Frozen

Frozen

Summary: Harry Potter did his duty, he killed the Dark Lord. When he was nineteen he found a lover in Carlisle Cullen, when he was twenty his duty tore them apart, at twenty-seven he was turned. Now, more than a hundred years later, he’s found him again. CCHP. HP/Twilight Crossover!

Pairings: Carlisle/Harry, Edward/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Jasper/Alice.

Warnings: Slash, swearing, violence, vampires biting during sex (very mild blood play, nothing graphic) Mentions of MPREG!!!

AN: Wow. I am so thrilled with the review responses from the last chapter! I know some of you felt like I “made” you review, and I’m sorry about that, but I honestly have a much better idea of what you all actually like, and what you’re reading the story for. I do have to say that I probably won’t offer a preview again, simply because I’ve spent nearly five hours answering the sheer amount of reviews and sending back the previews. I am more than happy to answer any questions (as some of you saw ) so please feel free to message me! I also know there were a few of you who reviewed recently and didn’t get a preview, but I’ve been away from the internet and I think you’d rather have the chapter than a preview. Sorry about that.

ALSO! I HAVE DECIDED WHO EDWARD IS GOING TO BE PAIRED WITH!!! Thanks to the help of a reviewer :D And thanks to all of you who voted! Your responses made the idea and decision final. I will name the reviewer when the pairing actually comes up, but not now. I don’t want you all to go and find the review and cheat! :) I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

ALSO (last one!) Just to clarify, because this seemed to confuse a lot of you—Vespasian IS NOT Harry’s sire—he’s his Dark Arts master from when he was human. He is also a vampire, just not his sire. I wrote out a quick and dirty time line for who knew who when and who went where, so if you want a copy of it drop me a review asking for it (Or a PM if you don’t want to review) and I’ll send it to you. It had much more to do with the actual story line then the ‘date’ line I posted before.

Chapter 9

Last time:

He could smell a familiar scent on the air, though it was eluding him who exactly it was. As soon as he opened the door he was engulfed in the comforting scent of his master. His eyes widened in shock and he bowed his head in respect and welcome. The man before him radiated power and dominance, but Harry was unafraid. The Cullen's were wary as they moved slowly forward. Carlisle tried to pull his mate back but was unable to reach him as he felt himself being pushed back. He looked up the see the deadly red eyes gazing into his own.

The man, known to a very select few as Vespasian, stepped into the house, followed by two men just as stunningly beautiful as himself. The other two walked to stand in front of him protectively while he turned and focused his complete attention on his old apprentice. His graceful hands reached up to cup Harry’s face. He put pressure under his jaw, forcing his head to rise and Harry to look his master in the eyes.

Green and red eyes locked and time passed unnoticed. Vespasian leaned down slowly and gently pressed his blood red lips to Harry’s forehead. Harry closed his eyes and relished in the familiar contact. The older man pulled back and looked sternly down at him. “I believe you have some explaining to do.”

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Harry pulled back to look at his family. His eyes went first to Carlisle and he barely held back a flinch at the swirling and clashing emotions that enveloped his mate. He scanned the emotions of their children and found confusion and unease at the forefront. Next he looked at the two other vampires his master had brought with him— two of his childer, very young childer if he wasn’t mistaken.

Knowing that it wasn’t the time to have a conversation with his mate, Harry focused his attention on his master. He looked questioningly at the two young vampires and then back to Vespasian. The ancient vampire followed his gaze. “Julian, Aiden, come here.” He commanded softly.

The two came immediately and unquestioningly to their sire. They clasped their hands behind their backs and bowed their heads in respect. In a move similar to the one he bestowed on Harry, Vespasian tilted their heads back, one at a time, and kissed the corner of their mouths. It seemed to signal to the two vampires that they were free to lift their head’s and interact with the others’ in the room because they immediately began looking around.

Vespasian nodded first to the one closest. “Harry, this is Aiden,” The vampire was stunning, with dark auburn hair that fell in choppy layers to his collar. His eyes were a bright bloody red, brighter even than Vespasian’s and showed that he was less than five years old. He stood at about five foot ten and held himself proudly—despite the respectful submission he displayed. “… and Julian.” He finished, nodding his head to the slightly older vampire. Julian was extremely different in comparison to Aiden. His hair was a shocking white that fell in a smooth, shimmering mass to his mid back. His eyes were a duller, but still obvious red and he stood slightly taller than Aiden.

They both moved with the deadly grace of trained fighters, and wore attire to emphasize those traits. They both wore loose fitted black cargo pants. Aiden wore a simple crimson shirt that emphasized both his hair and eye color, with a black vest open over the top. Julian was wearing a tight, plain black long sleeve shirt, and had a single white gold cross around his neck. Harry was actually surprised the most by the necklace—when he had trained under Vespasian the man had drilled into his head (over and over again) the importance of having the least amount of loose items on his person as possible. A necklace could catch on anything or could be grabbed and manipulated against the person wearing it. If he wore his weapons plainly they could be taken and used against him. If he wore clothing that was to loose or had pockets, they could all be manipulated against him.

A trained eye could make out the knives concealed under their cloths. Aiden had two strapped on either side of himself under the plain vest, another concealed in his right boot and his final weapon (that Harry could find) was a very small knife, most likely tipped in a poison of some kind, which was concealed on the small of his back. Vespasian had encouraged this strategy in him as well—if he ever got captured the knife was small enough to be missed in most pat downs, and could be grabbed if his hands tied behind his back—thus allowing him to escape and have a decent advantage to fight his way out if needed.

Julian had more. He had a blade against his calf in each of his boots. Harry could also make out the very small seam line that showed another concealed in the sole of his boot. He had one strapped to the left side of his abs, one on each of the insides of his wrists under his long sleeves, one strapped to his shoulder blade and, like Aiden, a very small blade strapped against his spine on his lower back.

The number of blades once again showed how much older Julian was than Aiden. Vespasian had very strict teaching methods and believed that no one should jump straight to weapons. He made all of his apprentices and childer learn hand-to-hand combat before they were allowed to even begin learning to use a weapon. Then, once he was satisfied with their progress, Vespasian would allow them one weapon. Once they were efficient with one blade, they were gifted another—and so on.

Harry took in all of these details in a matter of seconds and could see the pleased gleam in his master’s eyes when he looked back. “I’m pleased that you haven’t forgotten your training.”

“I don’t think I could, even had I wanted to.” Harry turned back to his family. “Master, this is my mate Carlisle, and his childer. This is Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice and Jasper.” He said, nodding to each in turn. “Everyone, this is Vespasian, Julian and Aiden. I apprenticed under Vespasian during the war.”

Carlisle nodded respectfully and even willed his body into a sort of half-bow, showing his knowledge of Vespasian’s customs and that, though he respected them, he wouldn’t conform to them. By bowing, however slightly, Carlisle was submitting to the older vampire—submission granted due to his age, his experience and his relationship with Harry. However, by only bowing half the normally required distance, Carlisle was making a point that this was his home, his family and his rules. He was showing, quite clearly, that Vespasian did not carry his normal leadership here, and that respect would have to be earned.

Harry shot his mate a look of loving gratitude and relief before he turned his attention to the next. Edward made no move to greet them. His face was twisted in a mixture of shock, disgust, anger and confusion as he looked intently at the three red-eyed vampires. He was bombarded by memory after memory of blood, of war, of lust, of servitude and of loyalty—loyalty above all else. Edward watched in horror, unable to look away as he viewed the lifestyle the three foreign vampires were encased in. He experienced the executions, sex, blood, pain, pleasure, obedience and mastery—things he had never before thought of.

“Edward?” He vaguely heard Carlisle’s concerned voice come from beside him. He tried to pull back, to escape the horror he found himself surrounded by, but was instead pulled further into Vespasian’s mind.

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“What were you thinking!” Vespasian demanded furiously. A man stood, white hair hiding his face from view—though Edward was almost certain it was Julian. “You nearly exposed our entire coven with your childish game!” His voice was a near whisper, but Edward could see the other man shiver in fear.

Vespasian stalked slowly up to stand directly before him, crimson eyes glairing with deadly intent at the bowed head. He turned, moving evenly around him in a circle, and brought a single hand up to trail over his back with the motion. “What would you deem sufficient punishment for your irresponsible actions?”

Julian suddenly fell to kneel before the other vampire, leaving his hands resting uselessly beside him. His head was bowed and his hair parted to fall around his face—leaving the back of his neck exposed in complete submission. “Whatever you judge to be necessary, sire.”

“That is a good answer.” Vespasian praised, posture relaxing the slightest bit. “Do you understand why you are being punished?”

“Yes sire.”

“And do you agree with any punishment I decide is appropriate?”

“Yes sire.”

“Good.” Vespasian came to a halt and crouched before his childe.” He gently gathered the silky white hair into one hand and pressed a kiss against Julian’s lips. He moved the hair to one side and harshly bit into the exposed flesh. Julian's face showed his pain, but he made not a sound as he accepted the punishment.

He drank for nearly a minute before he pulled back. He gently lapped at the puncture wound until Julian’s own healing kicked in and closed the flesh.

Vespasian tilted his childe’s head back until he could see his eyes, eyes that were already a darker, nearly black color from the loss of blood. “For one week you will not feed. You may leave the property as you wish, but you will not feed. Should you ignore this command, your punishment will be much harsher. Do you understand?”

Julian’s eye’s flickered with anxiety before he steeled himself. “Yes sire.”

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The scene flickered and another took its place.

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Julian once again stood before Vespasian, though this time his head was held stiffly up. His eyes were the deepest black, with circles nearly as dark underlying them, and his skin was pale—too pale for even a vampire. It was clear that he was barely holding himself under control.

“It’s been exactly one week. Have you learned your lesson?” he asked emotionlessly.

Julian visibly took a breath. “Yes sire.”

“Tell me.”

“I was selfish and stupid. I risked our existence over a pointless thrill that would only have lasted minutes had I not been stopped.” Julian’s eyes clenched tightly and he shook as his instincts tired to take control. “Nothing is worth risking my family, and my punishment is nothing compared to what it should have been.”

Vespasian finally moved. He came over until he could see his childe’s eyes— solid black with hunger and desperation. “It is for me to take care of you, punishments included. You made a mistake… but you have paid your due. I have forgiven you, now it is time to forgive yourself.”

Julian met his sire’s reassuring eyes and, though it took a moment for him to believe the man’s words, Julian soon felt relief overwhelm him. His head fell down to rest on his chest from a mix of gratitude, exhaustion, weakness and hunger. A wave of lightheadedness overtook him and he felt his knees collapse from under him.

Vespasian caught him easily and gently lowered him to the ground, cradling his childe in his arms. He had known Julian would be affected greatly by the lack of blood, but he had underestimated just how much. Julian was still young and had to feed more than an older vampire. He had been hunting almost every day and his body wasn’t prepared to go a week without nourishment—especially after having been fed from himself.

He brushed back the long hair and caught his childe’s pleading eyes. He moved without thinking, he had been planning to do this anyway, and lifted a bare wrist to Julian’s mouth.

The young vampire latched on immediately and only slowed when his sire hissed in warning. He forced his venom to retract, removing all pain from the bite, and drank only until he felt well enough to function. He buried his face in the crook of Vespasian’s neck as soon as he was done, relishing in the comfort gifted to him for the first time in a week.

Vespasian held him tightly, freely giving his affection to his beloved childe. He finally pulled back, his body forcing the younger vampire to stand at the same time. “Shall we go hunt?”

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Edward was forcefully pulled from the memories as his father shook him. He turned his head to look at the man, trying desperately to understand this… this… whole other society that he had never imagined. He could still hear the whispers coming from their minds and so focused his entire attention of Harry’s calming, wonderfully blank presence. His eyes focused on the floor under him and he could practically feel the concern his family was directing at him.

He shook them off, but continued to focus on Harry. He glanced up once and met green eyes. He knew the man could feel when he touched his mind and, seeming to know why Edward was doing so, increased the calm, soothing emotions he radiated. That, coupled with the calming vibes Jasper was sending out was enough to relax him slightly.

Rosalie stepped forward confidently and offered her hand. She was pleasantly surprised when, rather than shake it like was modernly normal, Vespasian pressed a soft kiss to the back. She moved back by her husband when her hand was released, pleased—but still suspicious.

Emmett simply nodded his head in greeting, his normally cheerful smile missing due to the tense atmosphere. He wrapped his thick arms around his wife’s waist and held her close.

Alice greeted them cheerfully. Her family, however, could see the forced aspect to her smile and hear it in her voice. She was looking worriedly between them and her husband, unsure how exactly to handle the situation.

The three vampires turned their attention to the last of the group. Jasper, whose head had been facing down, looked up and boldly met the eyes of the ancient vampire before him. Vespasian’s brow’s furrowed in thought as he studied the young man before him. After but a moment’s hesitation his eyes brightened in fond remembrance. “Jasper Whitlock!” He exclaimed softly. “It’s been many years since I last saw you. Tell me, how is Maria faring? ‘Tiz much too long since we’ve been in contact.”

“I wouldn’t know. It’s been nearly as long since I’ve seen her as since I’ve seen you.” He replied stiffly.

Vespasian raised a single eyebrow in question. “Why would you go so long without seeing your sire? Did something happen?”

“Nothing you need concern yourself with.”

Harry interrupted before his master could question Jasper further. “Maybe we should take this to the living room?” The large group slowly made their way to the other room, but Harry grabbed Jasper’s arm and held him from following.

“Are you ok with this? Or do you need to leave?”

Jasper found himself shaking his head, despite his instincts screaming at him to get as far away from these vampires as he could. He knew what they were capable of—had seen them in action— and he wasn’t willing to leave his family alone with them. “I’m fine.” He finally said, shaking himself from his memories. He could feel Harry’s worry and concern and, though he was touched, felt even more determined to stay with his family. He knew Harry had combat training, but not like he had. He hadn’t been trained specially to kill other vampires or used relentlessly to train them. Carlisle, Rosalie, Edward, Emmett and Alice wouldn’t know what to do or how to defend themselves against the kind of attack these vampires would strike with.

He remembered Vespasian. The ancient vampire had been ‘associates’ with his sire. They had worked together on occasion and Jasper had been ordered (more than once) to follow Vespasian’s orders like he would his own sires. He had spent nearly two years total in the man’s home.

During those periods of time he had seen how ruthless the man could be… though never with his own childer. The man trained the young vampires relentlessly, during all times of the day. He pushed them past their limits and drove them as far as they could go… but he cared for them. Jasper had witnessed the man risk himself to save three young vampires.

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Jasper stood in the courtyard instructing three young vampires on hand to hand combat. They had been working for nearly four hours but Vespasian wanted them to continue. The oldest one, Jasper had given up caring to learn names, stepped forward to spar with him. They had just begun engaging when a loud screech filled the air. Jasper, who had been trained to ignore all distractions during combat, continued attacking. The vampire he was fighting had fallen to his knees, hands desperately covering his sensitive ears from the defining sound.

Jasper finally stopped, ironically just as the screech stopped. He came to stand directly before the fallen vampire. “You’re dead.” He stated coolly. The vampire started to defend himself but Jasper kept talking. “You cannot allow anything to distract you during a fight. Your opponent may very well use something like that as a ploy to get you to drop you defenses—which you did quite spectacularly.”

Jasper turned sharply as he sensed Vespasian come streaking up behind him. “All four of you get inside the house, now!” His three childer immediately turned and did as told, but Jasper hesitated. “That is an order, Jasper.”

Jasper gritted his teeth as both his instincts and training forced him to comply, but not before he sent a scathing look in the man’s direction. As soon as he got inside the house he to the large window overlooking the courtyard and the entrance to the property. A group of five older vampires were entering the gates, and came to stand before Vespasian.

They spent nearly two minutes talking, but Jasper couldn’t hear them overly well. He had caught phrases such as “…your childe…,” “…Voltaire…” and “Aro commands it.”

Vespasian spent some time arguing with the other vampires before everyone suddenly began moving.

Jasper watched in disbelief as Vespasian kept the five vampires at bay. Everyone was moving so fast but the ancient vampire had no trouble defending himself—Jasper had never seen anyone fight so gracefully before. In a briefly random thought Jasper wondered why the man needed him to train his childer when he was obviously a better fighter than him.

Jasper was unsure exactly how much time elapsed, but he knew it didn’t take Vespasian long to destroy the five strangers. When he came back to the house he immediately gathered his childer and, though he hid it well, his concern for them was enormous. Jasper was… speechless… both with the fighting that had literally come out of nowhere and the emotion Jasper hadn’t known Vespasian was capable of showing.

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Jasper followed Harry back into the other room and sat himself next to Alice on the sofa. He wrapped a protective arm around her waist and held her tight to his chest. Jasper could see Vespasian eyeing him curiously, obviously wanting answers to the questions he held. Jasper was relieved when, rather than ask them, he simply turned his attention to his old apprentice.

Three hours later the foreign vampires were still sitting in the Cullen’s living room. Harry was perfectly comfortable with the ancient vampire, despite the unease flowing through his children. The two vampires had spent the time catching up on each other’s lives and trading stories of years long past. Carlisle was listening intently, desperately trying to gain the approval of the one person his mate looked up to. They talked about everything and nothing. They spoke of new weapons techniques and the coven in France. Vespasian inquired about Harry’s newfound family and the town of Forks. They talked about the weather, American V. English sports, hunting techniques and everything in between.

Finally, some hours later, the three visitors left for the night. As they were leaving Vespasian pressed a final kiss to Harry’s forehead with a promise to be in touch the next day. Harry couldn’t help the large smile that stretched across his face as he made his way back to his family and into his mates’ arms. As soon as they knew the other vampires were out of hearing range questions immediately began flowing. Edward stood, trying desperately to put into words the revulsion and confusion he felt at viewing the memories of the French vampires. He needed it know why they behaved as they did, why Vespasian demanded such respect, and why his childer gave it so willingly. He couldn’t understand, no matter how hard he tried, why anyone would want to live like that—why anyone would want to subject themselves to that kind of dominance, that kind of lifestyle. He finally settled on asking the most important questions: “What are Sire's rights and how can he use them to control his childer like that? How come I've never heard of them? What the hell is going on!?”

Rosalie, who detested taking orders from any one, was demanding to know how Vespasian could order the other two vampires around with our repercussion—uncaring of the fact they were his childer. Rosalie was very animate about the fact that everyone should have the freedom to make their own decisions and that no one person should be able to command another. Emmett declined saying anything but stood firmly next to Rosalie.

Jasper stayed quiet, but only because he already knew the answers to the questions his family was asking. Alice, like Emmett, stood silently beside her mate.

Carlisle was also curious, but trusted Harry to tell him in his own time and was content to simply listen as his mate explained Vespasian to the confused young vampires. Harry looked from person to person before he began talking hesitantly. “You… WE are different from most other vampire covens. The way Vespasian behaves and acts around his childer is normal. For a coven like theirs, dominance and hierarchy are everything. It tells them how to behave around everyone individually and what is acceptable behavior. Vespasian is their Sire, and has every right to rule over his subordinates. You haven’t heard of it because Carlisle would never evoke Sire’s rights over you—though he could easily.”

“But what are they!?” Edward demanded. “How can two little words make vampires bow to the command of another?”

“It is not the words that make them bow to a command,” Harry explained. “But rather the venom that's injected at the time turning and the influence a sire has over his Childe, especially during the first years. Once the first few years, and the influence, are over the childer will still submit their sire because of how they were trained. Sire’s rights are all those newborns know, but it’s not as bad as you’re all thinking. A sire/childe bond is nearly unbreakable, built from trust and devotion. A sire is dedicated to their childe, and in turn the childe will be just as, or more so, dedicated to their sire. Yes, the control a sire has over his childe can be used to command them, or influence their decisions—but most of the vampires who still practice these customs only use that power in extreme circumstances.”

“Vespasian is… well… I’m not sure exactly how old he is, but I do know he existed during the rise of the Roman Empire. He was taught the same way he teaches his own childer, and does not expect anything from them that they would not willingly give to his own sire. They are really as much of a family as we are… they just… behave differently.” As Harry looked from face to face he could tell the younger vampires still didn’t understand. Carlisle had never exhibited that force over them, or even taught them about it. Everything they were hearing was foreign and bizarre to them, and they simply couldn’t comprehend it. Harry could only hope that the coming times and visit would show the young vampires that just because someone acted and thought differently, it didn’t make them any less than anyone else.

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REUPLODED ON 12-22-09. Hope that fixed the errors that came up. :D

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