Author's Note and Disclaimer: Don't own anyone but Flavic. I
am having a ball with this vampire thing so I decided to
include a ton of background about it! Hee hee, I hope y'all
don't mind. I'll get the next chapter out as soon as possible
but I really get inspired by hearing from my readers so
please review! I will sing praises of each reviewer in the
next chapter if you do. Or at least I'll write praises, I'm
not musically inclined. : )
(By the way, I would have gotten this out sooner had it not been for the log in site which would not come up. I had been so happy and cool about to update my story and then, ay caramba! IT WOULDN'T SHOW UP! You have no idea how pissed off I was.)
Anyway, since you're probably bored to tears by my computer issues here's the story…
Chapter 6: Remembrances and Revelations
Severus was still sleeping when the Healer left.
Dumbledore moved over from his armchair and sat silently on the couch next to the Potion's Master, who yawned and turned over on his side.
In that cat-like yawn, long sharp fangs were bared against clean white teeth. It appeared that the Concealing Concoction Snape used to cover up his vampire looks had worn off.
In fact, the little color that graced Snape's features was drained from his face, revealing an ivory complexion that was unnatural looking. The final trances yellowish coloring disappeared, revealing the man in his natural, ethereal beauty.
Snape was beautiful in the way that all predators are beautiful, handsome and deadly. His fangs, protruding slightly over his lower lip gave a frightening kind of sensuality and if it weren't for the greasy hair, a byproduct of the Concealing Concoction, he would be almost handsome.
But Albus wasn't interested in Snape in that manner, the two had more of a father, son relationship. That relationship had started even before Snape had come to him, seeking refuge from the Death Eaters. For he would not have come in the first place, since Vampires were proud creatures, if Dumbledore had not befriended him the first place as a child.
Albus could clearly remember the special request sent by Drusilla Snape, for her children to be let in. She was, or had been, the mother of seven at the time. Since then, Severus' older brother Olin and his younger sisters Mitzi and Devika had died, Olin and Devika in Azkaban due to the Kiss of the Dementor and Mitzi, murdered at the hand of McNair, as payment for the surrender of her siblings.
But years before those deaths Drusilla had begged for her older children to be let in and had pleaded with him once more when it came Severus' and his twin brother Senette's time to go. The school governors had not been happy about it but had finally given in after much protest and Hogwarts had housed it's first Vampire.
The Vampire's hadn't been too keen on the idea either, they thought is was disgracing to have one of their own being taught witchcraft and sent loads of petitions to the Minister about it until he threatened to cut connections with the Vampire's Confederation, their only form of political communication.
Gently reaching a hand over to pat Snape's shoulder Dumbledore sighed, that had been just like the Vampire's Confederation to do something like that. They never really cared about anything unless it concerned Vampires, Vampire Slayers, or Hunting Rights. Since Vampire's basically had no rules except for blood claim on humans they drew blood from, the Guild had very few priorities.
In fact, their main priority was food, which had led many of them to be in cahoots with Lord Voldemort as his personal assassins. They had been perfect for that role with their finely honed senses and special powers and had been promised a large supply of humans in return. That was what had led Severus and his friends to the Dark Lord at least.
But that was in the past, not far enough for Binns to teach it, but it was still in the past. He needed to concentrate on the future and the problems that lay at hand, like that Healer. More sessions he'd said? Dumbledore would have to talk to Severus about that in the morning. Dumbledore grimaced, this would probably cause a huge argument about Seveus, "being perfectly capable of handling his own personal problems" as Snape put it.
He sighed, with pleasant addition to breakfast conversation the morning promised to be VERY pleasant, the old man thought sarcastically to himself. "Sarcasm eh?" he murmured to the slumbering man, "you're rubbing off on me Severus."
Giving Snape's shoulder a final squeeze he moved away from the couch and began the long walk up from the dungeons to his private quarters.
*
Flavic Cowan collapsed at his desk at the Cowan Healer's Guild. What had he gotten himself into? It had started out as a regular call for a healing trance and some bone binding and had ended up with an eighty percent chance of him giving psychiatric help to a bad tempered vampire, ex –Death Eater.
Lowering his head in his hands he sighed audibly. He had always been a low grade Healer, doing simple physical analysis but never in his life had Flavic ever worked on such a puzzling, dangerous subject.
Still, as much as he was reluctant to do this he really owed it to Snape as a patient. He had sworn when he'd gotten his license to heal that he would not pick and choose who he would work with because everyone deserved to get good medical attention no matter how…SPECIAL they were. And Severus Snape was about as "special" as they came.
Flavic thought over his most confusing case until his head hurt and finally Apparated home where he thew himself into bed, head spinning. One thing was for sure, whatever happened, working with Snape was sure going to make life interesting in every sense of the word.
(By the way, I would have gotten this out sooner had it not been for the log in site which would not come up. I had been so happy and cool about to update my story and then, ay caramba! IT WOULDN'T SHOW UP! You have no idea how pissed off I was.)
Anyway, since you're probably bored to tears by my computer issues here's the story…
Chapter 6: Remembrances and Revelations
Severus was still sleeping when the Healer left.
Dumbledore moved over from his armchair and sat silently on the couch next to the Potion's Master, who yawned and turned over on his side.
In that cat-like yawn, long sharp fangs were bared against clean white teeth. It appeared that the Concealing Concoction Snape used to cover up his vampire looks had worn off.
In fact, the little color that graced Snape's features was drained from his face, revealing an ivory complexion that was unnatural looking. The final trances yellowish coloring disappeared, revealing the man in his natural, ethereal beauty.
Snape was beautiful in the way that all predators are beautiful, handsome and deadly. His fangs, protruding slightly over his lower lip gave a frightening kind of sensuality and if it weren't for the greasy hair, a byproduct of the Concealing Concoction, he would be almost handsome.
But Albus wasn't interested in Snape in that manner, the two had more of a father, son relationship. That relationship had started even before Snape had come to him, seeking refuge from the Death Eaters. For he would not have come in the first place, since Vampires were proud creatures, if Dumbledore had not befriended him the first place as a child.
Albus could clearly remember the special request sent by Drusilla Snape, for her children to be let in. She was, or had been, the mother of seven at the time. Since then, Severus' older brother Olin and his younger sisters Mitzi and Devika had died, Olin and Devika in Azkaban due to the Kiss of the Dementor and Mitzi, murdered at the hand of McNair, as payment for the surrender of her siblings.
But years before those deaths Drusilla had begged for her older children to be let in and had pleaded with him once more when it came Severus' and his twin brother Senette's time to go. The school governors had not been happy about it but had finally given in after much protest and Hogwarts had housed it's first Vampire.
The Vampire's hadn't been too keen on the idea either, they thought is was disgracing to have one of their own being taught witchcraft and sent loads of petitions to the Minister about it until he threatened to cut connections with the Vampire's Confederation, their only form of political communication.
Gently reaching a hand over to pat Snape's shoulder Dumbledore sighed, that had been just like the Vampire's Confederation to do something like that. They never really cared about anything unless it concerned Vampires, Vampire Slayers, or Hunting Rights. Since Vampire's basically had no rules except for blood claim on humans they drew blood from, the Guild had very few priorities.
In fact, their main priority was food, which had led many of them to be in cahoots with Lord Voldemort as his personal assassins. They had been perfect for that role with their finely honed senses and special powers and had been promised a large supply of humans in return. That was what had led Severus and his friends to the Dark Lord at least.
But that was in the past, not far enough for Binns to teach it, but it was still in the past. He needed to concentrate on the future and the problems that lay at hand, like that Healer. More sessions he'd said? Dumbledore would have to talk to Severus about that in the morning. Dumbledore grimaced, this would probably cause a huge argument about Seveus, "being perfectly capable of handling his own personal problems" as Snape put it.
He sighed, with pleasant addition to breakfast conversation the morning promised to be VERY pleasant, the old man thought sarcastically to himself. "Sarcasm eh?" he murmured to the slumbering man, "you're rubbing off on me Severus."
Giving Snape's shoulder a final squeeze he moved away from the couch and began the long walk up from the dungeons to his private quarters.
*
Flavic Cowan collapsed at his desk at the Cowan Healer's Guild. What had he gotten himself into? It had started out as a regular call for a healing trance and some bone binding and had ended up with an eighty percent chance of him giving psychiatric help to a bad tempered vampire, ex –Death Eater.
Lowering his head in his hands he sighed audibly. He had always been a low grade Healer, doing simple physical analysis but never in his life had Flavic ever worked on such a puzzling, dangerous subject.
Still, as much as he was reluctant to do this he really owed it to Snape as a patient. He had sworn when he'd gotten his license to heal that he would not pick and choose who he would work with because everyone deserved to get good medical attention no matter how…SPECIAL they were. And Severus Snape was about as "special" as they came.
Flavic thought over his most confusing case until his head hurt and finally Apparated home where he thew himself into bed, head spinning. One thing was for sure, whatever happened, working with Snape was sure going to make life interesting in every sense of the word.