Out Of The Darkness
Ok - Since I received a few Reviews with 'How' it was just like Ash's book I'll re-post the A/N I put at the VERY BEGINNING of the story for those didnt read it.
Yes you will find a lot of it similar to Ash's second book( Not all of it though) when he supposed to have met Tory but will meet Harry instead but their encounter will go very differently just read and watch :D ha-ha I'm gonna have so much fun playing with my two characters.
There, the plot will remain the same what did you expect with Atlantis being brought up? a lot of it's going to be different because lets face it Harry isn't TORY! He's not a MUGGLE he can PROTECT HIMSELF! Yes I'm keeping the Savitar/Ash and Ash/Apollymi bit's the same! They are still the SAME characters even if I'm making this a Harry/Ash story!
Chapter 8
More Mystery
Acheron went back to Harry's house, the area was silent and still, no light shining from the houses, just the street lamps. Nearly everyone was a sleep, as it should be it was nearly three in the morning. Acheron wasn't the slightest bit tired. He was used to being awake at night; he mostly slept during the day - like his Dark-Hunters. He spent his night patrolling for Daimon's. He could sense Harry was awake; he knocked on the door and waited patiently.
The door swung open again, Harry had changed in the time Ash had been away. He was wearing a pair of black pyjama bottoms with a black vest. He seemed to like wearing black Ash noticed, much like himself. His hair was slightly messed up and down. Damn he was sexy as hell, mused Ash as Harry wordlessly let him in.
"You want something to eat?" asked Harry walking back through to the kitchen where he was cooking something.
"I grabbed a sandwich at my place," fibbed Acheron.
"Just let me finish this then I'll show you were you can sleep." said Harry.
"Thank you," said Acheron surprised.
"No problem." said Harry, "Do you like to play the hero a lot?" his voice was wry and filled with amusement.
"The hero?" asked Acheron, if only the man knew he'd saved the world many times over.
"Why else would you be standing guard here?" Harry asked smirking wickedly.
Acheron groaned inwardly, the man was sexy as hell with that smirk. Not even the fact he was cooking food could put him off. Normally the thought of food would make him think of his uncle, and the fact he'd had to work for every morsel he'd ever eaten. Instead he now survived on blood, just thinking about it made his incisors elongate. His eyes instantly went to Harry's jugular vein, the blood pumped under the smooth expanse of flesh. How he longed to drink it, but no, he wouldn't do that to another. He knew what it felt like; Artemis had drunk from him when he was human. It was such a feeling to be violated to have someone drain the blood out of your body while you were powerless to stop it. Artemis withheld food from him as well; it was something Acheron was well very familiar with.
"I'm going to take my stuff up the stairs which way do I go?" asked Acheron instead of answering Harry's question. Diversion tactic was Acheron's specialty he didn't answer a question he didn't like.
Harry turned off the hob, moving the pot and its contents off the still boiling stove as not to burn his scrambled eggs. He'd noticed Acheron hadn't answered his question, but then again the man seemed to do that a lot. He was secretive like him; he had a reason for that he wondered if Ash did too. He wasn't about to find out any time soon, judging by his avoidance.
"Up stairs first one on the right, the first on the second is mine." stated Harry.
Acheron headed up the stairs without another word, he noticed the place was devoid of any personal things. Like photographs, and little mementos most humans had. It reminded him of his home, and the Dark-Hunters houses. Most didn't have a single picture up, although they had plenty other things. They had the money, so that was never a problem. So far he'd only seen one picture, and that had to have been from twenty years ago or so. Harry only looked around twenty years old but given the fact he knew he was at least twenty two when he gained his diploma he had to be older. Looks can be deceiving; he didn't look like he'd been around since before Atlantis sank into the Aegean. Sterile, cold yet oddly welcoming and alive not words you normally use in the same sentence.
He opened the door and wanted to laugh, the room was done entirely in black. Black bedding, black curtains on the four poster bed, black curtains in the window with a black (black-out) blind. He was honestly surprised the carpet wasn't black as well, instead it was cream. The furniture was light and the room went well together. The bed was turned down, and Ash wanted to smile in appreciation. There wasn't often in his life he was made feel welcome.
"The bathroom is through there, here's some towels, do you need anything else?" said Harry putting then on the chair beside the door.
Acheron shook his head, he was a man of few needs especially considering he could materialise anything he wanted out of thin air. Before Ash could stop himself he took a step towards him. Close enough to smell Harry, mint and cinnamon he believed. He couldn't believe how much he wanted this human. Just as he would have touched him, Harry stepped around him and reached for the door. "Sleep tight." before he was gone.
Ash couldn't believe his eyes; the man had left so quickly he could see the treads from his feet in the carpet still. He couldn't understand why he didn't want him, all his life he'd been fighting people off him. Stopping people touching him, no not him…it was the curse, the hand of desire, an unwanted gift from his aunt. Something that had made his life unbearable sometimes. Yet the second he found someone he wanted to touch, and have him touch in turn - he treated him like a leaper. What the hell? Aggravated Ash shook his head; it was going to be tough getting some sleep tonight with him so close to him, yet so far away.
He had no idea Harry was having very similar thoughts, since he couldn't read him at all.
Harry practically ran into his own room, closing the door and leaning against it breathing heavily. He'd never been more tempted before in his life. He was incredibly hot, but he wasn't looking for someone or even a one night stand. If there were anyone he did want to have one with though, it would be that guy. One thing was for sure though; it was going to be tough trying to sleep tonight. With the object of his very recent fantasy's sleeping in his house, across the hall from him. If only he was a wizard he'd be tempted to have a relationship with him. Tempted being the key word, but he was already tempted.
He had no idea how hard it was going to get not to give in to this man.
The next morning Harry blearily got out of bed, it wasn't until he was about to use a spell to boil his kettle did he remember he had a guest. Cursing he realized he'd have to do everything the long way. Well…maybe not…if he wasn't there then he could do it real quick. So he hastily got dressed, black jeans, back vest and a green shirt which he left open. He snagged a pair of socks as he left the room, putting them on as he hopped down the stairs. He did so gracefully despite the size of him. Ironically enough he'd been the smallest in his year during Hogwarts. Hell during third year he could have passed for a first year. It's what malnutrition did to you, but Harry had started taking potions to correct all the damage. Which had lead to him being quite proudly very tall. It's what size he was supposed to be, with the damage his family had done to him removed.
Harry walked into his kitchen and sucked in his breath, digging his nails into the palm of his hand. It took all his will power to not lean over and touch the smooth expanse of tawny flesh bared to him. He closed his mouth to stop himself drooling, coffee that's what he needed lots of coffee.
Ash could sense Harry behind him, and could sense his blood pounding away like a drum. Suppressing a smirk he turned around and said "Is something wrong?" his voice and face innocent as you please.
"Nice to see you making yourself right at home," said Harry dryly finally getting his wits into gear. He knew what the man was up to, but he hadn't nearly been sorted into Slytherin for nothing. Those thoughts fled though when he got a good view of his front. All he could think though was - good job he had a counter in front of him…or rather his trousers right now. The guy was walking around his house without underwear on, without a top, and a pair of jeans that were riding low on his hips. He had a body that was made for sin, and he wanted a piece of it.
"What do you want for breakfast?" asked Harry putting his hob on, putting the frying pan on it letting it heat up. Meanwhile he pinched at his legs, until his raging hormones were under control. He let out a silent sigh, as he went to get bacon, eggs, sausage you name it.
"I don't eat breakfast," said Acheron.
"You have to eat something," said Harry.
"I don't need a father, Harry." said Acheron his features hardening it was obviously a sore spot.
"Good because I don't want to be one," said Harry dryly. "If you don't want anything that's fine."
"What is it with you and food?" murmured Acheron he was speaking to himself, too bad Harry heard.
"I know what it's like to go hungry," said Harry his green eyes haunted.
Ash paused at the sincere look of pain in Harry's eyes, for the life of him he didn't know what to say. So he remained quiet and watched Harry cooking his breakfast. It was so strange having someone who would be able to understand him. He doubted though that Harry had been through anything like he had. He'd never trust another person with his history. It's why he was going to such lengths to get the journal. To keep it out of everyone's hands. Then it struck nine o'clock, he was startled to realize he was late.
"It's nine o'clock I have a date." he said abruptly, Harry's green eyes glanced up at him in amusement. Ash grinned at him as he grabbed his beer and walked off to the living room. As Harry plated his breakfast, he watched from where he stood as Ash set up an X-box 360 to his TV. Shaking his head in amusement, he'd never played those kind of things. As a child he'd watched his cousin get new ones every time he smashed them. Never having been given a gift of his own. He'd never had the urge to buy one after he left the Dursley's and magical world behind. Grabbing a carton of apple juice he poured himself a drink of juice. Then as an after-thought he grabbed a beer and went through to his living room. He gave Acheron the beer and sat down on the sofa curiously watching him as he ate.
Harry realized he was speaking to someone; it was a young boy unless he was very much mistaken. He suppressed his smile, he wondered if it was his nephew or perhaps a godson or even brother come to that. He wasn't sure if any of the above were right; he was so closed off and stern sometimes. Like him, maybe he'd lost his family young as well as him.
It wasn't just his smile he had to suppress as he listened, he just wouldn't have imagined this guy coming out with sentences like that. 'Takeshi get your fat butt off me you're squishing the fox' and 'There's no honour in sacrificing the fox, you ugly hedgehog.' or better yet 'Yeah taste honey, you punk' Harry heard a little boy's laughter through the earpiece and ended up laughing himself. Eventually the game came to a stop; the little boy apparently had PT (Physical therapy) he had to get to.
"How old is Toby?" asked Harry his green eyes twinkling in amusement and genuine happiness. Ash had no idea how rare it was for Harry to be like that; otherwise he would have savoured it.
"Eight," replied Ash.
"And the others?" asked Harry curiously.
"Older than eight," he answered evasively.
"So you grown men get online to beat an eight-year-old kid ever Saturday morning?" he asked knowing that wasn't the case. He'd just sat and watched them; they were letting the little boy win.
"Nah, Toby always wins," said Ash.
"You're good at telling something yet nothing aren't you?" said Harry wryly; he was the same but not quite as good as Ash. He certainly wasn't as smooth as Ash at it anyway.
"You know trust is always a good idea…for someone else. Every time I've made the mistake of trusting someone…it was a mistake that I regretted and paid for dearly. I'm really happy that no one has hurt you that badly. I haven't been so lucky okay?" said Acheron; he always got defensive when he was questioned.
"Who says I've been so lucky?" asked Harry emotionlessly. "It's in the nature of people to hurt one another. No one really cares about your thoughts and feelings." his voice was bitter by the end. His mind was on Ron and Hermione, they hadn't cared about him. Just like the rest of his world hadn't. They instead had tried to force him into something he hadn't wanted. They wanted children from their hero, they'd wanted to see him married and settled down. Wanted their children to follow his example and that wasn't to be gay.
Acheron was surprised by his words, he didn't know why. Perhaps it was because they were ones he'd thought over the course of his life. It was so disconcerting to know someone hadn't had it easy like him. He knew everyone didn't have happy life's, he was omnipotent he saw peoples life's when he met them. He'd met a lot of people over the course of his life. Yet this man sat in front of him, obviously had a hard life, he couldn't read him but he thought the same things as he did. What had happened to him? How he wished he could read Harry's thoughts and understand him.
"I'm going to go for a shower," Acheron said to break the staring contest that was currently going on. Not only that, but Harry had turned stoic and emotionless. Was that how he looked when people raised questions he didn't want answered? He was so curious about him, and damn it he still wanted him more than anything. Too bad he belonged to a red headed goddess who's skin him alive if she knew his thoughts. His life had never been his, with those bitter thoughts he went for his shower.
Harry and Acheron are so alike aren't they :D hehe i'm having so much fun writing these scenes. The exciting bit you are all looking forward to is coming up fast! to them both finding out about magic XD XD hehe cant wait to write it likes! so ive had someone wanting Takeshi in this story or rather his character for a few minutes...can you think of a reason Harry would call him? or any reason for him to be in the story at all? all ideas welcomed if not ill try and work it into the story at a later date when its actually completly deviated from the book probably around the time i have harry helping appolymi and ash being able to see one another! as Harry is Master of death would you like to see Hecate protect him? gods always have their favourites ;) will i bring the goddess to see him? give him a gift of some kind? shes the goddess of fire moon light magic witcraft knoweldge of herbs and deadly/posionous plants normomancy and socery perhaps she could give him knowledge? help him adjust to this new world he'd been thrust into? theres over 100 people following this c'mon guys! drop me a review :D :D PLEASEEE :D :D lol R&R Take care x