Corpse Anachia
"The Act of Seeing Things the Way They Really Are"
By Raditus
Summary: This is a Harry Potter Crossover. There are other things scarier than Lord Voldermort. What happens when two people, one of which is the real Alastor Moody is thrust into the darkness of these beings? Meanwhile, a hunter is assigned a mission to purge a secret school. But why is this mission harder than the rest?
Rating: M
Part 1: In which a soul is damaged
The hunter landed gracefully onto the rain soaked concrete and lifted their head and acted like it was sniffing the air for its prey. Of course, this was an illusion; the hunter did not need to smell for them. They could feel their sickening presences around the area!
Hell, it's been known to happen, the hunter thought as they took sight of someone slowly walking in the night, in the street, all alone! The hunter dubbed them from a phrase that kept popping into their heads each time they had an encounter with one, Corpse Anachia: which they self translated to be illusion. There was another name, their true name that the hunter knew along time ago, and then forgot due to a nasty trick played by an Anach! This name was known to throw whole colonies into tizzies that a mere, or maybe a not so mere-Human would know where they'd originated from. Knowing too much is the excuse they used with the hunter. The Anachs's main goal was to harvest energy, Human mostly, and return to the colony. They needed it. They survived like this. Like a perverted ant colony, minus the conventional queen. They very oldest of the colony didn't rule the colony, they were the colony! The Anachs were energy-like beings, the oldest links onto each other, them being so old that they needed supports. An astral travel to one of the colonies would result in the linked, ancient energies and being a sort of huge stone construct, a wasp's nest made of stone. Then of course the traveler has to leave the area as random, younger Anachs are known to return from their gather to unload energy to the colony. And every good hunter knows that when you attack one, several will show up as they are all connected energetically. Any Human who had the misfortune of even talking to one had the Anach instantly know his or her name. It was an energetically connection. A type of connection that if not dealt with accordingly, would be a problem.
Anachs, by the hunter's views, were the most disgusting type of creature ever to walk the face of every planet, across every star. But there they were, like Cockroaches; where every man was, there was at least one colony of Anachs! Whole colonies were hard to shatter, but it could be done. As a matter of fact, by a pure stroke of luck on one trip, the hunter DID manage to shatter a colony. That hasn't really helped, as they got word a month later that in that reality, some lone pieces manages to make a new a colony!
The hunter snorted as they walked down the night-time street. They cared not which location they were in. They seldom cared anymore. An extermination mission is still an extermination mission, they thought as they walked slowly down the street. The sudden thoughts that made them stop in there tracks made them realize they were sapped. They used to play a lot of World of Warcraft and got the term for another one of their tricks. In this game, anyone who played a rogue class used the ability called Sap. Well whenever an Anach is in an area with a Human, the Human experiences disorientation and thoughts flood their mind. Almost all the thoughts would be past transgressions, regrets. They are dazed by this onslaught and the Anach has more than enough time to descend upon their prey. The hunter should know this all too well, they were even a victim of this trickery!
"Come here," The voice both rang out in the air of the location and in the hunter's head. The hunter stopped walking completely. They sighed and slipped on their sunglasses. I wanted a fight, right? They thought as they whirled around sharply, making there long black leather trench coat whip out. A man's figure stood off behind them at a distance. The hunter grimaced; they were tailed and didn't even know it! "I said, come here," The Anachs's speech went on. The Hunter came and stood a few feet away from him.
'What do you want?" The Hunter asked. In their form, they talked just like the Anachs; it couldn't be helped. But they went as far as to move their mind lips to make it appear to physical people around them that they were not unusual
"What is a beautiful creature like you doing out here, alone?" the man asked. In physical Humans, that would amount to an attempted sexual pick up line, but in the Anachs, alone only translated to one thing: Unconnected and not apart of the Colony. After seeing how they made a Human into one of their own, the Hunter vowed never to connect to them!
"What's it to you? Why would I even bother to fall for a pick-up line, made by a stinking," The Hunter spat the dirty word out, "Anach?"
The man laughed, his laughter sounding like dry, dead leaves being blown about in the Hunter's mind. "I like you, and it's a good thing because I own you."
Major sigh.
"Yeah, and if I fell for that from your kind each time; I'd have dozens of rug-rats by now." Hunter taunted, "No originality," She added in dry tones.
The man hissed and yelled opening his mouth really wide. His mouth seemed like a cavern and his lower face turned rotted. All an illusion they do to invoke fear. More emotion a Human was feeling meant more energy for the Anach!
"As if," Hunter coldly stated before backhanding the still yelling man. The man stopped yelling and his face went back to 'normal' from the shock at a human daring to hit him!
"I want you, you are mine!" The man whispered to Hunter. He grabbed their right upper-arm and pulled them to him. "You are so insolent, I will have to Mark you!"
Hunter paled and tried squirming away from the Anach! "You know what a Marking entails, don't you, Caroline?" The Anach rose his right hand up and Hunter gaped in fear! She only witnessed a Marking on another person. By sight, the method resembled a Wraith hand-feeding on Stargate Atlantis. But that's were the resemblance ends. Instead of taking energy out, the Anach put a bit of its energy into a Human. It opens a sort of tracking thing so that the Anach could later track down and attack its potential meal or convert later! The man's hand pelted Caroline in the chest, exactly like a Wraith. She felt tiny, pulse on energy coming from his palm into her heart chakra. Within a few seconds, the man pulled away!
"You can run, but I'll always find you! I own you!"
Caroline opened her physical eyes and sat her physical body up in the bed she was laying down on.