You guys are getting a bonus here, this is what you get from being a Harry Potter fanfic fanatic and spending ages playing Vampire: Bloodlines on the PC, (stupidly addictive game) I wrote two chapters for it and its an alternative idea that I had instead of the Jeanette one that I posted before. But I got to the end of the second chapter and then went: erm… can't think of how to progress lets just put this to one side.

As you probably guessed I forgot about it until now and well here you go two chapters here for you guys to look through.

Summary: During the summer before Harry's Seventh year, Harry is thrust into a world that he could never have dreamed of, a World of Darkness

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or World of Darkness, they each belong to their respective owners and I'm just jumping into the huge sandbox that is there.

Notice: I'm messing about with ages a bit, with the seventh years being aged 18.

Rating: M

Pairing: Harry/Velvet Velour

He staggered into the club, clutching his side his breath ragged as his life blood seeped through the wound in his side and through his fingers. The woman standing behind the counter cried out in shock as he stumbled down the first step his hand snapping out onto the glass counter to catch himself a bloody handprint left as he moved on further into the club again stumbling as he moved to the next steps into the main area.

As he entered the main section of the club a patron saw him and immediately moved to help him but he pushed the person away looking at him and with a slight shake of his head as the man went for his mobile phone he continued his shaky journey towards the VIP section. The Bouncer stepped in front of him stopping his progression and the man stopped swaying slightly before leaning against the wall for support the music in the background stopping as both patrons and staff members watched him.

"I… I need to…" His breath ragged, his voice cracked and dry, weak from blood loss as his vision blurred his shoulders slumping, "I need to speak to V!" He said sharply and smiled as he saw a delicate hand rest on the bouncers shoulder gently moving him to the side.

"Poor Harry," She muttered mournfully walking up to him cupping his chin in her hands helping him to focus on her. "I was afraid they would try this." She said letting go of his chin and lifting his arm and resting it over her shoulder. She leant her head against his and whispered. "One step at a time," as she started to lead him up the stairs.

Harry coughed painfully as they reached V's private room and smiled. "I think, I think I've finally made up my mind." Harry said as she lowered him onto the sofa in the room. "I want your offer…" he said trailing off weakly.

She smiled slightly sitting next to him on the couch gently turning his head to face her. "I am glad you did." She whispered a glimmer of happiness in her voice. "I do not think I could have let your essence be extinguished now, even if you refused." She whispered leaning in and kissing him, her lips brushing softly against his. "Please forgive me for bringing this curse upon you." She said slowly tilting her head to the side and gently biting into his neck. Harry let out a gasp his hand clutching the arm of the sofa, he let out a quiet moan as the pain dulled as a numbness began to engul him, his grip slacked moments later feeling a small trickled of blood that velvet had missed running down his neck feel like fire on his cold skin.

His vision blurring as the last of his life blood was drained a clodness gripped him, he attempted to lift his hand to touch her cheek but his body refused to respond, a brief moment of panic gripped him as his eyes drooped shut not listening to his dull quiet mental commands as a the last of his breath left his body.

His eyes snapped open hunger and shock gripping him as he shout up into a sitting position, he couldn't think, couldn't focus, where was he? What had happened? He couldn't think! Hunger gnawed at him, the noise downstairs gripped him the sound of loud music the sound of people the sound of dancing noise, life, passion, blood, hunger, sexual desire, food. It gripped him controlling him he wanted it, he wanted to taste it to enjoy it something to stop the hunger. He staggered to his feet, attemptiong to walk he fell flat top his knees his legs stiff from not being used for however long he had slept for. He pulled himself up again shkingly he reached for the door handle.

It turned before he touched it and he lowered his arm as Velvet walked in holding a large mug for him. "It will calm the thirst for now." She said softly. "Please drink." She said holding it out to him. Slowly and stiffly he took the offered mug the smell overpowering his other senses as he lifted it to his lips the red liquid fresh as it trickled down his throat.

She watched him a smile on her face as she turnd back towards the door. "Prepare yourself, Nines will be calling for us…" She stopped in surprise as the door slammed open a wooden stake flying through the air and piercing her chest. Her hand reached up in surprise as she staggered back falling backwards on to the floor lleaning against the bed a look of shock on her face.

Harry blinkwed in surprise at how fast the person moved as he threw another stake at Harry.

Years of Quidditch and playing as a seeker helped him react barely fast enough raising his arm the stake piercing his arm, he shouted in pain ripping the stake out and throwing it to one side and gaped at the person as he drew a sword. "In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal Damnation." The man said swiping at Harry who barely jumped back in time stumbling in the confined room. Harry growled at him, he was hungry, still remarkably disorientated and now threatened by an unknown Hunter. The beast was growling inside of him and he sidestepped another swipe stepping forward and slamming into the hunter tackling the man to the ground the guy grunting in shock at the blow. He lifted his knee forcing his foot into Harry's chest pushing him away, Harry quickly reacted pulling himself to his feet instinctively knowing that if he lowered his guard even for a second it would mean his death. He felt something wet hit his face and screamed in pain as his face, eyes, mouth all started burning he clawed at his face trying to wipe the chemical off dropping to his knees rubbing furiously at his eyes gripping the quilt off the bed and using that as the pain spread to his hands. he turned to face his attacker kneeling near Velvet struggling to focus his vision as he reached for the stake. He knew that she was only frozen, Paralysed by the stake in her heart. The hunter moved forwards booting Harry in the ribs kocking him over, he grunted in pain his vision all but gone again as the hunter walked forwards the sounds of his boots clicking on the floor. A small metal scratching noise as he pulled his sword off of the ground stepping towards Harry.

Harry knelt waiting relying purely on his sense of hearing the sense of smell overwhelmed by the smell of his own flesh being melted by the acid.

Another footstep and Harry lashed out widly the Hunter laughing as he dodged the attack and delivered a quick punch to his face knocking Harry to the gloor.

A smile crossed Harry's lips, as damaged as they were and the Hunter cursed as Harry snapped up grabbing the stake.

All he head was a muttered "shit" before VV vanished and reappeared behind him moving faster than he could see. The hunter in panic swung his elbow back oping to catch her off guard but she reacted faster grabbing his arm twisting it in a tight grip a crack was heard and the man yelled in pain gripping a knife with his other hand and pushing it into her somach.

She gasped in pain grabbing his arm with a tug pulled it out of its socket. The grip on the knife loosening as she slammed him to the ground his head hitting the floor with a sickening crack. She stood back up looking at the hole in her shirt with disappointment. She grabbed the unconscious Hunter by the back of the neck and pulled him over to Harry. "Instinct is a powerful tool." She said and released her grip on the hunter. "She knelt down to Harry, guiding him to the hunter. "feed," she said softly."

Woah, woah, woah, WOAH! I'm sure yor confused I mean I would be too. Harry potter the boy who lived willingly wanting to be a vampire? Almost dead? Lets jump back 2 months. It's the summer before his sixth year at Hogwarts. Sirius had been killed and Dudley had won tickets to Hollywood.

The flight had been uneventful, Petunia had slept, Vernon read for a bit before sleeping and then Dudley had watched the in flight movie, slept and complained about the food – well the size of the portion. Either way the trip had been relatively smooth except for a slight patch of turbulence.

When they arrived it had been full limo service for the group as they were taken to the new hotel that had opened about a month ago, rebuilt after the old one had burnt down (it had been rumoured that it was arson and a murder suicide event had happened but not enough evidence had ever been found, or so Harry had been told.)

Harry wasn't paying attention to the flight, the Dursley's actions and he hadn't paid much attention to Hermione when she had told him about the murders at the hotel, he was still struggling to get over the death of his Godfather who had been killed by his own blood his cousin Bellatrix. Harry had tried to chase him, to catch him before he fell through the veil but Lupin had grabbed him. Why did he stop him, he could have saved him.

They arrived at the hotel, the woman behind the desk looking slightly tired and Harry mused that it must be coming to the end of her shift as the Bellhop asked if he could assist the group but Vernon shooed him away and Harry was forced to struggle with the bags. As he moved towards the lift a shiver ran down his spine and he turned his head a red haired woman in casual clothing stood at the bar talking to another, blonde haired woman standing in full business attire.

As if sensing that Harry was looking at them the red haired woman turned looking directly at his eyes a small smile on her lips and Harry broke eye contact quickly moving in to the lift.

He didn't know why but something about that woman was making him feel uneasy. He turned and pressed the button for the floor which the room had been on and then felt his eyes drift towards the woman who nodded her head ever so slightly as the door closed a knowing look in her eyes.

A huge blow out between Vernon and Harry took place shortly after the doors were shut, and by huge blow out we mean Vernon hurling abuse at Harry about holding them up and how he had better not ruin the holiday for them. Harry of course just stood there listening to Vernon but not saying anything at all.

To be honest with you, he didn't plan on sticking around very long.

When he had first heard that they were going to America Harry was going to do something, which he had never thought he would do.

He was going to run away, away from the Dursley's, away from the abuse, away from Voldemort, away from the wizarding world away from it all.

To hell with the war, to hell with the backstabbing Wizarding world, to Hell with it all. He had lost someone who had tried to help him, tried to lead him to a better life, someone trying shine a little light on the darkness that had surrounded and almost suffocated him.

The night continued on and Harry had to smile at the Dursley's predictability. Harry was forced to sleep on the sofa. Vernon not being the most sensible person with his belongings left his wallet sitting on the table in the room and as Harry sat there staring at it both his Gryffindor Courage and his Slytherin sneakiness speaking to him. An internal battle whether or not to run out on it all.

Eventually both sides of him reached the agreement. He stood up moving quickly across the table and grabbed the wallet before walking out the door. The Dursley's didn't wake, the loud snores easily covering the footfalls and the door closing behind him.

Moving towards the stairs Harry quickly opened the door and darted down skipping a step every now again as he rushed to get out of the building. Reaching the ground floor he pulled open the door and as he walked towards the front door he turned his head and saw a blonde haired woman in one of the shortest mini skirts and a size too small School shirt tied at the front showing off her incredible chest. She saw Harry and smiled winking at him to which he felt a blush start to form on his cheeks before he quickly left the hotel a smile on his face. As he walked out on to the street at the Taxi stand he saw a lone yellow cab waiting for its next fare.

Harry checked the wallet, seeing enough money to at least get him away from here he walked over.

The man in the driver seat turned his head before he had even got close. His dark sunglasses reflecting the light from of the lamppost and Harry wondered how he was even able to see him or how he had heard him when he had barely taken a step towards the taxi.

As Harry got closer the man smiled slightly and Harry stood by the taxi.

"where to?"

TBC

There's the end of the first chapter I hope you enjoyed it I know I did writing it.