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Vauns. The plot either belongs to me my muse or the goddess any way READ
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Vauns awoke in the morning to find she was alone. Her hand was still damp and sticky from her tears. Her eyes fluttered opened and saw the small dent that was slowly disappearing, he had left not to long ago. She sighed and sat up strait to find a dull blackness to over come her body. She was too warm. Quickly she threw off the covers and opened the window to greet the chilling wind.
It was worried about her, she could feel it. It was happy to be with her again and she was happy to be around it, the wind was a cold comfort to her, a small and loving thing that never seemed to fail her. And it was always still there in the morning. She squinted her nose and tried not to cry. When she had control she began to get ready for classes.
Vauns was late to breakfast due to her conversation with the wind, and the two times she had to rebraid her hair. But now it was perfect, the two side braids encircled her head and created a halo of red and white streaked hair. She was beautiful and the sharp purple robe she wore over white shirt, silver tunic, and white trousers brought out the light pink that flushed her cheeks.
All this Snape noted with the slightest glances as she entered the Great Dining Hall. He scowled and finished his light meal before leaving to prepare his classes. His heart skipped a beat as he passed her chair but settled into its usual glum once he left the room and was headed to his classes.
Snape knew not why he had been so tempted to leave the comfort of his bed and sooth the woman, but he had done so. The sound of the pounding wind reached his ears and he looked outside to see a small wind tunnel forming outside the window he was adjacent to. He snarled at it and kept walking very aware that the tunnel followed him until he was to his dungeons.
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Weeks later when all seemed calm and all seemed normal Snape was sitting in his rooms working on the potions and grading the last of his students papers. He was tired and his eyes seemed to want to close themselves. But something was tugging at the back of his mind something told him he should be up and walking. So instead of giving into the exhaustion he wanted to he stood up and briskly began to walk upstairs.
Then he saw her. Her pale skin lit by the torches as she passed, the black dress showing more of her skin than was necessary. But she was there, blindly she calmly she began to walk up s flight of stairs. Without hesitation and a great feel of unease he followed her. Her steps were fast and erratic, her breath came hard and he could hear the soft flesh of her feet smack the stone along the way.
She went farther and farther up until she was past the highest floor, and in through the trap door on the top. He grimaced as his bones creaked and swayed a little as he climbed onto the top of the roof. There he was almost swept onto his knees by the harsh winds that punched him. Once he caught sight of her he noticed what was happening.
She was pushing her way calmly to the edge of the roof. Her black dress whipped around her wildly as her hair stood almost strait out behind her. The wind did not like what she was doing and it seemed to voice its wish for her to go back by pouring rain and hard bitter cold gusts of wind.
Snape pushed against the wind sheltering his eyes from the dagger like rain drops that pelted his skin. He was five feet away when he noticed that she was climing on top of the ledge at the end of the roof. She clasped the stone and faced the wind head on screaming like a mad woman.
Over the wind he heard, "What is to life if I shall be so tormented! Why should I live and others die! Why should others feel the touch of love and I feel the pain inflicted by it!" With that she looked down contemplating the fall. The wind stopped jeering Snape enough so he could use his strength to get to her.
He reached out the full length of his arm, his body, and his voice. "Damn you!" Was the utterance that escaped his throat as she leaned forward. His long fingers reached out in hopes to find her flesh beneath them, and so they did. Her boned wrist buckled and snapped as he forcefully pulled her back into a tangled heap on the ground. She cried out but uttered no other sentiment or feeling of anger.
They lay there for long moments. His knee jammed up against the middle of her body her hand buried deeply among his robes so that it touched his cold rain soaked skin. His hand lay in the exposed small of her back and the other was entangled with her shivering wet fingers.
They were touching skin to skin in so many places and yet nothing was happening, nothing was hurting, and nothing was changing color. She raised herself a bit lifting her weight from his body but not sitting fully upright. He lips quivered as she noticed all the placed their skin touched. A small moan escaped her lips as she realized the feel of his knee against the middle of her legs and feeling it sent through her and she moved back slightly.
He felt the cold drips of rain that came from her face plop against his exposed throat. He grimaced a bit as he slowly lowered his knee and brought her face to face with himself. Experimentally he placed a lip lingering kiss upon her soft delicate lips. She did not pull back and there came no blood as before. So she pressed deeper his tongue fighting with her own.
As his knee moved methodically back and forth against the middle of her body she slipped her own knee into his middle. This he reveled in the motion the feeling the pure passionate grace they emitted. The hand that had been entangled in her own was free and now traveling up her tight to her stomach.
His heart beat quicker as she reached up his tunic and up the right arm of his shirt. She felt the dark mark there and squirmed a bit but slowly stroked the tip of his wrist. He moved slowly against her stomach lingering on her womb, for there he felt it was safe, the safest place to hold. He stroked her there making her moan deeply into his mouth, and breath a heavy gasp as his warming knee grinded into her body.
He though that it was almost as good as what they were motioning but then something happened. She pulled back her warm lips bleeding, she gripped the exposed flesh of her stomach and stood strait. Her blood gushed over her hand and spittled the ground as if it were acid. He stood immediately and took her in his arms. He was careful not to touch her skin or bump her head as he descended the trap door.
He rushed quickly down the stairs pounding on McGonagal's, Sprout's, and Flitwick's doors on the way. Finally he got to the infirmary and pounded on the door that led to Poppy's room. Soon everyone was gathering around the bed in which he and Poppy had placed her. He had back into a corner and was talking to Dumbledore who had been woken by the noise.
Poppy looked up as the girl gurgled and jerked violently. She looked strait into Snape's eyes and with sharp eyes she pronounced, "She is dead."
Everyone looked to Dumbledore and Snape.
"Everyone form a circle around the girl, were are going to have to make a protection spell so that the school doesn't come tumbling around our ears." Everyone had their wands out in a flash and had formed a circle around her, including Snape, though his eyes were wild, and his hands and cloths had been covered in blood.
Soon light was pouring from the blood soaked wound, her broken wrist, and her bleeding lips. Everyone began most using different spells all concentrating hard. And then it came an unearthly roar and a deafening silance. Snape nor anyone there had heard anything like this, except Dumbledore and the memory terrified him too much to comment.
Her featured became a light form a of feline, her mouth poured light and pounded against the invisible walls the professors made. Then it stopped the light fading, the sound and soundlessness that was before became normal. Outside the wind smacked against the windows and the rain pelted the stone walls but all was natural. Even though some of the teachers were quite spent Dumbledore did not release his protection, which mean that no other was to. So they waited, and soon they heard it.
It was the sound of a river a dark deep river that would have pulled them along its length if they had not been alive. It pounded, throbbed, and swayed back and forth in each of their minds. It was the river of death. Oh how easy it would have been to lay down and let it carry the whole lot beyond the ninth gate but none were to be taken that night. And one was to be returned. The light came forth from the river gliding the length of the river easily. And deposited the spirit it held.
Her spirit for was cold, sharp, and smell of jasmine. It was a bright red and gold, but blackness flew through it. Her spirit was tainted and damaged. The curse flew through her veins and her heart now pumped the cold lifeless blood through her body once more. She was alive in an incomplete way, she was living but she was also dead. This being the end Dumbledore released and everyone fell back some crumpled on the ground some replayed what had just happened and one spoke.
"Through the darkness of the Black River, through the pain of many death life is forced upon an unwilling spirit."
It was Vauns her voice barely above a whisper and filled with discontentment and sadness.
Vauns awoke in the morning to find she was alone. Her hand was still damp and sticky from her tears. Her eyes fluttered opened and saw the small dent that was slowly disappearing, he had left not to long ago. She sighed and sat up strait to find a dull blackness to over come her body. She was too warm. Quickly she threw off the covers and opened the window to greet the chilling wind.
It was worried about her, she could feel it. It was happy to be with her again and she was happy to be around it, the wind was a cold comfort to her, a small and loving thing that never seemed to fail her. And it was always still there in the morning. She squinted her nose and tried not to cry. When she had control she began to get ready for classes.
Vauns was late to breakfast due to her conversation with the wind, and the two times she had to rebraid her hair. But now it was perfect, the two side braids encircled her head and created a halo of red and white streaked hair. She was beautiful and the sharp purple robe she wore over white shirt, silver tunic, and white trousers brought out the light pink that flushed her cheeks.
All this Snape noted with the slightest glances as she entered the Great Dining Hall. He scowled and finished his light meal before leaving to prepare his classes. His heart skipped a beat as he passed her chair but settled into its usual glum once he left the room and was headed to his classes.
Snape knew not why he had been so tempted to leave the comfort of his bed and sooth the woman, but he had done so. The sound of the pounding wind reached his ears and he looked outside to see a small wind tunnel forming outside the window he was adjacent to. He snarled at it and kept walking very aware that the tunnel followed him until he was to his dungeons.
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Weeks later when all seemed calm and all seemed normal Snape was sitting in his rooms working on the potions and grading the last of his students papers. He was tired and his eyes seemed to want to close themselves. But something was tugging at the back of his mind something told him he should be up and walking. So instead of giving into the exhaustion he wanted to he stood up and briskly began to walk upstairs.
Then he saw her. Her pale skin lit by the torches as she passed, the black dress showing more of her skin than was necessary. But she was there, blindly she calmly she began to walk up s flight of stairs. Without hesitation and a great feel of unease he followed her. Her steps were fast and erratic, her breath came hard and he could hear the soft flesh of her feet smack the stone along the way.
She went farther and farther up until she was past the highest floor, and in through the trap door on the top. He grimaced as his bones creaked and swayed a little as he climbed onto the top of the roof. There he was almost swept onto his knees by the harsh winds that punched him. Once he caught sight of her he noticed what was happening.
She was pushing her way calmly to the edge of the roof. Her black dress whipped around her wildly as her hair stood almost strait out behind her. The wind did not like what she was doing and it seemed to voice its wish for her to go back by pouring rain and hard bitter cold gusts of wind.
Snape pushed against the wind sheltering his eyes from the dagger like rain drops that pelted his skin. He was five feet away when he noticed that she was climing on top of the ledge at the end of the roof. She clasped the stone and faced the wind head on screaming like a mad woman.
Over the wind he heard, "What is to life if I shall be so tormented! Why should I live and others die! Why should others feel the touch of love and I feel the pain inflicted by it!" With that she looked down contemplating the fall. The wind stopped jeering Snape enough so he could use his strength to get to her.
He reached out the full length of his arm, his body, and his voice. "Damn you!" Was the utterance that escaped his throat as she leaned forward. His long fingers reached out in hopes to find her flesh beneath them, and so they did. Her boned wrist buckled and snapped as he forcefully pulled her back into a tangled heap on the ground. She cried out but uttered no other sentiment or feeling of anger.
They lay there for long moments. His knee jammed up against the middle of her body her hand buried deeply among his robes so that it touched his cold rain soaked skin. His hand lay in the exposed small of her back and the other was entangled with her shivering wet fingers.
They were touching skin to skin in so many places and yet nothing was happening, nothing was hurting, and nothing was changing color. She raised herself a bit lifting her weight from his body but not sitting fully upright. He lips quivered as she noticed all the placed their skin touched. A small moan escaped her lips as she realized the feel of his knee against the middle of her legs and feeling it sent through her and she moved back slightly.
He felt the cold drips of rain that came from her face plop against his exposed throat. He grimaced a bit as he slowly lowered his knee and brought her face to face with himself. Experimentally he placed a lip lingering kiss upon her soft delicate lips. She did not pull back and there came no blood as before. So she pressed deeper his tongue fighting with her own.
As his knee moved methodically back and forth against the middle of her body she slipped her own knee into his middle. This he reveled in the motion the feeling the pure passionate grace they emitted. The hand that had been entangled in her own was free and now traveling up her tight to her stomach.
His heart beat quicker as she reached up his tunic and up the right arm of his shirt. She felt the dark mark there and squirmed a bit but slowly stroked the tip of his wrist. He moved slowly against her stomach lingering on her womb, for there he felt it was safe, the safest place to hold. He stroked her there making her moan deeply into his mouth, and breath a heavy gasp as his warming knee grinded into her body.
He though that it was almost as good as what they were motioning but then something happened. She pulled back her warm lips bleeding, she gripped the exposed flesh of her stomach and stood strait. Her blood gushed over her hand and spittled the ground as if it were acid. He stood immediately and took her in his arms. He was careful not to touch her skin or bump her head as he descended the trap door.
He rushed quickly down the stairs pounding on McGonagal's, Sprout's, and Flitwick's doors on the way. Finally he got to the infirmary and pounded on the door that led to Poppy's room. Soon everyone was gathering around the bed in which he and Poppy had placed her. He had back into a corner and was talking to Dumbledore who had been woken by the noise.
Poppy looked up as the girl gurgled and jerked violently. She looked strait into Snape's eyes and with sharp eyes she pronounced, "She is dead."
Everyone looked to Dumbledore and Snape.
"Everyone form a circle around the girl, were are going to have to make a protection spell so that the school doesn't come tumbling around our ears." Everyone had their wands out in a flash and had formed a circle around her, including Snape, though his eyes were wild, and his hands and cloths had been covered in blood.
Soon light was pouring from the blood soaked wound, her broken wrist, and her bleeding lips. Everyone began most using different spells all concentrating hard. And then it came an unearthly roar and a deafening silance. Snape nor anyone there had heard anything like this, except Dumbledore and the memory terrified him too much to comment.
Her featured became a light form a of feline, her mouth poured light and pounded against the invisible walls the professors made. Then it stopped the light fading, the sound and soundlessness that was before became normal. Outside the wind smacked against the windows and the rain pelted the stone walls but all was natural. Even though some of the teachers were quite spent Dumbledore did not release his protection, which mean that no other was to. So they waited, and soon they heard it.
It was the sound of a river a dark deep river that would have pulled them along its length if they had not been alive. It pounded, throbbed, and swayed back and forth in each of their minds. It was the river of death. Oh how easy it would have been to lay down and let it carry the whole lot beyond the ninth gate but none were to be taken that night. And one was to be returned. The light came forth from the river gliding the length of the river easily. And deposited the spirit it held.
Her spirit for was cold, sharp, and smell of jasmine. It was a bright red and gold, but blackness flew through it. Her spirit was tainted and damaged. The curse flew through her veins and her heart now pumped the cold lifeless blood through her body once more. She was alive in an incomplete way, she was living but she was also dead. This being the end Dumbledore released and everyone fell back some crumpled on the ground some replayed what had just happened and one spoke.
"Through the darkness of the Black River, through the pain of many death life is forced upon an unwilling spirit."
It was Vauns her voice barely above a whisper and filled with discontentment and sadness.