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A/N: Here's Chapter Two. Now you'll get an insight into what our brave British duo have gone through and how they came to Forks. Heads up, at the end of this chapter is a little steamy scene that definitely leads to more in the next chapter. Only reviews will get it there quickly.

Enjoy,

Onyx Feloric (the author...)

Onyx listened to the classroom teacher with a sense of detachment. Most days were like this. Of course, he retained all the information, but he couldn't truly devote all of his attention. It was hard in these days to be in the company of humans. Their emotions were so close to the surface and seemed to saturate their entire being. They were the cause of so much drama and strife in human lives. Since his Turning, emotions were simply fleeting. Now and then he could grasp the tail end of some sensation and let it wash through him, but more often of late, he simply watched them pass by. When at school, he allowed it more. Humans did not interest him, even though he had recently been one.

His thoughts wandered and his eyes followed, staring out the window from beneath lidded eyes. He didn't even hear the bell signaling the end of the day and it wasn't until Jadys' hand gently nudged his shoulder, did he slide out of his ennui.

Jadys frowned and spoke softly. "Onyx?"

The raven sighed and began putting his things away. "I'm fine, Jadys."

The blonde scowled, hiding the concern in his mind. Onyx had been sinking deeper and deeper into these days of detachment, only focusing when Jadys caught his attention. It had been happening more often and he didn't like it. Far be it from him to truly complain. When they were human, Onyx had been hot-headed, rash, and emotional; often landing him in trouble from one skirmish or another. Since his Turning, though he hadn't known then, the man had been different.

Emotion was hard to pull forth from him, making him an excellent tactician and battle strategist. Without the distraction, he was able to look at situations from an analytic standpoint, instead of letting his emotions rule his decisions and get people killed…but it had also cost him.

The people he had called 'friends' found his mind cynical and they had begun to turn on him. Their cruel words had caused a pain so deep that Jadys suspected he had never truly recovered from them. When the War was finished, it hadn't mattered who he was or that he'd spent his entire life fighting for them in one way or another. All that mattered was that their savior had been changed. The Boy-Who-Lived had become one of the distant fears of all witches and wizards in Britain.

Vampire.

While he was not a fool, he could freely admit to himself that he had once feared them. As a pure-blooded child, it was a completely realistic fear. Back then, before he saw what his father had become and expected him to become, it was a reality. As the only heir of the Malfoy fortune, it was all he knew and, in his darker moments, all he thought he could be. It had been merely accident that brought Draco Malfoy, heir to a Dark family, and Harry Potter, a paragon of Light, together.

Draco had turned tail and run from the Dark, coming to Albus Dumbledore in secret seeking asylum. With the Dark Mark on his arm, however, it wasn't so simple. He became a spy, gathering key information that would, hopefully, help the Light forces get the edge they needed. Draco had been secretly attending meetings with Dumbledore's permission, scoping out the information he needed in order to avoid unpleasant run-ins with Order members. It was then that he'd first noticed the change in Harry Potter.

It was his eyes. Draco had seen enough to notice the subtle, dark knowledge in them. The way he spoke commanded attention and he seemed a far cry from the brash, Gryffindor he once was, taking charge and defending his points to the end. He didn't back down to Mad-Eye or Shacklebolt, despite their advantage in age, but merely tactically outmaneuvered them into his point of view. Since that first meeting, he'd made the decision to connect with the interesting Gryffindor.

Their first meeting had been a turn of events that Draco hadn't expected. He had been waiting for the immediate distrust and disgust, but he had been shocked to find the analytical creature before him. Harry had simply nodded and talked about what information he needed. Throughout the year they grew closer, Harry taking Draco further into his confidences by the day; seeking refuge from his friends who had grown to question his every move.

By the time he found out the true reason for the shift in personality, they had become close allies, if not friends of a fashion. Harry had healed Draco after a particularly vicious round of the Cruciatus by an angry Voldemort, sealing the burgeoning emotion between them. It had been pure accident that he found out Harry was a vampire.

Draco had been sneaking into Knockturn Alley, intent on obtaining an extra wand or two. He'd almost had his own snapped during a raid and didn't want to risk that truly happening. When stepping into a dark alley to avoid a Death Eater on discrete patrol, he'd stumbled onto a feeding vampire. When he saw that it was Harry Potter, he'd simply stared, mouth open in a very unattractive way. It was history from then.

As their relationship grew closer, Draco, while wary of the vampire at first, he grew to accept it. When Draco finally openly defected, he knew his death could be imminent. Harry's friends had abandoned him, fighting against his decisions along with a section of the Order. With Dumbledore's death, it had fractured, but Harry fought on, Draco becoming his second in command. During the Last Battle, it had all come to a head. Draco's father had come wielding rage and fire, intent on destroying the child who had disgraced him. When Voldemort crumbled, Lucius falling to his own death, he'd managed to drag his son with him. A hastily fired curse had been his end, but Harry, losing so much already, had Turned him, revealing his true nature and condemning them both.

Draco didn't remember much of the Turning, aside from a fiery pain that floated just over the edge of intolerable. When he woke, he felt a dark thirst grip hold of him and knew only the taste of Harry's blood for days. When he was able to control himself, they moved in secret, raiding what was left of Malfoy Manor for the few things Draco couldn't live without and moving their accounts from Gringotts. The Goblins, while irritated at the Boy-Who-Lived for setting loose a guard dragon and actually stealing something from them, recognized the service he'd done. They'd kept tight control over both their vaults, denying the Ministry's request to have access. With some quick paperwork, the Goblins converted all of their assets to another branch of Gringotts in America and provided documents to travel.

It had been hard, but Draco had settled on a new name, leaving the pain of his old one behind. Draco Malfoy died on the battlefield and Jadys Chorniy was born, leaving England and traveling to the Colonies. Onyx Feloric, formerly Harry Potter, his Sire, became the center of his world. The other vampire gave him a sense of safety he had never truly felt, making the change in both his being and life easier.

For the first few months of their arrival, Onyx and Jadys lived wild. Their IDs were easily shifted to read 21 and they partied. Sex and blood became the whole of their existence. Jadys thrived in the environment, but watched as his Sire rarely roused from his state of perpetual detachment. It was then that he understood the feeling that had been growing in him. Vampires were sensual creatures, especially their kind. Drinking blood was an intimate act and he'd begun to notice how his Sire's closeness made him truly feel. It didn't take long for their relationship to change. It helped that neither of them was repulsed by it. While they had been enemies in their youth, their closeness during the war and the bond between a Sire and Childe helped them grow. It was also the one thing that pulled Onyx from within himself and Jadys thrilled in the bond that tightened between them.

Even now, watching Onyx reach up to grab something in the top of his locker, Jadys felt a pang of lust hit him at the sight of the pale skin revealed. The dark-haired vampire glanced at him from lidded eyes, the green darkening, making Jadys hold back a shiver. His Sire shut his locker, eyes on him the entire time, seemingly oblivious to the students around them. With a sure hand, Onyx guided him closer, pulling him close against his body. Jadys skimmed his hands against his sides, resting them on his lower back, sliding deft fingers under the material to caress bare skin at the top of his pant-line. Onyx buried his nose in his neck, breathing against his skin while he slid his fingers through the belt loops on either side of Jadys' waist.

Around them, they were oblivious to the looks of the other students. Some scoffed with disgust, while more watched with awe as they walked by. They looked beautiful together and the pure intimacy radiating from their position struck many, including the Cullens. Alice cooed softly, while Jasper tried to get a read on their emotions, but, like on the first day, he didn't get much. Emmett snickered while Rosalie turned her nose up in derision at the two humans. Edward, however, couldn't help but be in awe. They were perfectly in tune with each other. He felt a pang of envy that caught both him and Jasper off guard.

Edward wanted something like that. Something that he could have for his own. Since Bella and he had parted ways, he'd been truly aware of his loneliness. He sighed and walked past.

Jadys loved the feel of Onyx's lips against his skin. With them touching so intimately, the bond between them fairly hummed and sent a sense of ease across his nerves, washing away the tension he'd unknowingly been carrying. He didn't know when he'd closed his eyes, but he opened them when he felt Onyx's breath leave his neck. The raven-haired vampire had a more animated look on his face and the smirk that graced his lips put one on his own face. "Let's go."

Onyx put an arm around him, sticking his one hand in Jadys' back pocket, while the blonde threw his hand around the other's back, hooking his thumb in a belt loop as they walked out the building. As they crossed the parking lot, Jadys' hand left the belt loop and began caressing the bare skin at his waist. When they reached the car, a growl left Onyx's lips, pushing the blonde against the passenger door. At the coy look, Onyx smirked, leaning in and kissing the blonde's neck, nibbling and sucking. Jadys gasped and held back a groan when the raven found the sweet spot underneath his ear just next to his jugular, gripping the raven tightly by his hips. With purpose, he moved to his lips, kissing the blonde hard and hungry. When they parted for air, Onyx grabbed his keys, still looking at the blonde while he unlocked the car. "Get in."

In moments they were in and the black Audi R9 was leaving the lot.

A/N: Don't you feel sorry for Edward?...Don't worry, he won't be lonely for long...Remember, reviews=steamy scene...