It's a strange thing, but when you fear something and would give anything to slow down time, it has the annoying habit of speeding up. -J.K. Rowling

The Purpose, Rewritten, Chapter 32 Angel

October, 1938

Angel Beaudelaire was born in 1667, in Paris, France. His life had been simple, and he had grown up in a modest family. Growing up, he had developed such a love for food that he traveled across France for the sole purpose of experiencing everything he could. He worked in hostels and bars. His life was going as well as a muggle could, well into his thirties and respected. He never took a wife or had children because only men captivated his heart.

It was on a beautiful, cold night in November 1705 that his life changed, thanks to none other than François. Vampire laws were different under Emrick Vulken's reign, and it was without hesitation or respect for whether or not he wanted to be a vampire that Emrick showed François how to sire someone.

Of course it had to be Angel. The food lover.

Angel had denied it. Their existence was not possible. Even when his thirst ravaged his body, he refused to quench it with all his might. François couldn't even make him drink blood. Emrick had been impressed by his sheer will, but the king did not accept it and, with the power he possessed, ordered him to drink all the blood of each of his victims.

How he hated it.

He hated himself and everything to do with vampires. Emrick even forbade him to commit suicide.

For twenty long years, he had roamed France aimlessly, feeding until his victims died. His victims had no taste.

Bland, tasteless, flat, and uninteresting.

Until one evening… the constraint had ceased. Emrick's order no longer had effect. Questioning from a distance about the weak link he had with François, he had his answer: Emrick had been killed.

He contemplated suicide again when he saw a man coming out of one of the first restaurants. The smell coming out of the building was amazing and he wanted to taste the food again. His usual thirst was full of strength, and he must have looked like a poor man who should have begged, but instead looked at the man with hungry eyes.

The man had pulled out a small bag of coins, but as he did so, Angel had grabbed him and sunk his teeth into his neck, drinking his blood… his delicious blood. Parsley… Oregano… garlic and… chicken… with a touch of sea salt and olive oil. Memories of his past and of the man had invaded her mind. He had never had so much pleasure in drinking someone's blood.

He didn't have to kill him, he could stop. The man was pitifully weak in his arms. However, he could taste food again. He could enjoy life again. As this joy filled his mind, his victim's heart stopped.

Angel grabbed everything he could of the man's possessions: his clothes, his wallet, his identity. He had a brief recollection of the man's memories and spotted his horse nearby. He discreetly threw the body into the dark alley where they were. He looked at the man for a moment, thinking he should be sad or feel something. He leaned down, looked at the man's features and suddenly disfigured him with his sharp nails.

The man had blue eyes and black hair, just like him, but his own vampiric eyes were an icy blue. They were also around the same age, considering he was in his forties. He thought he could really steal his identity.

And that is what he did.

For 270 years, he had gained in renewal and joy of living. Not having to kill anyone had helped enormously, being able to stay in just one town. He gave his victims so much pleasure that they didn't even notice he was feeding on them. He had used trickery to pass himself off as his own son on numerous occasions. He settled in the USA in New York in 1910. He became known among muggles under the name of Allen Robuchon, then under that of his own son Joël Robuchon, one of the best chefs in the world. Those close to him still called him Angel. There, he finally became aware of MACUSA and magical people. Of course, François had tried to teach him things early in his vampire life, but he had never listened, nor wanted to, and his bond with him had faded after a short time.

He had seen wizards casting obliviating spells on muggles, rebuilding the city when magical things were the cause. He was even a subtle witness to the threat of Gellert Grindelwald.

He could see magical places and events, but his life was focused on his restaurants. One night, while leaving one of his restaurants, he confronted a vampire who was feeding on a human in an alley.

He had never created a vampire himself before and seeing another one like that had baffled him.

''What are you planning to do with the body?'' Angel asked, as the vampire dropped his victim on the ground.

Surprised, the vampire prepared to flee, but Angel was faster and grabbed him by the neck against the brick wall. The vampire had bloodshot eyes and black veins crisscrossed his face.

"Are you like me? Leave me!'' begged the vampire.

"Are you sick or what? You want to get me caught killing a human so close to my restaurant?'' Angel said.

''I dunno! I dunno! Your restaurant? What?'' said the vampire.

Angel slammed him into the brick and the vampire cried out in pain.

''Who made you?'' asked Angel.

The vampire grabbed Angel's arm, trying to get out of his grip.

"San… Sanguini. Ah! Let me go!'' Said the vampire.

Sanguini... the only other vampire he knew of in the area, or rather, in another state: Miami. Why would he make a vampire? Everyone minded their own business and left the other alone. Sanguini was more of a gangster, dealing in drugs and firearms. He was practically untouchable, given his vampiric powers, a bit like him in fact.

Angel released him, but not without kicking him in the ribs with his boot. The vampire groaned in pain and spat out blood.

"Don't you dare come back in my area!" Angel spat. "And warned Sanguini that if I see one of your kind here again, it will be your head that he will find on a stake."

The vampire nodded repeatedly before running away. Angel looked at the corpse and sighed. He hadn't had to dispose of a body in several years. He leaned towards the body and slashed its face and neck. He then carried him on his shoulder and used his vampiric speed to take it to one of the canals furthest from the city, far from his restaurants. He then quickly went to his mansion, covered in blood. He avoided his security guards and jumped onto his bedroom balcony before taking off his clothes and going into the bath.

He heard one of his servants enter his room. A bit normal with the noise he must have made.

"Angel?"

"Antoine. I'm in the bath. Burn my clothes.'' Said Angel.

Antoine opened the bathroom door. He looked nervous.

''Sir! I'm relieved to see you... there are... there are people with strange clothes who have just arrived...'' Antoine began before seeing the blood on Angel. "Sir, are you injured?" Then, he whispered. "Should I tell them to come back?"

Angel tried to remove the blood by rubbing vigorously.

"Describe them to me."

Antoine nervously picked up the clothes from the tiles.

''Um… A crown! The tallest man wore a crown...he had long, silver-white hair, with pointed ears, like you, in fact, blue eyes as clear as the sky..."

Angel stopped rubbing and looked at Antoine, blinking.

The king? The king of vampires is in his living room?

Angel stood up suddenly, water splashing on the floor, and he got out of the tub before grabbing a towel.

''Antoine, put my laundry in a bag and you will burn it when… when these people are gone. But first... go see them and tell them I'll be there in a few minutes. Treat them with the utmost importance… give them everything they want… I… I'm coming."

"Yes, sir." Antoine replied before bowing and leaving towards the living room further down.

Angel quickly dried himself off and went to get some clothes from his closet. He gritted his teeth, wondering what clothing he was supposed to wear for such...guests. A few pants on the floor later, he dressed in black pants, a belt, a white shirt, and a black jacket. He looked in the mirror and the skin on his neck was reddish from too much rubbing there. He combed his hair to the side. He, of course, normally had white hair too, but he dyed his hair black using a new product on the market that seemed to work wonders for gray tones. He put on his waxed shoes and with one last glance of the mirror, he walked out of his room before quickly heading down the stairs.

He could hear the hearts of four people in his living room very clearly. Antoine waited outside the closed doors of the living room and nodded at him. Angel swallowed hard, wondering if their presence coincided with the vampire he had seen earlier. Antoine opened the door and Angel entered. Naturally, he had not heard the hearts of the other two vampires alongside the other four.

"Beaudelaire. You kept us waiting. As a registered vampire from New York, you must respond as quickly as possible when someone sends you an owl.'' Replied a man, dressed in a long coat and a badge on his arm.

Three human men, and one woman. Did he say owl?

''I don't think he knows what you're talking about, Moody.'' Another man said. ''Are you sure he received your owl? We couldn't warn him early enough, perhaps.''

The man named Moody rolled his eyes.

''Get him one of those scrolls, Dan.'' Said Moody.

The other man called Dan took out a wand and waved it in the air, causing several scrolls to appear. Angel took a step back.

Wizards.

He looked towards the vampires, and they remained silent. Angel frowned. Why were wizards talking to him and not vampires? He finally decided to talk to them.

"Nin Aran. What is the reason for your humble presence in my home?'' asked Angel.

He was relieved to see a smile on their faces, although it was brief.

''We have come... to inquire about the presence of vamps... Zeliths in this area.'' Said Nathaniel.

''I beg your pardon... Zeliths?'' Asked Angel.

''These bloodthirsty vampires who attack muggles and give a hard time to several aurors who try to cast obliviating spells.'' Said Daniel, giving Angel a parchment.

Having understood nothing of the Muggle and Auror words, he quickly read the parchment, perfectly describing the vampire he had seen earlier in the evening and had disposed of a body. The situation was more serious than he thought if these vampires were already causing him problems. He didn't want to lose his restaurants, or his life, which he had grown to love.

''I...I never sired anyone...my king. Maybe... Sanguini would know more in Miami.'' Angel said nervously.

He felt something happening in his mind, which couldn't go any further because of his vampirism, but someone had tried to see his thoughts. He didn't know how he was supposed to react to royalty or wizards. He remained as passive as possible the entire time they were at his house.

''He's telling the truth.'' Said a Moody before sniffing.

Angel studied the wizard, narrowing his eyes. He wasn't sure if he would enjoy seeing wizards, but this one didn't inspire much conviction in that appreciation.

"We must hurry, but if you see these…Zeliths, send a message." Nathaniel said.

''A message...how?'' asked Angel.

Daniel sighed loudly.

"The other scroll tells you how to get to the Ministry of Magic. You're only a few miles from here, anyway. There are several stations where you can interact with magic items and go to mail delivery points. As a non-magical creature who is part of our community, you have access to it.'' Daniel explained.

Angel looked at the parchment again while Felipe and Daniel were talking loudly as they left the living room.

"And to think that this vampire has been here for several hundred years, apparently."

The two remaining wizards approached him and bowed briefly. Angel was surprised at their show of respect.

''You'll excuse these two aurors... they don't represent what wizards are, Mr. Beaudelaire, just as we know that vampires don't all act the same way.'' Said the wizard.

''I thank you sir…?''

"Flamel. Nicholas Flamel. My wife, Perenelle. '' Said Nicholas.

"Nice to meet you." Angel replied, shaking their hands. "Are you sure you should leave?" he asked, looking at the king and queen. ''I had never met you... or any wizard for that matter, or perhaps I had, without knowing it. I dare to believe that there are not many of you…''

''No, indeed. We've had cases of...Zeliths around and we just...want to protect you.'' Nicholas said.

Angel noticed that Nathaniel had pursed his lips.

''I see... as I tell you... it's better to go see Sanguini in Miami.'' Angel assured, insisting a little.

Nicholas looked at Nathaniel who nodded before nodding towards Angel and everyone left the living room. He heard strange sounds coming from outside, then that sound again when he saw the two wizards disappear with the vampire king and queen.

A few months later, the same wizards placed a mark on his hand, and it wasn't too long after that the mark had activated and nearly ruined his life.

OoOoO

November 1961, New York

Angel stretched after another day was over. The head chef at one of his famous restaurants was the only wizard who actually worked for him. His other fifteen restaurants around the world were muggle-owned. This specific restaurant had a part magical and part muggle. Although they were in the exact same place, the wizards passed through a magical barrier, which functioned just like the Hogwarts Express station or any magical place. He had had a curiosity ever since he was visited by wizards in 1938 and went to see the Ministry of Magic. If it were possible to have greater relations with a magical world, he would not be the one who would deprive himself of it, and this was also a reason why the American Minister of Magic, as well as various personalities, regularly came to his restaurant in New York.

The muggle side's head chef, Ty Duncan, closed the restaurant with him, but as he turned the key in the door, he looked at Angel nervously.

''What's wrong, Ty?'' asked Angel.

''I have... this idea, for a new appetizer.'' Said Ty.

''Sure, are you coming with me tonight then? I'm sure I have the ingredients at home, if not, I can have them arrive tomorrow morning.'' Angel said with a smile.

"Yes, why not." Ty replied.

They took Angel's car, carpooling to his home about twenty minutes from his restaurant. What he didn't expect when he crossed the security barriers was to see Antoine, semi-panicked and approaching the car. Angel rolled down his car window.

''What's going on, Antoine?'' asked Angel.

''Sir! We tried to reach you, but you had already left! People have just arrived, and we couldn't stop them…'' Antoine muttered.

"What kind of people?" Angel asked with a frown.

''I... I think it's the same person who came to see you several years ago... with a crown!'' Said Antoine.

"Impossible… Nathaniel is dead. You must be speaking about Seth, his son. Rest assured that you couldn't have done anything more, Antoine. Take Ty home, will you?'' Angel said getting out of the car and Antoine took his place. Angel leaned down and looked at Ty. ''Ty, we shall speak again soon. You know how to run the restaurant without me."

Ty nodded, and they headed off in the other direction. He knew to never question his boss, no matter what. Angel watched them leave. The one and only time Seth's father had come to his house was to talk to him about the Zeliths. He had the burning memory of the mark on his hand, and he bit his tongue. Last year, Seth came to his restaurant with some high-ranking wizards. Despite the drama that took place, he had many more customers during the year.

He had no idea what Sanguini was doing and if he was questioned about his activities, it was not he who was in the wrong. He had a few childes here and there, hence the reason he knew about Seth's parents quickly, and one of them had died there.

Servants bowed their heads as he passed as he followed the voices he heard towards his larger living room. He pushed open the doors, which closed behind him a little too quickly, then he saw none other than Gellert Grindelwald waving his wand towards the door. He froze, realizing that Grindelwald had no heartbeat.

Although he had never gotten involved in wizarding affairs, he had very well experienced indirectly the setbacks of the wizarding war that Grindelwald had provoked. One of his restaurants had been destroyed and had not been magically repaired, not to mention the countless number of people who had been brainwashed or whatever, and they no longer came to his restaurants... not to mention, also, the mark that was imposed on him not very long later. It was not without hatred that he looked at the wizards in the room, but his focus stopped on Grindelwald.

"You." Angel spat. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, do we know each other?" Gellert asked, raising his eyebrows.

Seth stepped in front of Gellert and Angel blinked before lowering his head in submission.

"Nin Aran… sorry, welcome to my home." Angel caught himself.

''You have a disagreement with Grindelwald?'' asked Seth.

Angel swallowed crookedly and pursed his lips.

"Nin Aran. Lahwi'… why are you here?'' asked Angel.

Seth moved closer to him and took his chin between two fingers to look him straight in the eyes.

''I need your home for a while. You're the only one who owns a mansion where I can stay for my plans.'' Seth said before releasing him. "Muggles will no longer be able to approach this manor with the enchantments we are putting here."

''Plans? What plans? Why didn't you contact me before?'' asked Angel.

A laugh caught Angel's attention. A human... or someone with a heart that beat too slowly for a normal human, was sitting cross-legged on his favorite couch filing his nails.

"Poor psycho. He's the king, he does what he wants.'' Said Danyck before muttering under his breath. ''Frankly…''

Angel wondered if he was still entitled to a little respect, and he turned his attention to Seth who was giving him a half-smile.

''You will be compensated, of course... and...'' Seth began.

"I don't have enough servants to feed you all…" Angel interrupted.

Gellert took something from his jacket and threw it towards Angel who caught it. It was a vial filled with a red liquid, but it was definitely not blood.

"We are wizards." Gellert mentioned. "These potions will allow any human to provide enough blood in a day for two vampires, which is more than enough for me."

Angel clenched his jaw but looked at Seth curiously. Didn't he need blood too?

''Me and Danyck don't have to take blood every day, Angel. Your meals will be enough, as well as Vinda and Abernathy.'' Seth said, pointing to the other two people in the living room.

''My life... it's my life. Why here?'' Angel asked again with a strangled voice.

Seth cocked his head to one side.

"Cin sinte im calie ech cin-?" Seth replied in a cold tone.

A shiver ran down his spine. The memory of Emrick's orders still echoed in his head. He heard Danyck laugh. A disapproving click of the tongue from Grindelwald. What was he getting into?

"Of course…" Seth continued. "It is not my intention to harm you, Beaudelaire. Our ultimate goal, after all, is to protect our world from humans. With this goal in mind... perhaps you are more... inclined to help us?'

Angel glanced at Grindelwald before looking at Seth again.

''I have already tasted Grindelwald's plans before... and therefore, wizards. Let's just say I didn't like the experience.'' Angel said.

He never liked Emrick either, anyway. Seth seemed to understand what had happened.

''Ah. It won't be the same now. I care about my nation more than anything. Grindelwald is also a vampire, as you have seen and believe that he is also keen on our ascension.'' Seth assured.

Protect vampires and wizards from humans? He knew the horrors that humans could do to each other. He had also seen the two world wars from a distance and the terrible weapons they produced. Although he could escape any injury, a bullet to the head and that was it for him. How did the king of vampires intend to achieve his goals?

''What am I supposed to do?'' asked Angel.

"The first thing is to ensure the loyalty of those who inhabit this mansion." Gellert began. "Several…events will take place here, and we cannot afford for anyone to go to the authorities. Which leads me to tell you that anyone who opposes me... must either die, become a vampire, or have...'' Gellert took a Triune from his pocket. ''This in his head.'' Gellert put the object back in his pocket. "We will then use your restaurants to reach members of the United States Congress."

Angel was alarmed at Gellert's last words. Wanting to control the United States Congress could only mean one thing: Grindelwald would go all the way to the presidential election of the country. The congress represented everything: the economy, education, legislation, international security…

''The object you took out of your pocket... what is it exactly?'' asked Angel.

''An invention, called Triune, which allows me to control those who have it in their heads.'' Said Gellert in a proud tone.

Abernathy and Vinda gave a knowing smile. Danyck continued to file his nails, an eternal scraping sound since he entered the living room.

''Although humans are easily manipulated, I don't think wizards will let you, do you?'' Angel said.

"That's my role." Seth said. "I'll take care of bringing them here, one by one."

"And why not them?" Angel said, pointing to Vinda and Abernathy. ''With all due respect, aren't you the king? Don't you have other things to do?'

If he could avoid having the king of vampires himself stay at his house, that would suit him. The idea of knowing that Seth could order him something he didn't want scared him.

Danyck had stopped the incessant rubbing and made a grunt. Angel found himself in the air, upside down, and he let out a scream. Seth approached him again.

"You fear me, don't you, Beaudelaire?" asked Seth.

"N-not necessarily you, sir…" Angel stammered.

Angel fell back to the ground and Seth crouched beside him. Seth brought his thumb to his mouth and pierced it with his canine. Blood flowed out and Seth put his thumb in Angel's mouth. Angel grabbed Seth's hand and sucked the thumb hungrily. If his heart could beat, he knew it would explode. Instead, an enormous heat spread throughout his body, and he felt like he was seeing brief memories of the king's life. Recent memories, where the king was giving his blood to multiple vampires and he was euphoric, or was he the one now? Seth removed his hand and stood up.

"No, Beaudelaire. I won't do what Emrick did to you.'' Seth said coldly before placing his foot on Angel's stomach. ''But I can't stand being questioned about all my decisions. Is that clear?''

Angel gave another shudder but nodded frantically. The room was spinning…he felt drunk. He wished he still had wizard's blood... the blood of the king.

Translation Venthyr

"Nin Aran."

''My king.''

"Lahwi."

''Please.''

"Cin sinte im calie ech cin-?"

"You know I could force you?"