My Goodness I have never ever gotten hate mail but I was right in the middle of this chapter when I got three e-mails from people demanding blood for the whipping scene. What was so funny is that I got five e-mails demanding that I kill the f----r off (one said, "go mid evil on the f----r")! You can't please everyone I guess!

Even funnier was the fact that I went back to check the reviews and only one of the people that e-mailed me reviewed! THANKS BY THE WAY! I guess the others couldn't risk getting in trouble for all the profanity they used to get their thoughts across. Oh well!

Oh one more thing I will not leave anyone alone, sorry. I will however say that I'm not going to kill any more good guys.

One of my favorite sayings is "there's a reason behind the madness" so bare with me please!

Harry Potter and Co. belong to Rowling……the madness is all mine!

Chapter 21. Going Calling, Wills, Atonement

...story begins after Moaning Myrtle tells Sirius off... the whipping has not happened yet, it shows how the Prince goes about bringing Sirius back for the ceremony...

Sirius walked out numbly he knew hehad to move he could not stay here. Harry would be ok. His Godson had Severus, Remus, Hagrid, the Weasley's, and Lord Gustavus; he had friends and a family, he would be all right.

He concentrated and called on Black's Portal andwalked through it. He felt the pull of space around him as his family's own legacy carried him to one of his ancestral residences. He walked towards the dim threshold and felt himself grow weak but pushed on.

He should have seen it coming he should've known the bat was up to something. But he had been too distracted with his Godson's well being to see the threat right next to him. He felt the side of his neck and was finally able to notice the breaks on his skin. The damned bat must have cast a spell on him to prevent him from noticing the bite marks.

Would he have the courage to do what he needed to do to stop this? He had always been a lover of life; he clung to the idea that life was to be enjoyed and to be lived. It had been that aspect of his personality that hadlent him strength when he had been dragged kicking and screaming to Azkaban. His mind cried out in anguish feeling lost and alone. He kicked himself in contempt for his weakness and self pitying attitude. He began pacing back and forth but the room he was in was not big enough and he walked through Black hill tower, the place had not been visited for over sixty years. Only the male heirs knew about it. It had served the family when the Black's had been at their most desperate for sanctuary. He had been on his way here when he had been arrested by the Aurors and taken to stand trial for Peter's murder. He had never been to the place but a map had been magically ingrained in his mind at birth so he knew where everything was. He needed to sit down and think. He needed to get ready, to prepare himself. His mind was made up he would not accept the inevitable…he would die. His only consolation was that he would take the sorry excuse for a fucking Prince with him and that made his death worth it.

Willing one's death was a secret handed to the Black Heir, it was dark magic as dark magic could get. It was a curse or a gift that could take the requestor to his freedom or his doom.

Siriussat and looked around noticing the slithers of sunlight that somehow managed toshine through the window shutters. Life was a precious gift, and he was giving it back. Merlin he was getting fucking poetic! He closed his eyes and saying good bye to his Godson and his friend he walked to the only bedroom in the tower. He entered the room and headed for the bed andslowly lay down. Breathing deeply, he looked into his heart and found the cord that linked his body to his mind and began undoing the magical thread that united them. He felt the weariness inside and for once in his life allowed it to take over his being. His head fell to one side as did one his arms and he began to die.

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Prince Alessander was not one to waste time and he knew what the Wizard had had in mind when he had silently walked from the room. Black's silence had said more than any words could ever express. The Prince was walking quickly when hesuddenly stopped, his precious Black was gone! He held on to the bond and willed it to remain steady and unwavering. Walking over to where the portal's threshold had been minutes before, thePrincesensed the dark magic and relished the idea of using it. He concentrated and willed the portal to open once more. The portal shimmered and apparated, sensing an impostorit remained open for just a fraction of a second, it was all the time the Vampire required. He jumped in leaving his Vampires with instructions to go to Snape Manor and wait for him there. He would need privacy once he brought his precious Black back.

The Vampire was just fast enough to run and exit on the other side of the portal. He landed on the floor and quickly rose to his feet he could feel himself slowing down whatever Black was doing he was starting to feel it. He had not felt tired in twenty years and the sensation was completely unwelcome. He ignored the stairs and quickly jumped to the top floor where he threw open the only door. The Vampire wasted no time, he took Sirius Black by the shoulders and bit down on the Wizard's neck. Sirius remained immobile at first and then as his reality changed he whimpered in pain. He tried to move away but The Prince only gripped the Wizard tighter as he continued draining him. As his eyes shot open Black began to kick wildly in a feverish urgency that bordered on insanity. He fought hard using every and any spell he knew to break away. The Prince had not expected a fight and was caught of guard. Sirius was not known for fighting fair and he cast every unmentionable in the book plus a couple that were not. Sirius saw his own blood on the Prince's lips and could feel the open wounds on his neck he dripped blood but he would be damned if he'd go quietly. Fuck the Prince and fuck him if he did! He cast more spells his wand radiating black magic with the same ease that it cast spells of white magic. The Prince was ecstatic he had never met anyone like Black before, the wizard would make a perfect Vampire worthy of the Clan.

Sirius was feeling the weakness associatedwith his failed effort and the Vampire's feeding. With every passing second the Vampire reclaimed his price and Black lost his. He closed his eyes and in one last effort he cursed "Crucio!" the Prince had not expected Black to have any more strength and he was slammed against the stone wall. He landed on the floor as the spell trapped him in agony. Unfortunately for Black he could not hold the curse for too long and he stumbled from the room. Knowing he only had seconds to try and escape he slurred the words incantum portus.Prince Alessander lay feeling the curse play itself out through his body, in seconds he was on his feet only to find the door barring his exit; the Wizard blew the door from its hinges with a powerful counter curse. He had held off for his son n law. He wouldn't kill him but yes he would hurt him a lot.

Sirius reached the Black Portal and called on his strength to open it. He was about to step through when he was tackled from behind. He landed on his stomach the portal shimmered and then closed. "NO!" echoed through out the tower. "Well well…my dear Black you certainly have made my task difficult." The Vampire whispered licking Sirius's neck clean of any blood. Sirius struggled he had one last opportunity and he knew it was now or never. The Prince turned Sirius roughly over but the Wizard was ready and with a dagger he had gotten the day after the Vampire's arrival he sliced through the Vampire's face. The dagger was called the Bloody Slayer and it had been forged along with ten others for the sole purpose of torturing Vampires. The Black Magic used to cast the blade was so old that its spell had been lost through the ages. Prince Alessander felt the blade burning as it entered his cheek and released Sirius immediately. The Wizard lost no time and called the Portal again, Sirius crawled weakly towards it when a vice like grip on his ankle dragged him back. The Prince wiped his hand across his face smearing the blood that dripped from the wound. Fucking son of a bitch! He had cut him and with a Bloody Slayer. If it left a scar all the Potters in the world would not save him. He'd kill him and bring him back, and kill him and bring him back just to hear the Bastard scream.

The Wizard needed to be thought a lesson, thought the Prince. The Prince pulled Sirius back to him, "Funny how things turn out don't you think Mutt? My son gets the son of one of his tormentors and I get you. Think about it, I'd call that poetic justice." The Wizard said as he pulled on Sirius clothes. Sirius heard the Prince's cold words and shook his head in negation. Severus was not his father! He would not have done this! He would not punish Harry for James and him, he would not! Sirius fought him every inch of the way and used the blade on the Prince's face and shoulder but the immortal was too strong and as much as the wounds hurthewas not letting his prize go and pried it from Sirius's fingers braking two in the process.

Sirius bit down on his own tongue to prevent himself from crying out in pain.He felt the Vampire's lips and hands on his body and struggled against them in pain and anger but even he knew he had lost. When theVampire pushed himself inside his bondedhe bit down on Sirius's neck one last time.

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Sirius slowly came to and doubled over in pain, his insides were on fire there was no part of him that did not feel like it was being pulled apart. He was drenched in a feverish sweat, he was dying, he thought as another pain took him.

"Yes and about time too we've been here most of the night." The Prince observed in impatient boredom holding Sirius's wand.

Sirius moaned but refused to scream as another sharp pain took him to new heights in torture. His body twisted around the bed where the Prince had unceremoniously deposited him hours earlier. Sirius lay on the bed for a couple of more hours until with one last shooting pain that seemed to boil his blood he gave out and screamed not in pain but in twisted anger. The scream echoed the confines of the wing where the Prince's private chambers lay.

The Prince walked around the bed Sirius was breathing hard he had his eyes closed, his face had taken the shade one would associate with a corpse. Yes "blue eyes" was finally dead.

The Prince moved Sirius hair from his face and ran his hand down the Wizard's jaw the bruises were beginning to disappear. Such a strong face he loved it, in his own way he loved it and him. His possession, his mate…his mate. With one long fingernail he sliced his wrist along the vein. "Drink." He said placing the arm to Sirius lips.

Sirius knew what it was but his mind refused to accept the offer his body craved. "Come on Sirius let bygones be bygones…just a small sip you know you want to." the Vampire taunted. Sirius had enough of the Prince's blood in him to last him an eternity he needed to feed but he would not now or ever feed from the Prince. "No!" he meant the word to come out as a shout but it sounded weak to his ears and he was revolted by it. The Prince had a mean streak in him when it came to Black, he had just professed his own twisted kind of love but he was not used to being refused, ever. He grabbed Sirius roughly and raising him with one arm he threw the Wizard against the wall. Sirius collapsed to the floor and lay unmoving his breathing coming hard. The Prince looked at him in disgust and grabbed a goblet he kept by the bed and let his blood fall into it walking over to the Wizard he put his foot on Sirius's chest and pressed down hard Sirius cried out and the Vampire unceremoniously dumped the contents on him and then threw the goblet against the wall with such force that it encrusted itself into the wall. His anger spent he walked out twirling Sirius's wand. "Merlin he loved him!"

Sirius lay recuperating from the whole ordeal and slowly began to move. Little by little he gained strength and picked himself up. He stood unsteadily and whispered a cleaning spell on himself and what remained of his clothes. He sat down gingerly on a sofa and tried to recover from the last ten hours. He felt hungry and he knew what he needed his mind craved it.

"Should've drank it".

"Get out!" Sirius did not like anyone in his mind it was too much like having Dementors slithering around.

"Really Sirius why can't we get along" The Prince asked mockingly.

"Get out!"

"NO!" Came the thunderous retort, Sirius doubled over in pain. "Don't think to order me my dear Princeling, don't think to tell me when, where and how"

"I need rest." Sirius stated unwilling to plead.

"And what's the magic word?"

"Bugger off!"

"Oh Merlin I really must love you my precious Black! I really must! Make sure you feed! Don't try to lose yourself anywhere Mate,"… The Prince laughed at his own joke and then continued threateningly, "You wouldn't want me to come looking for you." Sirius said nothing, nothing needed to be said.

The Wizard pushed the memories of the Prince's attentions in the back of his mind under lock and key. He would never think of it. Not ever, he knew it would happen again but he would never think of the first time not ever.

He was pragmatic and he needed to be pragmatic about that too or he wouldn't survive. First thing first, he needed to feed and there was only one person that had as much as he needed. Time to go calling he thought with a twisted smile, one that almost matched the Prince's.

He looked down at his clothes and went over to the closet where he picked out a set of the finest robes. If he was a Princeling then he'd dress like one. He quickly changed and opened the door outside stood two of the Prince's Guards they eyed him and Sirius simply ignored them and walked down the hall, the Vampires followed him no doubt to make sure he came back. Half way down the hall he changed into his animagus form, a large Black Grimm. He took a whiff and navigated himself out of the Manor, he was surprised and grateful at the same time to see he was in Snape Manor he could not handle seeing Harry or anyone right now but then again he changed his mind like he did form so who knew.

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Sirius apparated three times before he finally found what he was looking for; he looked up at the imposing building and with a twisted smile thanked Merlin for his attitude on life. He jumped and held on to the wall with an ease that surprised even him. Yes he could certainly get used to this. If anyone thought he would kill himself now or live as a fucking recluse they were oh so mistaken. He was not his beloved Godson or his tragic friend Remus he had tried to avoid his present state but now that things were what they were and he would live for as long as he could. He would have to speak to Harry the poor kid must be having a nervous breakdown. He was not a tragic hero, he had no intention of dying, it was not his nature not his nature at all. He had things to do, he had a shit list as long as his arm and the first one was about to get his throat ripped apart.

He could hear the man inside mumbling to himself incoherently. Yup time to feed, he though as he apparated inside. The Vampire Guards shifted into tow large bats and settled on the window sill to wait for him.

Vernom Dursely knew the elf was not part of his imagination the boy had sent it to punish him as if a freak could punish him. "Freaks that's what they all were freaks! Freaks!" He screamed pulling on his hair wildly. Sirius listened and licked his lips.

The whole thing took him about twenty minutes, everyone had their use in this world and Sirius had finally found Vernom's.

With a full stomach he kicked the window off its frame and jumped from the seventh floor. He landed hard but he didn't care he stood up and dusted himself off. He apparated from there to his next stop Grimmould Place or what was left of it. He had a will to write and things to take care of before he took care of number two on his list. The Vampire's followed Black mutely.

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Hours later the will had been written, and taken to the Black's Family Attorney with instructions that it would be read in a month's time. The attorney would of course inform those with direct connection to the Black Family that the will had been written sixteen years earlier. The Attorney had been reluctant at first but it was amazing what three vampires could do to a man's will.

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Black made it back to the Manor at around three o' clock, six hours before the bonding ceremony. Alessander had left him to his own devices and had not made any effort to call him; he seemed to know he'd be back. He didn't fear the Vampire but as powerful as Sirius had become he knew that the Vampire was ten times more and he would be stupid not to take that into account. He entered the Manor and knew the impatient Prince was in their chambers waiting for him soSirius took his time not out fear, never out fear but because the bat hated to be kept waiting...

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It was seven and a reluctant Alessander finally rose from bed, Sirius lay resting for the ceremony. It would be the whip the Prince had informed him and he would not go easy on him! Well so much for the honey moon, thought Sirius sarcastically.

"What did you say?"

"So much for the honeymoon and don't do that! I hate people in my mind!"

Alessander looked at his mate and thanked whatever deity had put him on his path. The Wizard was one of a kind. He made him feel alive. Truly alive! "Are you afraid?"

"No I don't think so…but you must admit Alessander that being whipped in front of an audience which includes my Godson and my best friend is not how I would like to be introduced to your Clan."

"I can only say that they will fall in love with you."

"You use that word too much."

"I love you, you know."

"Yeah that's why you won't let me top."

"Bothers you, does it?"

"I'd like you to get yours that's all." Sirius said awed by the conversation they were having. Damn it! Did he just say that?

"That's why I chose you because you're not afraid to try or say what you want."

"Your twisted."

"Yes…I am." He admitted and continued dressing.

It was eight thirty when Sirius finally began dressing. He took his time and chose all black for no other reason that Alessander had asked him not to. "It's almost time Sirius."

"Can't wait to whip me you bastard."

"Perceptive, aren't you?"

"Yeah definitely twisted. Did you whip your last mate?"

"No her I took?"

"A woman?"

"A very beautiful one…"

"I thought you only-"

"No. I admire beauty, charm, intelligence and class in whatever form it may present itself."

"You just called me beautiful, charming, and intelligent and I have class to top it off. You're really going to tear the skin off, aren't you?"

"It'll grow back."

"I want my wand."

"Why?"

"Cause it's mine."

"Here." The Vampire said throwing it across the room. The Wizard caught it and placed it in his boot. "...and the dagger."

"If you know what's good for you won't ever bring that up again." the Prince said tracing two very light scars on his left cheek.

"Had to try. I'm ready..Oh I'll be speaking to Harry tomorrow. He needs to know I'm ok. By the way those comments you made to me at the Tower about him."

"My son is not me." The Prince said walking over to Sirius to arrange his collar.

"Is that why you did it?"

"No one hurts those I love. Remember that Sirius, no one."

"So you did it out of vengeance."

"The first time I saw you I was struck by your eyes, I was drawn to them or by them however you want to put it. When I began asking about you I found out how you had hurt my son. When I did what I did it, I was getting you back for it. That in my vengeance I was able to get and keep you makes it all good. I received retribution for your trespasses against my son and I got you in the process."

"You would hold a kid responsible for his actions?"

"I would…you said so yourself I'm twisted. I believe my first wife saw it too. That's why she shunned the idea of taking up the legacy with me."

"And you are above it all."

"No one is above anything Sirius. One day I will get my due. May be it'll be good maybe it'll be bad who knows! I refuse to dwell on what may or may not be."

"Well you certainly are either insane or extremely intelligent."

"Stop the flattery it won't make me go easy on you."

"Worth a try." Sirius smiled almost laughing. Damn was he insane or what? He was about to receive the whipping of his life and he sat here smiling, yup not a recluse or a fucking tragic hero.

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He walked next to Alessander not looking down as many had done before him but looking straight ahead he was not the type to dwell on things. His only regret was that Harry was watching he hoped Severus would be able to help him along he could take anything life threw at him but he could not take the youth's pain Harry was his Achilles' heel. It was while he mulled that thought over that he stumbled on the fact that Alessander's Achilles' heel was Severus.

He looked above and noticed Myrtle, mad as he was at the ghost he had to admit that he had been a real bastard to her. I guess now that he was immortal he saw things differently. She was dead but that didn't mean that she didn't have any feelings. She had been crying when he had first seen her, he thought it funny at the time. He started picking on her going Myrtle hunting, had even come up with a spell that cast ghost like pellets to knock her glasses off; the girl was blind without her glasses. What an idiot he had been. "Well Myrtle I've got no grudge against you in fact what's about to happen I hope atones for the mean things I did to you, the pranks and the hurtful words to you and to the other kids too. I was a real git, I was mad with my family and I took it out on people I didn't even know…I'm sorry really I am." He thought hoping the ghost would pick up on his apology.

"Do you mean it?" Myrtle looked down from where she floated.

"Yeah I do."

"I'm sorry he has to whip you."

"Hey so am I but by tomorrow I'll be fine and walking about."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you said in fifty years I'd thank you well I'm thanking you now."

"You are lying".

"Nope I'm just being practical. I'm a bat now."

"A Black bat."

"Big ugly one."

"No your not I think your rather handsome."

"Why thank you my lady. Hey could you talk to Harry and tell him I'm fine and that I'll want to talk to him tomorrow. The kid must be really hurting."

"I will I promise."

"Thanks." he had barely got the word out when he felt his hands chained to the post and the whipping began….

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Well there it is a small intermission…hey and just before you all jump down my throat remember that there's a reason behind the madness. It will all come out!

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