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For as long as Harry could remember his mother would tell him stories, many of them too dark for a child but Harry never complained. His mother’s favourite tale where of the people with the blue eyes. No one had seen them since the beginning of time, many believing they were just some legend told to frighten young children.
God, were they wrong.
“What story will it be tonight love?” Anne asked her son, as she sat down next to him. He was smiling widely, front teeth missing and hair a mess.
“Tell me about the blue eyed creatures again!” He pleaded with big doe eyes and a pouting lip, knowing full well his mother would give in at the sight.
“Ah, the blue eyed creatures again. Aren’t you getting a bit attached to them love?” She said with a fond smile as the boy continued to pout.
“But I want to hear about them mother!” He whined.
Anne simply sighed in defeat whilst Harry basked in his victory, a large smile plastered on his young features.
“They’ve been on this Earth for as long as we have - possibly longer. Legend tells us that they were the coldest and most uncaring creatures to walk this land. Known for their icy blue eyes, speed and flawless features, they were the most beautiful creatures eyes have gazed upon. However, you would never want to find yourself crossing their path.
Despite looking like mortals there was not a trace of humanity left in these creatures. It was said that if you laid eyes on them you would fall under their command, doing as they pleased. They fed on mortal’s blood with no regard for the mortal’s life. Cold to the touch and unable to be killed, they were known as the deadliest, most unforgiving killers this land had ever seen. No supernatural race who possessed any shred of self- worth would care to brush paths with these prided creatures.
No one knew of their origin or why they suddenly disappeared. Some believe they’re still out there, roaming their own corners of this land whilst others say they’re just waiting for someone to cross their path…” Anne paused, glancing down at her son whose eagerness was ever-present.
“Have you ever seen one mother?”
“No, I have never seen one and nor do I wish to,” Anne replied, smiling fondly down at her son.
“But mother you’re the Queen of this land! You must have seen one.”
“Yes love, I am the Queen of this land but there are many others who have their own Kings and Queens,” she kissed his forehead, tucking the blankets around him.
Harry wanted to know more, however his chance was lost when suddenly the door burst open.
“Your Highness!” Shouted Nero, the guard who was posted outside of Harry’s room. Anne immediately straightened, her Queen façade in place.
“What is it?” She demanded, her eyes flaring with anger.
“I’m deeply sorry to intrude your Highness, but the King demands your presence immediately.”
Anne rose, kissing Harry on the forehead once more before leaving. Little did Harry know, it would be the final time he would see his mother’s smile.
Time had passed and a war had broken out throughout the country. Harry was twelve when the kingdom and his parents were taken from him. Surviving on the streets until the age of thirteen when finally a family took him in. His race had become an endangered species but his green eyes, a distinct trait of his pureblood and royal status, meant he was often taken advantage of and because he hadn’t shifted yet, he was left unable to protect himself.
Eventually Harry was rescued by, as he soon learnt, a family of witches and warlocks. They welcomed him with open arms despite the criticism and looks of disgust his eyes bought upon the family and himself. Since Harry’s parents death, his race had become a disgrace. The power and leadership they had once held diminished resulting in the combining of forces with the mortals. Many had been killed off whilst others had gone as far as mating with the mortals.
Although Harry had found some comfort in the fact that his race, who along with the legendary Undead were assumed to be one of the strongest, weren’t the only ones damaged by the new threat that was the human race. After the wolf race was the first to fall others soon followed, many coming close to extinction. However despite being the only living royal left of his race, Harry had no intention of claiming the throne.
The Paynes, the family that took him in, told him of how witches and warlocks were burnt at the stake. They also agreed that times were changing and it had become necessary to blend in with the humans in order to survive.
Decades passed, more and more stories began to mention the magnificent blue eyes. Many of the stories told of them demolishing villages or killing many mortal hunters. It had become obvious that these creatures were not just legends or stories told to scare children, they were real.
Eventually all talk of the supernatural ceased, humans stopped believing in them. They had become legends, much like the blue eyes had, who Harry assumed had also joined the humans, trying to blend in much like he himself was doing. He never spoke up against what was happening even when the humans began to cut down the trees to make way for buildings.
As Harry grew he began to shift, but it was a rare occurrence. Society was not cruel to him but he, like the Paynes, did not age meaning they often had to move around yet he never complained. He rather liked travelling and the Paynes were his only home left. However, it was during the times when he waited too long to shift and a dull ache filled his body that he let his guard down and allowed himself to think of the blue eyes.
The Paynes called them vampires and others called them The Undead but Harry still preferred the term blue eyes. They fed on the humans and once finished they erased the human’s memory.
The Paynes had concluded that they were found and killed around the same time as other supernatural creatures had started going extinct. However Harry believed that they had predicted the disaster coming long before the other races and vanished becoming solitary creatures. Even when they were found or angry enough to show themselves, they knew how to hide their tracks. Some believed that their pride wouldn’t allow them to hide and pretend to be mortals but they were also smart, skillful and knew how to disappear. They’d done it before so what made everyone so sure they wouldn’t do it again? Despite the Paynes warning him that his fascination was too dangerous and he “should leave things as they are” he couldn’t help but think about how they did it, how they survived, what they were doing or what they look like?
It wasn’t until Harry looked the human age of nineteen despite actually being 400 that he was able to attend university. Supernatural creatures age much slower than mortals, however some species have shorter lifespan than others. The werewolves had a long life cycle except for the dirt blood, the ones who mated with humans, their offspring barely made it past the 4th decade.
Liam had a shorter life cycle however he had spells that when the time came he could use to grant himself eternal life. Harry was surprised to learn that the blue eyes did not age and could only die if they were killed or if they wanted to die.
The Pureblood, those who were born an Undead, only physically aged until they reached their 20th year however they had the ability to stop the aging process before then. Those who were bitten remained the age they were when it happened. It was said that those who appeared physically to be younger than 21 were the deadliest and if you came face to face with one you had no chances of surviving.
It was Liam who decided they should start attending a mortal school, but despite Liam’s constant reassurance that mortals were no longer cruel creatures Harry still had his reservations. Mortals were cruel to even their own race, fighting each other like animals and claiming things that were not theirs to claim. Traits were no longer a way to identify a race, the humans had longed for the powers the supernatural had and many died in their attempts to obtain them. Those who mated with mortals could give the gift to their offspring but little were successful. Mortals were greedy, and they let their greed control every one of their actions which is why Harry hated them.
But never in his wildest of dreams did Harry think he would ever come face to face with a blue eyes, much less two at the mortal school.
“Harry, hurry up!” Liam shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
“Oi, I can hear you without you screaming,” Harry shouted back.
“Well if you hurried up I wouldn’t have to scream.” Liam said, shaking his head fondly.
“Stop nagging would ya? It’s not like this is our first time doing the whole school thing,” Harry grumbled, earning an eye roll from Liam.
“But it’s our first time at University,”
“Sometimes I wonder when you turned into an elder and started caring about mortal things,”
“Well one of us had to grow up and since you refused to.”
“Oh fuck off! Let’s just go do this,” Harry scoffed, putting on his sunglasses. He was part of the night creatures which meant the sun affected him. However, unlike the blue eyes they didn’t burn in the sunlight but it did do damage.
“I don’t understand why you refuse to use magic Li, it’s not like it can kill you now days. They barely believe in us, actually they love and fantasize about us. Have you not seen the movies?”
“Force of habit I suppose. It’s a bit like how you still hate the humans and when you feel angry, you shift. It doesn’t feel right to use magic. Remember I’m younger than you, so i was taught never to use it until the time comes,” Liam explained.
“Fair enough,” Harry agreed.
Liam had been a naive little child when he had first brought Harry back to his house, unaware about the green eyed trait of the fallen race. He’d found him in Europe during the middle ages curled up on the harsh street after being thrown out of a brothel by the owner. He approached the skinny, beaten up boy who he thought looked about his age and offered to take him back to his home. Harry was older and smart enough to know the cruel way others treated him but the young child’s kindness had surprised him enough to follow him back to his home.
When they arrived on campus, they were greeted by mostly everyone. Harry had to admit their popularity was due to the fact he had fooled around with with most of the mortals much to Liam’s disdain. It was his favourite pastime and it was made easy by the mortals who treated themselves with no respect, leading them to be labelled as a slut by many. His bright almost glowing eyes also helped captivating the attention from mortals as well as other creatures.
It was somewhat odd to come face to face with so many other supernatural creatures whilst they were by themselves. Usually they encountered them whilst travelling with Liam’s parents, who had connections and a circle of witch and warlock friends. Some of whom weren’t very kind to Harry because of his pureblood werewolf status. Even with the Payne’s protection his bright green eyes gave him away but Liam, being the kind hearted person he was, hadn’t offered Harry a home so he could continue to be mistreated. Therefore they had decided to leave Liam’s parents and their circle of friends and go off by themselves. Liam’s parents agreed that it was for the best and they trusted Liam to look after himself and Harry - the boy they considered their other child.
After separating from Liam’s parents they stayed in a small town, where they attended a high school. Luckily this new decade bought a world where it was easy to stay looking young and beautiful meaning they didn’t have to move around as often.
Harry was outside, lying on the grass when a black Ferrari pulled up drawing the attention of Harry, Liam and many of the mortals around them. It was a surprise to have something new and odd in the mix. The last time someone had joined the small town was when Harry and Liam had arrived.
The door opened and immediately Harry’s eyes were drawn to the figure exiting the car. There stood the most beautiful mortal Harry had ever laid eyes on. The guy was fit; he wore a black shirt with Killers written on it and tight black jeans that almost looked painted on. The mortal turned his head towards his friend exiting the car as well. However Harry was a hard time taking his eyes of this beautiful mortal with caramel feathery hair, an amazing bum and deliciously tanned skin. Harry noted with disappointment that the mortal was wearing sunglasses which meant Harry couldn’t see the shade of his eyes. His friend was a little taller than him, with blond hair and quite pale skin, he stood there wearing sunglasses as well and a large smile plastered on his face.
That was until his eyes landed on Harry and Liam, instantly a smirk replaced his smile. The boy nodded in their direction making the incredibly fit one look their way and Harry could have swore he saw a flash of blue behind those sunglasses.
“So, new meat?” Aiden, a mortal that sometimes spoke to Harry and Liam, said with a laugh, walking up to the two making them look away.
“You can see the girls drooling as they watch them,” said another mortal who was standing next to Aiden. It was true and Harry had to stop himself from checking he wasn’t doing the same. He was sure they hadn’t been caught staring but the way the blond had singled them out made his skin crawl.
“We’ve never had newcomers before,” Liam said, scrutinising them.
“Hey, something new to put our boredom to rest. Harry’s hook ups just aren’t doing it for me anymore,” Nick, a mortal who Harry almost considered a friend, joked making Harry turn to him feigning hurt
“That hurt mate. Are my hookups just not providing quality content for your blogs anymore? Should I give a blowjob to a kid in the middle of campus for your entertainment?” he teased, smirking at Nick.
“Where’s your shame gone Styles!” Nick said, causing Harry to snicker. He always knew the mortal had a crush on him.
“He never had any to begin with,” Liam commented dryly, earning a wink from Harry before he returned his attention to the fit mortal. Who was surprisingly, already watching Harry whilst he leaned against his car, his blond friend not saying a word. With a raised eyebrow Harry offered a smirk, watching closely the mortal’s reaction, who returned the smirk with his own.