seat, then she resumed her dance as the beautiful music played on into the night.
Harry ate the food he was offered and then sat back to watch the dance. Hours past like minutes and before Harry knew it, it was well into the night. The young girl walked over to him and sat at his side.
"It is late and time for bed. I will show you to where you will be sleeping." She took Harry by the hand and began to pull him towards one of the wagons that made up their caravan.
"Wait, I don't even know your name." Harry tried to pull her to a halt, but found she didn't want to stop. So instead of exerting his new form of strength he just let her continue to pull.
"Oh, where are my manners. My name is Alea, what is yours?" She didn't stop her pulling.
"The Vampires call me Shade." She turned back towards him and laughed, all the while making her way towards the wagon.
"That's a odd name. Come, the children sleep in here." She opened a door at the back of the wagon and Harry followed her in. The cabin was already filled with nine or ten other children, most around his age.
"Here is your bed, it's best to get to sleep fast. We leave early in the morn." Then she walked back over to a bed near his and began to undress. Harry was a bit taken back by her lack of modesty, so he adverted his eyes. It would be hard sleeping in the night after so long, yet he would do what he could while he was with them. As he began to drift off he found himself wondering what was happening back at the cave. He would have no way of knowing how serious events had turned in just half the night.
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Fiona watched the boy run off into the forest, she was worried about the boy. Though she didn't know why, she had a feeling he had a tough future ahead of him. Something inside her told her that it would be a long journey before she would see him again. She was so into her thoughts that she failed to notice the Elder come to stand beside her.
"I am worried about him to, but for now there is nothing we can do. We must prepare now, a fight is coming." With that said the two vampires moved back into the cave to prepare for the wizards they both knew were coming.
It was about a hour later when sentries posted outside the cave came rushing into the main chamber.
"Elder, I believe the ones you have said were coming have arrived." The elder nodded to the younger vampire and motioned for him to head down a tunnel to the west.
He summoned the wells of strength he had developed over the ages. His body reeked with power as he stepped towards the mouth of the cave. He could feel a very powerful wizard standing outside, his show of power would not dissuade this one. Perhaps he would be intimidating enough to make him think twice before a outright provocation however.
As the band of wizards approached the cave they were met with several vampires from the interior. The two groups stepped closer together and both parties leaders stepped forward to converse.
"Good evening, what brings you to our humble home?" The old wizard knew full well that the vampire was aware of his purpose, however he too would play this game.
"The moon was looking nice, and we thought we'd go for a stroll. I was wondering if you happen to know of a young wizard who I am sure has been in this area?" Both aged men could continue their innocent conversation all night, but they both knew this would come down to a fight.
"Yes, I do recall a boy in the area. However he is no longer here, perhaps you should try to look for him somewhere else." The old wizard seemed nonplused at the vampires attitude.
"Then perhaps you could allow us a look around? Or perhaps you could tell us where he is?" The old wizard took his wand in his hand and began to let his magical aura build around him.
"I am afraid I can not allow you entrance, nor could I tell you where the boy went. We can't let the wrong sort get a hold of him. I simply cannot tell a complete stranger where he is. Who knows what you could want to do with the boy. I'm afraid it may not be in his best interest." The words continued to flow between the two, both unwilling to reveal any more than what was necessary.
"Well I'm afraid that I must insist you tell me where the boy is." Both knew that the confrontation was coming to a head, and soon conflict would be the result.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot do that. Now I suggest you leave, as you've already worn out your welcome." The Elder walked back into the entrance to the cave. He signaled a large group of vampires to prepare as he entered.
Soon a shout could be heard as the first wizard sent a spell flying to the blockade of vampires. Then it turned into all out battle as the two groups began to fight. The vampires accelerated and began their attack on the wizards who had thrown the first spells. The wizards fought valiantly, dodging attacks while making some of their own. However there was just to many vampires and not enough wizards. Then the old wizard signaled the group and each tapped their wands to a stone that hung about each of their necks. Light exploded from the stone and several vampires which had gotten to close were torn to dust from the harsh rays.
Now the vampires were forced to stand in a loose circle around the wizards. They waited for a moment when they could attack, just one split second when the light would waver and they could enter the small protective circle. Several had grabbed weapons or rocks and threw them at the wizards. Once inside the cave the group came face to face with the vampire they had spoken to in the first place. Only now he was holding a book and chanting in a low voice.
A shocked look crossed the old wizards face as he heard the chant. Then he motioned for the others to retreat. None of the other wizards knew why, but they obeyed the order. It was a good thing to, because when they reentered the moonlight the glow that surrounded them dissipated. They no longer had their protection and the vampires attacked with new fervor. Several of the wizards went down to strikes aimed to the head, and had to be dragged out by their comrades.
The old wizard gave one last look at the cave before he gave the order to port key out. He hadn't expected the vampire to have one of the few copies of the book of darkness. Nor did he expect to find a vampire old enough to use the spells contained inside it. He would have to reconsider why the vampires wanted the boy. Why they had chosen to not kill him. The biggest question was where the boy was now. Luckily that was a question he could find the answer to.
The Elder had just set his book aside when the sentry who had spoken to him came back.
"Sir another has come, only this one is different than the rest." The Elder stood and let his mind search his surroundings. What he felt shocked him, the blight had come. He was closer to the boy than the Elder could have ever imagined.
"Call Fiona, I must speak with her now. Go quickly." The vampire nodded and took off down the tunnel with great speed. The Elder had just reached the edge of the cave when the two returned.
"Fiona, my child you must listen to me. Leave now and find Christian, he is to the north. Tell him of what you will soon see. Stay in the forest, and above all, once you leave do not stop. Christian will explain, tell him our worst fears have come to pass." With that he made a strange motion with his hand and Fiona found herself on the other end of the clearing near the cave mouth. She was protected by a rock face and she could only watch on as the Elder emerged from the cave.
The tall man dressed all in black stood as a monolith beneath the moon. It had been so long since he had been this close to the completion of his task, now he just wanted to savor his victory. However he was brought out of his reverie by what he noted as a vampire.
"Tell me vampire, where is the other. I sense he has been here." He spoke with such a cold voice that one would wonder if he was alive at all.
"Leave now!" The Elder wasted no time with banter, this new opponent was not one for idle chatter. Yet the dark man seemed to be amused.
"Do you not know your history? It is I who gives the orders. Now, tell me where the other is now or I will end your life." No more words were spoken. The Elder launched himself at speeds that would make even some of the strongest vampires seem slow.
The darkness swirled around the man dressed in black and shadow limbs sprouted from his body. Dozens of tentacles slashed through the air and the elder was forced to stop his assault. He took refuge behind a tree only to have it cleanly sliced by one of the tentacles. However before the tentacle could move away the vampire took hold of it and ripped the strangely solid mass from the black man. A flicker a pain flashed across his face, but it was quickly hidden as he retracted the injured limb inside himself. While he did this he continued his attack with other shadow limbs. Never giving the Elder time to rest.
Then the dark man changed his tactics, while the shadow limbs attacked he focused on the natural shadows of the trees. Darkened blurs stepped out of the trees and began to advance on the elder. He forced all the energy he could gather into defending himself from this new attack. He was able to cut several of the new enemies to pieces before their clawed hands began to rack at his flesh.
Magic raced to heal the injured skin, yet still he fought on against the new torrent of shadow limbs and figures attacking him. Ripping anything that got close to him to pieces.
Though he fought well, he was fighting a losing battle. He had been weakened by performing a light blocking spell earlier and didn't have the energy to keep this fight up much longer. He knew it was over when the first of the shadow tentacles ripped through his chest. It lifted him from the ground and slammed him against the rock face. More limbs joined in, and now they were attempting to rip him in two. He had lost to much blood, he couldn't regenerate his wounds fast enough. Then the limbs drew away and he fell to the ground.
"YOU HAVE LOST! Now tell me where the boy is and I might let you see another moon." The Elder pushed himself up against the rock wall. He forced what little blood he had to heal his throat so he could speak.
"I have not lost, the very fact that I don't have to answer to you is victory enough. If I die now, I die in proud defiance. I would wish for nothing more." The dark man let one of his tentacles creep close to the elders face. Then in a swift motion he ripped the elders head off his shoulders. His skin dissolved into ash and blew into the breeze.
Then, with a angered howl the dark man stormed into the cave to search for his query. He remained oblivious to the fact that Fiona had seen what happened and was now well on her way to searching for her sire Christian.
Her thoughts swirled as she reeled from the loose of her grand sire at the hands of some dark man. He had similar powers to that of shade and she knew the two were connected. She didn't know what the Elder was talking about, but somehow she knew that she couldn't let this man get to Shade. For now she had to focus on finding Christian. He was the new leader of the Clan, if there was any Clan left.
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(A/N Hope you liked the chapter, thanks to all who reviewed! Oh I love reviews!)
Jarvey: Thanks for reviewing!
Kalor: No that's OK, someone asked me a while ago and I'm going to give him a try! Thanks for the Review!
Muggle: First, The light made it impossible for Harry to use the shadows. And, while Harry was moving fast, it's not like he was moving at light speed or anything. Thanks for the Review!
Tom: Thank you, I really wanted to make sure that there was a recognizable problem to Harry's power. As for blood magic, we'll have to see. It is definitely limited by it's availability, and it is also factored by the age of the user. I haven't factored how it would develop in a human user yet. Oh and Vicissitude is definitely cool!
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World of Darkness
(A/N I'd like to take a quick moment to thank my new beta Dog-boy)
Chapter 6: Shadowed Conflict
One consciousness moved through the void, constantly searching for the one who dared to challenge his authority. The one will that stood between him and his chosen army was out there. He felt the will earlier when the other had entered the void, but now there was nothing. As he drew nearer he should be able to sense the other, but there was still nothing. Soon, when the other again used the shadows he would feel his presence once more. Then no one would stand in his way from conquering what he had lay dormant waiting for. He had waited so long that another day wouldn't matter. But soon, yes very soon, he would have what was owed him. Darkness would cover the world once more!
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Harry sat in his room once more, the shadows from the fire flickered and danced before him. Questions raged inside him, questions that he had no answers for. Who were those people? What did they want with him? Were they wizards? Why did the wizards want to hurt him and his friends? Harry caught himself on the last question. When had he stop referring to them as vampires and start believing they were friends. It had been a sudden change that he hadn't been aware of. Perhaps it was when they treated him like he actually mattered. Or maybe when they offered him a place to stay. He had gone for so long without friends that he barely recognized when that changed. Perhaps he wasn't so alone anymore, he had Fiona and the Elder to be with him in his darkness. No, what would they want with a worthless person like himself.
"Shade, are you hungry? I stopped while I was out this evening and brought back some fruit. I thought you could use something." Harry didn't here the Elder come into the room, but when he spun around he found the ancient standing there.
"Thank you sir!" Harry took the food from the Elder and sat down in a chair to eat and continue his thoughts. His life had changed so much in the last few days that he couldn't believe he wasn't still in some elaborate dream.
"You look troubled, tell me what is on your mind." Harry debated asking his questions, then he had to decide which one was screaming for the most attention. Even he was surprised with the question he finally choose to ask.
"Are wizards bad?" Harry's only contact with wizards had concluded with them trying to hurt him so he naturally drew that conclusion. Yet something inside him screamed that there was more to the story. The old vampire thought carefully about how to answer the boys question.
"I have lived for a very long time, and from what I have determined the answer to that question is no. Wizards aren't necessarily bad, no I think it would be better to call them short sighted." Harry wasn't sure what the elder had meant and he asked him about it.
"Short sighted?"
"Yes, you see wizards tend to come to quick conclusions. They color everything with black and white. They fill their world with boundaries of what is right and what is wrong. Then they place brands on others as to which category they fall into. This is where the trouble really begins. More often than not, they place people into the wrong categories. Or they force something into a category because they can't find a adequate place for it in their view of the world. For instance, Vampires drink blood to live. Therefore we have been branded as a dark creature. They focus on the taking of the life, and block out the fact that we need it to live. And don't even get me started with how annoyed I am at being labeled a creature. Anyway, they then decide that all Vampires should be killed. Basically they end up doing the very same thing they accuse us of doing. But in their minds, they are justified for killing. Nothing is ever entirely white or black. If you've learned anything, it's that you should always look at it from the other persons perspective before making a decision. Unfortunately unlike Vampires, you can't take a few years before you make up your mind. Still, sparing a minuet or two never did hurt anyone." This put Harry's mind to ease and he swore to himself that he would always give his actions a bit more thought.
"Then why were they trying to attack us? They didn't know that Fiona was a Vampire." This was another problem that had been bugging him.
"Alas, that is a question in which you will have to find the answer to. I'm sure that it will be answered in your future, but until then you should enjoy the journey. Never forget to enjoy the journey, or you can never value the destination. Now I have placed a few books on the vampiric language on your dresser. You can give them a looking at, but then you need your rest. I must go and talk with Fiona, so I bid you a good morn." The ancient Vampire left Harry with many questions. For now he would look at the books and then he would let the journey take him where it wished.
The Elder exited the boys chambers and stalked through the cave halls. The wizards now knew where the boy was staying and they would definitely come after him. It was only a matter of time until they came back in force. Arrangements had to be made till the threat was over, it would become to dangerous for the boy to stay.
"Fiona, you did well in protecting the boy." The younger vampire joined him while walking through the tunnels.
"My Elder, may I ask a question of you?" Questions similar to Harry's had been plaguing her as well.
"You already have, but I believe I am up to answering another tonight." Fiona wondered how someone so old could manage to be so annoying. Yet she respected him and he was to powerful to force into answering her questions.
"What do the wizards want with the boy, what is he to them?" Fiona was fairly certain that they were not after herself and Taylor. They seemed more interested in the boy, if anything they were surprised he was in the company of vampires.
"I believe that boy is a lot of things to a lot of people. However, his destiny currently resides here. For now I must consider where I should suggest him to go." There was just to much mystery surrounding the boy for Fiona's liking.
"Suggest? If he's really so important, won't you just make him go where you feel he would be safest?" The Elder turned his smirking gaze upon the younger vampire.
"My dear child, you would have a easier time halting the dawn then controlling that boy. No, I will make my suggestion and it will be his choice." The Elder once more turned back inside himself, contemplating the outcomes of the future. Then he seemed to come up with a idea that seemed to truly please him.
"Perhaps he could travel with the Romani for a time. We have been in good standing with them, and the wizards would be unable to track their movements." Fiona let her nose crinkle in distaste at the idea.
"The Romani, what possible defense could those gypsies offer the boy. If he is truly important we should send him somewhere in which someone can better protect him." Fiona did not have very high opinions of the nomadic clan of gypsies.
"No, The Romani will do quite nicely. They should be traveling through this area as it is. I will send a message to them now, and they should arrive no latter then before tomorrow's dawn." Fiona was still not happy with this decision, but she wasn't in a position in which she could contradict the Elders decision. No she would have to trust his judgment.
"Very well, you know best." Fiona made sure that her voice made it clear that she thought he was making a mistake. This was the only form of defiance she would actively show in the Elders presence.
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The rose in the sky and revealed that which was covered by the night. It cast it's light down upon the world and brightened all it touched. Only those safely tucked away were spared it's harsh rays of light. However those who sat in a comfortable sitting room in a great castle welcomed those rays. They meant protection from a force who they would meet all to soon.
"Sir, are you sure we should meet them so soon. Perhaps it is better to wait for a little while. Or perhaps we should go in the day when we can search without as much fear of being caught." A rather severe looking woman sat in a large backed chair.
"No, I believe that a prompt response is the best possible course of action. Tonight we will go to them and ask for the boy back. If that doesn't work, or they decide not to give him to us we will take him back." the old man withdrew a jeweled pendant on a chain.
"These are light stones, they will protect us by casting a light equivalent to sunlight around our bodies. They should provide protection from vampires as well as allowing us to have easier control of Harry. We will not have the added benefit of a lighted environment when we reach him. For his and our safety I advice the use of stunning spells before attempting to save him." The old bearded wizard handed out a light stone to the ten he had gathered in preparation for their raid on the vampires stronghold.
"Sir, How many vampires are we expecting to live in this nest?" A extremely short man asked the old wizard.
"All my records state that vampires have controlled that particular cave system for many millennia. It will be a full nest, but the stones should protect us from all but the most stubborn of attackers. I suggest we rest now, it will be a most interesting night. Hopefully by the dawn Mr. Potter will be back where he belongs." The old wizard sat back in his chair and watched as the ten others exited his office.
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Yes, the other is closer now. The feeling coursed through the void telling the hunter that his prey was near. It would not be long until he reached the end of his hunt. Seconds moved like years inside the void and miles were covered in a blink of a eye. It was foggy before, something was stopping him from locating his query. Now as the sun outside the void set he could better feel the other through the fog. Perhaps it would be tonight, yes maybe tonight would be when he claimed his spot of glory as ruler.
He could feel others around his prey. The one who sought to contend him for control of the night had surrounded himself with creatures who would die to protect him. Wise indeed, it would give the other time to escape if he must. It would make no difference now though, if the other ran in the void he would swiftly track him down. Thousands of years had given him a mastery of the shadow which the other could only dream of gaining.
After so long his exile would finally be over. No more would he be confined to the infinity of the void. Now he could walk the earth once more. Now only the other would stand in his way.
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Harry awoke to find himself slumped over a book he had been reading the night before. The vampiric language was beautiful in it's own way. A true testament to the thousands of years that went into it's defining. The way it seemed to flow on the page, seeming to have a life of it's own. He found he could gaze at the symbols and scrolling for all eternity. The basic alphabet was much larger than the alphabet he had learned in school, but he got the hang of it quickly. What really confused him was how vampires had hundreds of words with the same meanings. Each used for a particular nuance of what you intended to describe. Perhaps if he worked hard he may be able to learn the ever changing language in a few years. For now however he was pleased with his progress and could sound out basic words.
Once awake he set the book to the side, and got out of his bed. He put on another set of the medieval clothes that had been set out for him. Another white courtier shirt and black pair of breeches awaited him. This time there was a dark green tunic and cloak set out next to it. After slipping the tunic over his shirt and fastening it down with his belt he attached the cloak over his shoulders.
He stood still for a second before making up his mind and shifting through the shadows to appear in the front of the cave mouth. The sky was lit by the setting sun, and for the first time in days it's warm rays touched his pale cheeks. The sun really wasn't all that bad, or perhaps he was simply seeing it without dark clouds looming overhead. It cast it's orange and reds across the horizon and combined it with pink. The colors swirled together like they would on a artists palette before brush meets paper. The whole view combined to bring a warm feeling to Harry's heart. He pitied the vampires for never being able to see this sight.
Yet something felt wrong around him. A feeling inside him stirred as a warning to approaching danger. Yes, it was there now and he could feel it more clearly though he didn't have words to describe it. It was like a single ominous cloud had set itself into the beautiful sky and was growing closer as seconds past. Harry had the urge to leap into the void and run, but he pushed it away as foolish fear.
Something else placed itself in the air, a merry music seemed to float on the breeze. Enticing the senses with it's beauty and drawing the listener to come and join it. He wanted to go and make the music as well, but he knew the Elder would worry if he just disappeared. So after struggling to catch the last few bars of a song he didn't know the words to, he stepped back into his room in the cave.
For another hour Harry waited in his room. He kept trying to read the script in his book, yet his mind continued to wander to the music that floated through the air. It felt like it was calling to him, drawing him to it's source. The temptation was growing and he probably would have gone to if it wasn't for the knock on his door.
"Come in." This in itself was strange to him as he was used to the Dursley's not caring if he wanted them to enter or not. Not that they often stooped to enter his cupboard, or that they could fit if they did.
"Ah Harry, I hope the moon finds you well tonight." The elder glided into the room and took a seat next to him. He looked over Harry's shoulder to see how he was doing.
"I'm glad to see you have taken a interest in our language. One can never learn to many languages. At your age you should be able to soak it up like a sponge. Might I suggest Elvish or maybe some of the dead languages after you finish." Harry closed his book to give the Elder his full attention. He had begun to have great respect for the old vampire that had taken him in.
"I like the way the letters flow. It's kind of hard pronouncing some of it, but It does seem to roll off my tongue nicely." Harry attempted to make a few of the base sounds. It would take some getting used to but he enjoyed it.
"Yes, most older magical languages become flowing and smooth over the centuries. I think you'd like the way Elvish plays with your ears when it is spoken." The Vampire spoke a few Elvish words and Harry couldn't help but be amazed with it's almost musical tone.
"Is there anything you wanted to see me about?" Not that Harry wanted the vampire to leave, he just was enjoying the book before the elder had come.
"Yes, actually I have to ask you to do something for me Shade. You see it has become necessary that you leave for a little while. I thought this would be a good thing for you anyway. Be amongst your own kind for awhile. Actually I was able to get in contact with some friends of mine that are traveling through the area. I believe they are camped in the area you first meet Fiona. It's not that we want you to leave, more that it would be better if you weren't here for a little while." The Elder didn't want the boy to think that he was being a burden, but he also wanted to stress the importance of him leaving for a little while. Harry wasn't sure if the vampire was kicking him out or not, but other worries were bothering him as well.
"But if I go how will I learn to use the blood magic?" Harry had been able to access it when he was being attacked, but he didn't have control over it at will yet.
"You will learn, it is a natural part of everyone, you just need to harness it. I expect if you concentrated hard enough you might be able to use the magic now. But over time your control will only improve. Besides, the fresh air will do you good. It's not right for a boy your age to be trapped up in a cave all the time." The vampire watched as the boys face began to relax. He could tell that the worries of being permanently cast out were being assuaged.
"Who are these people? When would I leave, and when would I be able to come back?" Harry couldn't say that he didn't miss be able to move around outside.
"They are the Romani, a group of gypsies that travels this area and then heads farther north. I'm sure you will like them. Personally, I envy you. Gypsies are known for their music and dance. If I hadn't other responsibilities I would go with you. You would leave tonight, and be back in a little over a week." Harry smiled inwardly, the fact that he would be back only proved that the vampire wanted him to return. Also, could it be that the music that was calling him came from the gypsy camp.
"OK, as long as I can come back." The thought of loosing his new home was more than Harry wanted to bear.
"Of course you can come back. You intrigue me young one, I believe I would miss your presence if you left." This was the closest that the Elder came to saying that he cared what happened to someone in many millennia. It wasn't just the fact that the boy's will held Drayor in check, he had actually begun to think of the boy as one of his few children. Even though the boy was not a vampire he had become connected.
"Might I take this book along with me?" The elder got out of his chair and retrieved a back pack filled with some clothes and several books.
"Most assuredly, I also packed some other books written in the vampiric language as well. It is good practice to translate. It will help you learn faster, as well as give you better ideas on how magic can be controlled in the blood as well as through spells used by wizards and vampires alike." Harry took the satchel from the vampire and nearly dropped it on the floor due to it's weight.
"I thought you could use some practice. Fiona will be here shortly, I believe she wanted to wish you a good trip before you go." The elder gave him a pat on the shoulder and then left the chamber.
Harry attempted to lift the satchel again and was met with similar results to his first attempt. Frustrated by his attempts he forced himself to try and feel the magic that he had used the night prior. He looked into himself and concentrated on the flow of life energy that circulated inside himself. He could feel the power like a well inside him. Then he drew the power out of the well and forced some of it through his body. Immediately he could feel the strength inside of himself, a strength that he never before had.
He reached down and picked up the heavy satchel as if it was a feather and slung it across his back. This was something he could definitely get used to. The sound of clapping drew his attention to the door where Fiona stood watching him.
"Very good, I can definitely say that I am proud." Harry blushed at her praise. He had never really been praised for anything, and he didn't really know how to except it. However those few words coming from Fiona meant more to him than any the Dursley's could have given him.
"Thank you, I had a pretty good teacher." Fiona produced a true smile, something she hadn't done in quite awhile.
"I hear you are going to be traveling with the gypsies for a while. Come, I'll walk you to the edge of the cave. The Elder expects you to run there, he wants you to get plenty of practice even though your not around. I'll make sure to test you once you return. Just remember that the power isn't bottomless. You will need to rest every once and a while, unless you choose to drink fresh blood?" Harry shook his head in the negative and walked along side of her to the entrance of the cave.
"I'll miss you." Harry had begun to like Fiona and even though she was a vampire he cared about what happened to her.
"No you won't, trust me, you will be much to busy." Harry hesitated for a moment before giving her a hug. Fiona was a bit taken back, no one had showed her affection for a very long time. However coming from the boy it kind of felt nice.
Harry gave her one last look before turning towards the trees and sprinting off with inhuman speed. The trees whizzed by him as he sped through the forest. He was headed in the direction he had first met the vampires. As he went he became aware of the music he heard before was getting clearer. It was warm and inviting, calling to him to come closer to the group and simply listen for hours on end.
As he drew closer to the clearing he became aware of lights ahead, and a fire burning brightly. He stopped before entering and watched as women with beautiful black and brown hair twirled in circles. Their dresses were loose fitting and swirled around them as they spun around in a flowing dance. They held tambourines or small symbols which they used to add to the other worldly sounds that were being produced. Several men and children sat around watching the women dance. Though Harry couldn't determine their age he was sure some of them were his age. Others stood around the circle playing instruments, some played the guitar or the fiddle. Harry noticed still more playing the flute or other instruments, it was like all present were joining in this makeshift symphony.
Delicious smells wafted in his direction, they made his mouth water with anticipation of a meal. Not that the vampires didn't feed him, just that they weren't very good at making food.
Harry took a hesitant step out of the woods and into the clearing. He was nervous at meeting the gypsies and wasn't to sure if they would allow him to join them. He was about to turn back when a girl who looked to be about his age came over to him. She was beautiful, as most of the gypsy woman were. Long dirty blonde hair fell bellow her shoulders. It was tied back in a beautiful braid and accented her soft facial features. She had blue eyes that sparkled in the moonlight, and before Harry knew what he was doing, he took her outstretched hand.
She guided him into the circle and watched as she began to dance around him, it was a bit embarrassing at first but he soon relaxed into the situation. Her hair swirled around her and she continued her fluid dance around him. As the music came to a halt so did she, then she leaned forward and gave Harry a kiss on the check.
"Welcome to our camp, we are pleased to have you." Her voice was as warm as the music and set Harry at ease. A taller man came up behind him and offered him a bowl of soup.
"Ah, you must be the young human that we were asked to look after for a few days. My name is Demetri and welcome to our camp. Their will be time for pleasantries later, but for now why don't you sit back and enjoy the dance." The young girl guided Harry back over to a seat, then she resumed her dance as the beautiful music played on into the night.
Harry ate the food he was offered and then sat back to watch the dance. Hours past like minutes and before Harry knew it, it was well into the night. The young girl walked over to him and sat at his side.
"It is late and time for bed. I will show you to where you will be sleeping." She took Harry by the hand and began to pull him towards one of the wagons that made up their caravan.
"Wait, I don't even know your name." Harry tried to pull her to a halt, but found she didn't want to stop. So instead of exerting his new form of strength he just let her continue to pull.
"Oh, where are my manners. My name is Alea, what is yours?" She didn't stop her pulling.
"The Vampires call me Shade." She turned back towards him and laughed, all the while making her way towards the wagon.
"That's a odd name. Come, the children sleep in here." She opened a door at the back of the wagon and Harry followed her in. The cabin was already filled with nine or ten other children, most around his age.
"Here is your bed, it's best to get to sleep fast. We leave early in the morn." Then she walked back over to a bed near his and began to undress. Harry was a bit taken back by her lack of modesty, so he adverted his eyes. It would be hard sleeping in the night after so long, yet he would do what he could while he was with them. As he began to drift off he found himself wondering what was happening back at the cave. He would have no way of knowing how serious events had turned in just half the night.
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Fiona watched the boy run off into the forest, she was worried about the boy. Though she didn't know why, she had a feeling he had a tough future ahead of him. Something inside her told her that it would be a long journey before she would see him again. She was so into her thoughts that she failed to notice the Elder come to stand beside her.
"I am worried about him to, but for now there is nothing we can do. We must prepare now, a fight is coming." With that said the two vampires moved back into the cave to prepare for the wizards they both knew were coming.
It was about a hour later when sentries posted outside the cave came rushing into the main chamber.
"Elder, I believe the ones you have said were coming have arrived." The elder nodded to the younger vampire and motioned for him to head down a tunnel to the west.
He summoned the wells of strength he had developed over the ages. His body reeked with power as he stepped towards the mouth of the cave. He could feel a very powerful wizard standing outside, his show of power would not dissuade this one. Perhaps he would be intimidating enough to make him think twice before a outright provocation however.
As the band of wizards approached the cave they were met with several vampires from the interior. The two groups stepped closer together and both parties leaders stepped forward to converse.
"Good evening, what brings you to our humble home?" The old wizard knew full well that the vampire was aware of his purpose, however he too would play this game.
"The moon was looking nice, and we thought we'd go for a stroll. I was wondering if you happen to know of a young wizard who I am sure has been in this area?" Both aged men could continue their innocent conversation all night, but they both knew this would come down to a fight.
"Yes, I do recall a boy in the area. However he is no longer here, perhaps you should try to look for him somewhere else." The old wizard seemed nonplused at the vampires attitude.
"Then perhaps you could allow us a look around? Or perhaps you could tell us where he is?" The old wizard took his wand in his hand and began to let his magical aura build around him.
"I am afraid I can not allow you entrance, nor could I tell you where the boy went. We can't let the wrong sort get a hold of him. I simply cannot tell a complete stranger where he is. Who knows what you could want to do with the boy. I'm afraid it may not be in his best interest." The words continued to flow between the two, both unwilling to reveal any more than what was necessary.
"Well I'm afraid that I must insist you tell me where the boy is." Both knew that the confrontation was coming to a head, and soon conflict would be the result.
"I'm sorry, but I cannot do that. Now I suggest you leave, as you've already worn out your welcome." The Elder walked back into the entrance to the cave. He signaled a large group of vampires to prepare as he entered.
Soon a shout could be heard as the first wizard sent a spell flying to the blockade of vampires. Then it turned into all out battle as the two groups began to fight. The vampires accelerated and began their attack on the wizards who had thrown the first spells. The wizards fought valiantly, dodging attacks while making some of their own. However there was just to many vampires and not enough wizards. Then the old wizard signaled the group and each tapped their wands to a stone that hung about each of their necks. Light exploded from the stone and several vampires which had gotten to close were torn to dust from the harsh rays.
Now the vampires were forced to stand in a loose circle around the wizards. They waited for a moment when they could attack, just one split second when the light would waver and they could enter the small protective circle. Several had grabbed weapons or rocks and threw them at the wizards. Once inside the cave the group came face to face with the vampire they had spoken to in the first place. Only now he was holding a book and chanting in a low voice.
A shocked look crossed the old wizards face as he heard the chant. Then he motioned for the others to retreat. None of the other wizards knew why, but they obeyed the order. It was a good thing to, because when they reentered the moonlight the glow that surrounded them dissipated. They no longer had their protection and the vampires attacked with new fervor. Several of the wizards went down to strikes aimed to the head, and had to be dragged out by their comrades.
The old wizard gave one last look at the cave before he gave the order to port key out. He hadn't expected the vampire to have one of the few copies of the book of darkness. Nor did he expect to find a vampire old enough to use the spells contained inside it. He would have to reconsider why the vampires wanted the boy. Why they had chosen to not kill him. The biggest question was where the boy was now. Luckily that was a question he could find the answer to.
The Elder had just set his book aside when the sentry who had spoken to him came back.
"Sir another has come, only this one is different than the rest." The Elder stood and let his mind search his surroundings. What he felt shocked him, the blight had come. He was closer to the boy than the Elder could have ever imagined.
"Call Fiona, I must speak with her now. Go quickly." The vampire nodded and took off down the tunnel with great speed. The Elder had just reached the edge of the cave when the two returned.
"Fiona, my child you must listen to me. Leave now and find Christian, he is to the north. Tell him of what you will soon see. Stay in the forest, and above all, once you leave do not stop. Christian will explain, tell him our worst fears have come to pass." With that he made a strange motion with his hand and Fiona found herself on the other end of the clearing near the cave mouth. She was protected by a rock face and she could only watch on as the Elder emerged from the cave.
The tall man dressed all in black stood as a monolith beneath the moon. It had been so long since he had been this close to the completion of his task, now he just wanted to savor his victory. However he was brought out of his reverie by what he noted as a vampire.
"Tell me vampire, where is the other. I sense he has been here." He spoke with such a cold voice that one would wonder if he was alive at all.
"Leave now!" The Elder wasted no time with banter, this new opponent was not one for idle chatter. Yet the dark man seemed to be amused.
"Do you not know your history? It is I who gives the orders. Now, tell me where the other is now or I will end your life." No more words were spoken. The Elder launched himself at speeds that would make even some of the strongest vampires seem slow.
The darkness swirled around the man dressed in black and shadow limbs sprouted from his body. Dozens of tentacles slashed through the air and the elder was forced to stop his assault. He took refuge behind a tree only to have it cleanly sliced by one of the tentacles. However before the tentacle could move away the vampire took hold of it and ripped the strangely solid mass from the black man. A flicker a pain flashed across his face, but it was quickly hidden as he retracted the injured limb inside himself. While he did this he continued his attack with other shadow limbs. Never giving the Elder time to rest.
Then the dark man changed his tactics, while the shadow limbs attacked he focused on the natural shadows of the trees. Darkened blurs stepped out of the trees and began to advance on the elder. He forced all the energy he could gather into defending himself from this new attack. He was able to cut several of the new enemies to pieces before their clawed hands began to rack at his flesh.
Magic raced to heal the injured skin, yet still he fought on against the new torrent of shadow limbs and figures attacking him. Ripping anything that got close to him to pieces.
Though he fought well, he was fighting a losing battle. He had been weakened by performing a light blocking spell earlier and didn't have the energy to keep this fight up much longer. He knew it was over when the first of the shadow tentacles ripped through his chest. It lifted him from the ground and slammed him against the rock face. More limbs joined in, and now they were attempting to rip him in two. He had lost to much blood, he couldn't regenerate his wounds fast enough. Then the limbs drew away and he fell to the ground.
"YOU HAVE LOST! Now tell me where the boy is and I might let you see another moon." The Elder pushed himself up against the rock wall. He forced what little blood he had to heal his throat so he could speak.
"I have not lost, the very fact that I don't have to answer to you is victory enough. If I die now, I die in proud defiance. I would wish for nothing more." The dark man let one of his tentacles creep close to the elders face. Then in a swift motion he ripped the elders head off his shoulders. His skin dissolved into ash and blew into the breeze.
Then, with a angered howl the dark man stormed into the cave to search for his query. He remained oblivious to the fact that Fiona had seen what happened and was now well on her way to searching for her sire Christian.
Her thoughts swirled as she reeled from the loose of her grand sire at the hands of some dark man. He had similar powers to that of shade and she knew the two were connected. She didn't know what the Elder was talking about, but somehow she knew that she couldn't let this man get to Shade. For now she had to focus on finding Christian. He was the new leader of the Clan, if there was any Clan left.
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(A/N Hope you liked the chapter, thanks to all who reviewed! Oh I love reviews!)
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Kalor: No that's OK, someone asked me a while ago and I'm going to give him a try! Thanks for the Review!
Muggle: First, The light made it impossible for Harry to use the shadows. And, while Harry was moving fast, it's not like he was moving at light speed or anything. Thanks for the Review!
Tom: Thank you, I really wanted to make sure that there was a recognizable problem to Harry's power. As for blood magic, we'll have to see. It is definitely limited by it's availability, and it is also factored by the age of the user. I haven't factored how it would develop in a human user yet. Oh and Vicissitude is definitely cool!
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Fair Lady Ravenclaw: That is a high compliment, especially because that is what I most worry about when I write. I really hate reading things that have been done to death! Thanks for the review!
Ariel: Yes, I thought it would definitely be very fitting for light to be Harry's weakness. We'll have to see if it is foreshadowing something. Harry is developing a darker side. Who knows what could set him off. Perhaps a future confrontation with a accused murder. Azkaban may have to eventually be on the look out. Opps, can't say to much!
Angel: Yeah, I need to be careful with Harry's age. However, I picture Harry as a very independent individual. I think he probably had to become strong just to survive.
Wolfmoon: That is strange, especially since I'm just putting up chapter six now. I hope you have better look seeing it now. Thanks for the review though, and I hope you like the story!
Pheonix Flight: Yes, it is definitely a weakness. Working around it will be difficult, but he will eventually be able to draw on other skills.
Medic: Yes, Harry is heading in the direction of other creatures. Yes, he will be taught a few things by a dark creature as well eventually(Hint). I can't really tell of the future of the vampires since right now they are being severely hurt, but they will remain as well.
Mage Legacy: We'll see how the magic works together in a little while. I definitely like vampires as well. I haven't entirely decided if Harry will become on though. Harry will de interacting with more Vampires soon, but right now the story is moving onward and forward.
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The Kuro no Tenshi: Vampires can do magic, it's just a different type. It's usually focused through there blood, we'll have to see about the AK curse though.
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Animagiman: Thanks, I'm glad you like this fic and the way it's written. I appreciate the review and I look forward to future ones!
ZeonReborn: Thanks for the Review. So you mean like the vampire soul gets the human wants and desires. Does that include human emotions and feelings? Maybe the human soul is kind of trapped until the vampire is destroyed. They both possibly could coexist. Perhaps the Demon soul darkens the conscience and the Human and demon soul work in sync without regrets.
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Lady Pheonix Gryffindor: No he didn't, he can just take the magic from blood the way a vampire can. He was just a little overcome with the new situation. I don't think he'll be doing that again for a long while.