Disclaimer: For those of you who have forgotten what I said in the first
chapter all the good stuff belongs to J.K. and all the weird sad and
disturbing stuff belongs to me. Including the Chastity Vauns, and Thomas
Vauns. Now if you would please start reading. You will find some
interesting twists in this chapter.
She opened her eyes; the length of eyelashes sticking to her cheeks with the salty water that had overflowed from them not three seconds ago. Her scream shook the building one last time, and the entirety of the school felt it when she took the ragged breaths of life. The life that was so forcefully given to her. She had believed for a moment between death and life that it would finally end that the man she was falling so hard for would give her the only thing she had ever desired.
But it was not so. He stood there eyes grimmer than the reaper's, watching from his place in the circle. His chest heaved forward as he broke free of the other teachers and fled, his heart thudding in her ears. Dumbledore watched as she placed her white hands over her ears as if to shut out the sound the throbbed at her ear drums.
Her eyes closed shut tightly and soundlessly her sobs escaping her although all her will was against it. The pulse of her blood was cold, her heart filled with what the wizarding world would call a cold pulse. She was suppose to be dead for all account but this was not so, whatever had damaged her so badly wished to keep her alive and torture what was left of her soul.
Dumbledore encircled her in his warm embrace and let her icy tears fall upon his warming shoulder. As she calmed the teachers began to stir some waking from the deep trance they had been placed in while performing the blocking spell. All looked at her with sympathy and worry. Her heart slowed to the beat his own, and finally she fell asleep. Being careful not to touch her skin Poppy, and he, set about the task of looking over her scars and wrapping her warmly.
In the morning all was calm the students were littered with stories of what happened but only because a student overheard two of the teachers talking in the early morning. Vauns bedside was a scatter with get well cards and small tokens by the end of the day. There was also a few anonymous letters, which declared their utter love and their wholehearted wish to protect her.
Chastity was touched by this but also a little worried. She hoped that no one found out her curse, and most of all she hoped that the few unordinary minuets that she and Snape shared would not ruin the inadequate boundaries of their friendship. The rims of her eyes flooded over every time she tough of how his grimace pierced and tore her heart apart the moment she had first opened her eyes.
She didn't understand. She didn't want to understand why she had temporarily been given the gift of touch. Her cold heart twisted with the grief of knowing what she had done. How she had hurt him, how everything rushed past as if in a blur what was not understood. The only thing that kept her alive and in semi-consciousness was the coldness of the night as it surrounded her body and tore through the thin sheets on the bed.
But that was the way she liked it. It had always comforted her. When she was very, very young her father use to bring her heavy furs and thick clothing. She thought at first it was an attempt to rekindle the thin connection he had broken when her mother died. But then after wearing them she realized that it was only something to ward off his guilt. It seemed the guilt followed her and harmed her even more.
The curse was a tormentor and it would never end not even if she went back in time for their was nothing anyone could do to fix the horrible fate that awaited her and her brother. Her brother, Thomas. Oh how she missed him, the comfort that she had received in his company was wonderful in its own sad way. But he was father's favorite. She knew it too. She loved him but there was always that nagging pain in her chest whenever they were near their father.
Thomas, Thomas, "Thomas!" She exclaimed.
There he was standing at the side of the bed where earlier there had been nothing but air. His blood red hair was crisp and neat upon his creamy white skin. He wore a fine forest green velvet robe over his fawn brown pants, white undershirt, and dazzling green tunic. He was a Christmas tree, in all his glory. There even was a red tear dropped shape dangle from his left ear. He always seemed to glow slightly, which made her uneasy around him.
But he loved her and that was all she wanted from him. She soon found his black leather covered hand entwined in his, her tears flowed freely upon his garments, and even though he hated having to get his cloths cleaned he allowed the icy coldness to seep into his cloth and down to his shoulder. She wept and shuddered the wish to conceal emotion escaping her, the tormented love she felt breaking in waves of emotion that anyone could feel if within the room.
All this he accepted with a look, which was filled with anger and jealousy. He tightened his grip with emotion, she thought, and almost crushed her rips in the process. Once she was done her tears spent for the moment he released her and had her explain what had happened. He added the shortened version she gave him, which included the unhappy truth of her growing love for Snape, to the information Dumbledore knew of and calculated it all, stored it away for his later uses.
Her professed loved created an onslaught of fresh dry sobs. He produced a bottle filled with something and had her drink it all down before he tucked her in and stroke her forehead as she fell deeply into a fitful sleep. He looked at her eyes flashing white as he noticed the black lightning rod that crossed through her eye. A mark that had not been there before. This meant something and he would find out what.
Quietly as he had entered, he left, and in the shadows a figure stepped out. It was Snape, in full amazement and bewilderment. What was he going to do about a girl who loved him? But there was nothing he could do; he loved her back, somewhere in the arguments, the hatred, and the lies they both told he had fallen in love.
He loved her icy cold glare, and the feel of her forbidden skin under the pads of his fingers, the excitement that filled his heart whenever she stepped into a room, and the thundering feeling he felt when she confessed her love for him to her brother. He stepped forward holding his hands above her cold bare sin and felt the frigid drifts that passed over her body. But he dare not touch, he dare not hold and kiss and embrace as his heart now lingered to do.
What am I thinking? He thought as he strode back to his rooms. I am not sentimental, maybe it is just some testosterone driven feeling. But I don't know. He had to admit that he had never felt the urge he felt now. Even with past women who had only screamed obscenities, and moaned loudly when he was with them. But just when was near her his emotions were driven by something other than passion, and lust. It was something deeper, something farther in his soul, which he could not identify.
This is what scared him, and what made his grimace tighten and give the wall a look he usually saved for his most hated student. If the wall could have it would have coward before him and screamed bloody murder, but it did not and his emotions were built up. Suddenly he smashed his fist against the table, and hurriedly began on the potion he had left earlier the day before. He would commit his ever-free waking hours on the potion until the emotions that were now flaring in his heart were through his system.
"I shall conquer this. I shall."
A/N Thanks to mCat who inspired a little of what I wrote in this, the thing about the pad of his fingers, was taken and something else a little ways back I can't remember. N-E-Ways I am trying to portray Snape's feelings with a Snapish look as to no go OOC. Hope it is working. This is a work of love bare with me for I lost the last chapter in a disk and it took me a while to rewrite it. But N-E-Way Thomas is a new character and will be explained much more in the next chapter I am not sure how much you are going to be seeing Vauns and Snape next chapters so sorry. Lots of love for the New Year may the Goddess bless your house and bring comfort to your home!!!
She opened her eyes; the length of eyelashes sticking to her cheeks with the salty water that had overflowed from them not three seconds ago. Her scream shook the building one last time, and the entirety of the school felt it when she took the ragged breaths of life. The life that was so forcefully given to her. She had believed for a moment between death and life that it would finally end that the man she was falling so hard for would give her the only thing she had ever desired.
But it was not so. He stood there eyes grimmer than the reaper's, watching from his place in the circle. His chest heaved forward as he broke free of the other teachers and fled, his heart thudding in her ears. Dumbledore watched as she placed her white hands over her ears as if to shut out the sound the throbbed at her ear drums.
Her eyes closed shut tightly and soundlessly her sobs escaping her although all her will was against it. The pulse of her blood was cold, her heart filled with what the wizarding world would call a cold pulse. She was suppose to be dead for all account but this was not so, whatever had damaged her so badly wished to keep her alive and torture what was left of her soul.
Dumbledore encircled her in his warm embrace and let her icy tears fall upon his warming shoulder. As she calmed the teachers began to stir some waking from the deep trance they had been placed in while performing the blocking spell. All looked at her with sympathy and worry. Her heart slowed to the beat his own, and finally she fell asleep. Being careful not to touch her skin Poppy, and he, set about the task of looking over her scars and wrapping her warmly.
In the morning all was calm the students were littered with stories of what happened but only because a student overheard two of the teachers talking in the early morning. Vauns bedside was a scatter with get well cards and small tokens by the end of the day. There was also a few anonymous letters, which declared their utter love and their wholehearted wish to protect her.
Chastity was touched by this but also a little worried. She hoped that no one found out her curse, and most of all she hoped that the few unordinary minuets that she and Snape shared would not ruin the inadequate boundaries of their friendship. The rims of her eyes flooded over every time she tough of how his grimace pierced and tore her heart apart the moment she had first opened her eyes.
She didn't understand. She didn't want to understand why she had temporarily been given the gift of touch. Her cold heart twisted with the grief of knowing what she had done. How she had hurt him, how everything rushed past as if in a blur what was not understood. The only thing that kept her alive and in semi-consciousness was the coldness of the night as it surrounded her body and tore through the thin sheets on the bed.
But that was the way she liked it. It had always comforted her. When she was very, very young her father use to bring her heavy furs and thick clothing. She thought at first it was an attempt to rekindle the thin connection he had broken when her mother died. But then after wearing them she realized that it was only something to ward off his guilt. It seemed the guilt followed her and harmed her even more.
The curse was a tormentor and it would never end not even if she went back in time for their was nothing anyone could do to fix the horrible fate that awaited her and her brother. Her brother, Thomas. Oh how she missed him, the comfort that she had received in his company was wonderful in its own sad way. But he was father's favorite. She knew it too. She loved him but there was always that nagging pain in her chest whenever they were near their father.
Thomas, Thomas, "Thomas!" She exclaimed.
There he was standing at the side of the bed where earlier there had been nothing but air. His blood red hair was crisp and neat upon his creamy white skin. He wore a fine forest green velvet robe over his fawn brown pants, white undershirt, and dazzling green tunic. He was a Christmas tree, in all his glory. There even was a red tear dropped shape dangle from his left ear. He always seemed to glow slightly, which made her uneasy around him.
But he loved her and that was all she wanted from him. She soon found his black leather covered hand entwined in his, her tears flowed freely upon his garments, and even though he hated having to get his cloths cleaned he allowed the icy coldness to seep into his cloth and down to his shoulder. She wept and shuddered the wish to conceal emotion escaping her, the tormented love she felt breaking in waves of emotion that anyone could feel if within the room.
All this he accepted with a look, which was filled with anger and jealousy. He tightened his grip with emotion, she thought, and almost crushed her rips in the process. Once she was done her tears spent for the moment he released her and had her explain what had happened. He added the shortened version she gave him, which included the unhappy truth of her growing love for Snape, to the information Dumbledore knew of and calculated it all, stored it away for his later uses.
Her professed loved created an onslaught of fresh dry sobs. He produced a bottle filled with something and had her drink it all down before he tucked her in and stroke her forehead as she fell deeply into a fitful sleep. He looked at her eyes flashing white as he noticed the black lightning rod that crossed through her eye. A mark that had not been there before. This meant something and he would find out what.
Quietly as he had entered, he left, and in the shadows a figure stepped out. It was Snape, in full amazement and bewilderment. What was he going to do about a girl who loved him? But there was nothing he could do; he loved her back, somewhere in the arguments, the hatred, and the lies they both told he had fallen in love.
He loved her icy cold glare, and the feel of her forbidden skin under the pads of his fingers, the excitement that filled his heart whenever she stepped into a room, and the thundering feeling he felt when she confessed her love for him to her brother. He stepped forward holding his hands above her cold bare sin and felt the frigid drifts that passed over her body. But he dare not touch, he dare not hold and kiss and embrace as his heart now lingered to do.
What am I thinking? He thought as he strode back to his rooms. I am not sentimental, maybe it is just some testosterone driven feeling. But I don't know. He had to admit that he had never felt the urge he felt now. Even with past women who had only screamed obscenities, and moaned loudly when he was with them. But just when was near her his emotions were driven by something other than passion, and lust. It was something deeper, something farther in his soul, which he could not identify.
This is what scared him, and what made his grimace tighten and give the wall a look he usually saved for his most hated student. If the wall could have it would have coward before him and screamed bloody murder, but it did not and his emotions were built up. Suddenly he smashed his fist against the table, and hurriedly began on the potion he had left earlier the day before. He would commit his ever-free waking hours on the potion until the emotions that were now flaring in his heart were through his system.
"I shall conquer this. I shall."
A/N Thanks to mCat who inspired a little of what I wrote in this, the thing about the pad of his fingers, was taken and something else a little ways back I can't remember. N-E-Ways I am trying to portray Snape's feelings with a Snapish look as to no go OOC. Hope it is working. This is a work of love bare with me for I lost the last chapter in a disk and it took me a while to rewrite it. But N-E-Way Thomas is a new character and will be explained much more in the next chapter I am not sure how much you are going to be seeing Vauns and Snape next chapters so sorry. Lots of love for the New Year may the Goddess bless your house and bring comfort to your home!!!