Birmingham
It had been almost two weeks since Harry had became a vampire and he was slowly growing used to drinking blood and reluctantly he had to admit he even started to enjoy it. There was a certain thrill to stalking his prey in the streets until an opportunity to feed presented itself or to sneak through there houses and drain them dry while they sleep just as he had found great satisfaction in besting his prey in combat the few times they had noticed him and tried to fight him of.
After leaving Little Whinging Harry had spent almost a full week stalking the streets of London before hunting through Oxford for a few days and just yesterday he had arrived at Birmingham.
During his traveling Harry had spent a lot of time mastering his bat transformation to the point that he could transforming with little more than a thought and was able of maintaining it for several hours.
During his stay at Oxford Harry had discovered that he was starting to develop psychic abilities, they were still quite weak but if he focused strongly on one person he would occasionally hear some of there louder thoughts and if he concentrated enough he could move a small object a few inches with with only his mind.
Furthermore his body was rapidly growing stronger, when he had first become a vampire Harry had been only a bit stronger than a normal human now he could run quicker than most cars drove at top speed and had the strength to punch through several foot of solid stone with ease.
Currently Harry was sitting on top of a crane observing the city's night live searching for his next meal. Normally he would simply pick some random person and follow them until an opportunity presented itself, but not tonight. No tonight Harry was looking for someone specific.
After two hours Harry's persistence was rewarded when he picked up the faint sound of fighting. The sound came from a soccer field about three miles away from his perch where two figures were fighting. Harry bursted in to a swarm of bats and flew towards the field. The figure became clearer as he neared one was man around his late sixties dressed in what Harry presumed to be some kind of modified priest's robe wielding a silver cane sword. It was the others figure however that Harry had been looking for. A male Vampire that appeared to be in his mid thirties wearing dark colored plain clothes.
Harry had spotted him last night feeding from someone in a dark alley but hadn't had the time to approach him as dawn had already been nearing and he had to find shelter for the day it.
Reforming mid flight Harry used his momentum and slammed into the older man just as his sword pierced through the other vampire's stomach. The sword was torn out of the vampire's stomach when the force of Harry's attack send the priest flying across the field.
"I have questions that I need you to answer." stated Harry as he turned his attention to the injured vampire and bared his fangs. The older vampire who had collapsed to the ground answered in between pein filled breathes " You should run while you still can the hunter won't stay down for long. Any questions you have you should ask your sire.". "My sire is dead. He died the night I was turned. You are the only other vampire I have come across since." retorted Harry before seeing the puddle of blood forming beneath the other vampire and asking concerned "How bad are your wounds?". The wounded vampire answered weakly "Very bad. I don't think I have much time left. Edinburgh. You should head to Edinburgh. You'll find your answers there at the court of Antanasia."
Before he could get anymore information from the dieing vampire Harry's danger sense flared up and he bursted into a swarm of bats barley dodging the silver sword that pierced the air where he had stood.
Harry reformed behind him and tried to grab him only for the man to step forwards and out of his reach before spinning around and slashing him. With a jumping backwards Harry evaded the slash and landed just in time to sidestep the followup thrust. The hunter continued his assault with another slash forcing Harry to take a step back to let it pass in front of him before having to sidestep a downward slash.
When Harry stepped back to dodge the rising slash that followed his back touch the fence surrounding the soccer field causing him freeze up momentarily. Taking advantage of Harry's shock the priest delivered a swift thrust toward Harry's heart that he only barely escaped by turning in to a swarm of bats.
Reforming several foot behind the hunter Harry found himself staring down the barrel of a sawed off shotgun and as the finger of the man's offhand pulled the trigger, time slowed to a crawl for Harry. At this distance the shot would be impossible to dodge and Harry held no illusion about being able to tank the pellets. A feeling of helplessness spread through him in face of his curtain death.
He balled his hands into fists as he screamed in his mind " No! I don't want to die! Not here, not now and not to some old priest wannabe! I refuse to die here!!"
Suddenly a feeling of weightlessness overcame him as his body turned into an emerald green mist just in time to let the pellets from the shotgun passed through him, as the first shot tore through the ominous silence that engulfed the whole field. The second shot that follow only a split second later as the man pulled the trigger again too passed harmlessly through the green mist of Harry's new form. When the hunter pulled the trigger a third time the click of the shotgun having been fired with out any ammunition echoed across the soccer field as Harry resolidified.
Fighting through the disorientation cause by his newest transformation Harry lunged at the man. The Hunter leaped backwards on instinct to dodge only to hit the same fence that Harry had been backed against just moments earlier. Exploiting the momentary lack of attention from the priest Harry struck the shotgun sending it flying from the man's off-hand before the man recovered and Harry had to jump backwards to evade a swing from the priest's sword cane. Pushing himself of the fence the hunter forced Harry back further with another slash. Harry sidestep the downward slash that followed before having to step back to dodge a horizontal slash.
The thrust that followed provided Harry with the opportunity he needed to go on the offensive. After taking a small step to the right to evade the attack Harry smashed his fist onto the priest's sword arm forcing him drop his sword before delivering a strong punch to the hunters chest that sent him back two dozen foot.
Looking at the man Harry frowned he had used his full strength in his attacks the force behind them could easily shatter stone and jet aside from having his breath knocked out of him the priest showed no sights of any serious injury. His opponent was no ordinary human Harry concluded. Unwilling to discover what nasty surprises the hunter may still be hiding Harry picked up the fallen cane sword before chargeing at the priest and without giving him the time to recover rammed the silver sword through the hunter's stomach.
Pulling the sword out of the man's body Harry dropped it before grabbing him and sinking his fangs into the neck of the priest.
The wound prevented the hunter from truly struggling as he was drained dry. With his opponent dead Harry looked towards the other vampire but even from where he was standing Harry could tell that he had died. When his eyes returned to the dead hunter his thoughts involuntarily turned to his newest near death experience. Quirrell, the basilisk and now the hunter he had only survived those encounters through luck but how long until his good fortune ran out? How long until his luck simply wasn't enough? If he wanted to survive Harry realized he would need to get stronger and he already knew how. His DADA lessons hod taught him that vampires grew stronger the more blood they consume. So far Harry had only ever drunk until his thirst was sated which normally meant drain three to four people a night but that wouldn't suffice any longer and as he focused on the dead hunter he knew he would need to look for stronger prey because despite being his first meal of the night the priest's blood had completely sated his thirst. His mind made up Harry decided to not waste anymore time.
Picking up the cane sword Harry's gaze wandered across the field searching for it's sheath. He found it not far from the dead vampire and as he sheathed the cane sword he started to hear police sirens in the distance.
Tonight he would hunt until the break of dawn, besides he had a new transformation to master with that thought a small grin spread across face as he bursted into a swarm of bats and flew into the streets of Birmingham.