chapter 2

He reached for the glass. Full of a wine, at least that's what it looked like. Blood. The life blood of almost everything. This was just taking it to a different measure.

"Harry. We have to leave."

"do you have to." his low, quiet pulled at her.

With a sob, she quickly gave him a hug before she ran to the door.

He whipped him self around only catching a last glimpse of her blond hair.

"FLEUR!"

She ran, knowing that having left like that would have stirred the need for a hunt. She wouldn't win. She couldn't win. His kind always found what they wanted. And she needed him to follow her.

He grasped his glass and downed it in one. Springing up, he pulled on his trench coat,

grabbed his axe and stalked out into the rain. The need stormed through him and he surrendered to his primal side.

In the south of France, the dark council stirred from the light. To long had they let the light reign without opposition. to long had they oppressed the dark. To long had there been civilisation without war.

Rain fell and jumped up again. He followed her scent knowing that she would try and hid from him.

He smirked and dashed in to the ally

" I'm coming for you my dear. And I'm hungry my dear."

She ran harder as she heard his shouts from behind her. Revealing her wand she cast behind her a weave that would slow him. She was tiring and he was getting stronger by the minute.

He ran getting even closer to his pray. her scent filled the air. She was tiring. So involved was he in her scent he never realised that he had stumbled into a trap. He flew into the wall pierced in several different places with a bone and rowan stakes.

"that little girl. She's really starting to piss me off."

With a scream he removed the holy torture devices and ran after the impudent girl .

She heard him and whimpered. She had hoped it would stop him. She should have known better. She gave a shout as she felt the wards.

"almost there. Almost done it."

She ran to the square and turned round to face her pursuer.

She had stopped. It was a disappointment and he meant to show her that. He stepped into the square and reappeared behind her.

"hello."

"hello. Can you feel it yet." she smirked.

"fell… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He fell to his knees, writhe ring in pain he hadn't felt since his turning.

"what is this." he whimpered. " and why."

"this is a holy ward. And because you need to face your past. Too long have you raged. Now it is time for recovery."

And with that he fell into unconsciousness, his red eyes dulling and closing.

"also I may need you. I do hate British purebloods. And they hate me and my kind."

Sorry for the wait. Thanks for reading. Remember to tell me what you think is good and what is bad.