AN: I don't own BtVS or HP.
The moment Harry woke up, he sighed and sat up, glancing out of the cell door. All he remembered was the shock of electricity sliding its way into his body, electric shocks vibrating through his wings and tipping him down to the ground. And that should have been impossible, what with his wings actually not being physically on his back. He yawned and stretched a little as he stood up, walking over to the cell door and pressing his hand against it only to get shocked again.
He stiffened as electricity once again shot through him and stepped back, taking a breath as the shock passed through him. Harry grimaced and took a look outside, into the hallway, his eyes widening at the sight in front of him. He could feel demons and vampires all around him, feel their darkness radiating around him. And their fear. Harry's eyes narrowed and he started as a portion of the ceiling opened up.
The cell across from him did the same thing, opening up to drop a packet of blood to the waiting vampire. Harry raised an eyebrow as a packet of water was dropped to him, his eyes straying to the vampire across from him. The guy had on a black, leather duster, a red thin vest lining it and then a black shirt underneath it all, as well as bleach blonde hair. Bright blue eyes within sunken cheeks peered down at the blood, perplexed.
Harry glanced at the bag of water on his cell floor and then to the pristine white hallway in front of the cell. The words of the vampire's cell mate made up his mind and he swore under his breath. Being detained in a laboratory was a new thing for him but he did wonder what it said about this world that there was such a thing designed to keep and hold vampires. Vampires… demons and whatever else he was sensing.
"Don't drink the blood! Only I saw my cell mate drink their bag and then they were taken away immediately after! It's drugged!"
The blond vampire froze and turned to face the front of the cell, meeting Harry's eyes. Harry took in the sight of the other vampire's demonic face and the blond's normal, human face, and raised an eyebrow. Seeing other kinds of demons was normal for him now, he supposed, but he hadn't seen this kind of vampire before. Vampires could clearly hide their demonic side, probably much to their benefit.
If Harry had come across the blond vampire in an alleyway and if he had just been a normal human, he probably would have gone up to the man. Hot and mysterious and Harry stared at him, his eyes narrowing. His heart beat loudly in his chest as he licked his lips before peering around the cell door, or as much as he could.
"The Slayer! She did this! I know it!"
"The Slayer?" Harry echoed, raising his voice a little bit. His magic was still accessible and he closed his eyes briefly, reaching out with his power. Everything seemed to be working okay so whoever had done this… probably didn't know who he was. And he couldn't sense any humans in the cells around him.
"Yep! Source of all my problems," the vampire exclaimed, his blue eyes narrowing. "Fuckers are going to get all their heads on spikes the minute these doors are open."
"That's rather graphic," Harry muttered, shaking his head in faint amusement as he sat down to wait. He definitely could get out of here anytime he wanted, could slip through shadow and out into the new world around him but… His curiosity got the better of him as he watched as the blond vampire began to pace.
"Yeah? It's what they deserve! Fucking Slayer. She's been after me for ages. Time to end her existence."
"With railroad spikes? Who does that?"
The blond vampire turned around and looked at him, his blue eyes narrowing and flickering with yellow. Harry felt the twitch in the magic, the power, around the man across the aisle in front of him, felt the darkness rise. And the man's face changed as he bared his fangs and smirked at Harry, face growing angular and bumpy. Demonic.
"I do, mate. Spike, at your bloody service."
"Spike, huh?" Harry grinned and rolled his eyes. "So...vampire. This isn't normal, I take it?"
"Of course I'm a vampire, you twit. How do you not know that? Who the fuck are you?"
"Harry."
Spike stared at him, his yellow eyes flickering in confusion. "Never heard of you."
"I'd think not. Only just got here."
Spike continued to stare at him and Harry winked at him.
"Chose a right foul time to just get here," Spike retorted, rolling his eyes as his face melted back to human in appearance. "Need to figure out how to get out of here."
"This isn't normal then."
"Of course this isn't normal, pet. What part of 'need to figure out' do you not understand?" Spike questioned, glancing down to the blood packet on the floor.
"I'll help!" The vampire in the cell on Spike's other side exclaimed eagerly. "The Slayer won't mess with us if we work together!"
Spike rolled his eyes again and seemed to suck in a deep breath, the first time that Harry had seen him breathe since he had woken up. Harry followed Spike's gaze and then watched as the man glanced up to the ceiling idly, thinking through the situation.
"Oi, you sitting down on the job?" Spike questioned, turning to meet his eyes and bringing the packet of blood up to his mouth, baring his fangs.
Harry snorted and stood up, seeing the intent in Spike's blue eyes. He quickly flicked his eyes to the packet and then back up, raising an eyebrow. He idly extended his own power, drawing on what made him… unkillable and able to sense vampires and demons. Able to slip through shadows and travel. He lightly brushed up against Spike's mind and saw the vampire freeze, his blue eyes widening.
That's not enough to knock you out? Think your answers or questions, Spike, and I'll be able to hear them.
Spike stared at him, his eyes narrowed, and Harry could feel practically the man's demon perk up. "What the fuck?"
"Are you a necromancer?"
"Yeah, sure, let's roll with that answer," Harry replied, shrugging.
Spike blinked and then shrugged before tearing into the packet, splattering blood everywhere. Harry sighed and watched as Spike drank a few gulpfuls and then threw the packet down to the floor, licking his bloody lips and fell down.
"Not one for thinking things through then," Harry muttered, smiling faintly and falling to the floor himself, pretending to pass out.
It wasn't long before men, human men and women, came through the white hallway, dressed in white scientist uniforms and outfits. There were two soldier boys who flanked them, batons and guns at their hips. They were dressed all out in camo, from top to bottom, and Harry's stomach flipped around as he watched them through low lidded eyes.
The doctors or scientists or whatever they called themselves wheeled a gurney over to Spike's cell and unlocked the cell. The soldier boys led the way in, batons still at their waists as they picked a seemingly unconscious Spike up. Harry could feel the moment that the vampire 'woke' up, as Spike moved quickly and efficiently, headbutting the soldier boy who had a hold of his upper chest.
Harry took that moment to stand up, stretching a little, and waved his hand towards his own cell door. It blew open in front of him, with the shards of glass turning immediately into drops of water. He stalked out even as Spike snapped one of the soldier boy's necks, the vampire's face demonic and lethal. Scary, to someone who wasn't him.
Spike growled and threw one of the scientists into the other, his yellow eyes flashing with rage. Harry tapped the other soldier boy on his back and watched as he keeled over, unconscious and out for the next few minutes. The last scientist had paled severely and was running for the door. Spike got there first and snarled, reaching for the man and snapping his neck.
"Come on! I can help!" The vampire in the next cell over called out, waving at them frantically even as Harry heard the far door open up. Spike raced for the coat pockets of one of the scientists to get the cell door and Harry peered at the multiple cells around them, seeing a couple of demons in them.
With a thought and the smallest amount of magic, he shorted out the cell doors and opened them. The demons perked up instantly and ran out, charging towards the soldier boys who had come out of the door at the end of the hallway.
Spike and the other vampire both stared at him before running over to his side. The demons followed, all crowding around them, and Harry sighed before taking off, heading straight for the soldiers, his lips twitching up into a faint smirk. The soldiers stood between them and the door, batons in their hands and rifles in a few and took aim at them.
"Uh, mate?" Spike muttered, game face still in place as he bared his teeth at the soldiers in front of them.
Harry tilted his head and then flicked his wrist, a specific incantation whispering through his mind. The batons and rifles in the soldiers hands seemed to twitch in place, changing instantly into red bricks. The soldiers all yelped, shuffling uneasily, their eyes widening. All of them dropped the bricks to the floor.
Spike snorted next to him and then charged, throwing himself into the crowd of soldiers. Harry did the same, knocking the men he met out with a well timed hex or two. He danced between the soldiers, protecting the weaker demons behind him, casting his last tripping hex and ending up on the other side, right next to the door.
"Follow me!" One of the vampires yelled, taking the lead and sliding out through the door.
"That was bloody brilliant," Spike murmured, leering at him before following the other guy.
"It was either bricks or flowers," Harry offered, raising his voice a little as they ran towards the exit. "Flowers would have been cliche, you know?"
Spike's lips twitched into an amused grin. "Could give a fella ideas."
"You're welcome," Harry said, returning Spike's grin with one of his own. They ran into two more soldiers on the way out and Spike growled, his yellow eyes narrowing, before he pushed the vampire that had been in the cell next to him right at the men. As distractions went, it was perfect but Harry noticed that Spike had not one hint of hesitation in his actions as they ran right past the soldiers. The three demons behind them followed suit, without even pausing to look at the vampire that had gotten sacrificed in their escape.
He felt the moment that the vampire met his true death, overheard the sound of the demon howling in anguish as it died.
They slipped out through a vent several minutes later and Harry peered out into the dark, night sky. The moon shone down on them and the stars seemed to wink at him, perhaps a little mockingly. The vent was surrounded by trees and he could see a few residential neighborhoods in the distance, perhaps a mile or two away. The demons and vampires behind them scattered, none of them sticking together.
Harry sighed and yawned a little, glancing to where Spike stood. The vampire stood next to him, almost uncharacteristically silent. His leather duster had drops of blood in it, soaking through the leather. It was torn in a few places and Harry's own clothes were torn, perhaps a little blood splattered too. Though… Harry's jeans and shirt were less torn than Spike's clothes were.
"Where are you off to then?" Harry asked, twitching as he felt a residual darkness coming up from the ground. It wasn't coming from the military base they had just come out of but something…
"Off to gut and roast the Slayer," Spike hissed, his demonic visage melting away to reveal his human mask again. "Perhaps even dance over her body. Never woulda thought that the Slayer would get government funding. Bloody hell!"
"Who or what is the Slayer?" Harry asked, taking a breath and rocking back on the heels of his feet. He glanced down at himself again and then wove his hand over a few of the tears, watched as the material knitted itself back together. He did the same for Spike's duster, flicking his fingers towards the man's clothes. Spike jumped a little and then glanced downward, his eyes widening as the leather crept back together.
"You'd think even a newbie would know who the Slayer is," Spike remarked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm new around here," Harry explained, gesturing all around him, hoping Spike would get it.
Spike blinked. "Here as… Sunnyhell? Or here as in…"
Harry snorted at Spike's nickname for the town but shook his head. At least, he hoped it was a nickname. Sunnyhell would have been a weird name for a city. "New to this world. This… dimension."
"That's why you smell off. Care to join me? Could use someone like you."
"I'm sure you could. And excuse me… 'I smell off'?" Harry echoed, dropping his hands into his pockets and feeling the elder wand thrum in his palm.
"You smell good, is all," Spike said, smirking at him. "Fancy a fuck sometime?"
"Possibly. Never fucked a vampire before."
Spike grinned. "Never fucked a necromancer."
"I'm not a necromancer," Harry replied, winking at him.
"Then what are you? Demons these days man, never with a straight answer," Spike offered, rolling his eyes. "Gonna go kill the Slayer."
"Priorities, huh?"
"Yep. Places to be, people to kill," Spike answered, smiling as he headed off.
"Never said I was a demon either!" Harry yelled back, knowing Spike could hear him.
"I never asked!" Spike retorted, flipping him the bird as he disappeared through the trees.
Harry laughed and reached into his pocket to pull out his miniaturized broomstick. He mounted it and took off into the air, flying up and above the tree line to take in the city around him. It wasn't a big city from what he could see, with only one big shopping mall, a high school and a college spread out throughout. He could see what appeared to be the downtown, a couple of local stores lining it. A magic store that was called the Magic Box… a coffee bar that spilled out onto the street with bar stools and a patio. A movie theater, just one, lay at the center of the downtown as he flew over it under the cover of darkness.
He kept on going, idly pondering the events of the last 24 hours even as he slowed down. Harry stopped several minutes ago as he picked up on several independent magical signatures, demonic in origin, over a bar. He spotted the name of the bar, Willie's, and slowly lowered down to the alley across from it to land. The help wanted sign drew his attention first and tucked his broom back into his pocket.
"You have experience?" Willy asked, his eyes narrowing.
Harry looked around the bar, focusing on the group of demons in the corner booth. "Yeah. I have experience. There was a young man who taught me… how to tend a bar. An Assassin. He died saving the world. Met him in the afterlife and well.. Good with mixing drinks and such."
"I don't want to know," Willy muttered, shaking his head. "And you're alright with serving drinks to the undead, to demons?"
"I'm not human," Harry offered, shrugging. "And as to the undead… I just met Spike a half hour ago so… I'm good."
"Spike?! Yeah, that vampire and me… we're good buddies," Willy said, laughing nervously, his eyes going wide. "Okay, you're hired."
AN: There's a gratuitous reference to Assassin's Creed in this first chapter but uh... this doesn't take place in that 'verse. I just thought it was a fun idea.
