I get that we are not supposed to write fanfiction about the world created by Anne Rice, so instead I decided to borrow her solution that would allow Harry to feed off of humans and no longer feel guilty about it.
Also, I think it is time for Harry to have a glimpse of Felix.
Again, thanks for reading and enjoy!
Here is a disclaimer that unfortunately states that I do not own anything that I am writing about and am merely hoping to play in another author's sandbox for a short time and what follows is for entertainment purposes only.
Harry's first sexual encounter stayed with him for the next few weeks. While he didn't have any regrets about the act itself, he did wish that he had been able to resist his need for blood in that particular moment and not have taken the man's life.
There was something extremely morbid about the fact that he had lost his virginity to someone who he had killed only seconds later.
Though, that really wasn't something that he could really dwell upon since he knew that there was nothing that he could have done to stop it. His urge to feed at the time – like all of the others up until then – had been purely instinctual and had overridden any willpower that he otherwise possessed. It was only in the weeks that followed that he became better able to hold out against that mouthwatering scent that wafted off of humans until a time came that was more convenient for him to act on his urges.
Like he was building a tolerance that allowed his mind more and more control over his actions.
Not that he was able to completely forgo feeding off of humans entirely, but at least he was getting better at choosing whom his victims would be. Given that he was now rationally selecting who would live and who would die, he settled on drinking the blood of the evildoer; or an individual that Harry was able to convince himself was a nuisance to society and thus would not be missed.
He was doing the world a favor really.
It wasn't even hard for his advanced senses to pick them out of a crowd. His hearing was more than capable of finding those individuals that liked to both verbally and physically assault others within a city.
Furthermore, when in combination with his ridiculous sight and sense of smell, it was far too easy for him to sit upon the tall spires of the local churches and pick out the rest of those who were the worst that humanity had to offer.
This way, he was able to sate his lust for human blood while at the same time finally silencing that pesky little voice that had tried to make him feel guilty for killing all of those tasty and succulent humans. And with the continued absence of any remorse or regret at ending someone else's existence, Harry assumed that his conscience, or whatever had been trying to make him feel that way, was appeased and in support of what he was currently doing.
Which was a good thing considering that now Harry was able to more freely walk around the various Italian towns to sample the local delicacies as he made his way south and then east.
Of course, he still had to deal with the majority of the populace coming under the thrall of his, quite literally, sinfully good looks but that began to bother him less and less as he grew into his new body.
In fact, without the weight of being the Boy Who Lived on his shoulders he was finding that he was quite enjoying the attention that his looks demanded. It was freeing in a way, to know that he could now use the power given to him by others in his own way and not be forced to act according to someone else's expectations of what he should do.
Or how he should behave for the greater good nonsense that Dumbledore was always harping on.
He was in the driver's seat now.
As the days passed, he began to wholeheartedly agree that becoming a vampire had been a miraculous gift. While he may not have had any choice in becoming an immortal he certainly was putting in a maximum effort to ensure that he was able to enjoy every minute of his new and unending life.
It really helped to make up for that awfulness that was growing up at Number Four, Privet Drive.
Guys who Harry never would have approached, let alone allow himself to think about, were now slaves to his alluring charm and appearance. Whether he made his way to them or they were pulled in by his irresistibleness, he had a near limitless selection of men to choose from to satisfy his other, rising urges.
For the most part he could have anyone that he desired and as he developed more of a control over his need to feed, Harry was able to be more patient with his trysts and take the time needed to mature as a confident and experienced lover.
Not only did he now have a pretty good idea of what turned him on, he was also finding it increasingly more comfortable to be in his own skin. It was a night and day difference compared to the person that he had been at Hogwarts.
Simply put: Harry Potter was happy now in a way that he had never been before. And, quite frankly, never could have been had he remained in the wizarding world.
However, he began to start enjoying his new life so much that he started to not pay attention to everything that his supernatural instincts were telling him. And one day he found himself standing in the center of a beautiful coastal town staring at two other vampires in the distance.
At least they had to be given their lack of warmth and absence of a beating heart.
But that wasn't what had stopped Harry in his tracks. No matter how fuzzy and seemingly out-of-reach his human memories were becoming to him as time went on, he had not forgotten the beautiful and enchanting face of the vampire that had made him what he now was.
If possible, the face that Harry saw now was even more exquisite and handsome than he remembered it being as his human life had ended.
Harry was positive that if he could still breathe, his breath would have been caught in his throat.
But it wasn't and his nose continued to take in the scents of his surroundings and as he stood there, motionless, looking out at the two vampires who were fixated on him, he began to pick up that man's scent that tugged on whatever his heart had turned into.
In a matter of seconds Harry was positive that he had never wanted anything more in his life than he wanted to be closer to that beautiful man and his even more captivating scent.
Harry's angel of death had returned to him, and it was now Harry who was under the thrall of another. His own emerald eyes were locked with the man's ruby eyes, which clearly did not believe what they were seeing.
However, his feeling of bliss did not last.
For one, that pesky little voice that had tried to berate him for becoming a murderer was fighting even louder to be heard over suddenly being in the presence of the man who had changed his life without even asking for Harry's input.
Harry's inner voice was practically screaming at him to snap out of it since there was also another vampire to consider. Very quickly it had made Harry see that just because everything he could see and smell about the man was very appealing, it didn't mean that he should let that override his own safety.
In fact, it couldn't have come at a better time because just as the full use of his brain returned to him he caught sight of the other vampire approaching him at inhuman speeds from the side.
It was then that his self-preservation instincts kicked in and despite wanting to meet the man that had changed his world – who even now was still looking at him like he didn't trust his own eyes – he turned and he ran as fast as he could.
But the other vampire was able to keep up with his torrid pace. As he tried to will his feet to go even faster, his mind noted that all vampires must be as quick, and likely as strong, as he was. It wasn't a comforting thought and in the back of Harry's mind he knew that he wouldn't be able to outrun this other vampire who had begun to snarl at him.
It would only be a matter of time before he was caught and in that moment Harry knew he was in trouble, and for the first time in several weeks he desperately missed his magic.
Aro rested his ancient hands against the stone balcony that was atop the tallest tower of the Volturi's keep. His eyes, meanwhile, were focused on the mundane people passing through the streets below. Even though the city was not quite as old as he was it was still the place that he had chosen from which he ruled over those of his kind.
Of course, he also liked to think that he ruled over the earth; however, over the span of the tens of hundreds of years since he had been turned he knew that there were some things that were still a grave threat to the dominance and immortality of vampires.
Children of the Moon were the first that came to mind, for they were a natural enemy to vampires because they rivaled those like him with their speed and strength. Though, their numbers were even less than vampires and so he felt confident that they could be kept in check easily by sheer force.
However, and even before he had usurped control over all vampires from the Romanian Coven, he had spent his days gathering evidence against every possible threat that he could or would face in the years to come. Aro was the type of vampire that always liked to be prepared and so he never acted unless he was sure that it would benefit him in the long run.
Sometimes the things he needed to consider spanned many years or were seemingly far removed from the situation at hand; fortunately, he was a master strategist and quite capable of making plans within plans.
For him, it was the magically-inclined beings that consumed the majority of his thoughts, and had been one of the initial reasons why he had become so focused on acquiring vampires with even more otherworldly talents like himself. Aside from the use of Jane, Alec, and the rest of his guard in ensuring that no vampire or coven dared challenged his right to rule, Aro wanted to be prepared in case the wizarding world ever grew more interested in the immortal beings that existed alongside them.
While Aro was positive that vampires were much too quick to ever succumb to that green curse of death, he knew first-hand that their protective charms could keep vampires away from certain areas. And that was what frightened him since the whole of the earth could be warded against his kind if wizards felt so inclined.
How would vampires survive if they had nowhere to hunt? Without blood a vampire would eventually wither away into nothingness.
And there were far too many witches or wizards to try and extinguish in an all-out assault.
So he was more than content to let the thousands upon thousands of wizards continue to think that the vampires in their books were not as capable as they really were until such a time as he found a way to secretly move against them. Which was why Aro had made it sacrosanct for his kind to never reveal their true nature to humans and to also stay away from the other supernatural beings as much as possible.
For if humans knew that they existed and what they were capable of then so would the entire wizarding world if his intelligence of so called Muggleborns was to be believed.
And he was sure that it was.
In fact, preventing humans from cottoning onto vampires was the very reason as to why he had summoned Felix and Demetri to his personal quarters.
Over the past few weeks there had been a slew of suspicious murders along the Italian countryside that had found their way into the local papers, and Aro was keen to nip this problem – like so many before this - in the bud before it grew larger.
After all, discarded bodies that had been drained of blood did have a tendency to be noticed and the more that humans were left blithely unaware of the world around them the better.
"Ah, Gentlemen," Aro cooed once the two other vampires were inside.
Neither Felix nor Demetri visibly responded to the warm welcome; each had learned over their many centuries as enforcers in the Volturi's guard that one should never get too comfortable in Aro's presence.
"My lord," Felix intoned with a slight nod after they came to stand at the foot of the raised platform.
Aro had his back to them and continued to stare out from his perch that overlooked his beloved city.
"There has been a rash of suspicious killings along the western coast all the way down to Sicily. A newborn no doubt. Or a very stupid vampire who should know better than to behave so inappropriately, especially this close to where we are. In either case: deal with it."
Neither Felix nor Demetri needed further explanation; it went without saying that they were now charged with killing this reckless vampire – like they had with so many others. Unless of course whatever individual they found happened to be special or the situation unusual in some other way that Aro would have preferred the vampire in question to be brought back to him for assessment and final judgment.
"It will be done," Demetri promised.
No other words were needed and Felix and him left the chamber without Aro even having glanced at the pair.
From there, the two senior members of the guard left Voltera immediately.
Hunting a newborn in their backyard was hardly a challenge and each expected to return to the confines of the protective enclave later that evening or by early morning at the latest.
Therefore, it came as a bit of a surprise that they were still looking for this creature two days later.
Normally, the closer they got to their target the more that Demetri's gift would direct them to the final location. He had a penchant for being able to feel the essence of another vampire and use that to be able to track them if he ever came into close enough contact. This time, however, Demetri just wasn't picking anything up, but they were sure that this unknown vampire was near.
For with each town that they visited as they began to make their way east across the southern tip of Italy was the site of a recent killing in which the victim had been drained of blood. It didn't matter that the body had either been buried or dropped in the nearest body of water; their preternatural senses could smell the decomposition and lack of blood in each of the victim's veins.
Finally, by the end of the third day the complete and utter failure of his vampiric gift was starting to drive Demetri mad.
"I should have felt him by now!" Demetri cursed, kicking a rock so hard that it sailed many miles into the distance.
"It's curious," Felix responded with a wry grin.
"I forget; how many vampires have managed to escape you now?"
Demetri turned his crimson eyes towards his longtime friend and snarled.
Which only made Felix want to egg on his fellow guard member even more. He was quite enjoying watching Demetri struggle for the first time in hunting down someone who he had gone looking for.
"Maybe you are losing your talents," Felix mused devilishly.
Felix's red eyes sparkled with glee; this was without a doubt one of the more interesting turn of events to happen while hunting down a rogue vampire. Plus, after all those years of existing around vampires with very special gifts, it was quite satisfying in seeing one of them brought down a peg or two.
Even if it was his good friend.
Not having an extraordinary talent – aside from his strength – was something that Felix had always resented and why he had devoted himself to mastering what all vampires were blessed with. Time and time again he had proved himself in battle, and his pride in his average but superior abilities was one of the biggest reasons why he was enjoying this so much.
Demetri had clearly gotten too familiar and relied too heavily on his special advantage to bother worrying about perfecting what made a vampire a vampire.
Despite the many centuries in which he had had available to him.
But Felix wasn't going to harp on this too much. Demetri was, after all, his closest friend and Aro was expecting results.
So he relented.
"Perhaps this newborn has a gift, Demetri. One that acts as a shield to whatever it is that you use to track?"
Some of the rage in Demetri's eyes departed with that comment; but even though it made him feel better that there was a reason for why this was taking so long, he didn't like the fact that someone out there was beyond his reach.
"That would seem the most logical explanation," he bit out in a more controlled snarl.
"Still, in all my years this would be the first person who has managed to thwart me and my abilities and I do not like that at all."
"Well, I still think that we are closing in on whoever this is," Felix commented as they continued to race through the woods at a comfortable but still superhumanly fast pace.
""It feels like every town we go to this thing has just left. It never feels any different. How can you be so sure that we are making any progress?"
The comment only exemplified Demetri's reliance on his tracking and not on his smell. But still, Felix thought it was quite evident that the smells coming from the recent decomposing corpses had been getting softer and more muted.
Knowing that these bodies had not been dead as long was something that Demetri should have been able to pick up on.
"Just a feeling," Felix decided to say instead.
He might as well make the most of a leveled playing field and enjoy the fact that he would be the one to find their target for once.
The two vampires continued to move east, stopping briefly at each small village that they passed.
Demetri resigned himself to follow Felix's lead and a few hours later they arrived in Bari. It was quite the opposite of a small village, and the bustling seaport housed many tens if not hundreds of thousands of people. Still, it was all too easy for Felix to taste their target on his tongue. It was familiar for some reason, and his first thought was of that recent singer that he had killed; though, Felix was sure that that was because that enchanting boy had been on his mind ever since that night.
So Felix shook his head of that thought, but still the scent lingered. However, it wasn't exactly the same as he remembered and so he told himself that it was because of something else. After all, not even the exquisite memory of a vampire could remember each and every nuance to every smell that they had ever come across. After a while, some of them did sort of blend together.
Déjà vu was common for a vampire the longer that they lived.
Naturally, Felix pushed that out of his mind again and turned to his companion.
"Come, Demetri; our target is close."
"Finally! I want to go home."
"Yes and then we can explain to Aro why it took …"
The words died on his tongue as he caught sight of someone that couldn't possibly exist. This had to be an apparition, no, a figment of his imagination because he had just been thinking about it.
That was the only logical explanation for why that singer was apparently standing across from him on the other side of the town square.
Seeing the young man across from him, so perfect in every way, was a shock to his very core. The only thing that his brain could even focus on was that there was no way that this could be possible.
Maybe he had had a twin?
This boy was the most beautiful thing that his eyes had ever laid sight upon, and Felix was convinced that this was a cruel dream; his punishment for having taken something so perfect from the world.
For not a second had gone by since Felix had taken the last drop of that exquisite mortal's blood that he didn't relive the smell or the taste, or those green eyes that had peacefully accepted death's kiss. Everything about that moment had been perfect, except for the fact that Felix had not given the boy an immortal life.
Especially one that could have been shared with him.
It was a mistake that Felix had already been prepared to carry with him for eternity, but given that he now looked upon the one thing that he wanted most it was almost too much for his soul to take.
It didn't matter that his other senses were telling him that this was in fact real, for in this moment he was convinced that The Powers That Be were recreating the enchanting scent of his singer and tormenting him with it.
However, as he continued to stare at his heart's greatest desire, the disbelief that had clouded his judgment began to lift little by little. His eyes focused on more of that perfect beauty and now saw the obvious traces of immortality that danced along his skin.
And then suddenly, it clicked that this was the newborn vampire that they had been searching for.
Which meant that somehow, his wishes had been answered.
Someway, his singer had returned to him.
Curious to see what had stopped his fellow Volturi member in mid-speech, Demetri glanced over across the town square and quickly saw the handsome vampire that had commanded Felix's complete and utter attention. It was clear that this other vampire was a newborn for he had not yet spotted Felix or himself, and judging by the look in his eyes it was likely that their target was selecting his next victim to hunt.
Which would have been impressive considering newborns were supposed to be slaves to their hunger and incapable of such a feat, but Demetri was far more interested in how taken aback Felix was by this unexpected encounter. In all of the centuries that he had known him, he had never seen Felix this unsettled.
The normally composed, Enforcer – as Aro liked to call him since Felix was responsible for carrying out the majority of the death sentences – was obviously at a loss as to why this particular newborn existed.
And if Demetri had to guess it was because Felix had had some prior interaction with this creature. Of course, discovering just what sort of interaction would have to wait until later for just then the newborn finally realized that he wasn't the only vampire present.
Immediately, Demetri found himself staring into a pair of mysterious green eyes and using his reflexes trained from a thousand hunts prepared his body to be ready to react at a moment's notice. Newborns were supposed to be predictable creatures and so Demetri was further surprised to see that the younger vampire seemed to be in very good control over his actions and had not yet fled or signaled that he was preparing to fight.
Again, however, that thought was second to the more interesting observation that this newborn had never seemed to really consider him at all. It was almost comical as to how the other two immortal beings only had eyes for each other, and it further convinced Demetri that Felix and this newborn had interacted at some point in the past.
So he decided to indulge his curiosity and think about that more given that neither vampire seemed to be going to move anytime soon.
Of course, that just made things more peculiar since Demetri had never known Felix to let one of the humans he bedded live, and he certainly knew that Felix would never have been so monumentally stupid as to turn someone without Aro's expressed consent.
Thinking about Aro helped to refocus Demetri on the reason that they were there and while the two vampires were still caught in each other's eyes he decided to make his move and capture the newborn for further questioning.
Knowing that the newborn would be stronger than him, he relied on his experience with them in the past. Except that while he was running in a large arc to the left in order to approach the newborn from behind, he became aware that the newborn had snapped out of his trance and was looking straight at him.
Half a second later and the newborn had turned around and had begun to flee, making Felix smile because he truly did enjoy a hunt.
Harry was running faster than he had ever thought he could, but still that was not enough. His ears picked up on the sounds of the vampire that was gaining on him with every stride that he took.
When he had been a wizard he had never been particularly fond of the various kinds of magical travel. Traveling by Portkey or the floo had never been something that he really enjoyed doing but in this moment he gladly would have endured the instant nausea if it meant that he could escape.
Hell, he would have taken the Knight Bus if it could have gotten him to safety.
But what he really missed more than anything since this other vampire was only a few hundred meters behind him was the ability to fly on his broom. And even though it was no use for him to think about the broken fragments of his Firebolt that he had left at the site of his transformation, he couldn't stop his mind from wishing that he could simply fly away and no longer worry about being chased.
In fact as he continued to race through the trees, the way that his skin felt with the air moving over it only further made him long for his broom. Flying had been the first thing that Harry had ever done that had felt natural, and it had come to him as easily as breathing in and out. Just as he could feel himself giving into despair at being caught by this unknown foe – and Harry was sure that nothing good would come of it once it happened – he felt something stir deep within him.
A memory that he had all but forgotten about suddenly began to play in his mind and Harry remembered that indescribable sensation that coincided with the first time a broom had responded to his touch when Madam Hooch had given him his first flying lesson.
It had told him that he had the ability to fly, but seeing as how he had no broom and the other vampire was now only a few meters behind him he didn't know how that would help him in this moment.
However, Harry could just make out the edge of a cliff in the distance, and knew that he would either have to jump his way across or attempt another route.
With no better option in front of him at escaping, Harry decided to trust this new feeling that was very similar to what he had felt before taking flight for the first time.
Therefore Harry put everything that he had into his jump and focused on nothing else but that memory.
His feet left the ground and his body climbed higher and higher into the air, with Demetri right on his tail.
However, as soon as Harry was airborne he felt his body begin to change. It was so unusual that he momentarily forgot that he was being chased.
His insides began to shift – and in truth felt very uncomfortable. But the feeling passed almost as soon as it had begun, and for the second time in just a few short weeks Harry found himself dealing with another very big change.
For he had turned into a raven and the flapping of his wings enabled him to climb higher and higher into the sky.
Demetri, meanwhile, had gone from nearly reaching out for the newborn vampire's leg to being left reeling at the transformation that he had just witnessed.
As his target continued with his upward momentum, Demetri could feel gravity calling him back down to the earth.
Soon, the ground was beneath his feet again and he knew that there was nothing more that he could do.
For the first time he would fail to hunt down his target.
He could only stand there and watch as the black bird flew into the distance and eventually out of sight. For several minutes Demetri just stared off into the horizon, not really knowing how to process what he had just seen. Never in all his years could he even recall hearing about a vampire doing something so remarkable.
Eventually, his ears alerted him to Felix approaching from behind.
Demetri was still too shocked to say anything as Felix came to rest at his side.
One look at his fellow guard member was all he needed to know that Felix had also seen what he had seen and was even more dazed than he had been in the town square.
"Who was that?" Demetri asked when he found his voice.
"My singer," Felix whispered back.
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