AN: I want to thank tessa3, angel and Coconut for their wonderful reviews. I hope you like this chapter, you three, cuz I'm dedicating it to you both!

Also, I don't own Harry Potter or Blade; they belong to a greater being than I.

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This is set in Harry's Sixth year. It ignores Sirius and Dumbledore's deaths as well. It may have more plot devices added in from his first few Hogwarts years that aren't in canon, too.

Chapter 2:

Harry's Dark Knight

The rain that had fallen around for hours finally stopped, just as quickly as it began. Harry sighed through his half-frozen blue lips, walking down the sopping wet sidewalk just outside the candy store. He was so mad tonight, but whatever the 'Demons' wanted, the 'Demons' got. Notice the capital D, anyone?

Vernon the Grotesque had sent him out on an errand alone, due to the bizarre murders that had taken place all over London and had spread quite quickly to the surrounding areas. A few had even been reported in Surrey; which gets me back to my point…the errand. Dudley wanted sweets; Vernon didn't want to drive to the store, so the Boy got the privilege of getting to go! Yay, so fun! Yeah…right.

Harry stopped abruptly, he had the feeling someone or something was following him; the hairs standing straight up from the back of his neck proved that thought. Gods! He couldn't handle anymore stress right now, not after all the hell from last year at Hogwarts. He was stretched thin.

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Crash!

The sounds of a dumpster slamming into the side of a building resounded on the frozen wind.

Harry flinched and quickened his steps, almost running back down the sidewalk. No way was he going to end up food for whatever monster was out there! The dementors were bad enough last summer.

"Hey there pretty boy, watcha doing out here all alone…defenseless?"

Harry halted his steps; he turned towards the deep voice. A man stood in the alley next to a run-down old apartment building. He looked young, maybe mid-twenties, but somehow said pretty boy knew he was much older.

The man was handsome, very handsome. He had spiky blond hair and slightly slanted sapphire eyes that seemed to root Harry to the spot and search, not his brilliant emerald eyes, but his very soul.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" The Boy-Who-Lived demanded.

"Who am I, Lovely one? I am your damnation and your salvation. I am the one who can save you from all things mortal; the greed, the sicknesses, the Death. I can give you everything your soul cries out for and more! I can give you…revenge." The man whispered this to the boy almost as though the words were a caress.

Harry backed up a step in disgust and not a little fright. This guys was a creep; no way did he think that Harry would give in, did he? He stepped back a few more steps. The next thing he knew, there was a sharp flash of pain in his back and skull before he slammed into the ground; on the other side of the alley.

Jeshua had moved so fast that he was just a blur before Harry's eyes. This man wasn't human. Jeshua grinned, showing his teeth, all of his teeth. That thought confirmed the boy's suspicions. Vampire! What the he$ is a vampire doing here, in Surrey?

"My name, though, my pretty one, is Jeshua." The man smirked at the prone boy, said boy stumbled back to his feet, and made a motion with his right hand. From the shadows came six or seven more men, these guys looked MEAN. All of them had scars of some sort all over their bodies. They also had big, tough-looking weapons strapped all over their bodies.

Harry cursed the fact that the Dursleys had locked away his wand. Now, thanks to them, he was probably going to end up someone's meal. After that, he'd become someone's undead little bit! Great, what a life!

One of Jeshua's men, a tall guy with a missing eye, ran towards Harry and slammed him back into the wall. Harry saw stars and slid into a state of half-conscious thought. He felt the demon's fangs against his neck and whimpered lowly, causing the vampires to laugh at his pain and fear.

Time slid by him in rapid succession, he heard the cries of the demon's and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. The smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils and the sound of dust drifted by on the wind, surrounded him. Screams echoed all around…he knew no more.

BLADEBLADEBLADEBLADEBLADEBLADEBLADEBLADEBLADEBLADEBLA

Blade glared at the vampire bastards that had surrounded the unconscious boy. He had hunted this un-dead group for about a month, always one step behind, before he tracked them to this stupid little town.

Grunting with effort, he raised his sword above his head and decapitated the vampire holding the kid. The black haired wisp of a boy slid to the ground, and lay there in a pose reminiscent of death. Blade lifted the slight boy in his arms, and with one final sneer at the moronic fiends, left to find the old man, Whistler; the man who was like a father to the vampire hunter.

"Damn vampires; wasn't even worth the hunt."

With that, the Daywalker faded into the raining shadows; the water washing away the remnants of the tussle. Stupid vampires.

So sorry about the cliffie; did Harry get bitten or not?

Well? How was that? I know, I know…it was short, eh? Forgive me? Anyway, thanks again to all who have reviewed my first chapter.

Tessa3: Thank you! Of course I'll keep updating! I don't know, however, how soon I'll get the next chapter up, though. Work and school are both taking up most of my time. Thanks again!

Coconut: I know, I meant it to be at first with Harry as the boy, but I wanted a longer story. Thanks for the review; I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks!

Angel: I'm glad you enjoyed it, so far at least. I hope it continues to satisfy, even if the chapters are a little short! LOL! Peace out!

Jeshua is actually a biblical name for 'Savior' or 'deliverer'. Ironic, isn't it? Jeshua, in the past was actually alive around the time of Jesus. He was a healer and a follower of Christ. However, one of his patients turned out to be his eternal damnation, a vampire. Jeshua never could get rid of the idea that he was another God-given savior like his Christ. He just wanted to give Harry a taste of his own Hell.