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Threes a Crowd

"Ignorant dumb ass!" Desiray snarled quietly, dropping a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table of some bar. It showed a moving picture of a disturbingly familiar girl being comforted by none other than the ever popular Harry Potter. Scrawled across the top were the words, "Boy-Who-Lived best friend attacked by Dark Creature" in bold black letters.

Damon examined the picture with a pout, "Aw were back to the 'Dark Creatures' tag. I thought we were over that some eons ago."

The woman could have growled at her brother's idiocy, but decided to clench her teeth instead. Her voice came out strained as she resisted the urge, "The picture Damon. Look at the damn picture!"

"Ooooh, it's that virgin I tried to drain earlier! She must go to that school. Think I could pay her a visit, sis? I think she'd be worth the trouble." He said with a lopsided grin.

Annoyed, Desiray leaned in close, motioning for her brother to do the same. He did as was told and was rewarded with a hard slap on the head. He jolted back with a yelp and rubbed at his temple with a hurt look in his eye.

"Moron!" Desiray hissed, "Do you have any common sense in that head of yours? And keep your voice down, were in public."

Indeed they were. The three broomsticks was not an overly crowded place but it did have people loitering about, including two men who occasionally glanced in their direction. Maybe the wizards caught some of the subtle signs of them being vampires…well perhaps not very subtle since Damon had recently finished devouring his 5th blood pop…fat ass… Either way Desiray still sent a quick glare in their direction, and resisted the urge to bare her teeth.

She was so irritated…

"You sure have been moody lately Des, thirsty much?" Damon scoffed, toying with her pet name.

She crossed her arms and glared, "Don't try to make this about me Damon. Any last words brother? I think it's safe to say fathers going to kill you for this."

"You mean kill us."

"What do you mean us? I didn't do anything."

Damon grinned mockingly, "Exactly. You didn't do anything. You let your dangerously insane brother stalk a poor defenseless girl as you watched from you're perch."

A pause…

"I hate you Damon." Desiray murmured, but her narrowed eyes sparked with dark amusement.

The vampire just shrugged and downed a shot of Quintin Black in one quick move, just like he had with the other 6 glasses from earlier; he flinched at the burn moving down his throat before that annoying grin was back. Desiray only took a quick sip from her 3rd glass, enjoying the taste instead of trying to get shit faced like her brother.

"You drink too much." The woman commented over her glass.

"And you don't drink enough my dearest sister." He replied cheerfully, the look in his eye revealing an alternative meaning in his words, "So, does this change of subject mean you're not mad at me anymore?"

"I was mad at you?"

Damon's grin returned tenfold, his pearly whites showing a bit too much for it not to make her feel slightly uncomfortable, "Of course not! To be mad at me is to be mad at yourself, we are twins after all, two sides of the same coin! That's a good thing 'cause I'm sure if you were anyone else you would surely kill me if you noticed I had this."

Desiray watched with a curiosity that quickly turned into anger as her twins hand moved to reveal a black Celtic cross. It spun slowly on its chain, throwing glimpses of light into her eyes and onto the vile of dark red liquid that settled in the middle of it. She made a grab for it, but Damon had expected the motion and quickly snagged the chain back.

"Say please." He mocked with a laugh.

The already dark glare on Desiray's face deepened and a low growl escaped her lips, "Do you really want to play this game, brother?"

The maniac nodded enthusiastically, still laughing before darting toward the door with the woman hot on his trail. The scene caught the attention of most of the people in the bar whose curious eyes followed them out. When Desiray's sight fully adjusted to the dark outdoor atmosphere she was half surprised to see her brother standing quite still not too far away and fully horrified at who was standing in front of him.

Ramiel, also known as Ray, was not someone you wanted to displease, though his overall personality was normally sarcastic and somewhat facetious, he put all that behind him when angered or on a mission. Though this man's slowly greying hair and sharp features showed him to look near his late thirties, he was well over a couple hundred years old…and he was tall. Every vertical inch of Ramiel was made of some type of muscle that fit comfortably under a brown dress shirt and black denim jeans. He easily towered over Damon by more than a few inches, which was crazy because her brother was pushing 6'4".

Ray ran a hand threw his short tresses before letting his grey eyes portray exactly how irritated he was at the moment. Desiray took the opportunity to snatch back her cross and place it back around her neck, letting out a breath as the cold metal settled on her chest and spread a sense of calm.

…A sense of calm that was instantly replaced by childish fear when she looked into the eyes of her father and more importantly, the 'King' of the revered Vampire clan known as 'Protos Asulon', or First Sanctuary if you're not Greek.

"I can't leave you two for a moment without some manner of progress being destroyed, can I?" The man groaned.

Desiray frowned, "I suppose this means you've seen the paper then?"

"No, worse, Jericho decided to pay me a visit."

Jericho…

That name always seemed to find its way back to her….

Jericho was a rather talented human with absolutely no magical capabilities what so ever, though Desiray thought his abilities should be considered their own class of magic. He was not a monster or vampire hunter, he was simply the fun police. If you had too much fun he came to shut you down permanently and effectively, as did many of his ancestors before him. The twins were naturally mischievous and destructive beings so, needless to say, they had a rather extensive history with the man, Desiray more so since she was prone to…incidents.

"Aww, too bad I missed his visit. I like Jericho." Damon sighed dramatically.

Desiray scoffed, and rolled her eyes, "Yeah, you would like the man who tries to kill me on a daily basis."

"Sister, everyone tries to kill you. If I didn't want to hurt your feelings I wouldn't have any friends."

"And by 'friends' you mean play things."

He shrugged.

"Whore."

"Ass."

"Dick."

"Cunt."

"Children! Please…shut the hell up. You're driving me crazier by the second." Ramiel moaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve some tension. "I've come on business and there isn't any time for this foolishness. You know of the Order right? Yes? Good." He said in a rush without waiting on an answer, "Well you're getting a spot in the Order, wither you like it or not, and you're going to find a way to contribute to the Light, even if you don't care about it. Why? Because you two obviously can't be left unsupervised for an extended amount of time."

The twins whined a high pitched "What?" in unison, their shoulders slumping childishly as they imagined all the torment they were obviously going to have to go through.

"Come on, don't be such a fun sucker." Damon complained in a heavy voice, "Just…sucking the fun out of everything…like an anti-fun vampire."

Desiray sighed, "Father, there must be some-"

"No." Ramiel said firmly, shaking his head, "This is non-negotiable and I admit I maybe be using you two for strategic purpose…like chess. Don't you like chess?"

"Hell no." Damon grumbled while his twin murmured, "Now I don't."

"Really? Oh, well that's too bad." Their father said with a shrug, "I'm still working out what's going to happen with you Damion, but I'll have your occupation before the week is over. As for you, Desiray, I'm thinking Hogwarts will be a decent place to keep you out of trouble."

Desiray gave the man a suspicious look, "You're kidding right? Because if you're suggesting what I think you are then obviously you've gone batty and should just give me the throne before you're senile tenancies cause unnecessary chaos."

Ramiel's lips twitched in amusement despite himself, "Relax, I've still got a few of my marble's left; besides, I do recall you enjoying Albus Dumbledore's presence when he came to visit some time ago. I thought a place that he had control over would be amusing to you."

"Oh, that crazy old coot?" Damon huffed, "I don't even seen how he got all those titles or how he became Headmaster of some school. He can't even put up a solid conversation half the time."

Desiray scoffed, "Half the time I don't understand what the hell you're talking about either, brother."

"What, the fuck, ever. At least I can prove my strength."

"Bullshit." The woman challenged, causing her twin glare.

Ramiel sighed and ran a hand through his hair, swearing that each light strand was there because of his children, if he concentrated hard enough, he could feel a new one greying as the twins continued their bickering. They were rebellious, cruel, annoying little monsters that made a game out of testing his nerves, but they both had a part of their mothers heart in them that always shone during that one moment when he was seriously considering chaining them up in the basement for the next several hundred years just to get them out of his hair.

What was he going to do with these children?

…Get them the hell out of his house, that's what.