WARNING! DO NOT READ IF YOU FIND ANY OF THE FOLLOWING OFFENSIVE. Brutal rape, child abuse, slavery, SLASH, blood, gore, foul language, etc.

AN: hey guys! Here's another one I had this one bouncing around in my head for a while and I decided to get it out there tell me if you like/hate it though no flames as I HAVE warned you this will not be a nice story at the beginning. It gets better but this is more to give the backing of Harry's personality. If you don't like it you can skip this chap and the next if you need to. :P kay hope you like.

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Prolouge: Agony

Harry trudged down the dreary street slowly, trying not to pull at the open the weeping wounds on his shoulders and back, hissing slightly when his jacket scraped across them causing more blood to seep out. 'Stupid Uncle Vernon. Like I could have known he would lose a client today. Urgh, anger management anyone?' Grumbling slightly at his thoughts he startled a bit when he heard something from the alleyway ahead of him, it sounded like a low growl and moan put together. Pausing he wondered if maybe he should cross the road to avoid it, but decided against it as his wounds pulled once more and reluctantly he continued on.

As he slowly came even with the opening he was roughly yanked into the dank dark alley and shoved back first into a wall, causing him to scream out in agony before a rough set of lips and teeth set about devouring his mouth cutting him off. Whimpering he tried to push the guy off of him, and it was definitely a male as he could feel a rather large erection against his stomach, only to be met with what felt like marble and only ended up hurting himself. Harry squirmed when the cold air suddenly hit his slightly over heated flesh from the infection that had begun setting in and realized that the guy had literally just ripped his clothes off.

Letting out a yell and then shouting, "Let me go! What are you doing! Stop!" when he felt his legs being held in a bruising grip and stuck around the guys hips and then his world descended into agony, as the man thrust up into him with no preparation whatsoever and then set a bone breaking pace grunting and snarling out that "he wanted this" and "wasn't he such a good whore." Harry had tears of agony and shame dripping steadily down his face and he felt his femur break from the grip the guy had on his right leg, his left leg popped out of its socket then his hip broke in a blinding flash of pain that caused him to see white. When the guy stilled Harry breathed a sigh of relief thinking it was over as he felt the man cum deep inside him, then he cried out as the man bit him. He BIT him! And the pain tripled tenfold seemingly causing the man, no monster, to get hard again and begin pounding into him even harder.

By now Harry had withdrawn into his mind trying to block out the agonizing pain and horror of what was happening. 'What did I do to deserve this? First my Uncle now this! Let me just die already if this is all I have been living for!' Harry zoned out and vaguely noted that the monster was on his fifth erection causing him to think, does he never tire? Surely that's not human, none of this is human! Harry barely managed to mumble out, "What are you?" before the man smirked menacingly at him and said, "I'm a vampire and soon you will be too. The name is James, but you may only call me Master you little slut."

Shutting out the rest of the world as his world crumbled around him he didn't realize that James carried him far away from that alley and then continued to bite and pound into him the three whole days it took for him to turn into a vampire. He didn't know that his eyes stayed their unnatural emerald green color or that they stayed staring straight above him as James pounded into him or that James was unnerved by it nor did he know that finally annoyed and creeped out by his stare James placed a pillow over his head, which ironically, caused him to have no bit marks above his collar bones, James seemed determined to bite every inch of his skin he could reach in retaliation.

When he finally pulled himself free from his mind four days later, which had saved his human memories, not that he counted that as a plus but there you go, when he subconsciously realized he wasn't being brutally raped anymore he found himself lying in the middle of a forest naked and covered in silver scars shaped like teeth marks and able to see clearer than ever before. His hearing was phenomenal as well, being able to hear the man who had called himself James walking back with something struggling in his arms. He could also feel the earth and the wind as if they were apart of him and he could also feel the small stream about three miles north of where he sat.

Hearing what sounded like a frantic drum beat he cocked his head to the side and turned in the direction it was coming from, James' direction. Scrambling backwards Harry hit a tree causing it groan before stilling as he had hit it harder than he thought possible, when James came into sight and a slow hungry grin came over his face as he caught sight of Harry cowering away from him.

"Hello, my little whore. I brought you something to eat, sorry it's only a mountain lion but until you can control yourself better this will have to do. I so do not want the Volturri after my ass for not being able to control you." James had the huge mountain lion by the scruff of its neck and held it out to Harry who was staring intently at its' throat, "Well, go on eat it." James gave it a little shake and Harry gave up resisting as the burning in his throat became too much and he pounced on it and ripped into its' throat moaning as the most delicious taste flooded his mouth and greedily began gulping down the life force of the gigantic animal that was scrabbling at his chest and arms futilely.

Before he knew it he was thrown face down in the dirt as James moaned out, "Damn that's fucking hot." And again plunged into his once again tight arse, this time Harry had to hold back a moan as something deep inside was hit forcefully causing his prick to harden against his will causing a dry sob to emit from his throat as he attempted to buck the vampire off of him, "Ple..Please! 't!"

James chuckled cruelly before reaching around and saying, "It feels like you're enjoying this you little whore. Maybe you like pain well if that's the case don't mind if I do." With this James set a brutalizing pace even for a vampire and started biting Harry's shoulders which caused Vampires a fair bit of pain still, and dragged his fingernails roughly down his back bringing up tears in his skin that closed right back up all while pounding into that spot deep inside of Harry causing the pleasure and pain to mix and soon Harry was cumming faster and harder than he ever had before.

His fingers scrabbled in the dirt as he dry sobbed again in humiliation causing the grass to wilt and die as his unnoticed power caused his pain to be inflicted on the earth near him as well. After three more times James sighed in satisfaction. "Alright, we should head out now whore. Get up!" This was delivered with a kick to the side as Harry had stopped giving out a reaction the second time around. Harry gracefully made his way to his feet even through the slight pain he felt as it was way less than he would have thought he'd have from a brutal rape like that one, in fact the only thing still hurting were the bite marks on his back and only very little. "Remember you are to call me Master, even around the others, is that understood?"

Harry bit his lip then nodded resentfully, "Yes, m. master." He got a gleeful smirk in return causing him to flinch slightly. As they walked away they didn't notice that the mountain lion twitched before shakily rising to its' feet and shaking itself then carefully moving off into the forest, none the worse for wear other than a slight dizziness from blood loss.

Harry would find that he could control if he killed his prey or not and also if they would feel pain or a sort of bliss as he bit them. He would keep this and his control of some of the elements a secret not wanting James to use him more than he already was. Ninety-five years would pass in this fashion Harry locking himself away in his mind every time his 'Master' used his body and when James, Victoria, and Laurent went out to get 'dinner' he would practice and get control over his abilities.