Tom and the Death Smellers
Tom, was he Tom again? He didn‘t know how to think of himself, but he couldn’t claim his moniker Lord Voldemort again. He had invented it a few weeks shy of being 15 and somehow had made the whole wizarding world fear that nickname and he didn‘t like to admit it but after his resurrection he had been a bit insane and disfigured and he did not identify with that personthing he had been now.
So Tom it was, it was common but it was his name. His body had definitely changed from that disfigured creature he had last been but it wasn‘t completely human he still had his enhanced eyesight so his eyes should be red. Only thanks to his enhanced eyes did he see how a dark haired man jumped of the forrest floor in inhuman speed. Tom could only scramble back a bit, still not completely in control of his newoldwhatever body. The third man - besides superspeed and Tom himself - jumped up also inhumanly fast and in a fightingstance that losely reminded Tom of Dave Crock and Garreth Millbourns streetbrawls back during the war. His eyes now shone a bright red, like Toms were.
„ Were you send through a portal as well?", red eyes snarled a question and while talking Tom could see fangs. What was he? humanoid looking with fangs could only mean a vampire to Toms knowledge but vampires didn't look or move like that.
„ Yes. Now what exactly are you two? Both with shinning red eyes and you smell like a dog and he like magic. Eventhough you can barley smell that stink over all this decay."
He had fangs as well, was Tom really the only fang less with no superspeed? He fellt vulnerable and he hadn't fellt so vulnerable in a long time. The Elder wand wasn't in his hand any longer and didn't lie anywhere near and his wand, at least he still had his old yew wand, well he had the pieces of it as it was shattered, but Tom had studied enough wandlore surely he could fix it. If his mind and emotions weren't still in so much disarray from having his soulpieces back together he might have cried for his most priced possession his wand breaking, well his most priced possession next to Nagini, his horcruxfamiliar.
„ You’re dead, you have no heartbeat but you don't loke like a Vampire. And pretty boy has red eyes but is no Alpha, not even a wolf. But you are right he stinks of magic. And let‘s focus on anything but the deathsmell of these woods for a moment. Can you talk, pretty boy?"
Tom sneared. Whatever his body looked like it must be young and nothing like his previous rebirthform for the man to call him pretty boy. For now he tried the talk about a smell of death and decay to the back of his head, because who these people were and how they got here were the more imminent questions. „ Of course I can talk and I smell of magic because I am a wizard. And I ended up here after my killingcurse backfired."
Tom now felt secure enough in his bodily abilities to stand up and with a flickre of his wrist he vanquished the dirt of his robe.
The supposed Vampire showed a set of fangs and his eyes turned fully Black before he replied:„What do you mean I don't look like a vampire? Have you never meet one before?“
„ I haven't seen a vampire like you either and I have had dealings were Vampires before.", Tom gave his information. He also cast a silent wandless Tempus. Tiny blueish-white lightspecs appeared above his hand and formed the numbers 23:45 11.07.2011.
The other two stared at the numbers as well.
„ We had 2012 where I am from and I am not familiar with any witch in a coven doing magic like you, neither a warlock and a druid would have the ability and a spark would not have the finess."
„ I am a wizard and I don't know what you mean with druids or sparks. And we had 1998 when I died."
„ I don't know sparks or warlocks, and neither do I mingle with covens, but I am from 2010."
„ We must have timetraveled or even dimensiontraveled because in my reality vampires don't look like you."
„ And witches don't have alpha red eyes in my reality and I agree vampires don't look like you."
„ I have done a ritual to enhance my sense, common wizards don't have red eyes. And why are your eyes red and whats with the fangs, what are you?"
„ I thought it would be obvious pretty boy, I'm an Alpha werewolf."
„ Fascinating, because as much as you say vampires don't look like me, werewolves are supposed to be extinct and look nothing like you."
„ I agree, werewolves aren't like you. This makes the dimensiontravel theory more likely. Also don't call me Pretty boy I am 71 years old well 84 years now I guess."
„ Well you certainly have aged like fine wine, now how to we get back."
„ Good idea, quit your flirting because it makes me wanna rip your throats out. Not that I have anything to get back to but these woods stick and are lacking or good bourbon or any alcohol. I just spend 146 years trying to get the girl who used me back and need to get wasted like yesterday.“
„ Thats a shit experience. And you both certainly make me feel young.“ The wolf muttered.
Hearing of the Vampires pathetic pinning Tom couldn‘t be happier that he never had desires for the womanly wills.
Back to bickering about how they got in this situation and how to get out of it Tom added:„ If I knew what to do I would have already left. I died and I might have come back from death once but I wasn't in another reality after that.“
„ Yeah I haven't heared about dimensiontravel after dieing. I was once dead as well, I had anchored myself to the living world before but was just like other normal ghosts I presume.“, the Wolf agreed and Tom gave the man a little once over because knowledge of Necromancy on that level was rare and to actually pull of something like that even rarer and impressive, for a wolf.
„ Nice of you to chat about your previous deaths now back on track, I want this situation resolved soon so I can get out of these woods.“
„ If you are in such a hurry why don‘t you share your plan with the group and maybe your name as well because calling you both vampire and wolf gets old fast.“
„ I am Damon Salvatore and you are the wizard. Don't you know anything about situations like these?“
„ What did your portals look like? We don't do portals, we apparate or travel by portkeye. The closest thing I would describe as a portal is the veil of death.“
„ It was kind of purple and black, I fell through backwards so I didn't see much. I‘m Peter by the way, Peter Hale. Also Salvatore you have nerve pissing of a witch, that tends to be a bad idea where I‘m from“
„ Purple and black describes it well, mine opened suddenly under my feet. Else I certainly wouldn't have fallen through it. And yeah pissing of witches is always a bad idea but right now I hardly care enough.“
„ You may call me Tom. And I am not a witch but a wizard or do I look like a woman to you? Now-“
Tom was interrupted by hearing a moaning and creaking sound, the other two seemed to have heard it as well both their heads snapping into a direction and the wolf - Peter wrinkled his nose in disgust.
He suppose they had been quite occupied with their discussions of they would have saw them coming sooner.
Inferni, multiple Inferni. Befor Tom saw them Peter had reeched on the floor and when they later came near even Tom got sick from the death stunk surrounding them.
Quickly as wind Damon had ripped their heads of but their teeth still bit into thin air.
„ What are those?“
„ Looks like someone summoned the dead. Explains the stank, the woods must be full of them with the smell and noise, makes it harder to pinpoint when one gets close.“
„ They look like Infernis but they are not quite right by the standards of Necromancy I am familiar with.“
Tom send out a quick firespell to one head but it didn't stop moving its jaw, the only difference was the smell of burned flesh in the air. Until Peter kicked the dirt on the ground towards the head to stop the fire.
„ Inferni should crumble to fire.“ Tom crocked his head where ash and dirt were falling off the snapping jaw of one of the heads.
„ Maybe it‘s like in those Zombie movies and their brain is their weakness? Popcultrue mostly gets the supernatural wrong but many legends hold some truth.“
Just as Peter suggested Damon jumped on one head completly crushing it and splattering blood, brainmatter and bonefragments around. „ It is dead now and they don't bother us so we should get on with our talk.“
„We won't get back in minutes, I guess you will have to find some booze and hookers here. I will set a magical marker to this place and then look for a place to stay the night.“
Tom was exhausted and he couldn't afford to not be in top form with those other two dangerous men around, not to forget the not-inferis also if he would get back he could end up back at the battlefield Hogwarts had become and he needed all his power and reserves in that case.
„I am in not that much of a hurry to get back so I have no trouble to sleep a night on it as long as we find a place that doesn‘t stink as much.“
„ Fine. When will we regroup?“, Damon also seemed to agree.
„ We could look for a resting place together, get to the nearest village or city and each of us gets a place to stay the night and we set up a good meetingpoint. Our wizard can then lead us back here, right?“
„ Yes.“