Demon's Calling

Chapter 2: Humoring Rendition

An: I love you all! Than you! I didn't think I'd get such a large response with just my prologue. But thank god. Now don't get me wrong lost but not yet broken chapter 10 will be out soon and soon really. But ah I want to get started on this baby heheheh. What a day. Anyway, besides the fact that life sucks, I'm sorry for the small spelling errors that I had in the prologue my I actually have two beta's, black dragon lady being one of them. And She gave me the go to post it. but then again I was being impatient so I can't penalize her for that. I normally make sure not to have too many errors. So I apologize and both my betas are currently working on both my stories so that I may replace these chapters with the revised chapters. Now enough of my chatter.

Warnings: Angst angst. M/M relationship, flame me for that and I will cut out your tongue and make you eat it. so blah! Anyway yeah DRACO in this chapter! Watch out for him. More Sev angst and Harry oh so sexy heheheh.

Disclaimer: don't own. Don't sue, don't speak, don't hear, what you don't know won't kill you buwhahahahaha.

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In the dead of night I made my way towards the grand castle that lay just below the hills surrounded by a life. For too many an impressionable child, such a place was but a playground for magic and the like. Its tall towers stood with the prowess of whatever architect had designed them. Solid stone walls, dark and gloomy smelling of age and mold, halls that echoed like the roar of a lion. Once in a time I barely recall, a time of carelessness and childish banter, a time of joy I remember viewing this place as a haven from the prejudices of this world – from darkness.

Now, it is nothing more than a prison. A dank dark void that keeps my soul bound and my body weak. I am scum to those who reside with in those walls and the young ones either fear me or would cut out their own tongue before associating with my "kind".  Had I known such melancholy would be my punishment for a young foolish mistake……again my mind wonders and I must drag myself back to my real darkness. As I step through the castle's walls there is a shadow already upon me; watching, listening, restricting my every movement.

I pass a few students on my way for, this is a school and I am a professor so it is expected. They look at me, their eyes a fury of hatred before turning away and laughing about some nonsense or other. Yet in my heart I know their humor is at my expense but I can do nothing but endure it. So close now, so close am I to my chambers – to my sanctuary. Just one more hall, one more turn, one more……

"Severus."

I repress a sigh as I turn to face my keeper. My jailer for the crimes that I committed in an unguided youth, the man who keeps me alive but weak with the scarcity that he allows me to feed.

"What can I do for you headmas….." I'm lost in a see of pain as I feel my body hit the stone wall harshly. The old man has not even asked a question and all ready he begins his ministrations.

"Where have you been Severus?" he asks, his voice betraying the true disgust and contempt he holds for me.

I struggle a bit but am able to right myself up proudly before I answer in a calmness that only infuriates him. "Out."

Suddenly, I feel the force, from that slender piece of wood in his hand, hit me directly, my back chipping stone as it impacts with the wall once more. I cannot help but let out a small groan of pain. My knees buckle slightly but I am able to retain my stance. I look up my at him in an effort of small defiance, I know it is a mistake but I can't help but keep my some semblance of independence, some reminder that I am not the animal they believe me to be.

"You forget your place Severus."

This time I cannot keep my cries silent as another blast plummets me deeper through the stone, the laws of Kinetic energy working against me as the wall creates a barrier for my battered body thus, crushing me from both sides. I cough a little and a trail of crimson finds its way down the corner of my mouth. In my weakened state his punishments are severe and I will not be able to heal as quickly.

"I see you have not fed. Good. Remember, Severus, I control your feedings and your life."

Indeed he does, for you see I am only allowed to feed once a week and even then it is not enough to keep me considerably healthy just alive and functional. I am forced to take potions made by myself to suppress the crying need that my body seeks. As a vampire I must have blood daily to remain healthy, youthful, and strong. Even animals blood would suffice but he denies even that from me. After all, what better way to keep me under his thumb then by making sure that I cannot become stronger than his control can handle.

Unfortunately, this lack in sustenance has not only rendered me weak and fragile but has hindered my appearance as well. Where once silken raven hair laced with blood red streaks once fell down my back, now stale black greasy hair adorns my pale skin and black lifeless eyes. My body once beautiful and youthful now is creased with pale wrinkles and a lanky build. Truth is, I am now the living image of the old folktale vampire.

And as I lay in a small pool of blood, from where the chips of stone had cut through my skin, my keeper already walking away, most likely to his throne office, I wonder back to that night not long ago. Of a black winged creature flying off into the moon light. And I cannot help but weep, not because of his departure but because in that flight I saw the freedom that I yearned for so much. And I hoped for whatever deity created such a being that I would be able to meet him once more and then perhaps I may have my release from this darkness.

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In a grand palace of light, surrounded by icy mountains, blooming flower beds, and dying trees. A black winged man sat comfortably on a plush sofa his wings spread across its back as he watched his brother pace before him. And what a man this brother was for surely if his black winged counterpart were beautiful then he would be an Adonis. His gold blond locks slicked back allowing only a few stray strands to fall over his silver – blue eyes; eyes as deep as the ocean and as cold and pale as ice. His skin was a pale tint compared to his brother's, his body tall but slim not feminine at all, sporting an athletic build and broad shoulders that gave him a grace that none had ever seen. His wings though, were immaculate in their grandeur. Instead of black they were beautiful bright silver that could rival the moon's light any night. Unlike his brother's, his feather tips were of an ebony black that flowed upward slowly getting lighter and lighter in shades until it reached its silvery perfection.

As he paced, those perfect wings swayed from side to side, flailing incessantly as if in a vexed state. Suddenly, the white winged being stopped his pacing and gazed indifferently at the figure lazily sprawled on the sofa.

"Harold."

"Yes Draconis?" asked the black winged beauty, Harold, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the irked features sporting his brother's, Draconis, face.

"Tell me again, why you wish to do this king of all idiocies."

"Ah, well that is quite simple to explain brother – for fun."

"Brother, I have never thought you a fool however, such impressions can change. Now, speak to me seriously or I will tie you to one of the rotting trees, pour dumpell waste on your wings, and let the beasts have their way with you." Draconis said his face a stone mask of seriousness.

 Harold could not help but to grasp his ebony wings in a tight vice and look at his brother in adjacent horror while pouting, his lower lip trembling slightly. "You will do no such thing! I am the youngest and as such you can do me no wrong!"

"Harold. I am the oldest! And as such you will answer my questions with the due respect that the oldest deserves!" Draconis's eyes narrowed slightly at his exclamation, watching his brother let go of his wings and sigh in defeat.

"Very well."

"Why this particular place?" asks Draconis calmly.

"Because the person I am meaning to find is there."

"Why do you wish to mingle in this school as a mortal child?" asked Draconis stressing the 'school' as if it caused him great distaste.

"To see all sides of him. Like I said he intrigues me and I am curious to know what kind of being he is. You see brother, had any other mortal or immortal stumbled upon me in that field…….."

"Yes, yes, after the demon's calling, in your weakened state, he or she would have taken upon them your life. For, time has destroyed the knowledge of our kind and with it the true meaning of the demon's calling." Draconis finished predicting the last of his brother's words.

"Exactly. But, this one, when my eyes gazed into his soul, he did not flinch, did not turn his gaze, or flee……" Harold lost himself in thought and did not notice his brother staring intently at him.

"Listen to me Harold. The mortal world is in a time of great peril, it is not like it was during father's time. Should these mortals discover what we are, we and our kind will be in great danger from the biased interpretations of what we are." 

"No one shall know. I will pose as a learner transferred from another school and live as a mortal."

"No Harold."

"But…"

"We shall pose as you say, but you must remember the evil that threatens their world also threatens ours. We are not to get involved."

Harold scowled "Our father has already done that for us."

Draconis sighed "Our father is a fool. However, had he not killed the one of which your blood once resembled then I would not have you as my blood brother now would I?"

"A technicality in his sins." stated Harold as he smiled at his brother.

With one wave of his slender hand, Draconis beckoned his brother to follow as he stepped outside the white palace. Silver – pale blue eyes gazed into the night sky, watching as others of his kind flew silently above, towards their own homes. Wings of all shades littered the sky at this time; crimson reds, sapphire blues, slate grays, and many more free feathers fell in a colorful rain of beauty and light. And Draconis spread his silver moon wings wide in a speed that let the chilling breeze caress the air. Turning to his black winged counterpart, he smiled as he spoke loudly.

"Come on Harold, do not tell me that you have changed your mind after all your convincing. Let's go meet this vampire that has stolen my brother's heart and I shall judge him!" with the grace of a swan he elevated into the night sky, Harold right behind him crying out his indignity.

"He has stolen nothing of me but my curiosity! Brother! Do not ignore me! The youngest is to never be ignored…..brother!" and in good nature they flew towards the mortal havoc that would soon ensnare them both; to a world of evil and prejudices, to a world of magic and power, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the wizardry world.

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An: woohoo chapter 2 done! Oh yeah oh yeah. I love this. Anyway I hope you like. Yes I know I made Draco a little well I don't know but I know. Keep in mind that their race is very wise and very old. Yes, voldie is still alive and was never killed by harry. Lucius and James are of the same race well were (in do time all will be revieled). Severus is a vampire who is spying for the "light" right…. The light my ass. Dumbledore will be a bastard in this story so sorry. Harry is the younger brother and as such likes to impose his privileges upon Draco since he knows that he won't say no. Please Review! Thank you. Chapter 3 coming soon. I think I better haul ass and work on chapter 10 of lost but not yet broken before ppl start trying to kill me *dodges poisoned dart* . eep!