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Latanya Kassidy: yes maybe ;) lol and there's still a few more big things that you'll learn in this chappy! it'll just keep getting more and more...uh...either weirder or exciting lol

C.C.C.: lol thanks! :) (bear hug) lol, (grabs Evil Ron and holds him down so you can put him in leather)

Evil Ron: .... (checks himself in mirror) Not bad XD

oOWeasleyWizardWheezesOo: yep, one black wing (nods) so where's the other? O.O

mydracomalfoy: you'll find out soon! yes, poor Ron T.T but these things hafta happen ;)

leftoversushi: dude I luv yer name! Tis funny and artistic if yeh thinks about it :) and yes, I agree with yer doctor, careful there! (sweatdrop)

mizukimarr910: dunno if this is soon, but it's an update! how lond have you suspected him of being a vendredean anyway? :)

Alucardz-pet: lol there might be some more lemon ahead ;) about yer question on who's the messenger, it's explained here, and don't worry,I won't make Ron too insane! (evil cackle)

A/N: I feel like singing....LAAAAAA!!! LA-LAAAAAAA!!!! LAAAAAAAAAA!!!! AHEM! now that I've got that out of my system, enjoy the chappy! and yes I know this a/n was a completewaste of time XD


Chapter Twenty One: Something Suspicious


It was hot, burning…but it felt so good.

Their legs and arms were entangled together, sliding slowly to saver each others touch. It was a hot day but they still stayed close together, touching each part of the others body just to know that they really had them for themselves.

Their lips brushed against each other, their tongues dancing together like it was the last day on earth. They wanted more, they needed more. Their hands kept exploring slowly, making small rhythms of massages so they could hear the other groan in pleasure.

It felt so wonderful to be like this, feeling their lover's skin against theirs, like silk. "Ron," Justin breathed, fluttering his eyes closed as the redhead slid his tongue agonizingly slow against his collar bone, "I need you."

-

As Ron opened his eyes he felt the need for his mate grow. He tried to sit up but his muscles seemed to be on a break. Feeling panic inside him grow he looked down and tried to move a finger, it twitched but that was all, more panic. He turned his head and was relieved to see that the muscles on his head were still working properly.

"He's up!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, nearly jumping from her seat. Ron paled and turned to his head to face her. Her face was tearstained but looked happy; he also noticed a handkerchief in her hand. All of the sudden he felt guilty, ashamed, and weak. Was his mother really worried for him that much? What was she doing here anyway?

Scurrying feet rushed over to his side and he noticed with even more guilt and shame that his family, friends and headmaster were all clustered around him.

"R-Ron?" Ginny stammered, unsure of what else to say.

"What are you guys doing here?" he rasped, wincing at hisdrythroat.

"What do you think?" Hannah said, trying to brighten up the mood, "how are you?"

"I can't move."

"That's normal," Pomfrey said, popping out of nowhere and checking his pulse, "you'll start moving again in a few moments."

"What was in that…needle?" he tried to clear his throat but that only made it worse.

"A special sleeping potion," the nurse answered simply, "don't talk now, I can tell it hurts."

"How long have I-"

"Continue talking and you'll end up mute for the rest of your life," she tried to stifle a giggle at her patients' stricken look, "you've been asleep for a few hours."

"Justin," Ron tried to sit up but just by moving a centimeter he felt dizzy in the head, he still tried to move.

"Ron, lie down," Mrs. Weasley ordered, pushing her youngest son back down before he would fall unconscious from so much dizziness, "I'm sure Justin's fine."

"You don't understand, he'll be burned," his eyes watered but he couldn't find the energy to run to the door like he had before.

"Not at this moment." Ron glared at Kali, he was still angry at her, "the vendredean's have captured the betrayer, right now they're searching through his mind for the reason of his betrayal. This is why he had to be captured."

"What are you talking about?" the redhead demanded through gritted teeth.

"Justin's ancestor's Isarius Tralar."

Hermione suddenly gasped while Harry frowned at the name, there it was again. What was so important about this Tralar person?

"Harry," Hermione grabbed his hand, "it's that famous vampire, I knew it sounded familiar!"

"Isarius Tralar, famous for a lot of things. Signing the vampire rights, making the border on Kings Cross in platform nine and three quarters, she was also one of the first to mate with a muggle of the same sex, she was very intent on making a lot of paths for vampires."

Everyone turned to Mr. and Mrs. Finch-Fletchley, and Atra. The young girl looked proud but her parents looked slightly embarrassed at the attention they were suddenly getting.

"This isn't important right now. We need to think of a plan to get Justin back," Mrs. Finch-Fletchley said, blushing a little in embarrassment.

"Why is Justin a betrayer?" Ron frowned, trying to remember what he studied on vampire history; he'd been so caught up in other things that he barely paid attention to that subject. Now he regretted ever ignoring it.

"Isarius Tralar was the first to betray Hell," Kali explained calmly, she hated seeing Ron look at her with hatred, sometimes she wondered why she always kept these secrets until it was too late, she really was getting old for this job, maybe that was it. "When she was killed she made sure that she left her reason for her betrayal in the subconscious of her descendents, just in case something like this would happen."

"I don't get it. The vendredean's want apocalypse so why do they need to know about something like a betrayal?"Ernie asked, feeling confused more and more.

"Before the betrayal, the devil had complete control over all of his minions, he wanted to create an army to take over the world, no one would think twice about it, mostly because most of his servants were afraid of him," the seer said calmly, "but then the vampires betrayed him and they were his strongest servants because of their connection with the mortals life forces, after that everyone just kept on wondering why the vampires did what they did, and if they would be able to do the same thing, some of them at least."

"So…the vendredeans are one of those?" Hermione asked. This was new to her; the books never said anything like this.

"Not really. They want to know the reason, but in their nature they want apocalypse."

"So you want apocalypse too!" Hannah pointed accusingly at the silent John.

"No I don't! I'm half vendredean remember? HALF!" he yelled, looking insulted.

"You're WHAT!?" Ron shouted.

"I'll explain later…"

"Why would Tralar put the reason in her descendants?" questioned Hermione, she was very interested now.

"If the demons still want to know the reason then they can easily find it in the descendants, she hoped that they'd leave hell as well," shrugged Kali.

"What's the reason then?" Ron asked, not exactly sure if he should stay angry at the woman.

"No one knows except the descendants."

Again everyone turned to the Finch-Fletchleys.

"I don't know what it is!" Mr. Finch-Fletchley yelled, he never liked being stared at like this, it gave him goose bumps, "we're supposed to find out how to get to Justin. John you said you could do it."

"A few people have to come with me," the silver haired boy said, crossing his arms.

"I'll go," Harry said at once.

"A few vampires."

Harry, Hermione and Ginny looked like they were about to protest but thought against it. It was true; they weren't vampires so if they went they would be in so much danger that getting to Justin wouldn't be the only huge problem. Besides, Draco and Pansy held them back.

"Ally's," Ron whispered to himself, remembering his conversation with Kali. He looked over at the seer but she wasn't looking at him. It was more like she was avoiding him. He felt a little guilty again.

"I'll go then," Hannah said, standing up and looking determined. Ron looked over at her, she changed so quickly. Before she acted so silly and a bit wild, but now she acted a bit violent and hotheaded, not to mention the fact that she never respondedclearlyto when they asked if something happened to Micheal on the first attack.

"Me too," Ernie said, raising his hand high.

"No you won't," John said at once.

"Aw come on! I can fight them!" he stood up from his seat in protest.

"You were nearly killed when they attacked you!"

"They caught me by surprise, now I won't be…not really…but I know some new hexes to help me out, and my emador's are better!" he pouted but John remained indifferent, "please," he pleaded, "you need all the help you can get."

"Ernie you were almost killed, I don't want that happening again."

"It won't happen again!"

Everyone's eyes went back and forth as if they were watching a tennis game. It was kind of silly if you think about it, the two vampires looked like an old married couple.

"Zener Twelve if you do NOT let me come with you then I will be forced to make you sleep on the couch!"

Wow, it really was like an old married couple.

"No."

"Please," he scooted closer, pouting and giving his mate the puppy dog eye look.

"No!"

Ernie pulled him into a kiss. Mrs. Weasley gasped and blushed lightly while everyone else fell into silent shock…more like a silent scream what with their jaws on the floor.

"Whoa," was all the twins could say as the couple kept on kissing, groping through their clothes.

Pomfrey snapped back to reality and wiped the drool from her chin. "Alright! Enough! Stop kissing this is NOT a private room!"

Ernie let go of John who looked very dazed with a dreamy look in his eyes. Because of his sudden weak knees he fell on the bed behind him. "You can come," he said unevenly.

"Great!" Ernie shouted, looking very proud of himself.

Shaking out of their dazes everyone tried to forget what they had seen, not because they thought it was disgusting or anything, but because now they were getting other more explicit images in their heads.

"W-we'll go too," Susan said, putting a hand over Zacharias's. Everyone jumped; they didn't notice the other couple sitting with them through the whole conversation.

"Susan you hate fighting," Hannah said, raising an eyebrow.

"I know," she hung her head, "but Justin was practically the reason he got me and Zacharias together, I owe him."

"Wha-you…and him?" Ginny pointed, looking shocked. But they were so different, who could ever love a jerk like Zacharias?

"Yes," the couple answered in unison.

"Uh…right."

"So it's all set," Ron tried to move but his muscles weren't responding yet, "Pomfrey you said I could move in a few minutes!"

"They're not up," shrugged the nurse.

"Mr. Weasley I think this is a good time to talk about something else," Dumbledore finally spoke up, scaring everyone.

"What!? But-"

"It'll only take a few minutes," there was a twinkle in his eye, "first off, would you like a lemon drop?"

Ron stared at the old man as if he'd gone mad. He held out a small bag to him. "I can't exactly move my arms can't I?" he mumbled angrily.

"That's ok," the headmaster pulled out a small yellow candy in the shape of a lemon and put it in Ron's mouth, "it's about time someone tried this."

Ron let the candy roll around in his mouth before raising his eyebrows. The lemon drop really was good.

"Back to business," Dumbledore pocketed the bag, "do you remember what happened before you fell asleep?"

"You mean before Pomfrey poisoned me?"

"Mr. Weasley!" fumed the nurse.

"Yes," he let out a chuckle, "do you remember anything?"

"Not really, I just wanted to get to Justin."

"You grew a black wing," Atra spoke, stepping closer to the bed.

"What? I didn-"

"Is there an ache on your right shoulder blade?"

It was the first time he noticed the dulling pain; he nodded, now wishing he didn't feel the pain again.

"The wing's gone, that's why the pain's there. When you first get your wings it hurts, but after that it vanishes," Atra explained, "it happened to me too. I'm the messenger of God; you're the messenger of hell."

"I'm…what…"

"We're part of a prophecy to end the war between the vendredeans and vampires," the young girl said simply.

"I know that but…messenger…" he frowned, thinking back to his dream, it had been mentioned before but…what did it mean?

Atra noticed his confusion. "Messengers are representatives to worlds in this prophecy, I represent heaven because of my death as a child, and you represent hell because you're a vampire. I bring peace and you bring change."

"O…kay…so I have one wing? I'm supposed to fly with it?"

"No, you need two wings."

"Then what's the point of having one!?"

"You earned it. I earned mine by dying innocent while you earned the black wing because you were mourning for your mate and would take your life to have him back. You need to earn a white wing."

"How do I do that?" he asked slowly, he tried to move, still nothing but a twitch, that potion must have been strong.

"By trusting people."

"Oh…" he fell into guilt again and tried to move his arm, to his relief it lifted, "how are we going to get to Justin?"

"By contacting my cousin, he works as a guard," John answered, "you met him before," he gave a bit of a smirk.

"I did?" he sat up.

"The guy on the mirror."

It took a moment for Ron to remember that night in the Hufflepuff chambers. The guy in the mirror…

He nodded a little and watched as John pulled out the same mirror with wires, he walked away from the group to the less crowded area. Ron seemed to understand the meaning; he needed privacy for this conversation.

"Mum?" he sat up and looked at her, "what are you doing here?"

"We got a letter from Kali," Fred answered, "said it was too dangerous to be at the burrow-by the way I can NOT believe you're a vampire."

"It's kind of cool though, once you've thought about it," Ginny said, blushing lightly. Ron turned to her in surprise, "I didn't apologize properly," she played with the hem of her sleeves, "I shouldn't have gotten mad at you…you know, about earlier, that journal."

"It's not you're fault, it was a curse, you're still infected by the way."

"Yeah, Draco told me."

"Ron you're not really going to go after those…things, are you?" Mrs. Weasley asked, twisting her handkerchief in her hands with worry.

"Uh…yeah?" he turned back to his mother nervously, "mum, he's my mate-"

"I know…but…" she looked down at her lap where her hands were practically destroying her handkerchief.

"You're not the best fighter," George finished for her, "and no offense," he turned to the other Hufflepuffs, "but you guys aren't either." To his surprise Susan let out a tiny giggle.

"And I'm sure you'd come out of a fight with a vendredean without one scratch," she said sarcastically.

"I'm not trying to insult you guys but I never saw one of you guys pick a fight or even win a fight…Zacharias maybe but really, you guys are kind of…I dunno opposers of violence? Well I saw you guys fighting those things but it didn't look too good, the way you were fighting I mean."

Susan shrugged, "whatever you say." Fred just frowned in frustration.

"See?" Mrs. Weasley said to Ron, "you're too young to go off and fight demons-"

"Mum," Ron interrupted, "I'm going to go, so just…lay off."

Mrs. Weasley sat back and sighed. "You know, I got so scared when you jumped off the stands to go after those…er…vendredeans, but you seemed ok. I was still scared though, especially when you chased them into the Forbidden Forest."

"You saw that?" Ron paled.

Mr. Weasley nodded. "I went insane, I thought you were going to die, Kali wouldn't let me go after you."

"You…didn't see what I did to them did you?"

"Well there were a bunch of dead bodies lying around when we came for you," George smirked, "what the hell did you do to them?"

"Eh…you don't…want to know," he glanced over to John, he was talking to the mirror but he couldn't see the reflection from his point of view.

"Ron is it true? Do you really have a clone?" Mrs. Weasley asked suddenly, causing her son to snap his attention back to her.

"How did-"

"The letter explained it. Your brothers and father wouldn't believe me because they never met Kali…well neither have I but I felt I could trust her. And we had a run in with him-"

"WHAT!?" he jumped.

"Relax, we got away. We found out he's afraid of water, by accident actually. We were on our way to floo to Dumbledore's office but your clone showed up and said something about not interfering. He was about to kill us with this strange black sword when George threw a vase at him, when he noticed the water on him he kind of…panicked and left…and he left a mess on my floor too, it's soaked in this black liquid, I think it's ink."

Frowning, Ron turned to Kali who seemed just as confused as he was.

-

A dripping noise echoed into his head, waking him up from his sleep. He stirred and tried to go back to sleep; wanting very much to return to the dream he had with his mate, it felt so real…why couldn't it be real?

As the last traces of sleep left him he grudgingly opened his eyes then closed them again, feeling dizzy and wishing he didn't see what he just saw.

But even with his eyes closed the image was still there. Tall glowing glass aquatic pillars standing all over the place with blue liquid inside, dead rotting bodies floating around within, tied with rusted chains…

Carefully opening his eyes he looked down at himself and sighed in relief, he wasn't in a tube, but it stillwasn't much of a relief.

There were strange vein-like tubes tied around him, its ends injected deep into his skin like needles, they seemed to be pulsing as well, he could actually feel it passing something cold through his own veins. It wasn't just the veins, it was where he was.

Looking from his left, right, and down he realized he was tied to a metal cross, his own blood was dripping down against it, when did he get cut? He swallowed, closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. This couldn't be, why did he have to be here? Where was he anyway?

"Ron," he quivered. He tried to move but cried in pain when the veins injected in him burned, 'I need you...'

"You finally woke up," a familiar voice said, Justin could just feel the smirk in that voice. He looked around carefully but couldn't see anything in the dark accept the aquatic tubes.

At first he thought it was Ron, but he didn't feel the pull, not even a scent. He clenched his teeth and couldn't help but growl in anger, of all the people to come and see him like this!

Ron's clone floated in front of him, a white wing flapping noiselessly behind him. He smirked down at Justin, floating closer to him. "Been dreaming Sleeping Beauty?" He sneered, grabbing the blonds chin violently so he looked up at him, "not about my Ron, I'm sure."

He had changed since their last meeting. Last time he was dressed in the same patients outfit like Ron, but now he seemed to have gotten his own attire, tight fitted black shirt with a bleeding cross on his chest, a pair of black jeans and black boots. He almost resembled Ron if it wasn't for his cold eyes and sneer, his hair seemed a little darker as well, but that must have been the trick of the light. His white wing looked so out of place with him.

"Dunno what he sees in you," he leaned closer, his eyes narrowed in hate.

Justin pulled away from his grip and glared back. "What are you doing here?"

The clone immediately slapped him sharply causing the corner of his lip to bleed. He leaned closer again, smirking. "For a vampire, you bleed easily," and to Justin's disgust he licked away the small trail of blood, "maybe that's why he's attracted to you. You're blood is sweet, even I'll admit that," he started licking the wound. Justin hit him with his head to get him to back away. To his surprise, the evil Ron laughed then snapped his fingers.

The cross heated up quickly, burning his back like fire. Justin screamed in pain when the veins burned up as well, he could hear the sizzling of his skin and he faintly heard the white winged redhead laughing insanely in his pain. He snapped his fingers again and the cross and veins became cold again.

"Kiden a berak!" Justin spat angrily, his fangs became visible and his eyes reddened. The laughter stopped, the clone glared at him and grabbed his chin even more violently.

"Don't you dare speak to me that way, betrayer!" he slapped him again, harder this time but got no blood out.

"Sir!" Ron's copy turned around sharply to see someone running over him, "w-we've got another sign! Seign's calling for you to see it!" he panted.

Justin watched as the wing vanished in a bit of an explosion, black liquid splattered him. The evil Ron landed rather gracefully in front of the person.

"Torture him," he nodded up to the blond before taking off at a run.

The person nodded and made his right arm transform into a kind of fan. It began to spin quickly, causing him to fly up to the vein tied Justin; the blond closed his eyes tightly, hoping the torture wouldn't be very painful.

Instead he felt a wet cloth being dabbed on his black stained face. He opened his eyes curiously and faced a pale faced boy with pointed features, cat like eyes, and extremely spiky hair.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you," he whispered quickly.

"Who are you…you're a vendredean right?" Justin frowned suspiciously.

"Yes but really, don't worry. I'm, Eiterthatarus Thirteen, you can call my Tarus, I'm here to help you, I got a message from my cousin, Zener…er, you know him as John. Anyway I came to bring you a message."


WHEW! (wipes forehead) soz guys! (chokes self) that conversation in the Hospital Wing was a BITCH to write, I didn't know how to cram in everything you guys needed to know X(

Evil Ron: FINALLY! YOU MENTIONED ME!! But it was so SHORT!!! I DEMAND MORE APPEARANCES!!!

Ron: Question!

Wp: Oui?

Ron:…yeah…why can't the adult vampires look for Justin?

Wp: because you love him and won't sit down and wait for him to come to you, the adult vamps will come in later

Ron: Not that male nurse right?

Wp:…maaaaybe…teehee!

Ron: you scare me…so much

Evil Ron: GIVE ME MORE APPEARANCES! (pauses and sees Ron) HELLOOOO RONNIE! (runs to glomp him)

Ron: JUSTIN HELP ME!

Justin: (comes in and super kicks him to Wp)

Wp: 0.0 uh…heh! (punches Evil Ron)

Evil Ron: T.T (in pain) …bitch…look how I suffer because of my beauty!

Wp: this has nothing to do with beauty! X(

Ron: REVIEW PLEASE! I'll give you virtual kisses!

Justin: Me too!

Evil Ron: heh-heh me three (tries to secretly grab Ron but get's slapped, pouts)