Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot, braedon and the whole vampire realm.

Warnings: Swearing, will be slash.

The Vampire Realm

Chapter 4: Visions of pain and going home!

"AAHH," Spirit cried as he was beaten to the ground yet again.

"Get up," came the sharp reply.

"I can't."

"Yes you can now get up!" came the order followed by a swift kick. Spirit slowly got to his feet shaking as he stood there. He and Braedon had been at this for an hour and a half. It was supposed to teach him something but all that Spirit had learnt was that vampires had a hell of a lot of strength. The only other good thing he learnt was that if you tensed you abs a certain way then the hit or kick wouldn't hurt. Braedon looked at his watch.

"Spirit I need some of you blood," Braedon said forwardly. Spirit stood there his eyes wide and his mouth open then he started to laugh.

"That's a good one I didn't know you could tell a joke," he chuckled then slowly stopped.

"You're not joking are you?" he said seriously. Braedon shook his head and Spirit sighed angrily.

"NO! I told you once already I'm not letting you drink from me!" he cried.

"Spirit I can force you but it will hurt just like Gerik or if you allow me it will feel nice I swear to you," Braedon said. Spirit sighed angrily and pulled his hands sharply through his hair. He was panting and mumbling to himself something about stupid vampires and how they should take the sticks from their arses and stab themselves in the heart with it.

"Fine..." he sighed looking up at Braedon who was smirking. He walked slowly over to his numa and pulled him towards his chest.

"Do we really need to be this close," Spirit whined.

"Well yes otherwise I won't aim right and might pierce you in the wrong place," Braedon said the only reply he got though was an annoyed nod. Braedon pulled the neck of the shirt away from Spirits neck and started to lick at the point where he was going to bite.

"You know if I didn't know you better for the cold heartless bastard you really are I would think you were liking this," came a response. Braedon though didn't reply and bit into the pale sweet flesh of his numa. He drank deeply pulling the wilting body of the smaller male further into his embrace. The sweet elixir ran down his throat and into his bloodstream making him hot and warm. He saw memories from the numa and he was shocked that his numa had gone through this, shocked that anybody had put his numa through it. When he went to the numa world he was sure he would get revenge. He mentally shook his head. No he didn't care about the numa. No he was just worried that he might be killed earlier then he would like. He pulled away from Spirit and dropped him to the floor.

He had taken too much blood he knew he had. Now Spirit wouldn't be able to train for a whole day and would have to rest, Braedon growled and slung him over his shoulder and walked off down the dark, shadowy corridors back to his rooms.

Spirit was dreaming he knew he was. He was back in his own world and in the headquarters somewhere he hoped he would never have to be again.

"What do you mean Harry has been taken by the vampires!" came a familiar shout. Spirit walked towards the sound and found he could walk through walls. He walked through the door and saw all the order members there including Snape.

"Yesterday Harry went for a walk down a dark alley. There he was taken by a vampire to the vampire realm," Dumbledore coolly responded.

"Aren't we going to get him back?" Remus asked.

"Come off it Lupin and do what. Vampires are the most powerful beings in the universe. If we go over there and order them around they'd kill us in a second," Snape smartly replied causing Remus to sit down.

"Severus is right. If we go over there they will kill us and I'm sure King Cathal knows who he is and will let him come back to school and so we shall not go over there," Dumbledore ordered and everybody nodded.

"Now unless we have any further business to attend to meeting finished," and with that everybody stood up and left. Spirit was waiting for himself to wake up but he didn't so he decided to walk upstairs and see how his friends were doing. He glided up the stairs and into the room he and just as he was about to see his friends the room faded and he was standing in a run down castle.

Spirit groaned when he heard a hissing. That meant he was in Lord Voldemort's place. He walked to the hissing and saw Voldemort with his snake face and rat minion standing by the fire.

"Have you found anything about the whereabouts of Harry Potter?" hissed Voldemort.

"N-no s-sir," Peter Pettigrew the rat minion stuttered.

"Why not?"

"B-because s-sir D-Dumbledore has h-hid h-him w-well," came the fearful reply.

"You have failed me yet again Crucio," and after that followed the bone-cracking scream of a rat and bloodcurdling scream followed by the blinding pain of Spirit.

Spirit woke up screaming and tossing and turning his head feeling like he was being prised open with a chisel. He screamed and screamed.

"Spirit what's wrong?" Braedon asked for once worrying about his numa, well the first time he would admit it.

"My, my head, vision...of...Voldemort," he gasped out. Braedon looked on shocked and quickly grabbed the small male and ran with him to the king's chambers.

"Sire!" Braedon shouted.

"Braedon you seem to be here a lot lately," came a jokey reply but as the king laid eyes on the bleeding and thrashing figure in Braedon's arms he ushered them inside. Braedon lay the numa down on the bed and looked towards his king.

"What happened?" the king asked.

"I don't know one minute he's fine the next he's screaming and bleeding saying he had a vision of Voldemort," Braedon said.

"Oh Athneikic," the king said in the name of the vampire god.

"Your majesty?"

"He can not stay here," the king replied urgently.

"Well what are you saying he has to what about me," Braedon replied.

"Braedon listen to me. He is tied to Voldemort. What would happen if Voldemort saw where he was and came here offering an alliance?" The king responded.

"Most of the vampires would wish to side with him as he would give them what he wanted."

"Yes we may not like wizards but if they are offering their world on a silver plate we would accept which is why that cannot happen as it would dry up all our food. There will be a major hunt and all the numas would be killed that means there will be no food left except the slaves," the king said wisely.

"So that means I have to take him back to his world and train him there."

"Yes but you can come back for their time of Christmas," the king joked.

"Oh yay. How long do I have left here?"

"A week then on next Saturday you will leave. Tell Dumbledore that you are there on an alliance in front of everybody but behind closed doors tell him the truth," the king said bending over Spirit and saying a spell, which would close of his mind to Voldemort for a week only.

"Now go you don't have much time," the king said shoving Spirit into Braedon's arms and out into the corridor. Braedon huffed then stalked off back to his rooms. He threw Spirit onto the bed then threw ice-cold water onto him.

"What the Hell!" Spirit spluttered bolting right up.

"We don't have time for that. Look we have a week for me to partially train you then we go back to your world and I train you there," Braedon rushed. Spirit's face lit up.

"I get to go home?" he smiled.

"Yes but you will still be tied to me don't think you'll be able to get away from me and when we are in front of anybody else except Dumbledore you have to refer to me as if I was your friend," Braedon said scrunching up his face at the last bit of the statement. Spirit solemnly nodded then Braedon threw clothes at him, some new training clothes.

"Put these on," he ordered then went into the bathroom so he got changed. After ten minutes he came out in leather pants, black boots, a black t-shirt and his hair was tied back. Strapped across his back was a shotgun and a sword then in holsters was some pistols then in his waistband was some daggers.

"Come on," he sighed and walked out of the room Spirit following him.

They got to the training room and Braedon threw one dagger and one pistol at Spirit.

"Here you use these," he said with no further instructions. This was because there were no rules. After five hours Spirit was bleeding, panting, sweating, and in lots of pain and for a beginner he didn't do half bad as Braedon was bleeding a bit as well.

"Not half bad I suppose," Braedon admitted.

"Now onto your body training. You have to run 200 laps of this area," Braedon ordered and with no objections Spirit started to run the 200 laps around the are, which totalled at about half a mile. By the time Spirit had gotten even on his 30th lap he was panting and falling on his knees.

"Well I couldn't expect you to do it first time. Now fifty sit ups," he ordered but he made it a bit easier by kneeling on his feet so they stayed still. Spirit did all the sit ups and had a major stitch in his side.

"Can I have a break?" he gasped.

"No if you are in battle you are going to be in a lot of pain you wouldn't ask Voldemort to stop so you can gather yourself together would you?"

"No."

"Exactly so I won't let you now I want you to do one hundred press ups," and Spirit did it. He also did the hundred and fifty bench presses, the hour long shadow sparring, the two hour long martial arts training against Braedon, which mainly meant him learning to block and getting hurt in the process, and of course the gun training. This was mainly his training for the rest of the week but Braedon was kind and did let him sleep in his room when he had a break. Due to the constant training with no gaps Spirit's body had started to change dramatically. He arms were starting to become muscled and strong, he started to have a washboard stomach and his legs were becoming powerful. Braedon though he wouldn't admit it was proud of his achievement and he thought the body suited Spirit.

It was time for Spirit and Braedon to go back. Spirit was wearing plain black jeans, which were turned up, as they were Braedon's and a black shirt. Braedon grabbed him as all of a sudden a sharp wind blew and lights blinded him. All he could hear was a whistling in his ears and in a moment it had stopped. Due to vampire magic Braedon could see Grimmuald Place and they strode up to it. Braedon not once looking nervous but Spirit did. Braedon rang the doorbell and the distinctive screaming of the portrait of Mrs Black could be heard. The door slowly opened and there in the doorway stood Mrs Molly Weasley.

"Yes?" she asked suspiciously.

"Mrs Weasley it's me SP-Harry," Spirit said pulling back his hair revealing his scar. In an instant the red haired woman was crushing him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Where were you, are you alright?" She frantically asked pulling him inside of the house. Braedon followed. Mrs Weasley ignored Braedon and walked with Harry into the kitchen.

"Everybody Harry's back," she called and in an instant many people were surrounding him.

"OI everybody back off and leave him alone," Braedon shouted not liking the idea of so many people touching his Spirit. Everybody turned and stared at him and he saw the shocked faces of all the numas in front of him. He walked up and stood beside Spirit.

"And who are you?" asked the red-haired boy Ronald Weasley.

"He is Braedon the person responsible for the massacre at all the wars in the past two hundred years, he is also the kings right hand man and if I'm not mistaken hunted, hated and feared in every world that believes in your existence," said a voice. They all turned and saw...

Authors Note: There not a good chapter I know so I don't know whether to continue or not what do you all think if you don't want me to continue just tell me.

Ok to answer some reviewers questions:

Hannah Abby: Yes as you could probably tell it is slash and it is between Braedon and Harry. Thanks for the review.

Squirrelstakingovertheworld: Thanks and I love your name.

Miniluce: Thanks. No I don't have a deadline what with work and school I wouldn't meet it.

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