Wandless - A Harry Potter Fanfic 12 Chapter 11 - Preparations For The Future

"If you don't make any sudden moves or actions, then you will be released tomorrow," the nurse said before leaving.

"Well, this will be boring," mumbled Vincent as he picked up a book at the side to read.

He was currently in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He brought there by Sister An and was told that even though he was even lucky to be alive, the injury could easily be fixed.

"Apparently, a hole in the stomach is a simple matter to fix," Vincent thought, as he patted his now fixed stomach, the healing didn't even leave a scratch, "wonder what's serious then."

Sister An had brought him a large bunch of books on Vampires so he could understand more about them.

"Blessings are given by a bite to the neck, only the King has the power to create n.o.bles, n.o.bles construct their weapon with their blood, Knights can be promoted to n.o.ble if the King finds them worthy."

"Ok, so nothing here explaining what's a King's candidate," he mumbled as he set the books aside.

"First day at Hogwarts, angering Professor Snape," a voice said, "First day back in London, getting your stomach impaled. Your one troublemaker you know Vince?"

Sister An came in holding a bag of grapes. She looked extremely tired from last night.

"Thanks for saving me Sister An," Vincent smiles as he popped a grape into his mouth.

"You wouldn't need saving if you didn't jump in front of that spear," she said sighing.

"I can't leave someone to die," Vincent said seriously, "it's not in my nature."

"Well you wouldn't be you without it," she said, "we need to talk."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you," Vincent said as he frowned, "what's a King's candidate?"

"One that has the potential to become King of the Vampires," she said, "your actions last night must have won that Vampire's respect. Then again, saving the enemy was a really stupid idea!"

"Whatever happened to those two vampires anyway?" Vincent asked.

"The Knight was sentenced to Azkaban on the account of turning a muggle into a vampire which they managed to reverse as it had happened recently," Vincent nodded as he heard the news.

"Now back to the topic at hand," Sister An sat down, "every year or so, the king would send vampires to find a worthy candidate. Those candidates are then tested to see if they're worthy of the King's position. If they fail, they would have the option of going back to their normal lives or becoming a n.o.ble. Not once in these thousand years has anyone pa.s.sed the King's tests."

"Can I ask what exactly these tests are?" Vincent asked curiously.

"Who knows, the history has not recorded any of these tests," she shrugged, "it could be that the King makes it up on the spot."

"So why did they reveal themselves last night?" Vincent frowned.

"Must have been a disagreement of sorts," Sister An said, "vampires don't usually just attack anyone, much less make a peasant out of a random muggle. Vampires are prideful creatures, they would only give the Blessing those they consider worthy. That Knight last night had broken several laws and has been given the appropriate punishment because of this."

"And Axel?"

"That n.o.ble was strange," she said, "he was probably in the middle of tracking that Knight down, so..."

"I got a hole blown in me for nothing," Vincent said smacking his head against the bedside, "I just had to get in the way of that Knight, and now I'm a target of their King."

"You still have a couple of years," Vincent looked up, "your still too young to be tested, but that still doesn't mean you should let your guard down. Be careful in the next few years."

...

"Ok, screw this!" Vincent thought as he got up from his bed, "I can't stay still like this forever, I'm going for a walk."

Vincent changed from his hospital gown to a grey s.h.i.+rt and dark blue pants that Sister An brought over.

"Alright, no one looking this way," he thought, peeking out the door, "time to go!"

He wandered the halls seeing all sorts of injuries that he didn't think possible. A man with his face slowly melting, a woman with five ears on her left, a dog that thinks it's a human.

"Or is it a human that thinks it's a dog," Vincent thought before stopping at the fourth level, "hmm, permanent damage. I think this is where I should head back—wait, is that Neville?"

Vincent saw Neville Longbottom standing over two beds with an elderly woman at his side.

"Who's on those beds?" Vincent thought curiously, "Wait, could they be—?"

"Neville, is that a friend of yours?" the elderly woman asked.

Neville turned in surprise before paling slightly as he spotted Vincent.

"Huh, too late to go now," he thought as he walked up to Neville, "hey Neville."

"Vince," Neville said shortly before turning back to the beds.

"So your Vincent," the elderly woman said as she greeted him with a handshake, "I'm Neville's grandma. Neville's told me a lot about you."

"h.e.l.lo Mrs. Longbottom," Vincent said shaking her hand, "you should be proud of Neville here, he's a hard worker."

He glanced at the signs at the end of the beds and felt his heart drop.

Frank Longbottom

Alice Longbottom

"They were very respected Auror's you know, those who fight against the Dark Arts. They were tortured into insanity by You-Know-Who's followers."

"Please stop," Neville muttered earning a glare from his grandmother.

"You should be proud of your parents Neville!" She said, "They stood up to You-Know-Who's followers they did. They were heroes."

"I wish they weren't!" Neville said starting to cry, "I wouldn't even care if they were losers, I just want my parents back."

Neville felt a flick to his forehead and turned to see Vincent.

"They're heroes, accept it or don't that's your choice," Vincent said looking at the Longbottom's, "but it is an insult for you to outright deny their sacrifice. You can't help them, but think about what you can do to honor them."

"THERE HE IS, CATCH HIM!" Vincent paled as a nurse pointed at him.

"Got to go, see you at school Neville!" Vincent said as he ran followed by staff members.

Neville and his grandmother both stared blankly as they watched the chase. Soon, it was quiet in the room.

"You have, an interesting friend," Neville's grandma chuckled.

"Yeah, he is," Neville said smiling.

...

"So this is Diagon Alley?!" Vincent asked a Leaky Cauldron waiter with bright eyes.

"Would you be fine on your own?"

"Yes, thank you!"

After an intense chase, Vincent was. .h.i.t with a freezing spell, allowing the staff to take him back to his hospital room. He was reprimanded in the morning by Sister An for causing such a ruckus in a hospital before heading out. He decided to visit Diagon Alley since he was now apart of the magic world.

He saw a variety of shops each selling amazing things. He wandered the streets, gazing through windows at the colorful a.s.sortments of items.

"Ok, I've got what, three to four thousand galleons," Vincent thought, "wonder if that'll be enough."

If anyone had heard Vincent, they would beat the ever-living c.r.a.p out of him. With that money, Vincent could live half his life free of worries.

"Hmm, let's explore first," Vincent thought as he went into walked into one store called Flourish and Blotts.

After a whole hour of exploring stores, Vincent had only spent five hundred galleons.

"Maybe everything's just cheap," he thought as he entered a shop that seemed to be for pets.

"Welcome sir, please feel free to take a look around," said a man with what seemed like a chicken on his head.

"Uh, ok," Vincent felt it best to ignore such things as he looked around.

"Let's see, Arctic Serpent, Little Giant, Hungry Hippo?" Vincent thought to look at a label, "wheres the animal?"

All he saw was a box behind the label. He took a quick peep before feeling a large gust of air hit his face.

"Inter-dimensional s.p.a.ce," he thought while gagging slightly, "that breath stinks, that was its breath right?"

Vincent looked around a bit more before spotting an extremely small cage no bigger than his palm.

"What's in here?" Vincent picked it and raised his eyebrows, "What the heck are you?"

Inside the small cage sat a tiny pink snake with wings on its head. It seemed to have been shaken awake by Vincent's actions and opened its beady black eyes. Vincent thought it looked rather cute.

"Ah, that there's a Fairy Dragon Snake, an elephant can drop on it and it would still be fine."

Vincent blinked before he stared at the owner, "What's it called?"

"A Fairy Dragon Snake."

"No really, what is it called?"

"A Fairy Dragon Snake."

Vincent just looked at the store owner with blank eyes, "Who came up with this name?"

"A Wizard that was called Old Man."

"Just Old Man?"

"Yep."

"..."

From this experience, Vincent learned that the naming sense of wizards can be extremely questionable.

"Please come again," Vincent blinked before he found himself outside the store.

"Why did I buy you?" he asked the little pink snake as it hissed on his shoulder, "Well, looks like Nyx has a new friend."

Vincent sighed as he glanced at the two last places to visit. Olivander's wand shop and Gringotts Bank.

...

Olivander's wand shop was extremely cramped with shelves filled with thousands of boxes that contained what Vincent a.s.sumed to be wands.

"h.e.l.lo, how can I help you?"

Vincent jumped as an old man came sliding across the corner on a ladder.

"I'm just here to look around sir," Vincent said.

"Ah, no worries then, not much to look at around here," the old man said as he got down, "the names Ollivander, Garrick Ollivander, but you already saw that on the outside haven't you? Hmm?"

Olivander went extremely close up to Vincent's face, making him uncomfortable.

"Sir, what—?" Vincent asked before Olivander looked at Vincent oddly.

"Ah, so you're a muggle," he said as he went to his desk, "I'm sure your already aware that muggles can't use magic?"

"I am very, well aware of that," Vincent thought glumly in his head before talking, "I just wanted to look around if that's fine."

"Oh," Ollivander said as he brought out a large box, "unfortunately I can't show you the wands I'm selling, in case they're damaged in any sort of way or cursed? But I'm sure you understand the need to be cautious?"

Vincent felt like the man could see through him and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"However, you can look through these failed wand creations of mine," Ollivander said as he opened the box, "not sure why I keep these around."

Vincent raised an eyebrow as he looked through the box. He was about to thank Ollivander when he noticed that the man had disappeared.

"Odd man," he thought as he decided he might as well have a look.

Broken wands filled a majority of the boxes. Although some were still intact, there were noticeable cracks on it, it sort of reminded him of Ron's current wand. What he was interested in, however, were the items that were not wands.

He dug through and saw rings, gloves, and even a gun which he looked at in surprise.

"Wand making has been around for centuries," Vincent jumped again as he noticed the old man beside him, "when I was a young lad, I thought to myself, what if I could change the look of the wand."

"I have had some success over the years," he said as he looked at the gun, "an umbrella given to a half-giant, a sword forged for a witch. Heh, my personal favorite was a feather duster, ah that was indeed fun to make."

Vincent saw how Ollivander looked rather proud of this achievement. He then looked at the gun in his hand.

"This muggle weapon was made in the hopes of firing spells off with these bullets here. The idea was to insert spells in the bullet beforehand so that a witch or wizard could fire these off at a moment's notice, but alas the gun would break after two shots. See how the chamber here is cracked?"

"The ring and the glove were created for wizards who don't like to wave wand's about, but for some reason, it required an immense amount of power to use. The glove, in particular, was woven with Unicorn hair and Acromantula web to make it both strong and flexible."

Vincent was in deep thought before he took the gloves, "You said that it requires an enormous amount of energy to use?"

"Indeed it does, after one spell, the user would be extremely tired," Ollivander sighed as he looked regretfully at the items.

"Why not use the bullet idea from the guns along with the gloves?" Vincent said earning a raised eyebrow.

"Whatever do you mean?" Ollivander asked.

"Us muggles have something called a battery, a type of energy source," Vincent explained as he took a bullet, "what if, we can power the glove up with a type of battery filled with magic? Then the wizard wouldn't have to use their own."

"But the wizard would have to use their magic for different spells," Ollivander said.

"That's where the bullet comes in," Vincent lifted the item, "I heard about engravings, you can engrave what kind of spell you want on the bullet, or whatever you're going to use and attach it on the glove. Now that the spells ready, it would only need the necessary magic to trigger the spell."

"The battery," Ollivander said his eyes widening, "but the use of only one spell, that would only be useful for—"

"A muggle," Vincent said grinning excitedly, "Since the item doesn't rely on the user as a wand does, even a muggle can use it. Mr. Ollivander, are you able to help me out with this?"

"My good boy," Ollivander said also in excitement, "I would do this even without you asking, but what would be the 'battery'?"

"Leave that to me," Vincent said thinking of a particularly dangerous potion.

...

"Here's your vault Mr. Wong," a goblin said as he showed Vincent to a large door of sorts.

"This place would indeed be hard to steal from," Vincent whistled as he looked around.

The small goblin was about to argue, saying that no one could take things from Gringotts, but then he remembered how last year, the Dark Lord himself broke in.

"So empty," Vincent thought as he looked at his spotless vault.

"Now just throw in whatever you have quick and we'll be off," the goblin said sourly.

Even though he had a good impression of the boy, he still didn't believe that the boy would have much to put into his newly made vault. He was a muggle after all.

Vincent took out a small bag before tipping it upside down, "That's all the kid has, what a waste of ti—!"

The goblin's eyes widened as he watched as silver coins started raining out of the pouch, this went on for a good three minutes before the whole floor of the vault was covered in silver coins, and it was still going!

"I should take a hundred galleons just in case," Vincent thought as he finished pouring the contents out, "maybe I should have converted these into galleons, would have been easier to count."

"Ok, I'm done," Vincent said as he walked out of the vault to the stunned goblin, "um, mister, you alright?"

"Ye-yes, now come along young master," the goblin turned before b.u.mping into a wall.

"Goblins are such weird creatures," Vincent thought amused as he followed.

They came back out to the lobby where a goblin greeted them.

"Mister Wong, did you take a liking to your vault?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you, sir, for helping me register," Vincent gave a bow, he remembered reading somewhere that if you respect a goblin, they'll return that respect.

"No worries young man," the goblin chuckled as he walked Vincent out, "now have a safe trip will you?"

"Thank you!" Vincent thanked as he walked away from Gringotts, "now I just need some potion ingredients."

...

"Vincent, are you sure this will work?" Sister An asked feeling uneasy as she watched over Vincent stir a large pot of glowing yellow liquid.

"Don't worry Sister An, this spot is empty for miles," Vincent said as he threw in Exploding Fluid, "I've done this one time so you can count on me!"

"...One time?" Sister An asked.

"Yeah, but it was with Nyx so I don't know how this will go," Vincent answered honestly, "worst-case scenario, this whole forest gets wiped out."

"..." Sister An put her hands to her forehead feeling a headache coming, "I set alarms throughout London, so if something wrong goes on, I can apparate there and back at a moment's notice."

It's been two whole days since Vincent had visited Diagon Alley. During that time Vincent had asked Sister An to a.s.sist him in making the Lightning Tempering potion. It was much harder without Nyx, but Vincent managed to make it work. It was late at night when Vincent had asked Sister An to help him locate somewhere else, somewhere desolate to make the Thunderbolt potion. There was no way he was doing it in London where it could kill hundreds. If he was lucky.

"That would help a lot," Vincent said as he threw in some powdered cyclops skin, "ok, I think I should try it out now."

"Wait, trying something?!" Sister An thought alarmed as Vincent scooped some liquid up to a small round cup.

"Sister An, I want you to harden this liquid," Vincent said seriously, "From this point on, any slight misstep could result in an explosion."

"Alright, alright!" Sister An said as her eyes twitched, "You're only trying this now?!"

"Nyx can only enhance the ingredients, not transfigure the end potion result," Vincent said shrugging, "so I'll leave that up to you."

Sister An started muttering some spells as she pointed her wand at the liquid. Vincent watched as the liquid start to solidify, ignoring all basic laws of science.

"Slow down a bit, you're going too fast!" Vincent said, watching the potion start to glow brightly.

"Why don't you do it yourself—" Sister An was about to say before remembering that Vincent was a muggle."

It took a total of five minutes before the glow finally dimmed down, leaving a solid golden block inside a cup.

"Ok, now here's the hard part," Vincent said as he slowly slid the block out.

Sister An transfigured a table to which Vincent placed the block. He then pulled out a small knife as he held it over the block.

"Sister An, help me split this could you?" Vincent said with sweat falling down the side of his head.

Sister An nodded as she created the line's in the block, cutting it into small square pieces. Vincent pulled out small square gla.s.s cases before carefully placing the yellow square's inside, using the small knife to carefully move the squares. When the last one was placed, Vincent fell to the floor on his b.u.t.t as he started panting.

"Now that was tense, right Sister, An?" Vincent heard a loud snap before looking around to see that Sister An had disappeared, "Well, she should be fine."

Vincent then looked over at the small flat yellow square pieces inside the small gla.s.s cases. He had Sister An help create these small cases to contain the solid potion in the case that the potion liquefies again. As he had noticed with Snape, the potion seemed to have high immunity to spells, meaning that there's a high chance of the enhancement solidifying the potion to wear off.

"Now I got my batteries," Vincent thought with excitement, "although dangerous ones at that."

Vincent decided to bottle up the remaining Thunderbolt potion while he was waiting for Sister An.

"I kind of feel like a terrorist now," Vincent thought as he pocketed the last vial in his pouch, "should I feel safe carrying explosives to protect me, or stupid since I could die at any time?"

He heard a snap as Sister An reappeared in front of him again.

"Just a mugging, nothing to worry about," Sister An said as she sat down next to Vincent, "do you think these would work?"

"I hope so," Vincent answered as Sister An closed the gla.s.s cases up with magic while making them a perfect fit for the content.

"When did Ollivander day he'll be finished," she asked.

"He said he could give me a prototype before I leave," Vincent said, "that will be good enough for now."

"Shall we head back?" Sister An asked as she packed everything up.

"Sure," Sister An grabbed Vincent's shoulder before they disappeared in a snap.

...

"Back already Axel?"

"Yes Milord," Axel said as he bowed to a shadowed figure at a round table, "I have found a candidate."

"Let us wait for the others before we begin our discussion."

Hours pa.s.sed before people started filing into the room. It took a good three days before the number of people stopped coming in. The figure stood up.

"My subjects, our yearly discussion for a possible King's candidates starts now. Does anyone want to add any suggestions? Zwei?"

"Milord, I have found a man that survived seven years alone in a jungle," Zwei was a rather big man compared to all the slender Vampires, he was bald and extremely muscular, his clothes threatening to rip apart at their sheer size, "in the muggle world, his skills are extraordinary. He also has great leaders.h.i.+p skills making him the optimal choice for a candidate."

"Hmm, nothing too special," the figure said sounding bored, "but I will keep him in mind, next."

Axel watched as the n.o.bles each gave an account on their chosen muggle and scoffed. Some of them sounded ludicrous. A dancer? A chef? The King does not need such skills.

"Is this a joke to you Axel?" Zwei asked darkly.

"Not at all," Axel waved his hands carelessly, "just some of the choices aren't even really choices are they?"

"I haven't heard your candidate yet," Zwei said, "I also heard of that recent scuffle in London, two of your Vampires had attacked a mere muggle! Your control over your subordinates is rather questionable at this point."

"Maybe someone was trying to sabotage my reputation," Axel replied calmly, "those vampires were certainly not at my command."

"You have no proof at that," Zwei snorted.

"Zwei, Axel," they both became silent as the figure looked over them silently, "until proven, Axel is innocent. Although there was the incident with h.e.l.l's Hunter, would you like to explain that Axel?"

"My apologies Milord," Axel said bowing, "I had merely wanted to see how powerful she was, her spells used to accompany her sword skills. She managed to use them both simultaneously, making her a formidable opponent."

"You sure you weren't just weak Axel?" Zwei scoffed.

"Even though my pride doesn't allow me to say who's stronger," Axel said as he calmly looked back at the big man, "she is definitely better than you."

"You brat!" Zwei stepped forward in anger.

Before anything could happen, the shadowed figure merely raised a hand, making the whole room silent.

"Axel, you still haven't gone yet," he said with a voice filled with boredom, "who's your candidate?"

"A twelve-year-old boy named Vincent Wong," Axel said earning a sharp look from everyone.

"A twelve-year-old boy?" Zwei said spite, "You of all people should know that the next successor should be above the age of sixteen at the very least. What could a boy have that the rest of our candidates don't?"

"Would you let me finish?" Axel said, "Vincent Wong, twelve-years-old. No family background is known. He started attending Hogwarts this year—"

"So he's a wizard?!" Zwei yelled, "You know that the successor has to be a muggle or one of us here!"

"He's a muggle," Axel said smirking at Zwei's shocked silence, "from what I've gathered so far, Vincent has had contact with the magical world at a young age of seven, as for what event brought that is not known yet. However, during those years he had trained significantly to combat against crime on the streets of London under the alias as the Trespa.s.ser."

For once, the figure felt intrigued and leaned forward.

"His most outstanding accomplishment to date as the Trespa.s.ser would be the defeat of Frank Merlin and his drug trading group, happening earlier this year. His combat skills are above the level of our Knight's as seen by me. From my sources at Hogwarts, Vincent had, despite having no magic, created several original potions, one of which can level this entire base. "

At this claim, the whole room of n.o.bles was filled with chattering about Vincent. The figure once again raised a hand, causing silence to spread throughout the room.

"What about his character!" the figure said with a small excitement in his voice, "This boy could very well be the one I'm looking for!"

Everyone in the room had wide eyes as they looked at their leader. In all their lives, they had never seen him so excited.

"See for yourself," Axel bit his finger, creating a small cut. He then dripped it on the round table, creating an image of the night he met Vincent and Sister Wong.

The leader watched eagerly as he saw the whole night through Axel's eyes.

...

The scene started with Axel laying on top of a rooftop.

"Young Master!" a vampire came before Axel, "A Knight has gone rogue!"

"Well, that's unfortunate," Axel said as he grabbed his spear, "does anyone know who he was?"

"No sir, he must have been hidden among our troops," the vampire said, "I suspect that someone wants to spoil your relations.h.i.+p with the King."

"Petty n.o.bles," Axel muttered before thinking, "If I could drink his blood then I'll know who was the cause behind this."

"You guys keep searching for a candidate," he said with a sigh, "I'll deal with this."

The scene changed to an overview of an alleyway.

"Huh, the guy must have infected a muggle along the way," he muttered to himself, "huh, a witch and a muggle boy?"

He watched as the witch beat the peasant while at the same time instructing the boy. The runaway Knight also made an appearance, going straight to kill the peasant.

"Probably to avoid any evidence left behind," Axel said to himself, the only thing a vampire needs as evidence is blood, "smart."

He was about to rush down and deal with the Knight when his eyes widened as the boy caught the Knight's hand. Even though that was nothing to a n.o.ble like him, for a muggle to do so was an incredible feat. Axel decided to let it play out as he watched the boy completely dominate the other vampire.

"Here's my cue," he thought as he threw his spear at the fallen vampire before it was blocked by a transparent s.h.i.+eld, "c.r.a.p."

The body was extremely close to the boy so the wizard probably mistook it for an attack.

"d.a.m.n it, first a Peasant, then a knight and now a n.o.ble," Sister An muttered before unsheathing her sword, "will we see a King too?"

"Unfortunately, the King will not be involved in such petty matters," Axel said as he jumped from the roof before landing right in front of them without a sound, "I, the Son of Dracula, Axel Tepes would appreciate it if you left these two to me, I would rather leave here without any bloodshed."

"Now what do I do?" Axel thought as he watched two of them tense up, "'Hey, my bad, that was intended to kill that guy don't worry about me.' Nah that won't work."

"Dracula's son?!" both Vincent and Sister An turned serious.

"If you truly mean to leave without violence, then what was the meaning of the attack?" Sister An said holding her sword up.

"I just felt like it," Axel said giving his best smile before thinking, "OK, THAT WAS DEFINITELY THE WRONG CHOICE OF WORDS!"

Vincent felt a bit ticked off, "I could have died you know?!"

Axel walked over to stand next to Vincent before wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Kid, killing you would be easy," he said yawning, "but I guess your friend over here would put a stop to that."

"WHAT THE h.e.l.l AM I DOING!" Axel thought, at this point, he felt like crying, "I'M JUST MAKING THE SITUATION WORSE!"

He glanced over to see Sister An with a sword at his neck.

"The amount of Wizards and Witches that even carry a sword with them can be counted on your fingers," he smirked as he pushed the sword away with a finger, "add in the fact your skills in the s.h.i.+eld charm and that leaves only one. h.e.l.l's Hunter, Annie Pettigrew."

"In other words, I'm screwed," he thought tearfully despite the smirk he was giving.

"So, you're really determined to take them away?" She asked quietly.

"You have no business with us huma—!" Axel was blown away from Vincent by what seemed like an invisible force.

"Well, that was uncalled for," he muttered as he got up, "well enough with the formalities."

His eyes started glowing red as he brandished his spear.

"Let's have some fun!"

"I'M GOING TO DIE!"

A few minutes later...

"Do you surrender?" she asked as she held her sword at his throat while her wand conjured up various transparent arrows around him.

"...Fine, I'll give you this victory," Axel chuckled as he stood up, he walked over to pick his spear before dusting himself off while thinking, "I can't win, I should at least kill the Knight and obtain his blood."

He cleared his throat before looking serious, "Losing to the famous h.e.l.l's Hunter isn't such a dishonorable thing, but..."

He made his eyes turn dangerously dark as he glared at the silver-haired vampire laying at Vincent's feet, "Losing to a mere muggle is!"

Axel tossed his spear at an immense speed at the fallen vampire. The two of them watched as the blood-red spear closed in on the Knight's head.

"Don't screw with me," Axel's eyes felt like popping out of his head as he saw Vincent walk in front of the spear's path.

"WHAT THE b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l IS THAT BRAT DOING?!" he thought in horror.

Blood sprayed everywhere as the spear went through the middle of Vincent's body. He didn't even make a sound as he fell to his knees.

"Vincent!" Sister An screamed as she rushed towards the fallen boy.

"Well he's dead," Axel grumbled, "I didn't want to kill a kid but at this point...Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

Sister An who was at Vincent's side, stood in amazement as the boy started pulling the spear out of him. Axel's eyes just widened as he watched the boy that he presumed dead, still alive and breathing.

"I ain't done yet," Axel heard him speak, "I ain't done yet, not yet."

Vincent stood up before staggering slightly. Despite the situation, he smiled. Axel watched as the boy walked slowly towards him, step by step. It seemed like an eternity before he stopped right in front of him, holding Axel's spear.

"What the h.e.l.l is this kid?" Axel thought, all negative thoughts gone.

"I ain't done yet," Axel heard, "here's some payback."

Axel just stood there blankly as Vincent stabbed the spear through Axel's body. Axel didn't even bother to move as he was too entranced by the boy's determination.

"Heh," Vincent chuckled, "I may not be strong enough now, but I will beat you."

Vincent stared up with his golden eye's catching Axel's red ones. They stared at each other for a while before Vincent's legs couldn't support him any longer. He fell down with a thump.

Axel silently pulled out his spear before looking down at the boy. He looked fine, but that's only on the outside.

"Screw you kid!" Axel thought crying inside, "THAT HURT, THAT HURT LIKE h.e.l.l! I'M SORRY I THREW THAT SPEAR INTO YOU!"

"You," Sister An held her sword against Axel's throat, "I should kill you now!"

"Your boy needs medical treatment now," he said, ignoring the existence of Sister An's sword and walking away, "tell the Ministry that our kind will no longer be a problem."

"Tergeo," she muttered cleaning Vincent's wound, "And those two?"

"Wait a moment," Axel thought with excited eyes, "this boy could be a candidate! He's sheer skill and determination are sure to make father proud!"

"Leave them," Axel said without thinking, "we already have what we're looking for."

"And may I ask what exactly you people were looking for?" Sister An questioned dangerously.

"Candidate's that are worthy for the t.i.tle of King," Axel looked at Vincent before he disappeared, leaving Sister An to stare blankly as the snow fell, covering the street's white.

An hour later, "I FORGOT TO TASTE THAT KNIGHT'S BLOOD!"

Who would have guessed that the whole encounter was a misunderstanding?

...

"Luckily this doesn't show the thoughts of the user," Axel thought, feeling cold sweat flow down his back as he and the other n.o.bles looked at the image, "I have a reputation to keep!"

"I ain't done yet!"

The leader kept replaying that one scene of Vincent walking bloodily.

"Please be happy, please be happy," Axel thought tearfully.

"Magnificent," Dracula got up and walked around the table, into the light of the torches, "truly magnificent! Skilled, intelligent, smart, loyal, pure and n.o.ble! He must be the one!"

Dracula was an incredibly handsome man that looked to be in his twenties. His hair was messy as the flowed down his shoulders and his eyes were ruby red. However, unlike Zwei who was both tall and muscled, Dracula was extremely thin and tall. His robes were extremely loose, flowing even though there was no wind.

"But Milord!" Zwei said, "he's too young!"

"Then we wait!" Dracula shouted at Zwei, making the man fall to the ground as pain filled his head, "We will wait!"

"Do you know how many years I have lived?" Dracula asked as he went back behind the table, no one had ever seen him so excited, "Hundreds? Thousands? Even I don't remember, I've grown bored of this life to the point where I even considered ending it. But before I do so, I must find a successor. All of you in this room were granted your powers by yours truly if I were to die then the next king would be Axel here, if not him, then his sister. But I don't want that! I know my children well and none of them are worthy! That's why all those years ago, the yearly candidate search was created. To seek a muggle worth this position! All of you here were once candidates. But you were all such disappointments!"

Axel clenched his fist before letting it relax with a bitter smile, "I know I'm not worthy, still hurts though."

"Vincent Wong!" Dracula said smiling manically, scaring the living c.r.a.p out of everyone, "he may very well be my successor!"

"Sir!" a Knight ran in with a parchment, "You-Know-Who—Voldemort once again requests for yo—"

The Knight slumped to the floor with a hole in his chest. Everyone looked in fear as they saw Dracula appear behind him, wiping his bloodied hands with a cloth.

"Interrupting my good mood," he muttered as he threw away the cloth before looking at the parchment, "the brat still want's to be granted my Blessing? As if. I Dracula only pa.s.s it to those I consider worthy, a Dark Lord beat by a mere baby? Heh, don't make me laugh!"

Dracula tore up the parchment before turning to the rest of the n.o.bles.

"Watch the boy," he said leaving no room for argument.

Axel sighed as he left the room. Although he may have screwed up a bunch, his father was at least happy. At least, that's what he consoled himself with.