CHAPTER THREE

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Warnings and disclaimer are in the first chapter

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Harrison woke to the soft whirring of machinery. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around in confusion; he was lying on the bed in a hospital room with multiple machines hooked up to him. He frowned in confusion as he tried to remember how he ended up in the hospital. The last thing he could recall was being poisoned by the hellhound before passing out from the pain. He could not remember what happened to Jimmy or how he had made it here.

At that moment, the room door swung open and a familiar middle aged doctor entered the room. "Good morning, Dr. Baskerville," Dr. William Castor, one of Harrison's colleagues, greeted him cheerfully. "How are you feeling?"

"I am in a bit of pain," Harrison admitted, "but more than that, I am ready to get out of here already."

"I know how much you dislike being the patient," the doctor said soothingly, "but as long as you remain cooperative, you'll be out of here before you know it." He bent over Harrison to unwrap the bandages. When he saw Harrison's mostly healed wounds, he shot the younger man a knowing look. "It seems that you're wounds have healed exceptionally well already, at this rate you'll be able to leave tomorrow morning." William had been born to magical family so there was no need to ponder over his exceptional healing rate.

"Dr. Castor," Harrison said hesitantly. "Did you... did a man visit me since I have been admitted? He would have been around thirty, black hair, and blue eyes, with stubble..."

William shook his head apologetically. "I'm sorry, Dr. Baskerville, but I don't think anyone matching those descriptions came by while you were unconscious."

"Oh, all right," Harrison said disappointedly. "Thank you."

"It's no problem," William said. "Now I'll leave, let you get some rest."

After the doctor left, Harrison threw an arm over his eyes and bit his lip in a desperate bit to stop himself from screaming in frustration. He was only partially successful.

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Two days following the attack and Harrison was absolutely miserable; his lover had not made an appearance once side he had been admitted into the hospital. Harrison was convinced that his abilities had scared Jimmy off, he would most likely never see the man again and, honestly, he could not say he was surprised. Who in the right mind would want to be with someone like him?

After being released from the hospital, Harrison had searched Jimmy's apartment, only to find the man had not been home since the day of the attack. He had asked Jimmy's friends and co-workers, but none of them had seen him.

Harrison was startled from his musings when one of his ravens landed on the arm of his chair; it came bearing news of a potential hunt. With a sigh, the man stood from his chair and ducked into his bedroom to collect his gear.

The searching for his missing lover would have to wait until later.

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Harrison leapt from one building to another so quickly for the humans' eyes. His raven had informed him that a coven of vampires were abducting children between the ages of five to ten, so he was now on route to the abandoned warehouse they used as their nest to stop them once and for all.

It was only a ten minutes run across the rooftops to search the warehouse; it was in a fairly secluded part of town so he did not have to worry about running into civilians, but just in case, he sent his power out to sense the presence of any other humans. It would not do for him to run into any other hunters, unless they were aware of the magical world, they did not usually react well to his abilities.

Once he had ensured that there were no humans in the area, hunter or civilian, Harrison scaled down the side of the building and, using the shadows to conceal himself, slipped into the warehouse. He spent a few minutes searching the ground floor, but once it had been confirmed that there was no one there, he slipped his hood over his face and moved up to the next level where two vampires were standing guard by a cage crammed full with dirty, terrified children. He waited for a moment as the two vampires quite foolishly relayed their entire plan to each other (apparently the children were being used as baits to lure someone in, whether it was a hunter or another vampire he could not be sure), before making his move.

Effortlessly, he crafted a spear from his blood and sent it flying straight through the first vampire's heart, as he fell to the floor; the second vampire's head was torn clean from his shoulders with only a flick of Harrison's wrist. But not before he shouted out in surprise, alerting the vampires in the other rooms of the danger. A whole host of the creatures, over a dozen of them if he had counted correctly, rushed out into the main room, fangs bared and prepared to fight. They paused, however, when they saw a single hooded figure standing in the centre of the room with a lance composed of what they could smell was blood.

"It's you..." the vampire at the head of the group whispered, Harrison assumed he was the leader by the way the others flanked him. "The Blood Sorcerer..."

"Oh, so you know about me then?" Harrison said nonchalantly. "Good."

"Kill him!" the head vampire shouted. To his displeasure, the others did not immediately leap to do as told, too fearful to approach the small, but intimidating sorcerer. "I said kill him!" he shouted again.

This time, they did as told, albeit very reluctantly, and were each beheaded for their efforts, leaving only the leader for Harrison to fight. He was the oldest and far more powerful than the others, making him a much more difficult opponent. Harrison only had a second to erect a protective barrier around the cage holding the children before the vampire was upon him. He gave everything he had into the fight and then some, but they were still pretty evenly matched. The vampire dodged everything Harrison sent his way, but he was stuck on the defensive, unable to get a hit in, it was this that led to the creature's demise. While he was trying to slit Harrison's throat with his claws, a dragon made from blood crept up behind the vampire and tore into him until only blood on the floor.

Panting heavily from the rough fight, Harrison allowed the protective shield around the children to drop and approached the cage with an intention of freeing them. However, before he could reach them, two men raced up the stairs, machetes in hands. He recognized their distinctive features immediately, they were the infamous Winchesters.

"Step away from the children!" the shorter of the two shouted, pointing his gun at him.

"And why should I do that?" Harrison asked. "I am here to rescue them just as I am sure you two are, too bad you are bit too late."

It was then that the Winchesters noticed the corpses of the vampires sprawled across the floor, which was also about the time they noticed the dragon made from blood lurking in the corner. Immediately their guns were drawn and they were shooting, but before a single bullet could hit him, a bright light assaulted all of his senses and he was carried away with a sound of flapping wings.

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The sudden, unfamiliar transportation sent Harrison falling to the soft grass that had not been beneath his feet seconds ago. As he looked around in confusion, his eyes fell on a figure standing only a few feet away, it was a man who looked remarkably like his missing love, but the powerful aura that kept Harrison on his knees was not Jimmy's.

"Who are you?" he gasped, scrambling to his feet with only a bit of trouble.

The Jimmy look-alike blinked in confusion. "It's me," he said, "Jimmy."

"No, you are not!" Harrison shouted. "Your aura... it is... it is all wrong!"

"I have changed..." the being admitted. "But I'm still me, I'm still Jimmy."

"If you are Jimmy," Harrison looked at the being with suspicion in his eyes, "then tell me what Jimmy told me right before we started our relationship."

"I'll always love you, no matter what dark past you may be hiding from. I love you for who you are now, not for who you'd once been," was the prompt answer.

The hooded youth's eyes became wide. "Jimmy?" he whispered hopefully.

Jimmy smiled and nodded his head. "Yes, it's me, Harrison. I've just changed a bit."

"I noticed. But how? What happened?" he looked at the older male.

"I suppose I should begin by telling you who I really am. I am Castiel and I am an Angel of the Lord."

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Tbc...

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