Chapter 5
"WHAT THE HELL!!! Where in Merlin's name did you hear that, because who ever told you all that stuff defiantly tricked you." Snape sneered down at the slayer, not knowing that she knew that it had happened, she had the memories to prove it.
"Well lets see I met Darla for about five minutes, she was actually shooting at me. I met Angel when I was sixteen, he still had his soul and told me all about it. I met and was stalked by Angelus and so I know that he is dead. I met Spike, he actually joined us to help take Angelus down. The master I met for a few minutes but then he was killed." Buffy said coolly with none of the emotions that were raging inside of her to the man standing before her.
"There is no way that you could have met three of the most famous vampires on the face of this earth and lived to tell about it. Besides which why the hell would they even be near where you were?" Snape said.
"Well the reason that I met them was that I used to live in Sunnydale, that's the town that is right above the Hellmouth. It draws vampires and demons to it like a moth to a flame." With that she could no longer hold the tears in any longer and ran from the classroom and the words that she had spoken and the memories that she held within her head. She didn't want them anymore, they were all that she could think about. It was like she was dying every second of every day, with her life flashing before her eyes and everything. Except it stopped as soon as she saw Angel go to hell. At that point on it was like she drew a blank, everything was gone except the blackness of oblivion, and then it would start all over again.
Her dreams were of him blaming her, of blood pouring from his chest and saying 'go to hell' and 'I hate you'. It hurt so much and she couldn't even imagine what it was like for him in hell. Was it like Dante's description of horror or was it a black pit where all of the things that you had feared in life occurred and worse. Buffy sometimes couldn't help but wonder what he felt and thought. If he remembered what had happened with Angelus or if he was kept unaware. She wasn't even sure which would be worse.
By that time she had wandered to her room and slowly said the password before walking inside wishing like hell that he was there and that she could just sink into his presence like she had before. Before they had made love and he had lost his soul. When everything had seemed happy and innocent, when they had not known about the pain that would be to come.
Instead she reached out and drew on the shirt and pants that Angel had offered to her the night of her seventeenth birthday. They had lain untouched by Angelus and she sometimes wondered why. She felt almost guilty for allowing herself to wear one of his shirts while he had to suffer with nothing for comfort not even his own memories.
Knowing that she would have to go down to have lunch sometime she moved quickly wanting to get it over with as soon as possible and leave to drown in her memories and sorrows. It was scary how easily she had picked up the habit of brooding something that she had yelled at Angel about many times.
Upon entering the great hall she found herself under the intense scrutiny of the teachers especially Snape. They had all been studying her, trying to find out why she was there and what she could do and what she had done.
They were incredibly surprised to see the teacher who seemed to care almost too much about their appearance would show up in what looked like a man's shirt and pants much to big for her, with her hair thrown back in a messy ponytail and red swollen eyes.
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The next day was the day in which the students would be arriving. It was the perfect day, it was warm and there were hardly any clouds in the sky. Buffy walked along the gardens just floating in her thoughts. Lost in what had occurred and what would. She didn't even notice as Dumbledore began walking beside her also thinking. Both of their thoughts held both good and bad thoughts and the quiet and peacefulness that settled around them seemed to weave a spell around them.
Finally Buffy spoke saying, "Sir, I was wondering why is it that Severus seems to hate the other houses except Slytherin?"
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A/N: Sorry that this is so short and that it's been awhile since I updated, but I have exams coming up.
"WHAT THE HELL!!! Where in Merlin's name did you hear that, because who ever told you all that stuff defiantly tricked you." Snape sneered down at the slayer, not knowing that she knew that it had happened, she had the memories to prove it.
"Well lets see I met Darla for about five minutes, she was actually shooting at me. I met Angel when I was sixteen, he still had his soul and told me all about it. I met and was stalked by Angelus and so I know that he is dead. I met Spike, he actually joined us to help take Angelus down. The master I met for a few minutes but then he was killed." Buffy said coolly with none of the emotions that were raging inside of her to the man standing before her.
"There is no way that you could have met three of the most famous vampires on the face of this earth and lived to tell about it. Besides which why the hell would they even be near where you were?" Snape said.
"Well the reason that I met them was that I used to live in Sunnydale, that's the town that is right above the Hellmouth. It draws vampires and demons to it like a moth to a flame." With that she could no longer hold the tears in any longer and ran from the classroom and the words that she had spoken and the memories that she held within her head. She didn't want them anymore, they were all that she could think about. It was like she was dying every second of every day, with her life flashing before her eyes and everything. Except it stopped as soon as she saw Angel go to hell. At that point on it was like she drew a blank, everything was gone except the blackness of oblivion, and then it would start all over again.
Her dreams were of him blaming her, of blood pouring from his chest and saying 'go to hell' and 'I hate you'. It hurt so much and she couldn't even imagine what it was like for him in hell. Was it like Dante's description of horror or was it a black pit where all of the things that you had feared in life occurred and worse. Buffy sometimes couldn't help but wonder what he felt and thought. If he remembered what had happened with Angelus or if he was kept unaware. She wasn't even sure which would be worse.
By that time she had wandered to her room and slowly said the password before walking inside wishing like hell that he was there and that she could just sink into his presence like she had before. Before they had made love and he had lost his soul. When everything had seemed happy and innocent, when they had not known about the pain that would be to come.
Instead she reached out and drew on the shirt and pants that Angel had offered to her the night of her seventeenth birthday. They had lain untouched by Angelus and she sometimes wondered why. She felt almost guilty for allowing herself to wear one of his shirts while he had to suffer with nothing for comfort not even his own memories.
Knowing that she would have to go down to have lunch sometime she moved quickly wanting to get it over with as soon as possible and leave to drown in her memories and sorrows. It was scary how easily she had picked up the habit of brooding something that she had yelled at Angel about many times.
Upon entering the great hall she found herself under the intense scrutiny of the teachers especially Snape. They had all been studying her, trying to find out why she was there and what she could do and what she had done.
They were incredibly surprised to see the teacher who seemed to care almost too much about their appearance would show up in what looked like a man's shirt and pants much to big for her, with her hair thrown back in a messy ponytail and red swollen eyes.
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The next day was the day in which the students would be arriving. It was the perfect day, it was warm and there were hardly any clouds in the sky. Buffy walked along the gardens just floating in her thoughts. Lost in what had occurred and what would. She didn't even notice as Dumbledore began walking beside her also thinking. Both of their thoughts held both good and bad thoughts and the quiet and peacefulness that settled around them seemed to weave a spell around them.
Finally Buffy spoke saying, "Sir, I was wondering why is it that Severus seems to hate the other houses except Slytherin?"
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A/N: Sorry that this is so short and that it's been awhile since I updated, but I have exams coming up.