Edit: 21/01/17jm

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Chapter 1:

Harry curled up under the tree, watching his Master torture the poor human that lay on the forest floor. His Master did enjoy playing with his food first. He said they tasted better when they were terrified. Harry turned away from those bright blue eyes staring at him. Pleading him to help. He couldn't. He couldn't disobey his Master. His Master was too strong, and Harry was too weak from the starvation and constant lessons his Master subjected him to. He had been with his Master for a few years now.

Harry had been kicked out of his relative's home for the evening, while they had friends round for dinner. He had spent his time in the local park sat on a swing. None of the other kids came near him. He was the crazy nephew of the Dursley's. The children who lived locally were told to never go near him. So Harry's life was one of loneliness.

It was on this evening that his Master found him. It had long since turned dark, and everyone was in their homes, warm and comfortable in front of a TV or curled up in bed. He wasn't allowed back until after midnight. It had been a warm evening at least. Harry had been looking up at the stars when something hard hit him from behind, sending him flying off the swing and onto the ground with a painful thump.

The next thing he knew, he was being flipped onto his stomach, and his clothes being ripped off him. Harry remembered panicking. Fighting back had been useless and painful. Harry knew he had been raped, but the actual act had been buried away in his mind. He could just not deal with it. He had been human then. It had hurt so much more than it did now.

Harry vividly remembered spending several days in burning agony. Then once he had awoke, his Master had started to train him. Harry learnt that he was now a Vampire. His Master had been overwhelmed with his scent, and had wanted him by this side forever, as his pet.

Harry had learned that while a vampires preferred diet was human blood, they could survive on the blood of animals. He had refused to feed off of humans. He had received many beatings for denying his Master, but in the end, the man had given up, but had restricted his feeding to one night a month to keep him weak.

His lessons had been nothing like school. His Master taught him to be the perfect pet. To obey every demand. How to pleasure his Master in many ways. With his hand, mouth and ass.

Harry jumped and looked up as a thump sounded close by. The body of the human his Master had been torturing was now dead, drained, at his feet.

"I don't understand you denying what you are and not drinking from these pathetic meat sacks" Him Master sneered at him.

Harry kept quiet. It was better not to answer. It would get him a beating. And he was still recovering from last night's activities. His Master liked rough sex. Liked to bit him, snap bones, tear scratches through his marble skin.

"We are going to go up the West Coast. I have heard that there are shape shifting wolves in the Washington state area, and I'm ever so curious to find out if it's true. They are said to protect the humans from Vampires. I doubt anything could beat me in a fight." With that, the man was off, heading in the direction he said, leaving Harry to deal with the body a catch up.

Standing up, careful not to agitate his wounds, Harry dug a hole for the human girl on the ground. She couldn't have been more than 15 at most. Harry felt for her and her family. But, he just couldn't go against his Master. Burying the body, Harry bowed his head in a silent goodbye, and turned to catch up to his Master.

Catching up hadn't been a problem. Harry had been fast as a human, and now even faster as a Vampire. Even faster than his Master. He had never dared to though. His Master would be very angry for 'showing him up'.

Having already been in North California, Harry caught up to his Master half way through Oregon an hour after splitting up. His Master gave him a sharp glance, then promptly ignored him. Harry hated his current life. It was not what he hoped it would be at all, though he had to admit, seeing the world had been amazing.

They had starting with traveling the rest of England, then had moved through France, then Germany and Poland. They had then hopped a plane over to America and had been here since. They mostly stayed out the way of the humans, but occasionally went into the cities, usually to lure out a human, or to steal some new clothes.

Harry shook himself out of his thoughts as him Master came to a stop in the middle of a forest. It was beautiful. It must rain a lot here, Harry thought. There was green everywhere. And hundreds of flowers. Moonlight shone through the treetops, creating a gentle glow.

"They should be around here. Come out, come out, little wolves" His Master called out into the night. Harry shuffled on nervous feet. His gut was telling him to run, and run fast. From a distance, Harry heard feet hitting the ground. With how fast the feet were falling, they had to be running, and there was more than one. He couldn't tell how many, but it was enough for him to turn and run. Or he would have if his Master hadn't grabbed his arm and thrown him down.

Now the creatures were mere metres away, and Harry could hear their growls and deep breathes. A moment later, five giant wolves came charging at them. His Master jumped at them, knocking two of them down, before a third got a hold of his arm. His Master punched the animal in the eye, but it held fast and gave the others time to latch onto other parts of his body.

"Master!" Harry called out. This man was his life. He didn't know what he would do without him. He wouldn't know where to go. He did the know anyone, but his Master a day his old family, and he really didn't want to go back there.

"Help me boy! Get them off me!" snarled his Master. It must have really hurt to ask his help.

Before Harry could finish standing, the wolves had torn his Master into several pieces and had turned to him. Harry didn't think, he just turned and ran. Ran as hard and as fast as he could. He didn't want to die here. Not like this. Seeing a stream up ahead, Harry jumped up onto a tree and leapt over the body of water and crashed into something that had definitely not been there a second before. A thunderous clash was heard throughout the area.

Harry tried to get up and run again, but solid rock like arms closed around him and held him still. He thrashed as much as he could, he bit into one of the arms, kicked back into unmoving legs, but he was no match for the being holding him.

Harry then realised he could hear screaming and pleading, his screams and pleads. With that realisation he quietened down to a low growl in the back of his throat and stopped his struggling. Once he stopped, he could now hear voices. They were arguing. About him. One voice wanted him. To kill him. Another voice argued for his life. For him to be put in their care. That they would make sure he didn't kill any humans.

Harry started up his struggling once again. He didn't want to be someone's property again. He didn't want that life again. He was becoming dizzy as he hyperventilated. Something he didn't realise Vampires could do. Suddenly, a wave a calm hit him and he sagged in his captors arms. He didn't know what happened, and strangely, he didn't seem to care. Someone around him had a power, but he couldn't even muster up the strength to lift his head and look.

Soon, his captor passed him over to another, one who held him gently, like one would hold a baby, and his head was tilted up until he was looked into pools of liquid amber. They were the prettiest eyes he had seen in a while. In them he could seem concern and his own pitch black eyes reflected back at him.

"Can you tell me your name?" The words spoken softly from the man holding him. Harry just stared. He couldn't find the energy to reply. Not that he wanted to. His didn't plan on staying, so these Vampires didn't need to know his name. It was safer this way.

"Jasper, ease up a little, would you?" The man said to another man out of his sight.

As suddenly as before, the haze and calm over his mind lifted slightly, enough to give him the motivation to try and escape again. With that, Harry twisted, sinking teeth into one of the arms around him. Or he would have, if his face hadn't been grabbed and yanked back, and the haze came back.

"Please don't fight us. We want to help you. Please tell me your name?" Harry looked back into those eyes, and saw sadness and disappointment. It instantly made him feel guilty. This man hadn't hurt him. Had fought for his life against those monsters.

"Harry" He whispered. The man gave him a bright smile and a gentle squeeze.

"We are going to go back to our home. You can have a shower and get some clean clothes and we can sit down and have a chat, OK?"

It wasn't long before Harry found himself freshly washed and wrapped in clean clothes, even if they were huge on him, sat on a comfy sofa between the man who had carried him here and another man covered in scars much like his. He was sure this second man was the one who had a haze over his mind.

Scattered around the room were two other males and three females. All staring at him. Through the haze came a spike of anxiety, causing him to pull his knees to his chest and hide his head in them. An old childish thought of 'I can't see them, so they can't see me' popped into his head. A snicker was heard from the other side of the room. From one of the males. Harry peeked up and frowned at the grin on the others face, then glared and hid once more.

"Harry, no one here will hurt you. I promise. Let me introduce everyone. I am Carlisle, also next to you is Jasper. Next we have Alice, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, and my wife, Esme" Them man, Carlisle pointed out each of the other Vampires, once I had looked up at him.

"May I ask how old you are?" Carlisle smiled

"How old are you?" Harry shot back. He knew he was being given rude, but just didn't care. He just wanted to be left alone. His Master was gone, and now he was alone. What the heck was he meant to do now? He doubted the skills his Master had taught him would help him now. He rightly assumed that these Vampires were civilised and would find his skill set repulsive. Heck, he found his skill set repulsive.

The bronze haired Vampire, Edward, made a noise in the back of his throat and looked pained and sick. Harry frowned again. What was this guy's deal?

Carlisle chuckled, but there was a glint in his eye that promised punishment if he continued to be rude. What that punishment was, he hadn't a clue. These Vampires didn't seem the type to beat each other. They seemed like a family, as weird as that sounded to him.

"I am 365 years old. I was born in 1640, and bitten when I was 23 years old"

Not even Master was that old, Harry thought, this guy was practically ancient.

"I'm 14. Master bit me when I was 9" Harry mumbled. He hated that he was so young when he was changed. He was forever stuck as this tiny little kid.

"9" Carlisle breathed, looked horrified. "I had hoped you were older and just small for your age"

"I'm already small for my age. I was shorter than the kids the year below me at school" Harry grumbled. If he had been standing, he was sure he would have stamped a foot, as humiliating as that would have been. Sometimes he just couldn't control his childish side.

"We'll, either way, you have a new home here with us. Our number one rule is 'no hurting humans'. That includes feeding from them. You will have to stay home until you have enough control to be around them".

"I have plenty control" Harry glared up at the handsome blonde. Carlisle raised an eyebrow at him, with a hard look in his eyes. He was pushing his luck. He knew that. Be he didn't care. He was through with the day. Through with being told what to do. He had gone from one Master to another.

Harry used his speed to shoot off the sofa and dive for the door, he was half way out, before he was pulled back against a strong chest and marble arms wrapped around his squirming form.

"Let me go, bastard! Let go!" Harry screamed wiggling as much as he could. As the calm haze became stronger, Harry just screamed and kicked even harder. He was vaguely aware of being carried out of the room and into another. He was shocked back into the haze by a firm strong hand falling swiftly onto his backside. Harry froze. He had never been spanked before. Beaten and tortured, yes, but never spanked.

"Will you listen now?" Carlisle asked, setting Harry on his feet between his legs, holding onto his hands.

"You, you can't do that!" Harry exclaimed, shock still running through his system.

"While you are under my roof, I will punish you when you step out of line" Carlisle calmly stated.

"I'm not your kid. You can't keep me here" Harry growled, pulling on his arms, but knowing it was useless.

"You are a child in need of a home and family. You are too young to be on your own. Vampire or not. If any other Vampire had found you, you'd likely be taken to the Volturi, and they will decide your fate. You are on the boarder of what is considered an immortal child. Immortal children are forbidden. Usually, any child under 10 would be killed, but I am friends with them. I will be able to keep you safe and alive. If you leave, I cannot do that"

"Fine" Harry sighed, dropping his head to look at the floor.

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