Disclaimer and Author's Note: Don't own them except for Flavic. I don't
like this chapter very much but I guess it gives some explanations to my
take on vampires and will give you some more tidbits about Flavic.
By the way, I have a note for Stormy: Thank you for picking up on the vampire thing. I don't watch Buffy or Angel so, no, this won't be the same Drusilla. I just got her name out of my History book when I was reading about the Romans. And about the thing about vampires not able to have children, I was never aware of that. I've been to several sights to do my, "vampiric research", and I never read anything like that. I think that there's a definite chance that you might be correct but for now, until I learn otherwise, I'm going to go with what I consider to be a vampire. I hope you don't mind.
Chapter 4: The Interlude of Perky Healers
The cat was out of the Goddamn bag, Snape thought miserably.
It wasn't bad enough that Flavic knew that he was a Death Eater, now he knew about Snape's blood sucking heritage. It really wasn't turning out to be his day.
Still, it wasn't Flavic's or Albus' fault for knowing about his…problems. The whole lack of pulse thing had pretty much given it away. That was the problem with being one of the living dead.
Flavic was looking stunned and decidedly unnerved, "you're a vampire?"
Sighing Snape nodded and then added, "my grandfather was a wizard though, so I suppose I'm only two thirds vampire."
When Flavic made no move to come and remove the splinters which were really starting to irritate him now Snape muttered, "I promise not to bite you, hypnotize you, or attack you so won't you get on with it."
"Won't the wooden splinters kill you?" Flavic asked nervously.
Gently cradling his still throbbing wrist he replied scornfully, "no, all of that rubbish is really myth. The only reason people liked wooden stakes over silver ones was because they were less expensive to manufacture."
Then he gave Flavic a very pointed look which Dumbledore thought was reminiscent of Minerva McGonagall and said, "now if you'll kindly do what we've called you here to do." He held up his broken wrist in illustration.
"Right," Flavic said and stepped forward to pour some magic in to mend the bones.
Cowan was being far too cheerful, Severus thought, for a man who was doctoring a vampire who happened to be an ex-Death Eater. In fact, Flavic was actually whistling as he fixed bones and repaired torn skin and removed the pieces of wood. Punctuating his song with taps of his foot he proceeded to put some balm on the assorted cuts and bruises.
"Now Professor, if you'd be so kind as to stretch out on this couch I'd like to get a physical and emotional reading off of you," Flavic told him with a perky smile.
Giving the man a cold look Snape straightened his back and blatantly refused to let the healer sift through his emotions. There was a reason he kept people away with his unpleasant attitude. It didn't matter how lonely a man it made him since it was better than being overemotional.
It was the way of Slytherins, you had to play the uncaring mercenary if you were going to get anywhere in your life. It didn't pay to let your problems get in the way of your ambition when you were dealing with Slytherins because they would walk all over you.
Flavic was beginning to look mildly annoyed by now and said with biting impatience in his voice, "Professor, I don't have all night so if you please oblige me and LIE DOWN."
Leaning back with a cruel leer Snape raised an eyebrow, "it isn't good to threaten vampires, or Death Eaters for that matter."
"I don't think of it as a threat," Flavic replied with strained pleasantness, "I think of it as a forceful request."
It didn't seem, Severus thought, thinking back to when the healer had begun to work on him, that Cowan was fazed by much of anything.
Severus was not used to the way Cowan dismissed his attempts at rudeness. Normally people took his unpleasant demeanor to heart and occasionally ran in the opposite direction if he was lucky. But Cowan simply responded with odd friendliness that Snape wasn't used to. He just didn't understand the healer one little bit.
When Snape made no indication that he was going to lay down and let the healer scan him Cowan took out his wand said, "Petrificus Totalus", and prodded Snape in the chest for emphasis.
"Sorry about that old boy," Flavic said, sounding genuinely apologetic, "but you know, you weren't really giving me any other alternatives."
This, Albus Dumbledore thought, was something worth seeing when someone got the better of Severus Snape. Flavic was possibly the first person in history to have pinned the Potion's Master down on the couch and, now that the charm had worn off, was attempting to wrestle him into a scanning position.
"Get off me you imbecile!" Snape roared, fighting to throw Flavic off.
"Sir, I must say you're making things much more difficult than they need to be," Flavic panted.
Things began to get a little extreme when Severus attempted rip open Flavic's neck and Dumbledore decided that this might be a good time to break up the brawl. He wrenched Flavic off of Severus and gave Snape a penetrating blue-eyed stare, which very clearly told Snape to stretch out on the couch and be happy about it. So grudgingly Severus carefully lay down on the couch while giving Flavic a withering look.
Silently Flavic moved over to sit on the edge of the couch and place one hand on Snape's chest for the connection needed for scanning, but then the young Healer paused. He gave Severus a stern look and in the silence that had followed the skirmish complained to the vampire, "that wasn't a fair fight, you have fangs."
By the way, I have a note for Stormy: Thank you for picking up on the vampire thing. I don't watch Buffy or Angel so, no, this won't be the same Drusilla. I just got her name out of my History book when I was reading about the Romans. And about the thing about vampires not able to have children, I was never aware of that. I've been to several sights to do my, "vampiric research", and I never read anything like that. I think that there's a definite chance that you might be correct but for now, until I learn otherwise, I'm going to go with what I consider to be a vampire. I hope you don't mind.
Chapter 4: The Interlude of Perky Healers
The cat was out of the Goddamn bag, Snape thought miserably.
It wasn't bad enough that Flavic knew that he was a Death Eater, now he knew about Snape's blood sucking heritage. It really wasn't turning out to be his day.
Still, it wasn't Flavic's or Albus' fault for knowing about his…problems. The whole lack of pulse thing had pretty much given it away. That was the problem with being one of the living dead.
Flavic was looking stunned and decidedly unnerved, "you're a vampire?"
Sighing Snape nodded and then added, "my grandfather was a wizard though, so I suppose I'm only two thirds vampire."
When Flavic made no move to come and remove the splinters which were really starting to irritate him now Snape muttered, "I promise not to bite you, hypnotize you, or attack you so won't you get on with it."
"Won't the wooden splinters kill you?" Flavic asked nervously.
Gently cradling his still throbbing wrist he replied scornfully, "no, all of that rubbish is really myth. The only reason people liked wooden stakes over silver ones was because they were less expensive to manufacture."
Then he gave Flavic a very pointed look which Dumbledore thought was reminiscent of Minerva McGonagall and said, "now if you'll kindly do what we've called you here to do." He held up his broken wrist in illustration.
"Right," Flavic said and stepped forward to pour some magic in to mend the bones.
Cowan was being far too cheerful, Severus thought, for a man who was doctoring a vampire who happened to be an ex-Death Eater. In fact, Flavic was actually whistling as he fixed bones and repaired torn skin and removed the pieces of wood. Punctuating his song with taps of his foot he proceeded to put some balm on the assorted cuts and bruises.
"Now Professor, if you'd be so kind as to stretch out on this couch I'd like to get a physical and emotional reading off of you," Flavic told him with a perky smile.
Giving the man a cold look Snape straightened his back and blatantly refused to let the healer sift through his emotions. There was a reason he kept people away with his unpleasant attitude. It didn't matter how lonely a man it made him since it was better than being overemotional.
It was the way of Slytherins, you had to play the uncaring mercenary if you were going to get anywhere in your life. It didn't pay to let your problems get in the way of your ambition when you were dealing with Slytherins because they would walk all over you.
Flavic was beginning to look mildly annoyed by now and said with biting impatience in his voice, "Professor, I don't have all night so if you please oblige me and LIE DOWN."
Leaning back with a cruel leer Snape raised an eyebrow, "it isn't good to threaten vampires, or Death Eaters for that matter."
"I don't think of it as a threat," Flavic replied with strained pleasantness, "I think of it as a forceful request."
It didn't seem, Severus thought, thinking back to when the healer had begun to work on him, that Cowan was fazed by much of anything.
Severus was not used to the way Cowan dismissed his attempts at rudeness. Normally people took his unpleasant demeanor to heart and occasionally ran in the opposite direction if he was lucky. But Cowan simply responded with odd friendliness that Snape wasn't used to. He just didn't understand the healer one little bit.
When Snape made no indication that he was going to lay down and let the healer scan him Cowan took out his wand said, "Petrificus Totalus", and prodded Snape in the chest for emphasis.
"Sorry about that old boy," Flavic said, sounding genuinely apologetic, "but you know, you weren't really giving me any other alternatives."
This, Albus Dumbledore thought, was something worth seeing when someone got the better of Severus Snape. Flavic was possibly the first person in history to have pinned the Potion's Master down on the couch and, now that the charm had worn off, was attempting to wrestle him into a scanning position.
"Get off me you imbecile!" Snape roared, fighting to throw Flavic off.
"Sir, I must say you're making things much more difficult than they need to be," Flavic panted.
Things began to get a little extreme when Severus attempted rip open Flavic's neck and Dumbledore decided that this might be a good time to break up the brawl. He wrenched Flavic off of Severus and gave Snape a penetrating blue-eyed stare, which very clearly told Snape to stretch out on the couch and be happy about it. So grudgingly Severus carefully lay down on the couch while giving Flavic a withering look.
Silently Flavic moved over to sit on the edge of the couch and place one hand on Snape's chest for the connection needed for scanning, but then the young Healer paused. He gave Severus a stern look and in the silence that had followed the skirmish complained to the vampire, "that wasn't a fair fight, you have fangs."