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"There were three of them, and they all came toward me with evil, menacing grins on their faces. Their teeth glinted in the light- very sharp teeth. Their faces were... Horrifying. They were squished in the center and wrinkled as though they were extremely old but their skin had... Hardened or something. I was sweating- so scared. One of them approached me. He had dark hair and was very muscular. Before I knew it there was a sharp pain in my neck and I blacked out. I felt a very salty taste on my tongue but I wasn't clear what it was until I woke up..."

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He had fallen to the floor, crumpled up like an old cloak someone had tossed aside, not knowing that there was a body inside it. The Dining Hall was frozen, motionless, for a minute. It was as if no one knew what to do. Maybe if they held their breath, they could go back in time and Snape would just walk in mysteriously wearing an angry look upon his pale face like he usually did. But this was different. Today was special. Today he died.

Harry and Ron ran to the front of the room, shoving through the crowd to find his limp body at their feet, his cold, black eyes staring harshly back at them like he was going to yell at them for looking at his corpse.

"Move aside," Dumbledore and McGonagall finally commanded, pushing their way through the throng of students, delighted to get a look at a dead body. Especially the one of their least favorite teacher.

Madame Pomfrey was behind the two professors. She checked Professor Snape's pulse at his large neck.

"He's dead," she announced quietly, looking no one in the eye.

The students gasped. Maybe they hated him but when they wished death upon him, no one really meant it.

"Everyone go back to your tables," McGonagall snapped angrily, staring at them all with glossy, livid eyes. A few seconds later she changed her mind. "Go back up to your dormitories. Now."

There was lots of loud commotion in the Gryffindor common room when Harry, Hermione, and Ron reached it. They were all stony faced, not sure what to say. They'd never spoken kindly of Professor Snape, but now that he was gone they kind of missed his snide remarks and greasy sneers.

"Wow," Ron finally said quietly.

"All those times I wished him dead I-I didn't really mean it-"Harry responded hastily and nervously.

"We know, Harry," Hermione replied soothingly. "No one meant it. Except for whoever did it, that is..."

"Are they going to send us home? I mean, there's a killer on the loose in this school. I know I don't exactly feel so safe and cozy here anymore," Ron expressed worriedly. He was always one to be afraid, but this time he actually had a valid reason that others agreed with.

Hermione shrugged. "I can't believe a teacher is... Dead."

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"Nice one," Spike told Angelus breathlessly when they reached their hideout in the Forbidden Forest a few minutes later. Angelus had found Professor Snape on his way to dinner, and grabbed him before he could enter the Dining Hall. He was about to drain him of all blood, but then he realized how greasy and disgusting he was, so he just snapped his neck and slipped him through the crack of the doors before the three scampered off giddily into the forest. Angelus hadn't drank from Snape because he knew there would be plenty of others to suck the blood of in the whole school.

In fact, before killing Snape, Angelus had attacked a student and sired them before they went to dinner. The kid was already late so it wouldn't even make a difference.

"Didn't I tell you a school would be the best place to get food?" Angelus replied conceitedly. "I wonder what happened to that kid we sired. We have to teach it how to feed..."

Drusilla and Spike grinned.

"You really are a genius," Spike said.

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A/N: I know this is a short chapter but there'll be other soon enough. So, the questions begin to appear: Who did Angelus sire? One of the students who came late (Draco or Ron)? A teacher? Another student? Who else will they sire? Who else will they kill? And will the student/teacher start to sire other students/teachers? Find out in chapter 4... Read and review!!!!!