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Warnings: Will be SLASH! Swearing, blood beatings.

The Vampire Realm

Chapter 3: Old Rivals and new ones.

Braedon was getting worried it had been three days since his numa had been taken and he hadn't heard anything from Gerik. Braedon was confused the Gerik he knew would jump at the chance to get one up on him and would boast and brag about it. Braedon would not admit it to anyone that he was murdered though because if he did he would be considered weak he thought but he was, extremely worried.

It had been three days since he had last fed on the food Spirit had given him so he was starting to feel a bit weak. He still ate that food but now he was tied to a numa he needed the numa's blood at least once every four days otherwise he'll start hallucinatin. He was getting worried now.

"Lord Braedon!" came a shout from behind his door. He quickly stood up and strode over to the door yanking it open.

"What is it?" he snapped to the quivering slave in front of him who he knew belonged to Aloysius.

"We have got word from Gerik about Spirit," came the worried reply. Before she could even tell him where to go he had slammed the door behind him and was striding, nearly running, to the throne room where he was sure the King and Queen would be.

"What did he say? Is the numa alright?" Braedon questioned as soon as he set foot into the throne room.

"Calm down Braedon," the queen said in her calming voice.

"Calm I am calm but I don't want to die," Braedon lied. He truly was worried about the numa though he told himself it was because he didn't want to die just yet.

"Yeah well you won't. Gerik has sent you an invitation to go to the Vadin temple and fight him there. Iff you win you can have the numa back," the king said handing the 'invitation' to Braedon. He sniffed it and growled deeply. It smelt of Spirit's blood and he noticed that it had been written with his blood.

"Well I'll be back soon," was all he said before he used his vampire magic and dispersed into the shadows which melted and took him straight to the temple. He was going to get Spirit back.

Spirit was worried and scared. His chest was burning and as he looked down he noticed he had no shirt on and he had many cuts adorning his chest.

"You're awake then?" said the man called Gerik who loomed oppressively over him.

"No I'm actually sleeping," Spirit sarcastically replied not caring that this man could kill him. He was roughly backhanded and he felt his skin rip as Gerik was wearing a ring which slashed into his face.

"Shut up you filthy numa," snapped Gerik.

"You know what you remind me of this wizard I know. A damn stuck up bastard he was, Draco Malfoy, wonder if you know him," Spirit taunted and was awarded with a sharp slap again this time the ring slashing across the top of his eye.

"Now your precious Braedon should be coming soon," Gerik sneered.

"Precious! Ha that's a laugh he's as stuck up his own arse like you are," Spirit bitterly laughed.

"Shut your mouth!" Gerik screamed then he pounced onto Spirit and bit him in the neck. Spirit screamed, this pain was ten times worse then when he was tied to Braedon.

"Let go of me please!" Spirit cried trying to get away from Gerik but it didn't work. Just as Spirit was going to faint he felt Gerik get torn away from him. Hee looked up with half lidded eyes full of pain at the blurry figure of Braedon. Then he fell into the welcome black where he wouldn't have to be a hero.

When Braedon had walked into the Vadin Temple he felt as if he blood was being drunk so he knew that only meant one thing. He quickly rushed into the temple and found Gerik on top of Spirit drinking from him. Braedon snarled. No one was allowed to touch his Spirit, and he meant no one. His Possessiveness shone through as he strode up to Gerik and pulled him off his numa. He saw as his numa fainted into darkness and he smiled things would be easier without his numa watching him kill and maim Gerik.

"Oh look if it isn't the numa lover!" Gerik taunted.

"Shut up Gerik otherwise I'll make it even more painful," Braedon growled.

"Ooh I'm so scared," mocked Gerik. Braedon rushed at Gerik and thus began the brutal fight between black and grey. Braedon may not have been as evil as Gerik but he was still evil so he didn't have a pure aura of white to show his goodness nor did he have a pure black aura unless he was truly angry like he was beginning to become.

Braedon punched Gerik who in turned kicked Braedon in the stomach, their strength making each other fly back. Thhey got up and rushed at each other. Gerik pulled out his trusty hand guns and started to shoot the specially designed silver bullets that could kill all vampires and demons and werewolves. Braedon dodged the bullets though some of them shot through his arms. He pulled out his dagger and threw it with precise aim at Gerik who quickly dodged it so that it sliced past his torso.

"Missed Braedon!" Gerik taunted but was nervous to find Braedon standing there lighting up a cigarette.

"Actually Gerik I poisoned my dagger with silver nitrate and werewolf blood so that with the tiniest of cuts even as small as a paper cut the poison would seep into your veins and kill you slowly and painfully," Braedon said calmly looking at Gerik with disgust as he started to twitch and shake moaning and groaning with pain as the poison attacked his defences.

"Does it hurt?" Braedon asked crouching down in front of Gerik.

"N-no," Gerik stuttered trying to keep some of his dignity.

"Pity," Braedon said then blew smoke into his face.

"I'll stop the pain if you tell me who you're working for," Braedon said calmly.

"Voldemort," Gerik gasped.

"The dark wizard?" Braedon asked. Gerik nodded.

"Yes he wants the numa alive so then he can kill him and become stronger supposedly he and the numa have been at it since he was one and Voldemort has been defeated by him every time they have faced," Gerik said.

"Yeah well he must not be that tough," Braedon said.

"I told you now stop the fucking pain," Gerik growled.

"Nope sorry you'll have to deal with it," Braedon smirked. He stood up and turned his back on Gerik his own wounds from the bullets pouring with blood. He knew he only had about half an hour to get back to the palace and get the wounds seen to otherwise he was dead. He slowly and steadily walked back to Spirit and looked down at the unconscious numa whose body and face was bleeding. Braedon brushed some of Spirit's hair away from his face smiling slightly then picking up the slight form of his numa started to walk back to Gerik.

Braedon started to slash at Gerik's face and torso causing him to groan even more pain.

"That's what you get for hurting him," Braedon growled protectively. Then he stood up and walked off throwing his cigarette behind him and onto the twitching figure of his old rival so he was set alite. Braedon grinned a bloodthirsty grin as he heard the scream of the dying vampire behind him. He now had a new rival who he had to deal with.

He called the shadows and him and Spirit were soon in the throne room of the vampire palace. Braedon looked around and saw the king and queen jump as he appeared.

"You found him," the king stated and Braedon nodded.

"What about Gerik?" The queen asked with a knowing look on her face.

"I had my revenge," Braedon said then turned away from the royals and stalked back to his rooms. He lay Spirit down on the bed and went to his bathroom. He went to the draw that held all his potions and medical supplies. He took of his jacket and then his shirt and cleaned his wounds wincing when he put the potion on his wounds as it began to steam and burn. Hee watched as the wound healed straight away. He had to give it to Gerik the bullets were clever, they made it so the vampire wouldn't be able to heal after he was shot so he would die if there was a straight wound. Hee then stood up and went back to Spirit. He started to clean the wounds but didn't use the potion on his as if he did Spirit would be poisoned. He cleaned the cuts the non-magical way and knew they would scar. He saw the wounds on Spirit's neck and saw with a angry look they were deep. That meant Gerik had drunk deeply. Braedon started to feel weak so he knew Spirit was dying. There was only one thing for him to do. He grabbed a small knife of his bedside cabinet and made a small cut on the side of his throat. He leaned over Spirit and lifted him up.

"Come on Spirit," Braedon urged. He wasn't caring about the numa no he was only caring about his self, he kept telling himself. He opened Spirit's mouth and put it against his neck. He waited a few minutes before finally Spirit started to drink. Spirit had put his arms around Braedon holding him tightly and drunk deeply. Braedon pulled away.

"Stop Spirit," Braedon said. He watched with amused eyes as Spirit seemed to come to himself and jerked out Braedon's arms and bed.

"What the hell happened? Why ain't I turning even more into a vampire? What the hell did you do to me?" He stormed backing himself into the corner looking down at his bare chest and at Braedon's.

"You were drunk from by Gerik who I killed and brought you back here. You aren't turning into a vampire because you have to be drunk from the same vampire whose blood you have drank so as Gerik drank from you for you to turn even more of a vampire you would have to drink from him. I did nothing to you only let you drink from me so you did not die because remember if you die I die," Braedon said calmly then stood up stretching.

"Well now that you are awake and as loud mouthed as before I think it's time for training," Braedon said and before Spirit could reply he was being roughly grabbed and surrounded by shadows. Spirit only thought one thing 'damn I thought he would forget'. Braedon on the other hand was thinking about the hour he would have to wait before he could drink from Spirit because as Spirit had drank from him his blood was still mixing with Spirit's. It would only take an hour and then Braedon would drink from Spirit and finally become stronger and healthier.

I am so sorry for how long this has taken. I hope this was an okay chapter. I know Harry was way OOC but that's how I want him. Yes it will be slash sorry to those who don't want it but I got a brilliant idea for slash so it's going to be it. Now I want some reviews please otherwise I'm not updating understand? Good I want at least three please but more would be appreciated. Anyway REVIEW!

To answer your question C no. Noone wants a numa but they are given as a punishment for a bad crime that you have committed. For petty crimes you are not given a numa but for really bad crimes you do. The slaves are usually the babies that are brought there to grow up and they aren't usually tied to a vampire but are there for when a vampire needs to be tied to one. Hope that helped. Thanks to all the reviewers. See you next chapter.