By Gaz
A/N: there are lots of "A/N's" today. I'm really bored and I've had this chapter ready for weeks so now I'm just typing up what was in my notebook.
~*~Friday, October 30, Afternoon DADA class (Harry's)~*~
The class was quiet; everyone was working on their projects (A/N: as they always are in Spike's class, for now at least) on Destiny, Rowen, Thorn, or William (A/N: the bloody—of course—that's if you were wondering). Every few seconds the room seemed to get lighter, as if someone were playing with one of the black curtains. Spike looked up to find out the reason for the abnormal lighting situation that day (A/N: funky sounding huh???).
"You!!!," Spike practically yelled seeing a girl, her head laying on her arm on the desk, her face towards a window. (A/N: yes "practically" cause he's not supposed to be yelling at little children, that would make my rating go up or maybe not.)
She was staring intently at the curtain, moving it slightly with her eyes. The sunlight would hit the desk just as she moved out of the way, barely missing getting hit by the sunbeams. Her silver hair spilled out over the desk.
"Destiny, is that you?" Spike asked seeming slightly happy at the sight of her as he walked towards the back of the room where she was sitting.
"Last time I checked," Destiny said looking away from the window to look Spike in the eye, her face showed a weariness that hadn't shone before; it looked as if it had seen far more years than the sixteen-year-old she seemed to be. "Though it's not always who I feel like."
"So, what're you doing here? I didn't think that Dumbledore would have invited more than one of the children in," Spike said, his voice losing the slight happiness.
"He invited you in didn't he? Devil, you were, the worst of us. It was like we had each other's parents. You with the Slytherin attitude, and me with the Gryffindor heart," Destiny said with a laugh as she stood up.
"Yeah, but you have your dad's evilness and power, though you're using both differently than he had," Spike said, before retorting, "Mostly his evilness though."
"How many times must I tell people, I'm not evil, I still have a soul and goodness in my heart, God, I'm starting to get pissed at you and the others. Ugh," Destiny ranted. Then, as her sword appeared on her back, she sharply said, "Do you still have your dad's knack for a fight? I sure hope so."
Slowly she started walking towards Spike. The clicking of her dragon hide boots somehow going with the swishing of her black leather duster (A/N: matching Spike's, except I think his is brown...I don't know) against her shining black pants.
"Actually, I do," Spike said as a golden sword appeared on his back.
His sword was exactly the same as hers, yet totally different. It was made of gold, enchanted so as not to break. The hilt seemed to be made up of several lions standing as if ready to attack. One single lion stood stationary (A/N: of course stationary, but what I mean is that it's in a position that if they were real that it would be standing stationary) on the front of the sword, its tail hanging down to about half way down the sword. The fur on the other lions seemed to be made up of thousands of strands of amber and ruby, and the eyes were of emeralds. The fur of the lion on the front was of amber, ruby, diamond, and emerald, its eyes were of emerald like the others. The strap was of silver; the opposite of Destiny's gold strap, and the sheath was of the same glass like material that had been used for the sheath on Destiny's sword.
By now the two were walking towards each other, swords drawn. Suddenly, Destiny stopped about three feet from Spike, swords almost touching. A wand appeared in her right hand.
"We're not going to do this with magic are we? That'll take all the fun out of it," Spike said with what one could call a laugh or some kind of sarcastic noise. "Plus mine's been broken for years."
"No, silly, William. The children, I'm moving them out of the way. I don't happen to fancy the idea of Dumbledore killing me," Destiny said sweetly (A/N: that's something that doesn't come with her personality). Then, her voice briefly became sarcastic, as she said, "Any ways. Don't you mean at least half a century ago about your wand."
"Don't call me that," Spike said sharply, surprising Destiny seeing as she thought he'd comment on the half a century remark.
"And why not?" Destiny asked a little too quickly.
"You know the bloody reason," Spike practically yelled (A/N: yes practically again).
"Ah yes, it is a very bloody reason," Destiny said a look of amusement taking over her face. "All and all, I need you to be quiet."
"Fine, fine," Spike said calming down.
Destiny raised her want towards the watching students. Quietly, almost silently, she hummed something.
"Are you actually going to move them, or just hum all day?" Spike asked impatiently.
"This should answer your question," Destiny replied as the class disappeared, appearing instantly scrunched up against the wall. "Ready?"
"Cripes, you got the humming thing back. I thought you couldn't do that any more," Spike said with another sound that could be called a laugh, ignoring the last thing she had said.
"Cripes, why in hell would you use that word?" Destiny said not succeeding in choking back a laugh.
"Dumbledore asked me to watch my language around the students," Spike said with a scowl.
"You're actually listening to the old coot?" Destiny asked unbelievingly. "You never listened to your daddy, acting too much like a Slytherin, that's why their colors are on your sword. And the only reason you listened to Angelus was because you were in the same town as the slayer with whom he was having fun torturing. Though you even got around that by using the stupid wheelchair, making him think you couldn't even go out for the hunt. Hell, even I had a better bloody excuse than that."
"Yes, listening that's why you let yourself become a vampire. You know the bloody reason for the house color exchange, just look at the Gryffindor colors on your sword," Spike said getting ready to attack. "Now, are you ready?"
"Yes, yes, I'm ready, but you do know that our swords aren't meant to fight against each other. Much like Voldie and Harry's wands, it's kinda funny," Destiny said getting into fighting stance. "You get first strike."
"Oh wonderful, I get to be the one that the swords burn," Spike said with obvious fake happiness (A/N: sarcasm for those of you that didn't get that, I just didn't have the want to write that soo over used word right now).
"Fine, I'll make the first strike with my luck my bloody curse will make me stronger and I'll end up killing you before we can fulfill the prophecy," Destiny said before lunging forward, only to have Spike easily block her attack.
"This went on for a while, one would attack, and the other would easily block. It was too simple, proving that they weren't truly putting their hearts into it.
"Spike," Destiny said from her new place on his desk before popping a large handful of popcorn into her mouth.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Spike asked as he tried to force his sword to stop fighting, but it wouldn't stop.
"Let go quickly," Destiny advised. "Then come over here and I'll create a shadow 'you' to take your place, as I have done for myself."
Spike let go, and an instant later he was sitting beside Destiny. In his place was a transparent copy of himself fighting against a transparent version of Destiny.
"Popcorn?" Destiny asked offering him some popcorn from her LARGE bowl.
"No thanks, luv," Spike said. "Do you still remember how to make those wonderful Bloody Mary's that you used to make?"
"Bloody Mary, hold the Mary, coming up," Destiny said holding her hand out as a golden goblet appeared filled (A/N: unknown to the students) with blood.
"Just as good as always," Spike said taking a long spit of the blood.
"You should be thanking yourself, I got the ingredients from the fridge in your room," Destiny said, the only reply she got from Spike was the look on his face of total sickness. "Don't worry, I'm going into Hogsmead either tonight or tomorrow night just after sunset, I'll replace it then."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Half the class was watching them waiting for their next moves, and the other half was watching the 'shadows' battle it out, though they weren't getting anywhere.
"Destiny," Spike said planning on asking her exactly what kind of magic she had used to conger up the 'shadows.'
"No, no, no , no," Destiny was saying over and over quickly shaking horribly. Every few seconds saying, "The Dark Lord."
"Destiny?" Spike said sounding sort of worried. "Is he coming? Is the Dark Lord coming?"
"No, he's here already, he wants me, he after me. Damned bleedin prophecy told him everything. Rereading it right now, laughing at how he's gonna change it all. Get rid of my soul cursid himself, get rid of all the nummy people with their delicious blood," Destiny said looking up at Spike, her silver eyes now golden, her voice sounding like Drucilla's. "After I've killed the Death Eaters, you will save me, won't you, William?"
"Of course, of course," Spike said about ready to say anything to get her to reveal more about what she was seeing. "What else do you see?"
"Thank you," she said wearily before passing out.
"Class dismissed," Spike said quickly as most of the students stood up to find out what was going on.
"I'll go get Madam Pompfrey," Hermione offered.
"No need," Spike said picking up Destiny and running as fast as he could towards his rooms in the dungeons, using a back way so as to make sure he avoided any sun that could be coming in through a window.
Though, Spike was running as fast as his vampire legs could carry him he still felt as though he were going too slow. Occasionally, he's look down at Destiny, who was laying into him as though she had fallen asleep in his arms. Going the back way to his rooms only took about two minutes longer than the normal way did, but it felt like hours.
"Professor Spike," Snape sneered walking down the hall towards Spike, who instantly slowed down to a quick paced walk.
"Snape," Spike said with an even more evil sneer than Snape had been able to muster (A/N: I like that word ^_^ ) as he tried not to vamp out. Then, seeming to calm down some, he asked, "Seeing as you have the afternoon off, could you take my 2:30 class for me? they should just come in and go right to work on their projects."
"Fine, but what do you want me to tell Dumbledore, if he asks?" Snape asked knowing very well that Dumbledore wouldn't ask (A/N: he's just an annoying nosy git).
"Tell him I had to deal with some burns," Spike said simply.
"You don't look burned," Snape said glaring at Spike. "Actually you're looking very suspicious right now, carrying an unconscious fifteen or sixteen year old towards your rooms."
"Fifteen or sixteen year old, her? You haven't met her yet, have you," Spike said with a laugh, turning serious, he said, "I have to take care of demon girl here; her bloody visions burned her out."
With that, Spike started up at his inhuman speed till he got to a tall almost scary looking statue of Salazar Slytherin. Quickly he kicked the statue in the knee, which amazingly made it step to the side revealing a door.
"Rowen and Thorn are coming, on their ways right now," Destiny said now in a semi-conscious state, her voice soft and melodic.
"There, there luv, it'll be alright," Spike said more to himself than to Destiny as she trembled in his arms.
Quickly he walked through the door that the statue had revealed. Inside was a nice spacious parlor (A/N: or living room for those of you that have no idea what parlors are. Anybody like that needs to read more books that take place a long time ago, or read a dictionary) decorated with black Victorian style couches, chares, and tables. A new TV stood against on of the walls of the octagon shaped room. On the opposite wall was a paining of Spike, Destiny, and two other guys. The tow guys both had dark hair and eyes, though they weren't related.
Spike, quickly, walked across the room and through a dark green door. To the left of that door was a red door that led to the kitchen, and to the right was a silver door that led to an empty room. The door that Spike had gone through was directly opposite from the gold door through which he had entered.
"He's coming," Destiny moaned as Spike laid her down on an unused bed inside the room.
"It's alright, Dez," Spike said, this time Destiny seemed to hear him and became still.
Destiny's eerie stillness proved to be that she had just fallen into a deep sleep. Noticing this, Spike went back through the large room and into the kitchen. He reached into the white mini fridge (that had been enchanted to work in the castle, even without electricity, just as the TV had been) and pulled out one of his packages of blood, only grimacing slightly as he poured the entire contents into a mug from one of the cupboards that lined the walls. with only a second's hesitation, he added about a fourth of a package of sugar to the blood. With much speed (A/N: I've used quickly too many times in this chapter already), he took the mug and put it on the mahogany nightstand that stood next to the four-poster bed (complete with deep green curtains) that Destiny soundlessly slept on. With that done, he left the room and went to watch his brand new BIG screen TV.
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Hey. I've had that chapter done for months now. But I had to do transitional chapters that would connect this to the rest of the story. Hope you liked it. The next one will be out real soon cause I'm almost done writing it down in my notebook.
Gaz Destiny
