Demon's Calling

Chapter 1: Moon Light

An: don't worry this does not mean that I am giving up on Lost But Not Yet Broken. I've just had this idea for awhile and want to get started on it. I'm already planning out how to type up chapter 10 of lbnyb cause I know all my faithful readers are just dieing to know how I'm going to save my ass from the screw up that I did in chapter 9 and still make it look like it flows. *cackles madly*. Well believe it or not I'm currently in between classes and this is what I'm doing while I wait for good ol' psychology to start.

Warnings: there will be angst because I am a bitch. And I love angst. This will be a Severus/Harry. It is Alternate Universe. So the characters maybe OOC oh, and of course I would never leave out Draco buwhahahahah. Lucius whom I just love to pick on I am still debating but he's in here somewhere.

An2: um this is kinda like a prologue I'm testing the plot out through the prologue to see if it will flow. So bear with me. Hopefully you will like it and begin to REVIEW so that I may be motivated to continue in my explorations here of that pink squishy flesh in between my ears called brains. Oh and work sucks, school sucks, life sucks. Anymore questions? Good!.

Disclaimer: Don't own it. If I did do you honestly think I'd share. Hah!

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Darkness – I have lived my life in the presence of darkness and, I find, that I am rather suited for it. I am outcast among them, used for their own purposes and thrown away like a rabid dog. Long have I yearned for the feel of soft warmth on my skin, to feel what "they" say I can never feel. I am what I am, and they despise me for it, use me for it, and fear me for it. 

Then one day as I walked the fields of rotting trees and demon eyes, I stumbled upon a clearing so diverse from the stale death that surrounded me so – alive. Luscious buds of blooming violets littered the ground. Forest green blades, as if freshly grown, blew softly under the night breeze. Veins silhouetted by pearl like petals moved on their own accord, slithering within the grassy meadows and beds of violet buds. The shadow of the forest surrounding such beauty would not touch them, would not infect it with it's stench of death. And as my gaze fell once again on conscious veins, I noticed a pattern in their movement and an urgency to reach their destination. So, I followed their way through the night and gasped.

There in the center of a blossoming field surrounded by decadence and death, under a moonlit sky lay a figure on all fours radiated by this pure white sky from the heavens. Raven black feathered wings sprouted majestically from its back spreading widely as if trying vainly to reach the heavens and as I neared I noticed that each feather was perfect. Not one out of place, not one sporting the frazzled look of having done a long hard flight, and each beautiful black feather I realized was indeed not entirely black; the tips of each and every feather were of a bright silver that almost trailed down like water until it eventually became lost within the ebony of the feathers. I had never seen such a sight and as my gaze fell to their owner I was astounded to find that the figure was not only human but a young boy – no, man.

There he lay; wings spread, raven silky hair falling in bangs hiding his face, arms and hands shaking as if trying to keep himself from falling completely. His body was perfect in everyway; smooth muscled rippled under his tender struggles, strong slender legs hidden by black silk, tanned skin (not pale like I had expected) glistened under the moon light. And I found myself unable to move, to breath. Only two words escaped my lips in a soft whispered caress, two words that the wind had to of carried to this magnificent creature. "Demon's calling"

Surely I believed what I said. For, what else could bring such inexplicable beauty amongst debauchery and death? What else could instill within me a desire so strong it threatened to rip my soul apart and yet elicit me to stay away? In no way could this creature, this man be an angel so, surely he was a demon…… My thoughts have runaway from me as I find myself gazing into emerald eyes. They were cold eyes, bearing cat shaped pupils and a red so bright and dark that it melded with the brightness of the green in his eyes that they seemed to bleed in their intensity.

And I could not turn away from those hard demon eyes. But, I did not fear them either. So I challenged this being whom I could tell had the power to carry me into oblivion should it desire to do so. I felt myself drown within the depth of his eyes as he spoke to me. His voice was a deep baritone eliciting strength and authority but, possessing a mischievous quality. A shiver made its way down my spine as he rose gracefully from his crouched position; his wings glistened and wrapped themselves around his form like the warm arms of a mother giving comfort and warmth. His voice boomed through the clearing as clear as a starless night and yet I knew that he was not shouting but merely speaking in soft tones.

"Demon's calling you say. It is imprudent to here such words from one who is not mortal….vampire."

My eyes widen in not only shock but despair, for, he knew what I was and he would shun me as well. What creature would accept such a man as me? One that lingers in darkness forever and neither changes nor evolves. One, whose soul has been stripped from his very being only to be placed in the hands of mortals so that they may amuse themselves with it.

"Tell me vampire do you believe me a demon cast down from Hades? You who have lived death and breathed hatred would be so bold as to cast the same fate on one whom  you do not know." he said spreading his wings wide and free in a furry that shook the very trees that rotted around us.

I felt a shame I had not felt in decades at his words. For, he was correct in his furry and I a fool to judge so quickly and I quickly spoke to him "No, not degradation but, for one as yourself I merely that only a demon's calling would bring upon such magnificence to this dying land."

"Even death has its beauty. You are testament of that vampire. A Demon's calling requires that Hades itself open its bowls and release and force of which has not been seen for eons. There is no magnificence in destruction vampire."

"I am not as experienced as most but I have seen much. I do not see beyond the veil upon my eyes but, will you tell me who you are."

I saw his eyes soften slightly at my inquisitiveness and I knew that whatever this man was, he, valued knowledge. Suddenly, I felt as if I were to die in a field of dreams when his small chuckled fluttered to my ears, strong and cheerful.

"Not today vampire. You are not ready to know one as I but, perhaps in time. You have certainly intrigued me this night and perhaps I shall visit upon you once more. Good night."

Not even the speed of a God could have given me the time to respond to those words before the man before me had spread out his arms as if submitting him-self to whatever deity had given him birth, and lifted him-self into the night sky. And, as I watched him fly in pitch void of the night sky, I could only discern the silvery tips of his feathers as the moon light shimmered off them. However, I knew that this night would not leave me. All the disparity in him now held a spark of hope, of need, of desire in its wake and I knew that I would wait and I would search for this being that has granted me such a gift and I would love him for all that eternity could give me.

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AN: well there you have it the prologue as I have written it in all my glory. Buwahahahaha. I hope you like and please give me feedback!