Just a brief forenote really: I am sorry this chapter is a bit rushed and a bit higgldy-piggldy, I hope you forgive me but I wanted to launch into the coming darkness and I felt that maybe I was taking to long to do so. Please don't hesitate to comment on it, give me tips and stuff, I will always appreciate. I love all the comments I have gotten already and although I am awful at replying I have read them all and am so touched you guys are enjoying the story. Ok I'll shut up now and take you all back to Carlisle and Harry in Wuthering Heights.

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Harry's eyes fluttered open, making him chortle at the voice of Ginny in his head; 'Sometimes Harry, I wonder how no one realised you were gay before'. He hoped that he had the desirable effect, the damsel waking from a beautiful dream, as it seemed to fit the mood of the last few hours. 'Correction' he thought, checking his pocket for his wand, watch and wallet, 'It has been about a day and a half now…'

He snuggled deeper into the warm blankets around him, feeling the tender wash of sleep flowing over his tired body. Then he heard a strange sound beyond his fleecy barricade. The noise was familiar, very familiar. The noise was definitely a voice, but not Carlisle's. This voice he would know even if he were blind. He peeked his head out from under the swathe of wool and cotton and looked cautiously around the room. Carlisle was there in the room with him, in his hand a small mobile phone resting gently. The voice on the other end was shouting very loudly, every now and then cursing at the 'Bloody Muggle Technology!' in the distance another voice was calmly soothing the first, louder voice.

"Ron, you just have to get used to using it, it really is fairly simple…"

"I don't have to get used to it, I could just send an owl or something, they always know where they are going. HARRY! HARRY! ARE. YOU. THERE? CAN. YOU. HEAR. ME?"

The speakerphone was screeching at the violent shouts, making the hairs on Harry's arms stick up violently through his shirt.

"Yes, Ron, I can hear you perfectly well, there is no need to shout!"

"Oh Harry! We have been so worried about you! We rang everyone we could think of when you did not come to the Burrow last night, but no one had seen you. Draco said he left you and then hung up the phone, Hagrid said…Oh Harry! You have to learn to answer your phone more often! It is very inconsiderate! And who was it who actually answered? You could have told us you had…"

At that moment, Hermione cut off, spluttering a little at the realisation that her voice had a strange, ringing echo to it. Her voice now was crisp and very wary; Harry recognised the 'you are in for it when I next clap eyes on you, mate' voice, which was ever so slightly scary, even to an adult man.

"Harry, are we on speaker phone?"

At this point, Carlisle had broken into a full grin, trying to suppress the laughter churning in his stomach. Harry, on the other hand, had no such restraint. Howling with laughter, he took the phone carefully from Carlisle's hand and nodded, looking straight into the vampire's golden eyes. For a moment he was transfixed, the eyes had the slightest twinge of black, riveting through the amazing golden. The calling on the phone commenced as Ron tried to make contact and Harry instinctively moved his fingers over the buttons, turning off the answer phone and placing the mobile to his ear.

For the next few minutes, there was mainly silence as Harry listened to Hermione's tirade about the privacy of some being less important to the privacy of others. He now held back the laughter he still felt; imagining how much worse it would be if he let out the slightest sign of amusement. Ron's voice was the easiest to hear for Carlisle, who had conveniently pretended to have his eyes on a large volume of some sort whilst humming a few bars of Rachmaninov, ensuring that the phone call was as private as possible, or at least attempting to. As Harry finally began to speak, he lowered his voice to barely a whisper, explaining simply that he was safe, happy and in good hands. Hermione sounded disgruntled over the phone, but Harry shrugged and repeated his safety.

"Ok Harry, but at the first sign of trouble just apparate out, alright. We'll call you later, love you"

"Ok Hermione, BYE. RON."

As Harry hung up, he heard the loud curse from Ron, as did Carlisle, whose smile curved the stone contours of his face. Harry starred for the devastating beauty for a moment, his heart starting to skip beats as his mind raced through the most indecent of thoughts.

"We need to talk, Harry, now."

Harry simply nodded and moved, deliberately slowly, out of the room to stand in the fully lit kitchen.

"Ok, we have been dancing around this for a long time, why am I here Carlisle, what is it you want?"

Harry leaned against the pristine diner top, its black marble chilled his spine and licked the chill around him.

"I did some reading while you slept, and made a couple of phone calls. From what I have come to understand, although I love Esme like an extension of my own flesh, either there is something from her that I am not quite receiving, or…"

Carlisle let the first idea relax in the air as he slinked towards Harry, his solid muscles rippling under his black roll neck jumper. Harry rummaged through his mind, had Carlisle changed clothes since he had been asleep?

"Or?"

Harry couldn't help but feel intimidated as the space between he and Carlisle lessened with every stride. He felt the pangs of sexual longing, the breaking yearning that clearly was etching his cheeks and making Carlisle's smile fall into that dangerously sexy grin. Harry felt his dependence on the marble top becoming stronger and stronger as his knees buckled. He could smell the intoxicating breath of the vampire and his desire began to swell.

"Or maybe there is something you need from me. My daughter, Alice, can't seem to see what is coming, it must be the magic that is surrounding you blocking her visions. I hate to alarm you, but she is coming here."

Harry fell headlong into reality. More vampires?

"She says she may need to be closer to you to sense what is going on, and she is bringing Edward with her."

Harry swooned mentally, but stood firm against the marble top. He had completely lost what was happening. Now there were to be three vampires surrounding him, what was this? Maybe he should just apparate. Right now. This second.

As he thought of disappearing he realised he couldn't do it, he was stuck. He could not leave this mysterious stranger.

"Ok, so what happens when the swarm descends?"

Carlisle chuckled, his eyes never leaving Harry's.

"When my family get here, we will discuss further what is to be done, until then I suggest you relax. You may do yourself some harm with all that adrenaline pumping."

Harry looked at him, confused.

"I'm a vampire, I can smell you."

Carlisle was so close to Harry that there was no way on earth he could not feel Harry's raising to the occasion, the adrenaline pumping in his veins. To make matters worse, he seemed to be openly flirting with this scared creature before him. He felt the thrill of this very dangerous ride and could not help but rock with it. In the pit of his stomach, he felt the thirst, the need to bite hard on that strong, tanned neck of Harry's. But in the back of his mind he could see her there, her long hair curled up against her shoulders. His Esme. With a deep breathe he flew backwards, away from Harry and the temptation, and returned to the quiet of the study, leaving Harry in the kitchen alone. He shut the door softly, to avoid hurting Harry's feelings, and out of habit he inhaled, letting the air churn and escape. What was going on?

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"So this is the plan? Are you sure it will work?"

Lucius looked at Elizabeta, whose eyes shone red as the dawn and hair swayed like Medusa in the breeze.

"That question does not need to be asked. It will work."

Elizabeta looked up at the large dark windows of the house, her expression unreadable in the growing moonlight. This plan would work, it would be like holding a carrot in front of a mule. She turned away from Lucius and glanced at the three death eaters behind her. Nodding once, she raised her arm and let out a high, feline cry. The Death eaters raised their wands and the air exploded. The light of the moon seemed dim compared to the crackling red of the magic that drenched the evening sky.

From inside the house, lights flicked on, a wizened couple came to the doorway, their hands clasped tightly together.

"We need your house, and you are going to give it to us, or you will be killed."

"You!" The old man spat out, his red eyes burning into Elizabeta's face. The pure hatred etched his every feature as he stood straight.

"You cannot have this house, it is Aro's and you know it. We will not let you pass."

"Back off out of our way, old man".

Lucius now stood, wand pointing at the old vampire. Elizabeta looked at him angrily, but the look was lost behind Lucius' masculine pride.

The old woman simply laughed and straightened up herself, her silver hair falling around her peeked cheeks, hard as granite.

"Boy, put down your foolish twig, the real magic is talking to you."

Elizabeta was beside the elders within a blink. She whispered in the male vampires ear and his face fell into a stony sadness that Lucius had never seen on any creature before. He turned to look at Elizabeta, his voice seeming quieter, more distant.

"You will fall, you may have the blood of Draqul in your veins but you are nothing like him! Aro will crush you. And you…" The female turned to look at Lucius, her eyes glazed with a strange mist. Lucius shuddered as she began to speak, her voice gravely, as if she were possessed by an unseen devil.

"You will not survive your quest. The darkness is coming, something terrible will rise and you shall fall under it's great power. The time is here, the darkness surrounds us! It will engulf us all!"

Lucius was terrified, he felt his knees falter under him as the terrible images of death swirled around him. Cries and ancient rumbles filled his mind as smoky images danced before him, enveloping him in a magic too powerful for him. He felt the pressing presence of the Dark Lord beside him, burning his flesh.

"What is going on? Elizabeta? Where are you?"

"Stop this! We have not come for your babbling! We will have this house, and Aro will now that we are not to be meddled with! You will not live to see the turning of this puny, fleshling-riddled world disintegrate into the new dawn that will rise with us! Draqul est continanta! Mera est espasia!"

Lucius was pulled from the flames of his mind but strong and icy fingers, his eyes fell upon not Elizabeta's stunning face but Narcissa's, her eyes pale blue and frosty as the morning rain against his sweat beaded face.

"Get off of me woman! What are you thinking of! Get away from me!"

He yanked away from her hold and looked on as a swarm of vampires tore apart the old couple before him, the power and strength of his army laying waste to the petty weak.

"Lucius, come in. Welcome to our new home."

Elizabeta beamed like a child on Christmas day and Lucius was only too happy to leave Narcissa in the mud.

Narcissa watched as her husband strode confidently towards the demon at the door.

'Lucius Malfoy, by all the magic in our world and the next, you will pay for the injustice you have thrown at my feet'. Narcissa growled and pulled herself from the ground, apparating in a crack that shook the earth around her. This was the last time she would be made a fool of.

From the darkness, vampires swarmed the couple, clawing and biting. Ripping the flesh from their bones. The couple seemed to be resigned to their fate, their dark eyes ripped from them