A/N: Hey people. It has recently come to my attention that I have
neglected to post disclaimers. Woopsie! My bad. You know what that
means. I have a few rabid fans going crazy out there because they think
I'm J.K. Rowling.......ummm, yeah..... Does anyone else wonder why we have to
post these? They kind of go without saying don't they?
Disclaimer: Any characters or situations from the existing Harry Potter universe belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., etc...... I'm not making any money off of this, and these stories are purely for the enjoyment of fans of said universe.
Chapter Four- Nemesis
The menacing pair of teenagers strode across the no-longer crowded dance floor. Vampyres congested the dark corners and walls, slinking in a panic towards the doors. Their eyes were wild, the open night beyond the club promised a safety that they were mad to reach. Hopelessly they pressed themselves against the walls, surfaces caked in blood and soaked in victims' dying cries. Andi paid them no heed, they were of no consequence now. They were few and weak, but above all they were scared, and fearful prey was the easiest to hunt.
Tonight had been a satisfying victory. The dance floor, roughly the size of a football field, was covered in most places by an ankle-deep layer of ash, evidence to the extreme numbers of vampyres who had been cut down. Small clouds of dust tufted up around their knees as they proceeded across the room. The hunters' gazes swept the shadowed recesses of the room, sharp eyes missing nothing. Both focuses were quickly drawn to the only vampyre in the club who was still sitting.
He was a seemingly sophisticated creature, calmly sipping blood from a wine glass. One leg was carelessly draped over the other, an elegant white hand was currently busy swirling the thick red liquid in the delicate rounded glass, a display of nonchalance that was far too impassive to be forced. Andi felt a small wave of unease travel through her body and end in a cold grip around her heart. Why wasn't he running like the others? What reassurance did he have that made him so unafraid? She shifted her gaze to Tal, and swallowed...hard. Something was very wrong here. Her usually unshakeable partner was doing just that...shaking. It was a very slight tremor, one that she might not have noticed, had she not begun to feel that she was slowly losing control of her own outward show of emotion. It took her only a moment to realize that it wasn't merely the vampyre's calm that was unnerving her, it was something else, too. But what? The cold fist contracted and ice pumped through her veins.
Talan's breath caught in his throat. He knew this man, this thing, this...undead creature. He recognized him, remembered him from...somewhere. He suppressed a shiver. The chilling familiarity he felt wasn't based on the stranger's face, or his impeccably groomed appearance, but something more primal. This recognition tugged at the base of his being. It was in his blood. It was his blood. He spared his partner a quick glance. Confusion was rolling off her in waves, interspersed with short, chilling prickles of fear. He shivered. She was never afraid...at least almost never. And when she was afraid, she didn't show it. Didn't let it seep into her psychic scent, and certainly didn't put it on display in her eyes. At the moment, she was doing all these things. Turning back to the familiar stranger seated before him, he moved his hand in what he hoped was a subtle movement to rest on the hand grip of his sidearm. Where the weapon had always been a comfort before, it now seemed nothing more than cold metal resting in its holster. It was at this moment, when he felt more at a loss than he ever had, that the vampyre spoke. Looking up from his glass of blood-wine, he smirked and calmly said, "Hello Talan."
Kraven watched the two young hunters in amusement. They stood apprehensively before him, seemingly unsure if they should run or make a stand. They were both crouched in semi-defensive stances, ready to fight at the slightest provocation. Their faces were displays of varied emotions. Shock warred with fear. Anger mixed with instinctive hatred for his kind. The vampyre race.
"How do you know me?" Talan asked in a voice that tried to be demanding, but came out quavering a bit more than he might have hoped.
"Most of my kind do," Kraven responded with a slow, lazy smile that showed his delicately pointed canines.
Andi stepped forward. "You know what he means."
His smile hardened itself into a sneer. He stood smoothly from his chair and answered her, "Indeed." He took a slow step forward and then paused to, very obviously, rake her body with eyes from top to bottom and them back again. Smirking, he turned back to Tal. "It looks as though I did you a favor."
Talan stared back at him, torn between utter confusion and the protective anger for Andi that he felt welling up within him. "What favor?" He asked, teeth gritting as he fought to keep from lashing out. Fuck! He hated being toyed with like this! And by a vampyre no less... Who did he think he was? Talan only wished he knew......
Silently the vampyre approached him and leant down to whisper in his ear, "You shall see in time."
And with those words he was gone. He simply turned his back on them and walked towards the door, and when he reached it, he walked through without even looking back.
Tal and Andi stood side-by-side for a few moments, staring blankly ahead as though neither of them could believe what had just happened. Half- turning towards his partner Tal took a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something, then snapped it shut again as though changing his mind. Instead he let out a deep sigh.
"Well," Andi said without breaking her distant stare, "that was weird." Without another word she pulled a long, smooth piece of wood from a strap at her side and slipped her arm around Talan. With a faint pop they were gone.
A/N: Much thanks again to my reviewers...all three of you. You rock my world. Major big thanks to Morning Fey, who must have gotten a hundred e- mails from me in the past two days and didn't snap at me once. You've been amazing.......much love to ya, and thanks again.
Ciao everybody. Ember
Next chapter preview: The Harry Potter gang come into the picture....... (I know, it's about time right?) : )
Disclaimer: Any characters or situations from the existing Harry Potter universe belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., etc...... I'm not making any money off of this, and these stories are purely for the enjoyment of fans of said universe.
Chapter Four- Nemesis
The menacing pair of teenagers strode across the no-longer crowded dance floor. Vampyres congested the dark corners and walls, slinking in a panic towards the doors. Their eyes were wild, the open night beyond the club promised a safety that they were mad to reach. Hopelessly they pressed themselves against the walls, surfaces caked in blood and soaked in victims' dying cries. Andi paid them no heed, they were of no consequence now. They were few and weak, but above all they were scared, and fearful prey was the easiest to hunt.
Tonight had been a satisfying victory. The dance floor, roughly the size of a football field, was covered in most places by an ankle-deep layer of ash, evidence to the extreme numbers of vampyres who had been cut down. Small clouds of dust tufted up around their knees as they proceeded across the room. The hunters' gazes swept the shadowed recesses of the room, sharp eyes missing nothing. Both focuses were quickly drawn to the only vampyre in the club who was still sitting.
He was a seemingly sophisticated creature, calmly sipping blood from a wine glass. One leg was carelessly draped over the other, an elegant white hand was currently busy swirling the thick red liquid in the delicate rounded glass, a display of nonchalance that was far too impassive to be forced. Andi felt a small wave of unease travel through her body and end in a cold grip around her heart. Why wasn't he running like the others? What reassurance did he have that made him so unafraid? She shifted her gaze to Tal, and swallowed...hard. Something was very wrong here. Her usually unshakeable partner was doing just that...shaking. It was a very slight tremor, one that she might not have noticed, had she not begun to feel that she was slowly losing control of her own outward show of emotion. It took her only a moment to realize that it wasn't merely the vampyre's calm that was unnerving her, it was something else, too. But what? The cold fist contracted and ice pumped through her veins.
Talan's breath caught in his throat. He knew this man, this thing, this...undead creature. He recognized him, remembered him from...somewhere. He suppressed a shiver. The chilling familiarity he felt wasn't based on the stranger's face, or his impeccably groomed appearance, but something more primal. This recognition tugged at the base of his being. It was in his blood. It was his blood. He spared his partner a quick glance. Confusion was rolling off her in waves, interspersed with short, chilling prickles of fear. He shivered. She was never afraid...at least almost never. And when she was afraid, she didn't show it. Didn't let it seep into her psychic scent, and certainly didn't put it on display in her eyes. At the moment, she was doing all these things. Turning back to the familiar stranger seated before him, he moved his hand in what he hoped was a subtle movement to rest on the hand grip of his sidearm. Where the weapon had always been a comfort before, it now seemed nothing more than cold metal resting in its holster. It was at this moment, when he felt more at a loss than he ever had, that the vampyre spoke. Looking up from his glass of blood-wine, he smirked and calmly said, "Hello Talan."
Kraven watched the two young hunters in amusement. They stood apprehensively before him, seemingly unsure if they should run or make a stand. They were both crouched in semi-defensive stances, ready to fight at the slightest provocation. Their faces were displays of varied emotions. Shock warred with fear. Anger mixed with instinctive hatred for his kind. The vampyre race.
"How do you know me?" Talan asked in a voice that tried to be demanding, but came out quavering a bit more than he might have hoped.
"Most of my kind do," Kraven responded with a slow, lazy smile that showed his delicately pointed canines.
Andi stepped forward. "You know what he means."
His smile hardened itself into a sneer. He stood smoothly from his chair and answered her, "Indeed." He took a slow step forward and then paused to, very obviously, rake her body with eyes from top to bottom and them back again. Smirking, he turned back to Tal. "It looks as though I did you a favor."
Talan stared back at him, torn between utter confusion and the protective anger for Andi that he felt welling up within him. "What favor?" He asked, teeth gritting as he fought to keep from lashing out. Fuck! He hated being toyed with like this! And by a vampyre no less... Who did he think he was? Talan only wished he knew......
Silently the vampyre approached him and leant down to whisper in his ear, "You shall see in time."
And with those words he was gone. He simply turned his back on them and walked towards the door, and when he reached it, he walked through without even looking back.
Tal and Andi stood side-by-side for a few moments, staring blankly ahead as though neither of them could believe what had just happened. Half- turning towards his partner Tal took a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something, then snapped it shut again as though changing his mind. Instead he let out a deep sigh.
"Well," Andi said without breaking her distant stare, "that was weird." Without another word she pulled a long, smooth piece of wood from a strap at her side and slipped her arm around Talan. With a faint pop they were gone.
A/N: Much thanks again to my reviewers...all three of you. You rock my world. Major big thanks to Morning Fey, who must have gotten a hundred e- mails from me in the past two days and didn't snap at me once. You've been amazing.......much love to ya, and thanks again.
Ciao everybody. Ember
Next chapter preview: The Harry Potter gang come into the picture....... (I know, it's about time right?) : )