CyberTech Worlds Clash

Chapter XXV

Fate

Daphne Greengrass could only stare in horror. It wasn't that her mother was spending a ridiculous amount of time with Cordelia at the school. It wasn't that her sister was being really friendly with the students and not being very 'Slytherin' like – well, neither was she, but she gave it her best shot. It wasn't even that her best friend, Tracey was trying 'it' on with her every night as they shared a bed even though Tracey was working for the school properly now and could get her own apartment. It wasn't even that she let Tracey do those things to her.

It was the news she heard that night. It was apparently spreading through adults at the school like wildfire and it was so unbelievable.

"D-did you just say that, He-Who-Must-Not-," Daphne began before stopping to correct herself. "-Voldemort has been arrested and sent to the Crater?" she asked as she looked at her dark skinned best friend, as the girl was playing with a strand of her short cut hair as it hung in a braid down the right side of her pretty face.

Tracey grinned as she was hanging off her best friend as they were getting ready for bed, and Tracey had only just gotten in, so she got to enjoy Daphne in her undies and loved those big titties in her purple bra.

"That's what Cordelia said," she agreed with a nod as she snuggled with her friend. "She was with your mum when I bumped into them and she told me those rumours about an attack in France were true and Voldemort lost."

"Oh," Daphne said in shock as she sat down on their bed and Tracey slid onto her lap, keeling either side of her, and kissed her on the lips, which she returned before frowning. "Wait a minute. What was Cordelia doing with my mum?!"

Tracey rolled her dark eyes. "Probably taking her home to give her a good amount of 'celebrating'."

Daphne's cheeks darkened red. "Tracey; don't say things like that I-."

Tracey laughed. "Pale girls blush so much! Its adorable."

"I-I do not," she argued as she ran her fingers through Tracey's short smooth hair absentmindedly.

"Do you want do some… 'celebrating' with me?" Tracey suggested as she pulled off her blouse to reveal her much smaller chest in her white bra contrasting adorably with her Egyptian kissed skin.

Daphne pouted as she excepted the kiss and let Tracey do whatever she wanted, but she knew she couldn't live in the denial of her own sexuality any longer as she gave herself to her – to her girlfriend and decided that this night she would take control as their kisses deepened and she reached for her girls tits while Tracey was already playing with hers.

Fayte grinned the next morning, as she was led through the school as she hadn't seen it since she was human. It was nice and peaceful, even more so as she could hear students talking about the arrest of Voldemort and a crap load of his minions, human, and not. It was late morning, and the students had been given the day off as a sort of holiday to celebrate and come to terms with the end of the war, and there were even pictures of Voldemort severely injured and being taken away.

The Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall kept shooting her cautious looks, and was worried when she turned up for the job, but after giving up her gun and sword to that odd girl Ashe, the new Headmistress Cordelia Cline was only too happy to take her for a job interview, so after McGonagall took her to fill out some paperwork she had to take her for the interview.

Though, McGonagall protested by stating fact that she was indeed a vampire, Cordelia just shrugged and said, 'vampires need work too'. Fayte had seen the advertised positions and decided to apply for the more enjoyable in her opinion. In addition, it will be very amusing to get to force all these lazy sorcerers to do some physical exercise, and since her clan was gone, she had nothing better to do.

Therefore, it wasn't long before Fayte was being interview for the new job of gym teacher as she had a lot of experience in health and fitness, after all she was quite a few centuries old, and figured that if she didn't want to be hunted should just act as if she was normal, as people still sell their blood for her to survive, and plus, it might be fun.

"Okay, Miss. Fayte; may I ask, how old are you, as you look awfully young?" Cordelia began with a smile while everyone took seats in the head's office, as the weird girl had securely placed away Fayte's gun and sword somewhere and was watching with a smile.

"Physically, nineteen. If you mean, actually… well, six hundred and twenty-one come March… umm… I think it was the fifteenth, and I may be a little older than that; it's all too much to bother to keep track of."

"I see," she replied nodding as she typed away on a holographic keyboard while watching the holo-screen. "I know it might seem silly to ask, but do you have any remaining family?"

"No," she answered with a sigh. "I slaughtered my clan in Paris yesterday," she answered shocking the three. "They were foolish morons that bowed down before a douche needlessly killing. I refused to fight so they sent some… 'men' after me, and I took them out before the rest slowly followed. I don't want a hunter after me, like Blade; have you heard of Blade?"

"I can't say I have," Cordelia replied while she and the others shook their heads.

"Well, he's a half vampire, vampire slayer," she answered. "Pretty good at it too… he can go out during the day… well I can do that too because I am a little adjusted or some such, but I'm not magical… I think it's possibly because I had the metagene. Anyway, I built my clan and I had one rule above them all; not to eat people, as there are other ways, and piss off people and they come in numbers, and I kind of like humans, but they joined Voldemort anyway because they wanted to eat people, so I had to put them down."

"Oh, yeah, I heard something about a butt kicking vampire chick," said Ashe nodding her head in agreement looking Fayte up and down. "Yep, she sure looks like a butt kicking vampire chick to me. So, don't you worry, if this Blade guy comes snooping around, we'll vouch for you."

"Thank you!"

Cordelia laughed a little rolling her eyes while Minerva looked uncomfortable, but the older woman had to learn that all creatures had a choice, and they shouldn't all be judged the same.

"Well anyway… lets continue with this interview shall we…?" Cordelia suggested brightly as she had a day off and wanted to find out where Laurel may have wandered off too.

Meanwhile at the Crater…

"How dare you filthy muggles touch me!" roared Voldemort angrily. The dark wizard had been fixed up with some magic and science before he was forced into his red jumpsuit and dumped into a cell next to where a couple of goblin prisoners in red were being forced into their own cell to await their trials, but they looked less interested in being arseholes than he was.

The guards dealing with Voldemort opened the cell he was going to be calling home, and just pushing the annoying jerk in where he fell to his knees, wincing slightly as he was still cut up and bruised as they only healed his more problematic injuries as they weren't obliged to do more magically, so he would have to heal over time. He was fuming with rage, a weird collar, and ankle, and wrist bracelets on him to keep him from using his powers without painful consequences.

"Tom…?" asked a horrifyingly familiar voice.

Voldemort looked up in horror; his mouth hanging open in dread to see the white haired old man with long white beard wearing red jumpsuit with cuffs and collar like his sitting on one of two chairs one side of a table with two single beds either side as he paused reading a storybook.

"Oh no, please!" Voldemort whined as he turned to what was now a wall and used to be a door; rushed to it banging loudly. "PLEASE! NO! DON'T LEAVE ME IN HERE WITH HIM…! NO! PLEASE HAVE MERCY!" he cried out thumping on the 'door' loud enough to hurt his fists.

Dumbledore just watched the poor soul sadly shaking his head as the poor boy had obviously lost his mind as well as his way. It must have been especially hard on Tom to have been captured and arrested by the muggles.

The guards walked away giving each other a high fives and laughing while a few other guards putting their own prisoners away gave them thumbs up, as they wondered how long they could get away with rooming, Tom Riddle and Albus Dumbledore. They almost felt sorry for the evil bastard wizard, but then remembered he was a mass murdering terrorist so forgot to care.

Back at Hogwarts it had been nice to have a day off thanks to Voldemort being locked away, but school was back on the next day, and gym class had been added to schedules. They also had to wonder how the muggles would take the knowledge of magical people. Then again, having seen one of the 'muggles' was a huge green giant slaying monster was a plus for them taking it well.

They had seen pictures in the paper, and there was even a lightning throwing blonde guy who was supposedly Thor: God of Thunder. The freaking Thor was walking around with the muggles and they praised him as a bloody superhero, and people with flying armour made out of muggle technology, and massive powerful robots.

Yeah. The magical world wasn't likely to concern anybody now that the muggles ran, Hogwarts, and other magical governments were having to show themselves and adjust to the new world. It was a scary time, but it could be amazing too, and with Amanda Potter and her long-lost brother working with the authorities to reassure people; everything would hopefully be okay, and work out in the end.

"Samantha!"

The fifteen year old girl started as she brushed her light blonde hair from her sky blue eyes in surprise as she looked around to see her brown eyed, black haired best friend Jenny skipping over from where she sat hidden behind a tree watching some cute boys kicking a ball around near the Dark Lake.

She grinned as her friend dropped down to her knees beside her, sorting out her robe as it was in her way.

"They'll probably be getting rid of robes soon," Sam said in amusement causing her muggle-born friend to laugh while rolling her eyes.

"Yeah probably," she agreed as she unbuttoned it, took it off and lobbed it to the side, showing off her normal-ish skirt uniform underneath. "I never really understood why we should wear those things. I bet Professor Cline won't even care if we don't wear them."

Sam shrugged with a thoughtful expression before nodding in agreement, but she left hers on as they enjoyed their lunch break as they had already eaten, and it was a fairly nice day out.

"Yeah, she's just cool like that," Samantha agreed thoughtfully. "But I wouldn't try just wearing normal clothes, that would be pushing it if Professor McGonagall or Professor Greengrass saw you. Though, I think Professor Greengrass is only so strict because she thinks she must be as she's a Head of House, but she is a really good teacher."

Jenny shrugged. "I like Professor Greengrass," she answered while Sam nodding that she did too. "So, have you had much contact with your mum yet? The distortion field generator seems to throw the owls off, and she doesn't have a phone, does she?" she asked while looking up as the rings span over the school without even leaving a shadow on the ground.

"Oh, haven't you seen it yet?" she asked in surprise as her best friend looked at her blankly. "Well they put this red box by the school gates that we can put our mail in after putting on this little sticker you have to buy, and as long as it has the address and name too, it will be delivered by a person, even to muggles if you want."

"You mean a Post Box?" Jenny asked in reply biting her lower lip to stop from laughing at her friend as she nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, so you have seen it," she replied smilingly. "I'm not so sure about paying each time, but…" she shrugged. "It's not very expensive, cheaper than an owl I suppose as I don't really write that many letters. I don't have to feed a Post Box, and Professor McGonagall said we're getting one put in the entrance hall so we don't have to travel to the gate all the time, and the post person will collect them from the admit office once its finished."

Jenny couldn't hold off as she burst out laughing. "Girl, you seriously need my help getting clued in – we're Hufflepuffs, not idiots."

Sam pouted with cute buggy eyes. "Now I know how Muggleborns feel when they don't know stuff," she said with an exaggerated sigh as if the world was out to get her.

"Well, Miss. Bones. I just happen to have been born in the scientific world, so I know the what's," she said smugly. "Why don't you come with me to the library…?"

"Ahh, no, not there," Sam complained. "They just finished it; let the Ravenclaw's break it in before we have no choice! Leave us poor Hufflepuff's alone!"

Jenny just rolled her eyes. "Don't be stupid. The library has CyberTech computers… freaking CyberTech computers. I was thinking we could surf the net, and I could show you all of the wonders they bring."

Sam just looked blankly at her. "Umm… what's a computer, what's the net, and what is surf? Isn't surfing some beach thing?"

Jenny sighed in exasperation. "I'll show you girl if we can get a free computer, come on," she said grabbing her robe and putting it on but leaving it undone as she stood up.

"Help me up," her friend pouted as she childishly offered her hands.

Jenny just laughed as she pulled her silly friend up to her feet. "I'm sure the stupid boys aren't going to leave school anytime soon," she said rolling her eyes.

"Yeah but when are we going to get chances to see them like this. Some of them have even taken off their shirts."

Rolling her eyes Jenny replied. "Yeah, showing us that when it comes to gym class after lunch and study hour that they'll all collapse. Look at them, they're either really skinny or flabby, and they're all forcing themselves on just to impress the girls watching."

Sam looked back at the boys and finally took note of all the huffing and puffing, sweaty brows, red faces and some of the boys were now sitting out as if they've just gone a round with a dragon or two.

"Okay, point taken," she readily conceded as the pair began walking back to the school.

"So, what has your mother said about things outside of this?" Jenny asked gesturing around at the few soldiers stationed around the grounds.

"Oh, well I told mum about the… thing… the pureblood thing we heard about." They both shuddered in disgust at the thought. "But she told me this morning that the British government has given the Ministry an ultimatum that if they don't close up the Ministry and take Muggle law then they'll be invaded as the UK Ministry can't be trusted, and with everything else I don't get why the Ministry is being so thick. I think they only have a day left now though, but maybe after V-Voldemort's arrest they'll get a clue about what would be best!"

"Aren't you worried about your mum?" she replied looking frightened.

"Na," she replied shaking her head. "Fudge probably still plans on fighting though," she said shrugging. "Mum just told me, she quit. She said she's going to offer up her services as head of… well the law enforcement guys that left with her I guess; that will hopefully help if they're with the muggles when they take over."

"Well, she has the experience!" she agreed smilingly. "So… the word is the Ministry's going to get its arse handed to it!"

"Yeah, pretty much," she agreed. "Especially since Vol-Voldemort," she said with a shudder. "I still can't believe that we were all… are all under a jinx with that name, but it's still a little tricky!"

Jenny shuddered too. "Yeah," she agreed shaking her head clear.

"W-well since V-Voldemort and Dumbledore have been locked up," she said taking a deep breath. "The ministry doesn't stand a chance. And if one of those Cyber Knights from the paper went too; they would have their arses beaten to a pulp.

"I'm still shocked that the muggles beat him," said Sam shaking her head in wonderment. "Well come on, if you want to show me this computy thingumabob!"

Jenny sighed as her best friend pulled her along. "It's a computer," she said rolling her eyes with a feeling that she was going to be correcting her friend a lot in the coming weeks.

Fayte smirked humorously as she watched her class of fifteen-year-olds running around the wide circle she set out with cones wearing their new white tops and black shorts with the Hogwarts badge. Professor Cline was on ball when it came to getting things done.

She took note that while some of the girls looked hot, and they seemed to have great bods, it was all just an illusion as they were seriously all unfit. They had just finished one circuit of the five she set out and they were already falling all over themselves, huffing and puffing red faced.

Sighing she walked out of the shadows of the building, her pale skin glowing and the bones under her skin shadowing through giving her a slight ominous look. She was wearing some tight black bicycle shorts, and tight black sleeveless vest that accentuated her body in all the right ways, and topping off the outfit black running trainers, and some stylish sunglasses perched on her nose.

"Useless," she muttered smilingly as she looked down to her feet where a blonde blue-eyed girl had dropped to her knees looking as if she might die. "Is that seriously all you have?" she asked the girl as she looked up as a shadow passed over her to see her new teacher. "What's your name?" she asked the girl raising her eyebrow.

"S-Samantha, Professor Fayte," she stuttered and gasped out wondering whether it was okay to still think her gym teacher was hot even like this in the sunlight. Her checks lit up just thinking such silly things, which wasn't very noticeable as they were already red from exercise.

"Well, Sammy," her teacher purred as she crouched down, their faces so close, her cheeks flamed more as her teacher; her vampire teacher grinned at her, her heart rate through the roof. "Get up off of that lazy little butt of yours and you'll be standing by me running on the spot if you are so incapable of pacing around in a circle."

Sam was then startled as the teacher just pulled her up into her arms as if she weighed nothing and walked back into the shade and planted her on her feet smirking.

"Now jog," she commanded and Sam not wanting a detention, or anything started moving on the spot while the teacher just leant back on the wall and watched her. "Sorry, just stop," she said moments later laughing at the girl.

Sam looked at her teacher confused. "A-are you just making fun of me?" she asked glaring.

"I couldn't help it," she answered laughingly. "You guys are seriously… well, unfit; you're supposed to be fifth years, not fifty years."

Sam just pouted while her teacher made fun of her, but at least it's not hurtful like that… that… thing Snape that Dumbledore let get away with what he wanted.

She had a feeling that Fayte, vampire or not would be one of her favourite teachers.