Authors Note: Hey second chapter here! Sorry for the long wait! Things have been hectic and i've been writing a second chapter yes I have. Yeah and i've changed my name mwahahahaha. Also this chapter is dialogue driven i'm afraid. It explains the characters. Well bye.
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Harry Potter and The Third Council
Smirking cruelly, Chaos dropped his glamour, watching as the dark blonde hair that hung over his eyes changed to a dark brown. He watched as his golden skin changed to a pasty white. With it being done he looked down at the body in his arms. He truly was a pretty little thing if he only took off his glasses. The power churning around the body made him and it made him want the boy. He wanted to hear him scream, he wanted to see him cry and moan his name. The power was arousing and he wanted more of it.
A sharp scream cut through his thoughts. Turning away from the body that was now in his arms, Chaos looked back at the people who were torturing mercilessly a young boy who seemed to be the same age of the one in his arms. A cruel smirk pulled at his lips. He knew that it was wrong; he knew that there was no need to torture the boy but they needed this to seem realistic and for that they needed to torture him alive. The blood ran faster if they were alive when they were cut. If they were dead then anybody would know that it was a lie. Licking his lips at the sight of the crimson rivers pouring from the crying boy he turned away only to stop short.
"Hello, Will fancy seeing you here," he stated his voice calm and pleasant as if he was speaking to an old friend.
"Chaos! What are you doing?" Shock, disgust and confusion were clear on the other's face and Chaos revelled in it. It took a lot to make the usually calm, and once in control, Will become unhinged. Seeing the man's face at what they were doing made him feel as if he was the more powerful one as if he was truly the stronger one no matter what anyone else felt.
"I'm making sure we'll win. I'm making sure that we will no longer be the underdog."
"The underdog, winning? Chaos, we were never the underdog. We deserve to be kept away from the children. You know as well as I do that we are dangerous."
"Dangerous? We are not dangerous, we are strong! We will always be strong if you and your merry band of vampire haters would stop messing everything up. The wizards would still be under our control if you and your friends had not shown yourself to them, shown them some of our weaknesses so they could destroy us. You and your group have made us nothing but slaves and animals to those damn humans who dare to think they can control us!" Chaos spat out, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"We gave them a chance!"
"A chance for what? A chance to persecute anyone who was different? We were strong and you made it so we became weak. They don't deserve to be given the secrets that we hold within our community. Learning these secrets only make it so they hurt one another. They are prejudice against all those who are different, against all those who are not like them. Why should we give them a chance to destroy us when they are already destroying themselves?" Smirking, Chaos watched as Will turned his head, speechless.
"What do you get outta this?" Due to his nerves his accent becoming clear. Whenever he was around his brother he tried to hide his accent. His brother never liked to remember where they came from.
"I have no idea what you mean."
"Like hell ya don't! Chaos, you never do anything if it doesn't benefit you. What do ya get outta it?"
"Why do you want to know? Want to see if it's worth for you to join us? Sorry but we don't accept traitors anymore as you know," Chaos replied snidely as he glared at the man before him his arms tightening around the body he was still holding.
"Ruin, take the boy," he ordered. A large brute of a man came up behind him and took the boy before disappearing.
"Where are ya taking him? Don't play with me, Chaos. I'm not one of ya play things," Will growled his fists clenching.
"My, my, Will. It sounds to me like you are jealous. After all your accent is just like I remember it."
"Goddammit! Chaos, stop playing around. Tell me why are ya taking the boy? What are you getting out of it?"
"Fine. You want to know? We're taking the boy to take control. We both know he's the only one able to defeat this damn dark lord who's threatening even us. If that isn't enough the bloody light side have the demons. Why do you think the elder allowed me to come and get the boy?" It was clear he was annoyed. His eyes were narrowed dangerously and he kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other as if getting ready to pounce. Will paled.
"The elder wants the boy? The demons are involved? This isn't just a human war anymore is it?"
"It never was. The demons decided that they wanted us to pay for everything we have done to them in the past and have sided with the light side, thinking that when they win they can make laws to get us exterminated because we are vile and nasty little things. The dark side has always wanted us to join them in the first war. In fact, a few even joined with the damn dark lord. It was never just humans, Will, it has always involved us but now it is time we take control, time we come to the front like we used to."
"Ya never usually care about the Vampires even when they renamed you Chaos, so why do you care now?"
"Why? I get power, that's why. That boy is the answer to the end of the war. We train him to become dark, he'll kill the dark lord and we take control."
"He could die at the end."
"Well yes but he's only a human," Chaos shrugged.
"He's only a boy." Seeing the other vampire shrug once more, Will tried one more time. "What if he survives, what then?"
"We make him one of us and he'll be my little toy for the rest of eternity. He's easy on the eyes so it shan't be too hard."
"He's only a child."
"He's never been a child! Just like you and me have never been children. We
weren't children when we were thrown out on the streets, we weren't children when we had sex with our first client, we weren't children when we first tried drugs and we weren't children when we were turned. He's never been a child!"
"He may never be a child but he is pure. He's innocent."
"Yeah as pure as I am. Darkness taints his soul and we are going to manipulate that. We are going to make it so his whole soul is dark and then we'll send him to kill Voldemort."
"He will never agree."
"Oh yes but he shall. You see we learned his little weakness that those disgusting humans think was his strength." If it was possible, Will went even whiter at the thought of it.
"So you understand then do you? We'll exploit his loving nature," with the cool almost detached tone that Chaos used it made Will chilled to the bone.
"How? He'll know it's you who kidnapped him. He will never love a vampire!"
"Oh he doesn't think it's me. I used a glamour so I looked partly like you. He found me slightly familiar and if he's near you he'll just think it's you who did all this.
When he feels betrayed I shall come to the rescue. I'll make him feel that I love him, that I'll protect him and as soon as he's in my grasp we'll make him dark, we'll make him win."
"He's just a thing to you, isn't he?"
"Of course he is. He'll be mine and nobody not even the elder will go against me. If I must keep him company, if I must act nice, then so be it."
"Why are ya like this? Ya never used to be Andrew." Using Chaos' past name was a desperate ploy by Will. He was hoping that the memories from their time as humans might just give him some compassion.
"Do not call me by that name! I am not Andrew. I am Chaos. Do remember that I can kill you easily. How is your leg now, little brother?" Chaos asked, a cruel sneer playing at his lips.
Will nervously swallowed as he took a nervous step back. The demon in front of him was his brother no more. There was cruelness in him that he had never seen before. Yes, Chaos had had a slightly sadistic streak as a child but that was due to the abuse he had taken to protect his younger brother, to protect him. He allowed their father to beat him, to rape him, to torture him by vast amounts just so he didn't go towards Will but even when they were on the streets Chaos had never laid a finger on Will. He always tried to protect him yet that all changed as soon as they were made into vampires.
When he had been turned, Will had felt a slight darkness resting on his heart but he still felt emotion, he still cared about people but with his brother it had changed all of it. His sadistic streak had become cruel to unseen proportions. The first thing he had done when he was turned was to go to their father and do everything to him that was done to them. When Will had tried to stop them, when he had failed and alerted a wizard to what Chaos was doing and told the wizard how to get him to stop Chaos had turned in a fury and that cruel glint in his eyes the blood smeared around his lips had caused Will to revalue his relationship with his brother. He had been sad, he had wanted to cry but he knew that he could not be around this monster. So with a heavy heart, he had left him.
Months had passed yet Will was constantly looking over his shoulder even if he had found their mother who had run away many years ago. His brother soon found him though with a whole new look and new attitude. Wearing clothing that they had worn as rent boys, as if it was the most comfortable thing in the world, with his dark brown hair which had once been long, cut short to hang in his eyes, with his normally smiling, slightly chubby face, which had changed to have sharp cheekbones and a large smirk that showed off his large curved fangs Will had realised this was no longer his brother.
He had tried to fight as he was taken away from where he was staying. He had tried to fight as his brother beat him over and over again but he soon lost the will when he saw his brother standing over him a pair of hedge clippers in his hand.
"It is death to those that tell the humans how to harm us but as my brother I'm giving you a chance but you must be taught a lesson. Father always taught us that," his brother had said before he had started to cut the tendons away in his legs.
Vampires had remarkable healing qualities but even that was limited. His leg healed enough for him to be able to walk but it didn't heal enough for him to walk normally with no pain. He would forever be with a limp and the pain that accompanied the leg.
"I see that you remember," his brother's voice cut through his thoughts.
"You are not my brother, Chaos. My brother is Andrew."
"It seems you are confused. We shared the same blood in more ways then one. You are my brother just like I am yours but we do not have time for that. Stay out of our way and there's no need for your dear mother to become worried. See you around," Chaos said and before Will could do anything to stop him he had disappeared.
Looking around the room he noticed the trunk was missing, as was everyone else all except for a small boy who was lying dead on the floor. Seeing his mangled body and the pain etched on his face like a statue, Will fell to the floor his head bowed. Shame flooded through him like a broken dam. His own brother had done this and he could do nothing to stop him. People were dead and were going to die because of his brother's perversion. Feeling tears fall from his eyes he tried to stop it. He would not cry. He was a man for Pete's sake he couldn't cry, it was not allowed. Staying there though his eyes closed, he never noticed the green flash in the sky nor the red sparks from a wand. He didn't care, his brother wouldn't stop.
"We did it! It was too easy!"
"Of course we did it. We had the Chaos leading us!"
"We are going to win this war!"
These and many more similar statements bombarded Chaos as he reappeared in the underground cavern that was used as the main dining room. They could not live on the surface because the humans would find them and it would be too conspicuous so they used underground caverns and tunnels for their hideout but they would soon be coming to the surface. Chaos was sure of it.
"Chaos, my dear child, come to me now, show me the boy," a soft purring voice reached his ears and he almost whimpered. The power in that voice, the power that it commanded was something that Chaos wanted, what he needed. Taking the boy from the brute's arm, he walked through the large cavern ignoring the awe filled looks he was gaining. Seeing the elder sitting on a large throne, Chaos bent down and laid the boy on the floor at the man's feet.
Many humans had the thought that Vampires stayed young forever which wasn't true. They grew old just like a human although at a much slower rate. The elder before him was a true elder; he had once been Roman who had fought against the Iceni Tribe, before he was turned. He had been there for Christ's crucifixion. Yet now he sat in front of them his hair white, his face lined with many wrinkles, his eyes showing knowledge of things that none of them had ever seen. He was old and it was clear he would die in a matter of years. When he did die, Chaos would see to it that he became the leader. He deserved it.
"He is powerful. I can see why you chose him, my dear child. He will surely make it so we shall win. It has been so long since we have been in control. Train him, teach him, make him trust us and you shall be in line for the throne," the elder stated his voice haggard. Chaos nodded before picking the boy up once more and started to move through the tunnels.
Reaching a room at the end of a deserted corridor, Chaos placed his hand over the handle, which looked like a wolf and smiled as he felt it bite into his hand. Only he could open this door, or any who shared the same blood as him. Walking into the room, which was slightly bare, he laid the boy down on the bed softly. He did not want to harm him. If he did all of his planning would be for nothing and he couldn't allow that. This boy had to start to love him. It was needed.
Sitting down by his desk, he pulled open the right drawer and stared at the pack of cigarettes that were lying there innocently. He did not need to smoke. He knew it had no effect on his mind or calming him down like it would if he was human but it was a habit that he could not stop. It was like biting one's nails. You did not need to bite your nails but you did anyway. It was something you just couldn't stop. That was how he was with his cigarettes. He had been smoking them since he had first turned to the streets. It was either that or drugs and at first he only wanted cigarettes. Being on drugs would make it easier for others to hurt his brother and he would not allow that to happen.
Yet like all things this soon changed. He started to sleep with clients to get money for him and his brother to eat but he had felt so disgusted with himself when someone had offered him something to help him feel better he had jumped at the chance. That was the first time he stuck a needle in his arm, the first time his head had felt like it was in the clouds, the first time he had laughed for the sake of it out of true amusement. It was the first time he had felt human.
Many times he had tied a belt around his arm, stuck the needle into his arm and felt the familiar high. Many times when he had come down from his high he had found himself in another bed with another faceless person before lifting himself from the bed, cleaning him off and then walking back to the small run down apartment he and his brother shared whilst putting down the wad of notes he would have earned. He had tried to stop many times, even being sent to rehab because his brother had wanted him to but the problem was that he could not stop. Drugs were like that. He could not stop by being forced because it was mental and he had not wanted to come down from his mental high. However as soon as he was turned, he had stopped. There was no need for him to get high anymore. Blood did the same thing for him.
That didn't mean he didn't have the scars in his arms from the time he had stuck a needle in his vein. They were quite ghastly to look at but he would not change it for the world. It was him; it showed his past and everything he had been through. It showed him that he was strong, stronger then everybody else. They were like a medal to him.
Grabbing his cigarettes he lit one up and took a deep drag, smiling slightly as memories passed through his mind's eye. It was as if he was back in those very memories and some of them were pretty nice. Putting his feet up on the desk he looked at the wall in front of him which was a large painted mural that Will had once drawn when they had lived back in that rat infested flat.
He didn't keep it because of some sappy love feelings. He kept it to show the betrayal his brother had shown him, the betrayal he had shown the vampire community. It fuelled his anger and showed him that he could not trust anybody including those that shared the same blood as him.
Hearing a deep groan, Chaos sighed, it was time for him to start the show. Smirking to himself, he put the cigarette in the ashtray and walked towards the bed. Looking at the boy, Chaos smiled. He really was a pretty thing and having him on his arm would make Chaos even more important. All would want the pretty little thing and with Chaos having him would make others jealous. This would be deeply beneficial to him.
"Ssh, it's ok. I'm here, it's safe to wake up now," he said softly stroking through the boy's hair, noting how he seemed to flinch. He was just glad that he changed how he had looked and put a spell on his voice so it was more like Will's.
"Where am I? What happened?" the boy asked as he sat bolt upright.
"Calm down. You are safe. We found you as the rouge vampire was trying to take you away. I stopped him and brought you here," Chaos said softly putting a soft smile on his face. No matter how disgusted he was with himself for acting like this he understood the necessity of it.
"Who are you?" the boy asked softly his eyes narrowing as he tried to focus.
"My name is… Andrew," Chaos replied after a moment to think. He had made a fatal mistake. He had told the boy his human name. No vampire that lived with the elder and under his rules, went by their human names, it was deemed an insult to the elder. He named all of his children just like any parent would by how they acted. The elder had always said that Chaos had caused just that when his name was made because of his younger brother and so the name had stuck.
At first he had snorted at the name, saying he would stick with his original but as he continued to fight, to kill, he realised he did cause chaos and he revelled in it. He accepted his name but nothing else. This was the first time he had ever done something the elder had ordered him to but only because he got something out of it.
"How do I know you won't hurt me?"
"If I was going to hurt you then wouldn't I have hurt you whilst you were unconscious?" He replied, making sure his accent was like any southern male. If he allowed the northern lilt to come back to his voice then it was possible the boy would make the connection between him and Will as well as him and the vampire that took them.
"I suppose you're right," the boy murmured looking down at bed and Chaos mentally groaned. This boy was too innocent, too trusting. He would change that. It would only get them killed and Chaos would not die, he would not allow it.