Disclaimer: Okay okay if I have to do this every chapter. All the
characters excepting the weird ones (Thomas and Chastity Vauns) belong to
J.K the entire plot and story line I came up with or my muse did or the
goddess did so yeah. now get to reading!!!
A/N This is PG13 because of a rape innuendo, not actually described but you know it is going on. Promise it is just a way to show how evil this man can be. The thing between Snape and Vauns you'll understand when you read it!!!
Thomas Vauns looked out onto the rich fields of roses, and other wild flowers that grew among this back yard. Being up in the tower provided a clear view of the muggle London. The left side of his lip rose in disgust. He hated muggle people, along with the more revolting mudbloods. He hated them all and the only thing he hated more was the closest thing to him. He hated his sister with a vengeance no one would ever guess if they saw the two walking down the street together.
He never showed it though for the experiment was his only cause of happiness. And she had shown a most interesting turn in this ever-growing experiment. Love can kill, and hate can bring back the dead. Or that is what he had thought before, but knowing it was much to foolish of a sentiment Voldermort had him continue to watch his sister. And watch her he did every line of her, with an eye most women would find appalling, and some folk like Dumbledore saw right through.
He hated Dumbledore and feared him but now that his master was back in power he found himself loving every moment he faced the old and senile man. He knew that one day Voldermort would kill the odious child Harry Potter and soon after he was dead there would go the mudbloods, the mudblood lovers and the hated muggles who knew nothing but what they wanted to know.
He smiled a vicious happy smile and looked into the room where he was standing. In the middle of the room there was a large crystal ball, which was suspended in thin air. Inside white clouds that every once and a while showed his lovely sister. This would disgust most people but it did not him for he knew that he was not really her brother. He had been adopted after his fathers first child had died of disease. And he loved being something that meant the importance of a man so brilliant as he.
She was beautiful, kindly, and very sensual at times, which tempted him ever more to take what he knew was meant for him. He loved her cold skin, her sharp eyes, and brilliant smile; and the way she had moved against that mans body with such force and such emotional wanton. He was angered by the interruption the weather had caused, and lack of clarity the crystal was able to obtain, but it had made him slightly weak in the knees to see what was happening.
That man made him so jealous the zeal boiled over and forced a ragged scream from his throat. He needed some sort of release and he knew in one way that he could. He quickly threw open the door and ran whole heartedly down the spiral staircase. Soon he was to the third floor, then the second, then the first, and finally he was outside. He found the young gardening girl.
She was mute and could not scream in the fury she felt as he ripped open her dress and pressed down on her, she only tried uselessly to beat her tiny fists against his bared chest. He moaned slightly as he held her exposed body against his and stroked her light brown hair. Back and forth back and forth and the whole time thinking of the beautiful Vauns. The girls tears were wet against his skin but he did not care for he knew that she would give in again and beg him for months afterwards to give her release again. He was that good or at lease he thought he was.
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But while Thomas was so busy releasing himself he missed a very interesting exchange that was appearing in his crystal.
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Snape looked up to find himself at her bedroom door. He had stopped perfectly in front of it and had no idea what he was doing there. His concentration allowed him little for his surroundings and he realized that he had been walking strait to her rooms all this time. He knew she was in there, he could hear the small rustle of papers as she worked quietly. His heart skipped a beat and then another as if it had seen some phenomenal thing occur but all that had changed was the cool brush of perfumed air that whipped around his body.
He loved that smell, it was her scent. The smell of jasmine. She was always with the scent of jasmine, and it was not part of the cold pulse that rushed through her body and past her heart. It was the only warm and lively thing about her. It was her true and untainted spirit. The sound of wood scraping stone alerted him to her movements and frightened him. Quickly he turned and hung his head in thought.
The door opened and he quickened his pace only to be stopped by a soft murmuring.
"When we were together I was blown away." she whispered as he slowed then stopped. "Just like paper by a fan." He could only stand there and ponder the meaning of the words she said. But he knew they were too deep for him to comprehend. All he could do was stand there and breath. She smiled a bit and turned to go back in her room. Before he knew what he was doing his foot was stopping the door from closing and his hand was on her forearm.
She breathed in a sharp breath and looked him in the eyes. His hand traveled up to her shoulder and lightly brushed the few loose hairs that hung from her head. Her breath caught in her throat and her hand shook as she grazed his cheekbone with her gloved finger. He pulled her close and gave her two fluttering kisses, which even though bruised her slightly gave her the utmost pleasure.
The door swung open slightly and he kneeled in front of her. He pulled her close and she weaved her hands in his hair his hand laying in the small of her back. He lay his head upon the rumblings of her womb and listened to her breath. As before it felt as if he was safe there as if it was truly the Chastity Vauns he was in love with and she knew it too. They stayed that way for almost a quarter of an hour before Snape's knees began to ache and his back stiffened.
She helped him to stand strait and led him inside her room. Outside the snow fell and small drifts blew in the opened window every once and a while. "We are going to have to get you some gloves." She said matter-of- factly. He smiled and lay her back upon the bed. Kissing her through the thin fabric of her nightdress.
She sighed and closed her eyes as she was swarmed with kisses. Her body felt comfortable and happy to have him so close to her heart. With a last few deep kisses to the small of her stomach he lay his head there and listened to her calming breaths, and the sounds that resonated from the deep. Her life, her spirit the very place where she could give life to another heart was wanting to show her his truest love to give her what she the happiness that her womb could carry but knew he could not.
"It is alright. A tear is spent on whole and is worth that of a thousand rains if spent rightly." He lay there and listened to her voice travel through her body and into his own. He sighed and kissed her womb then closed his eyes.
And so they lay hand to head, head to womb, and fell asleep with the truest feelings of love.
A/N Not too bad right? Well N-E-Way he is in love and love changes people. He still had his Snapish looks about him but his heart is leading him now not his head. I know It is only chapter six and it shouldn't be this serious but there is going to be a lot more to come and the relationships are going to be stretched really far so hang in there!!!
A/N This is PG13 because of a rape innuendo, not actually described but you know it is going on. Promise it is just a way to show how evil this man can be. The thing between Snape and Vauns you'll understand when you read it!!!
Thomas Vauns looked out onto the rich fields of roses, and other wild flowers that grew among this back yard. Being up in the tower provided a clear view of the muggle London. The left side of his lip rose in disgust. He hated muggle people, along with the more revolting mudbloods. He hated them all and the only thing he hated more was the closest thing to him. He hated his sister with a vengeance no one would ever guess if they saw the two walking down the street together.
He never showed it though for the experiment was his only cause of happiness. And she had shown a most interesting turn in this ever-growing experiment. Love can kill, and hate can bring back the dead. Or that is what he had thought before, but knowing it was much to foolish of a sentiment Voldermort had him continue to watch his sister. And watch her he did every line of her, with an eye most women would find appalling, and some folk like Dumbledore saw right through.
He hated Dumbledore and feared him but now that his master was back in power he found himself loving every moment he faced the old and senile man. He knew that one day Voldermort would kill the odious child Harry Potter and soon after he was dead there would go the mudbloods, the mudblood lovers and the hated muggles who knew nothing but what they wanted to know.
He smiled a vicious happy smile and looked into the room where he was standing. In the middle of the room there was a large crystal ball, which was suspended in thin air. Inside white clouds that every once and a while showed his lovely sister. This would disgust most people but it did not him for he knew that he was not really her brother. He had been adopted after his fathers first child had died of disease. And he loved being something that meant the importance of a man so brilliant as he.
She was beautiful, kindly, and very sensual at times, which tempted him ever more to take what he knew was meant for him. He loved her cold skin, her sharp eyes, and brilliant smile; and the way she had moved against that mans body with such force and such emotional wanton. He was angered by the interruption the weather had caused, and lack of clarity the crystal was able to obtain, but it had made him slightly weak in the knees to see what was happening.
That man made him so jealous the zeal boiled over and forced a ragged scream from his throat. He needed some sort of release and he knew in one way that he could. He quickly threw open the door and ran whole heartedly down the spiral staircase. Soon he was to the third floor, then the second, then the first, and finally he was outside. He found the young gardening girl.
She was mute and could not scream in the fury she felt as he ripped open her dress and pressed down on her, she only tried uselessly to beat her tiny fists against his bared chest. He moaned slightly as he held her exposed body against his and stroked her light brown hair. Back and forth back and forth and the whole time thinking of the beautiful Vauns. The girls tears were wet against his skin but he did not care for he knew that she would give in again and beg him for months afterwards to give her release again. He was that good or at lease he thought he was.
:::
But while Thomas was so busy releasing himself he missed a very interesting exchange that was appearing in his crystal.
:::
Snape looked up to find himself at her bedroom door. He had stopped perfectly in front of it and had no idea what he was doing there. His concentration allowed him little for his surroundings and he realized that he had been walking strait to her rooms all this time. He knew she was in there, he could hear the small rustle of papers as she worked quietly. His heart skipped a beat and then another as if it had seen some phenomenal thing occur but all that had changed was the cool brush of perfumed air that whipped around his body.
He loved that smell, it was her scent. The smell of jasmine. She was always with the scent of jasmine, and it was not part of the cold pulse that rushed through her body and past her heart. It was the only warm and lively thing about her. It was her true and untainted spirit. The sound of wood scraping stone alerted him to her movements and frightened him. Quickly he turned and hung his head in thought.
The door opened and he quickened his pace only to be stopped by a soft murmuring.
"When we were together I was blown away." she whispered as he slowed then stopped. "Just like paper by a fan." He could only stand there and ponder the meaning of the words she said. But he knew they were too deep for him to comprehend. All he could do was stand there and breath. She smiled a bit and turned to go back in her room. Before he knew what he was doing his foot was stopping the door from closing and his hand was on her forearm.
She breathed in a sharp breath and looked him in the eyes. His hand traveled up to her shoulder and lightly brushed the few loose hairs that hung from her head. Her breath caught in her throat and her hand shook as she grazed his cheekbone with her gloved finger. He pulled her close and gave her two fluttering kisses, which even though bruised her slightly gave her the utmost pleasure.
The door swung open slightly and he kneeled in front of her. He pulled her close and she weaved her hands in his hair his hand laying in the small of her back. He lay his head upon the rumblings of her womb and listened to her breath. As before it felt as if he was safe there as if it was truly the Chastity Vauns he was in love with and she knew it too. They stayed that way for almost a quarter of an hour before Snape's knees began to ache and his back stiffened.
She helped him to stand strait and led him inside her room. Outside the snow fell and small drifts blew in the opened window every once and a while. "We are going to have to get you some gloves." She said matter-of- factly. He smiled and lay her back upon the bed. Kissing her through the thin fabric of her nightdress.
She sighed and closed her eyes as she was swarmed with kisses. Her body felt comfortable and happy to have him so close to her heart. With a last few deep kisses to the small of her stomach he lay his head there and listened to her calming breaths, and the sounds that resonated from the deep. Her life, her spirit the very place where she could give life to another heart was wanting to show her his truest love to give her what she the happiness that her womb could carry but knew he could not.
"It is alright. A tear is spent on whole and is worth that of a thousand rains if spent rightly." He lay there and listened to her voice travel through her body and into his own. He sighed and kissed her womb then closed his eyes.
And so they lay hand to head, head to womb, and fell asleep with the truest feelings of love.
A/N Not too bad right? Well N-E-Way he is in love and love changes people. He still had his Snapish looks about him but his heart is leading him now not his head. I know It is only chapter six and it shouldn't be this serious but there is going to be a lot more to come and the relationships are going to be stretched really far so hang in there!!!