Them versus Us
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters from the Harry Potter or Van Helsing Universe. I make no money from the writing of this story.
Pairing: SS/LM
W A R N I N G: This is about male pregnancy and male/male relationships. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been warned.

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Beta-read by: Mitts. Thank you so very much for taking on another project with me. Any mistakes after she has done her work are mine.

Notes: I know everyone expects Lucius to be Dominate; but no, for my muses wicked purposes he’s going to be totally OOC.

Special thank you to: sweetsakuya, Merrymow, Kathlean Yuki, and to those who have read and didn’t review thank you for reading thus far. I hoped you enjoyed it.

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Summary: Lucius has been missing for some time and Snape is on the warpath.

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Chapter 3: The Vampire’s Mate

November 1982,
Wiltshire, England
Malfoy Manor

The Malfoy family’s physician bowed respectively to the grieving couple and took his leave. It was devastatingly hard to tell them of the loss but he re-assured the couple that no permanent damage had been done and it would possible to try and conceive again in a few months.

But be that as it may Fate had a sick and twisted sense of humor. Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape had been through six miscarriages, a lot of arguments, and countless sleepless nights.

After the third miscarriage, Lucius and Severus had stopped telling their family. And after the fourth one, Lucius didn’t even bother to inform his mate of their doomed child, and by the sixth miscarriage Lucius gave up all hope of ever producing another heir.

As a Veela carrier, Lucius failed in his responsibility to breed life. He’d failed his mate… or so he thought.

Present day, September 1996…

“I don’t know, AJ…. He looks a little wan if you ask me. Maybe we should get Doc?” Leita said with some concern. She didn’t care too much for the wizard’s skin coloring. He was too pale for her tastes.

“Yeah, maybe we should. I don’t want Van Helsing lopping me head off if anything happened to the bloke,” AJ replied.

“Don’t be such a baby, AJ. He doesn’t look so tough. I mean, without his wand he can’t do too much damage, right?” Jason teased.

The three Slayers peered closer at the slumbering blond. They didn’t detect the subtle change in his breathing at all. Nor did they detect the rapid eye movement behind closed eyelids.

“You guys need to step away from Lord Malfoy. He’s quite dangerous even without his wand. Don’t forget, we’re dealing with a submissive Veela.”

AJ and Leita walked toward Karl as he entered the medic lab. “Ah, come-on, Karl! What he’s going to do? Knock me out with his hair?” Jason mocked, laughing at his own joke. The others just glared at him, not finding anything funny. They didn’t understand why he never took anything seriously.

Although he was young, Jason was still three years older then Leita and her twin, Leiland. Yet he managed to infiltrate any place with his joking nature aside.

Jason walked away from the exam table, but he didn’t get a chance to join the others talking with Karl as he suddenly was caught in a choke hold. His unexpected yelp caused the others to turn back to face him.

Leita, Karl, and AJ stood motionless as Jason struggled in the tight vice-like grip. The Slayers soon found themselves springing into action as they whipped out various weapons hidden on their persons.

They were joined by three more Slayers after Karl discretly pushed the alarm. Plus, he was the only one of them without a weapon. He didn’t care much for fighting. He invented the weapons and gadgets that they used, but that was as far as he dared go with handling lethal equipment and highly combustible substances; and with that thought he moved back to the door behind the real fighters.

“Lord Malfoy, we don’t want to hurt you but we will if you do not let Jason go,” AJ said, tracking the blond’s every movement with his gun. AJ was the sharp shooter in the group. He held the number one winner’s spot for marksmanship in the nation under his civilian name: Ashton James.

“Then let me go. You had no right to kidnap me, and out of my home no less. Do you have an idea what you’ve done?” Lucius ranted back, searching desperately for a way out. His main exit was being blocked and without his wand he couldn’t risk getting into a struggle.

“On the contrary, Lord Malfoy, we know exactly what we’ve done. We need you in order to get your mate. Now, be a good gentleman and release Jason.”

Well, all things considered, Lucius figured they wanted money or some sort of ransom. But no, they wanted his mate, and he would not allow that to happen. He knew what they would do to Severus once they got a hold of him.

Karl leant into Doc whispering, “We don’t want to upset him. If you have a dart gun, knock him out.”

Doc, as he was called, was the medical physician in the group of Slayers. He’d been working with Van Helsing since he was twenty-five. His assignment was only supposed to last as long as the job did and once that was over he was to go else where, but Doc was surprised when The Order notified him that Van Helsing was leading his own group of Slayers.

He couldn’t say no to a permanent promotion to work with the notorious Right Hand of God.

He also was the negotiator. Doc was well versed with talking to people. He was able to calm them with clever colorful words, or get them to tell their most inner secrets. But at this moment, he was trying to buy his fellow Slayers some time to come up with a way to get Jason away from the Veela. He didn’t have much to aid him as he was still doing research on Veelas and their social behavior.

Not knowing what else to do, the group dropped their weapons. They never had to confront negotiations to have one of their own released.

Lucius looked around for another exit. Finding one he dragged his hostage over to the window cautiously. “Open it,” Lucius hissed in the other’s ear.

Jason fumbled with the lock before he was able to slide the window fully open. Nothing was barring his way from leaving this place; Lucius felt his strength returning with the gentle breeze and sunlight. Just like Elves, Veelas were connected to nature.

“Well, I can’t say that it was a pleasure, because it wasn’t. Accio wand!”

Lucius waited until his wand was firmly secured in his grasp before pushing Jason into his capturers, and jumping out the window.

“Shoot him now, Doc!”

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One month later

It was now the end of September, and classes were in full swing. But for some, if not all the students, one class in particular was causing a lot of grief and headache.

The student body wasn’t the only ones feeling Snape’s wrath. The other staff members were back peddling when they saw or even heard the Potions master coming towards them.

Severus was being brutal in class—all except one—his sixth year Gryffindor and Slytherin class.

The students suspected that it had something to with his most highly favorite student, Draco Malfoy; however, none knew the real story behind their teacher/student relationship.

Once the assignment was over and everyone was packing to leave, Mr. Malfoy was asked to remain after class.

Draco stopped what he was doing and sat back down. He motioned for the others of his house to leave without him. The Slytherin ice-prince glanced briefly at a pair of emerald eyes. He slightly shook his head negatively as if saying: ‘Not now. We’ll talk later.’

Once all the students were gone, Severus placed locking and silencing charms on the classroom.

“First off, Draco, I want to know what is going on between you and Potter.”

“We’re not here to talk about Harry, Father. I want to know about my mother!” Draco said not realizing he used Potter’s first name but Severus didn’t comment on his slip-up.

“I’m sorry…”

“Sorry? The only bloody thing you can tell me is ‘sorry’? Well, Father, sorry isn’t good enough for me, and if you won’t do anything to get him back, then I will!”

Severus wasn’t use to his son talking back to him. Draco knew better than to act superior to his betters, which was why Severus lost his temper.

In the blink of an eye, Severus grabbed his son by the throat and snarled in anger, exposing elongated fangs. The young blond struggled against his father’s grip to no avail.

“It would bode well for you to never question my judgment in regards to my husband and life mate! Do I make myself clear, boy?!” Severus growled, his Romanian accent filling the quietness of the classroom.

He shook Draco to drive his point home.

“No, father! Please! I meant no disrespect. I’m merely worried about mother. I’m sorry,” Draco pleaded with the irate vampire.

The heir apparent knew he was no match for his sire. If Severus really wanted too, he would have killed Draco the minute he hauled him off his feet.

But this was a lesson in respect.

Despite being in control of his of strength, the Potions master was losing the uphill battle over his bloodlust. Lucius was his blood donor, and the aristocratic blond had been missing for well over a month now, and Severus was in the beginning stages of an all out attack on wanting fresh blood.

If Lucius wasn’t reunited with him soon, Severus’ vampirism would be broadcast all over the wizarding world, and not to mention how it would affect his dealings with the Dark Lord. The consequences of him finding out would be most dire and quite possibly fatal.

Severus’ anger abated rather swiftly. He dropped his son onto the floor unceremoniously. Draco stood proudly once he gathered himself back together, as if nothing had occurred between them.

“Father?”

“I’m sorry, my dragon. I didn’t mean to lash out against you. It’s just—It’s just that I want Lucius back and I feel absolutely powerless on how to get him back.”

Immediately, Draco’s heart warmed from the use of his childhood nickname, but at the same time he was sad for his sire.

“Don’t despair, Father. We’ll find him.” And Draco did something that he hadn’t done in a long time—he hugged his father.

Severus held on to Draco, missing the familiar contact of being close to his son. Draco pulled away to be shocked once more by his father. He retrieved a drying cloth from Severus’ work bench and proceeded to wipe the vampire’s face.

Draco had never seen his father cry before, and for good reason—Severus was crying tears of blood.

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A stack of papers was thrown down on the conference table in frustration. No one had any idea as to how to solve the current problem with their prisoner.

“And I’m telling you people—something is seriously wrong with him! Why can’t any of you get that through your thick heads?” Doc shouted. Turning he asked the red head, “Karl, what do we know about Veelas? Tell me anything.”

“Not much I’m afraid, but what little information I did manage to dig up is that Veelas are very protective of their mates and their offspring. To what degree I don’t know, but if jumping out the window to get back to Snape is any indication to go by, then that makes him quite hazardous to his health and ours,” Karl explained.

“But that still doesn’t justify why he hasn’t bloody woken-up,” AJ stated, clearly agitated by the situation. He took to taking one of his guns apart to clean to keep his mind focused.

“So, if this guy dies, we’ll lose any opportunity in vanquishing Snape?” Jason asked.

“Snape is the least of our worries if Malfoy dies. We were told not to harm Malfoy for obvious reasons. He’s just bait to get Snape and Snape’s not biting,” Erick answered. He was the other sharpshooter in Van Helsing’s team of Slayers. Even though his was several years older than AJ, he was a close second to the English bred assassin.

Well, they were worried about Snape coming to hunt them down and kill them all before they had a chance to kill him first. However, with Malfoy’s standing as Veela aristocracy things could get messy.

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Sitting quietly next to the bed, Leita watched the blond. She wasn’t too concerned about him attacking her or holding her hostage. Karl and Doc had bound Lucius to the bed after his recapture.

“What’s wrong with you?” she whispered to the unconscious Veela not really expecting an answer in return.

“I’m fading.”

Leita nearly jumped out of her skin by the softly spoken reply, but she stayed rooted by the bedside. “Why?” she asked.

“A Veela…cannot survive without its…mate…especially one who is with child.”

“But that’s…that’s impossible. You’re a guy! And guys can’t have babies, only women can,” the young girl argued.

“I am a magical being, breed to create life for its mate,” Lucius answered before closing his eyes again.

“Oh, my word!” Leita bolted out of her chair.

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The doors to the conference room banged opened as Leita nearly collided into the table running at top speed.

“What in blue thunder lit a fire to you?” AJ asked.

Trying to get her breathing back to normal Leita gasped out, “I know what’s wrong with Lord Malfoy.”

The others gave the teen a puzzled look.

“Well?” Jason snapped.

“He’s pregnant, and he’s dying because he’s away from Snape.”

Silence followed her statement before they all busted up laughing.

“Leita, um… I don’t know if you’re aware of this fact, but he’s a male,” Jason mocked.

The youth fumed, “Well, he’s also a magical creature and a wizard, you dummy!”

Everyone froze.

Karl and Doc were the first to sprint out of the conference room, knocking their chairs over in their haste to get to the lab.

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The other Slayers waited patiently and silently outside of the medical lab, not wanting to disturb Karl and Doc.

For the most part, Lucius remained oblivious to what was going around him, and for that the pair was grateful. They couldn’t imagine what would happen if the blond woke during Doc’s examination.

Two hours came and went, as did another hour, before Doc was completely satisfied with the test results to make a decent report. All lab work was completed, as well as an IV drip being hooked up to Lucius.

Doc gathered his data and headed back to the conference room with everyone in tow.

Leita took up her position again by the Veela’s bedside. Whatever was discussed during the meeting, Karl or AJ would fill her in later. For now, she found herself drawn to the beautiful blond. He looked like an angel with his hair splayed out against the pillow. He was ethereal in appearance. He glowed in the dimness of the room.

Even with his eyes closed, she could feel a pull of sorts toward him, like metal to a magnet.

Leita needed to be wary of the Veela. He was dangerous and not just in looks. After what the Slayer dubbed ‘the Peter Pan’ jump, it left no doubt in her mind that the wizard/Veela would do just about anything to get back to his mate.

Being pregnant only complicated things.

Leita reached forward to brush away a strain of blond hair, when her wrist was caught in a strong grasp. She could feel the bones crack under the pressure.

“No one… is allowed… to touch me… without my permission.”

Well, I guess it was a good thing you were unconscious while Doc examined you, she thought. “How did you get loose? You shouldn’t have been able to get out of those restraints.”

“Wh-what did y-you do to me?” Lucius felt off balanced.

“Doc gave you some meds to help you rest and to help feed the baby.”

Lucius tried sitting up, but he was too weak. He began pulling at the wires and electro pads and IV lines.

“Hey! Stop that. Don’t pull those out!”

Machines were beeping off-line.

“Shit!” Leita stumbled to the bed only to have Lucius shove her forcefully away. He almost made it to the door when he collapsed.

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“This was what we now know—Lord Malfoy is a carrier. Meaning on the outside he has all the essential parts of a male. However, the inside tells quite a different story. He has all the proper workings of the female reproductive system, right down to a uterus and cervix in order to birth a child naturally,” Doc explained, still in shock at his findings.

“Can he impregnate a female?” Jason asked; a question that was on everyone’s mind.

Doc shook his head negatively. “No. My guess is that Lord Malfoy had viable sperm at some point, which probably was until he found his mate. At any rate, since his mate is male and Dominate, his body adapted to be able to procreate with his mate. I’m also guessing that his magic is feeding the child.”

“How far along is he?” This question came from AJ.

“From the size and weight of the fetus, he is about seven and a half weeks along. But there’s a problem—the lining of his uterus is thin. He could very well lose this baby if we don’t build his iron and blood levels back to normal.”

“What are you saying?” Chris asked. He had just joined the group after making a message run. He was in charge of mission planning for their little group.

“I’m saying that I’m surprised the pregnancy lasted this long—Lord Malfoy is anemic—”

A loud crash interrupted the meeting. The Slayers ran out of the conference room for the third time that day.

Upon entering the lab, they found Lucius at the door and Leita near the wall by the bed.

Both were unconscious.

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Silver-blue orbs fluttered opened, squinting against the bright overhead lights of the room. Lucius groaned as his eyes and head throbbed in time with the buzzing of the lights and monitors.

When he gazed to his sitter, Lucius was astounded to see the red head instead of the dark headed blonde.

“What do you want?” Lucius sneered as best as he could.

“To make sure that you’re all right. How do you feel?” Karl inquired, genuine concern laced in his voice.

“What do you care?! You steal me away from my family. Merlin knows what you have done to my wife.”

Karl did feel bad about what they have done, but it had needed to be done. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you or your unborn child,” he said.

“By keeping me from my mate, you’ve signed our death warrants.”

Lucius turned over, ending the conversation. Karl sighed. He couldn’t argue with truth.

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A/N: Tell me what you think. It seems that Lucius is in for one heck of a ride to get back to Severus. And what is Severus’ hold up? Don’t know? Well, stay tuned for the next chapter to find out.

Nemesis