Disclaimer: Only in my dreams do I own this, but this is reality so I don't.
Author Notes: I'm trying to put them together. Hopefully I can. If I can, then this will be the first slash fic of mine that actually works! I'm happy you three really want an update. They'll just have to get back together after Snape meets the person Cerebus hired to teach him. I love vampires too murielmodel . Occasus, I'm going to answer your question at the end.
Chapter 4
The only son and heir was tired. Tired, weak, and cold. Not surprisingly, he let sleep take him, and was awoken hours later when his father carried him off the bed. He was sad to have left it when he felt himself being restrained to a hard stiff kitchen chair. He felt a cold silver spoon pressed to his lips. He didn't need to smell it to know it was rosemary. His hate of seasoned foods had sprung from this morning ritual. The only problem was that practically every single thing at Hogwarts was seasoned in some way. He'd been substantiating on plain bread, eating garlic to help poison his blood, and very recently ice cream. The chocolate stuff that Lupin liked to be exact. He hadn't had to endure seasoned food at headquarters, because no one had the time to cook anything, good, apparently, but unfortunately he hadn't been able to make his want of garlic known. Two weeks without garlic and his body had cleaned it all from his system.
His father was insistently pressing the spoon to his lips; he parted them and allowed it entrance. There was no use in fighting. He didn't want his air cut off, or did he? He spit the rosemary out. Pain exploded on his left cheek, his head was snapped to the right. He felt the blood in his mouth. Another spoon of rosemary was pressed to his unyielding lips. He held them tight keeping blood in, and rosemary out. Fingers pinched his nose keeping air out. He resisted as long as he could before he involuntarily opened his mouth. Blood dribbled down his lip as he gasped in air. It was foolish to think his father wouldn't notice. He most certainly did, and he sat down in front of him on his knees. He put his hands on Severus's bound arms, before he frenched him. That slimy tongue in his mouth was worse than the rosemary. Far worse, it lapped at the blood inside the mouth and even pressed into his gums, causing more bleeding. He still had to eat the rosemary, and was forced to eat celery and pineapple as well. He spent all breakfast trying to purposely choke. He came close to almost choking once. It was barely a little bit of choking though, his father was quick to pat him on the back and dislodge it.
Afterwards, his left arm was unstrapped and his wrist was cut in one vicious swipe. He felt the rim of a glass being pressed to the cut. To Severus this meant only one thing, company. Bandages wrapped around his wrist stilling the freely flowing blood. His father loved to take blood using his tongue, but he also loved to flaunt his vampirism to his unsuspecting friends. The sad thing was that now it was easier, and had been easier ever since Severus had developed a cream to nearly eradicate his sun allergies. Ever since Severus had given him the recipe, his father had been able to make appearances in the daytime He was the only vampire that could do so, and no one even had the inkling of a thought of him being one. Not even the Diagon Alley blood sellers. They believed every word of his (fake) vampire nephew sob story. He'd given the cream to his father in hopes of washing his hands of him. It hasn't worked out so well.
Cerebus Snape sipped the blood and offered the specialist some wine.
"Thank you, sir", said the young girl. She'd downed 5 glasses before she even got anywhere near Severus. She politely refused a sixth and went drunkenly to the young man Cerebus had sitting next to him on the couch. With a teacher who got drunk every time before she started trying to teach him, Severus couldn't learn much.
Simon was a fast learner just like Severus. The kid even liked ice cream. Severus had also. Everytime Simon came he felt sad, and when Simon left he felt worse. It was like Severus going away all over again. He'd endured this for a week, and he knew he couldn't do it for another. Now was the time to tell Dumbledore this. He had to. For his sanity's sake he had to.
"Molly?" he asked when he heard her enter," is Headmaster Dumbledore here?"
Author Notes: Snape isn't a vampire. Cerebus was bitten when Severus was about two, so Severus has mostly spent his childhood in the dark. Hence, his love of the dungeons. Severus's mother died when he was seven and his father has been feeding off him from then to the age of seventeen. Although, I do know how to season blood I am not a vampire. I'm just a seeker of vampire knowledge. It would really suck for me if I was a vampire at my age, so I'm not considering becoming one (no pun intended). As for the garlic thing, it doesn't kill vampires it just makes blood taste bad. My information courtesy of sanguinarius dot org, (ffnet won't let me put it any other way) don'task me why, but it came up on when I was searching for persuasive speech topics. shrugs Please leave me a review.