Vision 04 - Labyrinth of the Knights

by: AegisX

Another short, one shot that popped into my head when I was watching Underworld and Supernatural. The lyrics used here are from "The Man Without Fear" by Drowning Pool. Don't own Harry Potter as usual, might only own Jericho Grimm but thats it.

Summary: Vampires. Muggles don't believe they exist. I do. I kill them for a living now that I've saved the world from Voldemort. I hunt them, looking for the one that broke me, the one that ripped out all I cared about.

AGX

Can you feel it?

The perfect day

Scratch the leaves

The paper tears

The world I'm feeling start giving away

A perfect day

A perfect day

It wasn't just another hunt like usual, what he was on. This was a meeting scheduled between his people and the enemy. Negotiating with the enemy, he despised that more than anything. He cranked up the volume on the ipod he had in his pocket, confident that he wouldn't get caught unawares.

He leaned against the wall in the dark hallway, waiting. It wasn't feeding time yet, so he was waiting. A drop in temperature gave away the otherwise fast movement of his prey. He withdrew a 9inch dagger from its holster on his thigh, the blade glittering as he took a swing at the oncoming target. He felt the knife tip bite into skin, tearing a long gash across its chest as it retreated back.

Suddenly you rule the universe

Everything was shapeless now is clear

I visualize with a drop of sound

I am The Man Without Fear

"Wasn't this supposed to be a meeting, jackass?" He rolled his eyes at the female vampire who stood a few paces away from him, rubbing at her now healed chest. If you ignored the fangs, the golden amber eyes and the deathly white of her skin, she'd actually be kind of pretty but add the rest of the afore mentioned qualities and you got a pissed off vampire.

"You started it, vampslut." His voice was low, but strong with a hint of a long lost accent. He gave her a cold smirk as she huffed with indignation at the insult. "Don't bother arguing because you're still a damned vampslut to me, now what the fuck is this whole thing about anyway?" Someone else chose that moment to crash through the window at the end of the hallway, showering the floor with glass and bits of wood.

He stepped back, grabbing a vial from inside his bomber jacket and after popping its seal he poured it onto his dagger as the vampires clashed with one another.

He looked up at the painful shriek his contact gave as her heart was ripped out by a muscular, black haired vampire that easily would've towered over her. With a meaty splat, the heart landed on the floor and the vampire rushed forwards in a blur of speed.

You can't hurt me...NO!

You can't stop me...NO!

You can't beat me...NO!

You can't bring me...DOWN!!

He gave the dagger a small twirl between his fingers as he stepped back, his arm snapping forward and planting the dagger into the vampire's heart as it occupied his previous location. "Dead man's blood." With a curious look, he watched as a spider web of black erupted across the vampire's chest before it collapsed.

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"So, you expect me to give you information, human?" The almost tangible hatred for him was expressed in the way it hissed the word human. It's almost golden, amber eyes glaring at him. If looks could kill, he'd be dead without a shadow of a doubt.

"Yes. You can do that or die. Your choice, really." He was ever so casual about killing them. It had been like this after six years of hunting and slaying while staying ahead of Voldemort's attacks and plans. He had nothing else to do now, since Voldemort was dead and the whole magical community wanted to put him on a pedestal, so he'd taken to hunting.

"Choke on your blood, you disgusting piece o-Guaaurkkk" He chuckled as he impaled it with his katana, watching as its skin hissed and burned on the blessed blade. With a sigh, he wrenched it out and lopped off its head, silently adding another dead vampire to the list he kept locked inside his head.

He walked out of the room, lighting it on fire with a wave of his hand as he headed down the stairs and away from the now burning building. "I wonder what the world would say about me now if they weren't into the whole hero worship thing..." he chuckled as he passed by a parked car, the windows throwing his reflection back at his emerald green eyes and the still visible lightning bolt scar as well as long vicious scar that ran from below his left eye to his chin.

After six years of training, hunting and killing creatures of the night, Harry had changed much. He never wore glasses anymore, instead choosing muggle eye surgery to fix his vision. His hair was tamed now, pushed back out of his face into thick spikes that cascaded down to his neck. He'd gotten taller, hitting 6'1, his shoulders broadened some as well but he remained slim with a hard toned layer of muscle covering his once thin lanky body.

"Yo, time for a drink right?" Harry looked up, a small grin on his lips as Bill Weasley pushed himself off the wall and joined him. Bill Weasley hadn't really changed much, except for the scars that criss crossed his face after a fight with Fenrir Greyback. He wasn't a curse breaker anymore; he was a hunter just as Harry was, ever since the massacre that happened during his wedding with Fleur. He still wore the fanged earring and the long hair, but his face was missing the once easily given smiles as they were replaced by meaningless smirks.

"Another down already. But I got what I wanted from him." Harry shook his head at the futility of the vampire resisting. He pulled a silver thread from his mind and dropped into a small vial held by Bill. Their boot steps echoed through the empty street, warning away the homeless and the thugs that usually inhabited it. A black Saleen mustang rolled up, its heavily modified engine purring as it stopped next to them.

"Let's go, kiddies. Cinderalla's fantasy castle tour is about to begin." Inside, in the driver's seat, was Harry's other hunting partner. Jericho Grimm, the remaining member of the long lived Grimm family, turned hunter when his family was slain. He pushed his short, layered purple hair out of the way as he slipped on a pair of glasses, eying the street warily. Once they were moving, "We've got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want first?" Bill made a face knowing that Harry was going to take the bad first, as always. "Your sister was spotted in the dock area, right before 2 of our own came back drained and turned."

Bill clenched his fist, the muscles and the tendons creaking slightly as he asked. "Are you sure it was her?" His tone was normal, but his eyes betrayed the rage that was coursing through him. Harry was also silent, but his silence was due to guilt as he listened to Jericho's words.

"Yes, we have pensive memories from the turned that proves it's her." Jericho's seemingly casual answer was somewhat strained, while he kept his eyes on the road. The car's engine startled a few of the late night goers as they roared by, the silence inside the car was almost palpitable. "The memories are reliable, since they were provided by Sam and Jen," Jericho swerved around a corner roughly, the tire's screeching while Harry gripped his seat tightly.

Jericho let out a sigh as he asked "How about that drink?" Harry shook his head slightly knowing that there was trouble ahead. Jericho parked his car a street away from the entrance to a popular vampire nightclub and they were gone once he secured the car. "I hate coming to Delirium." Bill muttered as they cut ahead of the line, ignoring the cries of indignation from the crowd.

The bouncers eyed them for a minute before they lifted the velvet rope covering the door. "Don't kill anyone in there." Was the parting shot from one of them as they entered the place. The sounds of a mix of black metal and club music pounding away as vampires and humans mingled throughout the crowd, intertwined and separated alike. A cold, yet silky soft arm reached out but was quickly moved away with a hiss as blessed metal touched it, the female vampire glaring at Bill.

With a roll of his eyes, Harry walked through the crowd and settled at a seat near the bar in the back. "Is your boss in tonight?" a small, waifish yet beautiful ebony haired woman gave him a small nod as she slid him a drink. "Thanks." Harry grunted as he knocked back the firewhiskey and headed towards the office, leaving Jericho and Bill to their own business.

"Oi, Benji, you in?" Harry tapped the door, ignoring the cries of ecstasy that reached his ears. After a few minutes, the door swung open after a small click, as the brown haired owner of the club looked up from where he was busy attending to a female of his own race. "Finish up and toss her out, mate. I've got some questions to ask you." The female dressed herself rather quickly, walking out of the room like she hadn't been having sex a few moments before that. She glared at both Harry and Benji, but the sight of Harry twirling a cross in his hands sped her out quickly.

"Did you have to scare her? Now she won't be coming back for more..." Benji glared at Harry, who stowed away the cross and walked into the room. Shaking his head, he offered Harry a drink only to be turned down as Harry placed a slip of paper on the desk. "Yeah, she was around here about a couple nights ago, mate. Looking for a donor, got herself a meal and tried to hustle me out of some info as well."

Before Harry could continue, screams of pain and anger erupted from the club below. "Don't tell me they're killing the scene again." Benji went to check out the scene, followed by a grimacing Harry.

Jericho and Bill both stood in the middle of a crowd of vampires with several dead bodies around them. The headless bodies on the ground were Jericho's handiwork as the blessed katana he held in his right hand was stained with blood. The 2 piles of ashes were Vampires killed using ultraviolet gun rounds courtesy of Bill.

"You two blokes put away the weapons," Benji called out, getting an arched eyebrow from Jericho and a snort from Bill in response. "As for the rest of you. Go back to what you were doing or get the fuck out." Benji was never one to mince words, Harry duly noted as the crowd of grumbling vampires separated.

"Didn't think you'd become one of them... " the words echoed throughout the silent club as a figure stepped forward.

A/N - And that about does it for this one... maybe i'll do something about it someday, but i'm kinda busy... anyway, hope you enjoy and adios for now... Read and Review if you can...