Tears of Vampires

Chapter 27: Pain of Family Loss

Warnings and disclaimers are in the first chapters' jackass!!

A/N: Holy shit I think I'm demented. Wow, I didn't think that would come out like that. Shit I should kill myself but if someone starts to bitch about this chapter please tell me before you report me. I like my place on fan fiction. So if you tell me in an email or a review I will take it down and revise it. But other than that enjoy my story and I will get back to you on Chapter 28!! I luv you buh-bye!!

Severus was teaching a group of fifth years of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw a few days before he left for his home. Their skills in potions was and is horrible, there was no way they could make this potion without at least screwing it up one or five times. Not to mention the real fact that he hated teaching. Why did he take this job again? Right, cause he was bored and now he had Harry there as well.

The prince finished explaining the potion and the brewing precautions making sure that he expresses extreme caution in the brewing. Messing up wasn't an option for anyone today. An automatic zero if any one managed to screw up the potion in any way.

Severus sighed as he leaned back into his chair at the front of the class.

Suddenly he felt pain surge through him and he gasped, the pain circulated around his heart for a good five minutes before leaving.

The students all watched in horror as the scream of despair rang clearly through the room. But they noticed it wasn't the potions master's voice. It was a teen's voice of pain and despair.

The pain started to recede and the prince stood up to breath. Sweat dripped from his face as he bent over a bit to calm his racing and pained heart. His black eyes met the class and he growled.

"GET BACK TO WORK!"

It was louder than he meant but the pain was too much at the moment. It was an indication that his mate was in trouble and he didn't want to know if he was dead or not. Death meant two things. Either he would die in a few hours or go crazy and then die. He would have liked the former much better.

Then the door crashed open making it come off its hinges and falling to the floor. There stood a woman in her early twenties in a dress too tight to be a second skin. She wore pumps the color black to match her dress.

"Severus!"

Her voice was full of worry as she ran over to the vampire prince. She gathered him in her arms as he clutched at her. She patted him as he regained his equilibrium. It took at least a good ten minutes for Severus to regain his composure and able to stand on his own if not unstable feet.

The woman watched the vampire with apprehensive eyes. She took out a potion from her dress. Where she hid it no one would ever know. She handed the bottle to Severus and he took it without any problem.

Taking a quivering breath looked over the woman in front of her. He chose his words carefully in a strained voice to keep from it trembling.

"Ivana, what is going on?"

When the whispers of his students started Severus shut them up with a glare that promised a very painful death that would last a life time.

Ivana sighed as she walked up to her son. She wished the world wasn't so cruel to her family. Even though Fate was an impudent immortal she still was seen as family and Severus enjoyed the woman's company when he grew up. It was not only Harry that was hurt by the untimely death of the shaman.

She leaned over and whispered into his ear. In a low voice to keep the students from hearing her Ivana spoke to her pain stricken son.

"Your lover is in much pain. Go to him and I will cover you for the rest of the week."

Severus gave no second thought when she finished and rushed out the broken door.

Ivana gave a grim smile as she waved a hand to put the door back into its place. When she had arrived she was so worried for her son that she thought of nothing but getting to him. The only comfort he needed would come from his lover and vice versa.

The queen turned around to the class to see them staring at the door their teacher had just left through. She sighed wishing she had taught Severus a better talent than potion making. He was better than her now but still, the stress from watching others mess up on the same potion countless times gave you a headache.

"Ok students!"

The students jumped from their seats from the sound of the voice. They stare up at the woman as she looked over the board.

"It seems that is potion is the one you're working on. Well, you have less than an hour to finish or zeros for every one. Get to it." She glared at them and they continued to work on the potion. A blast sounded and Ivana sighed thinking she was out of her mind doing this.

Draven held the shaking Harry clutching his heart as the pain filled it more. He didn't know what to do. Never being mortal had its advantages. You would never morn the passing of a mortal but the King, Queen and the young vampire in his arms where mortals once. The king was named prince after the Master Vampire of the Clan left to join the council of elders. It was strange to see him there on the throne and a ceremony for him to take the throne after a hundred years of being a prince.

There was knock on the door and Draven looked up to see Adom there looking grim as ever. The man had inspected the room where the shaman once resided and he didn't seem too happy about it. It was either disturbing or he just didn't think what had happened was right.

Draven thought of his king's character. He knew that he could be a cold heartless man with torture methods that made the Elizabethan age a joke to what he could do. Not only did the man come from that time but he was more harden than a diamond after it has been compressed to turn into it's shining natural state. Such a man could possibly have a loving heart. But when this man was named prince he showed nothing but loyalty to the clan and made it true that he was the right one chosen.

The man had chosen a wife carefully before he turned queen Ivana. The woman was the perfect match, with a strong head on her shoulders and knew her place. She too was ruthless in torture and made blood letting an event to be enjoyed every night of a vampire's immortal life. She was cruel to those who turned away from their clan. Offering their blood to other clans is considered traitorous and the torture before the death is preformed by the queen. Her cruel ways of torture made everyone think twice about giving their blood to another. If they knew what was good for them and the queen would always know someway, some how.

Adom walked over to the bed where two of his children where. Even if Draven was older than he a king was like a father to all the clan members. So they were all his children.

"How is he?"

Draven sighed wishing he didn't have to say it. "He's getting worse as time passes. Milord I don't know how much longer he can handle this. The baby will be in danger."

Adom sighed placing a hand over his eyes. Everyone in the castle has seen the king like this which shows how much he cares enough for the clan to trust him.

"Lukel fire called me earlier that he had to subdue Roseael. And also I was sent a message that Klyst is looking for the source of those cries of pain and despair. They where too strong for ever him to feel."

Adom sighed again at the older vampire's words. He always took his words to heart no matter what.

"I fear that I will soon be in trouble with the master and he will punish me for losing his shaman."

Draven smirked a bit. "For losing a woman who has literally mopped the floor with his face?"

Adom gave a small laugh to that. He looked over Harry wondering why he has not made a sound. "He fell asleep."

Draven looked down and smiled watching relaxed and stress lines of the sleeping face.

"So he has. Good, now he can rest."

Adom helped Draven put Harry under the covers and they left the room.

Draven nodded to the king and went to his rooms. There he sighed as he fell onto the bed.

"Do the children as young as he; have that much power to put a crack in the wall?"

Draven's eyes shot open wide as he turned on his bed in a sitting position to stare at Darres. He turned pale as he watched the dead prince stand there with an evil smile on his face. His lips outlined with red lipstick to show he had them or was that blood.

"Why are you here?"

Draven's voice was strong even though the shock on his face told otherwise.

"To see my old lover. Can't I see you or Lukel for a nice visit or maybe even sex?" Darres moved closer as he spoke.

Draven crawled on the bed remembering the many times he had spent with this younger man in a bed. They were painful memories that didn't want to fade away. He couldn't cope with them and it led to him pushing away Lukel who was more than patient with him. Lukel's hopes gave him more comfort than he'll ever tell the other vampire. Now it seems he'll never be able to tell him.

"Why do you move away from me love?"

Draven was almost off the bed before Darres grabbed him making him lose his balance. He fell on the bed on his stomach. Darres flipped him over and straddled his hips. He pinned the older vampire's hands over his head as he leaned down so they could be face to face.

"Are you scared of my love, love?"

Draven growled at the younger vampire on top of him and glared.

"Why did you kill her?"

Darres smirked.

"Ahh, question as an answer very cleaver. But I think that my answer to that is that I wanted to kill her. She knew I was alive so I killed her. It was practical and don't put such a shock face on. I hated her anyway. Always telling me that I would be king one day when I knew that my younger brother was going to be king in my place."

Draven sighed as he turned his face away from the wondering mouth. He felt shivers run up and down his spine out of fright than pleasure. Flashes of endless times of pain and suffering in this very bed made him cower.

Darres smiled as he felt the older vampire shake with in his very grasp. He would rape the poor creature if he had the time. Time was short and he needed to get things rolling. It would only take days to put his family in despair and then kill the master to become more than just a king.

Darres stopped playing with Draven's neck and looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry but you must leave now."

Darres's eyes enlarged as he watched the other reach for his neck.

"NO! NO DON'T DO THIS!!! DARRES THEY NEED ME!! NO!! LUKEEEELLLLLL!!!!

Lukel looked up from where he was and thought he had heard Draven's voice. /Must have been the wind/ he looked away as he watched the younger vampire sleep on her bed.

Sirius was curled up around her in his dog form and Remus held her close to him. They had both followed to make sure she was fine. Lukel was wondering if he would be fine too. Fate was a teacher to many of the newborns at the castle. She would be more of a grandmother to everyone. Draven wouldn't know since he was born before she came to the castle but Lukel was there when she started teaching the others.

Lukel sighed as he felt a loss. The news would travel fast in the castle but the courtan mustn't know. It was a typical thing for Adom to give such an order. The master usually wanted to know what was going on in the castle before any council official.

A moan came from the bed and Lukel looked up to see Roseael stirring. She seemed to realize that she was trapped in between two figures. She opened her eyes and smiled. One eye roamed over to the docile figure in the chair next to the bed.

"Hey, how ya feel in?"

She groaned as she snuggled into the warm body holding her.

"I wish I knew. It's strange to know my grandmother just died that way. I'll kill him. He's so dead."

Lukel gave a small smile. "I wish it were that simple. If it's who I think it is then you will have to get much, much stronger to get him for what he did to you and your nephew."

"Who was it?"

Lukel hesitated for a second before answering knowing she would find out later. "His name is Darres Dragoon Snape. He is the older brother of Prince Severus and he is supposed to be dead."

"How did he die?"

Lukel looked up for a moment before he told the tale of a deformed prince of much more beauty than dignity and more pride than Lucifer himself.

Severus ran through the halls of the Sniper Castle at a faster pace than a cheetah. He was worried about his Beauty. The pain had stopped and it must have been from him falling unconscious in the all the pain.

The prince ran past many servants and even managed to knock a few to the floor before continuing on till he came to his doors. He took a deep breathe and opened them slowly with little to no sound. Once his eyes saw his pregnant lover there on the bed immobile he ran to him completely ignoring his father.

Adom sighed with relief as he watched his sun crawl into the bed and hold his lover close to his chest. The boy didn't know why Harry was in such pain but he was far from telling him at the moment. The only thing the two needs was the closeness of each other till the news is broken to his youngest son.

"Son, you must rest too." He smiled at Severus's exhausted face. "Sleep, I will see to everything and after you two wake I will talk to you."

With that he left closing the door slowly behind him. He sighed as he stared at the red doors. "What am I going to do?"

"Not much sir but he will grow strong."

Adom smiled at the familiar voice and turned to see a man about twenty eight holding an eight year old child in his arms.

"Ahh, Amos."

The other man smiled a bit. "Nice to see you too King Adom."

"Do you think the master did that on purpose?" Adom raised an eye brow at the other man.

The Amos just smirked and his head shook it gently. He had brown hair and green eyes that were brighter than Harry's they weren't as deep as Harry's either. He wore jeans and a black shirt. There were a series of weapons connected to certain parts of his body.

"I'm not sure but he has a message for you. Watch your back, one of the dead will rise and wipe out the whole Clan before they wipe out the royal family first." Amos looked saddened by the bleak look on the king's face. "I'm sorry."

Adom shook his head to clear it. "It's ok but this means that he has risen from his grave. My son."

Amos looked taken back by this and shook a bit. The movement caused the girl in his arms stir. The little girl had fire red hair and a blue dress with blue slippers on. Bright blue eyes opened to look up at him.

"Love, what is it?"

"Darres is alive."

The girl took her head off the other man's shoulder quick and turns to look at the king. "Father, is this true?"

"Yes. He killed Fate. I don't know whose next but I don't my oldest dying. I want you to leave now Tori. Amos will look after you like always. Go to America."

"But father!"

"Do not back talk to me young lady. You are from my mortal life and I want to keep you alive. And you cannot survive without his aide. So, go now before I render you unconscious far longer than a cat nap."

The sharp tone made the eight year vampire nod her head and the two turned. They left without another word.

"Now, to get some rest."

Darres looked down at the gasping vampire under him. He smirked as blood trickled down his chin and on to the mattress.

"You look beautiful my lover." He licked the wound he drank from. "But it seems father is going to bed now so I can torture you now a bit."

Draven's eyes where large no longer could you see the pupil. He was scared and wanted to get away from this made man. But he couldn't because he drank everything he had. It hurt all over.

Darres smiled as he took out a knife. He cut open Draven's black shirt to reveal pale creamy skin. He smiled and leaned down to lick a pink nipple before putting his knife to it. He outlined the outer circle with the tip of his knife making a deep cut that was a small circle. The mental vampire loved the sound of Draven's cry of pain. He revealed in it as he cut the whole nipple off with easy. Darres leaned down and drank from the wound. After a few gulps he looked up to see the pain etched on the beautiful face. A cruel smile formed on the blood stained face. He was in his primal force that made him cruel. Taking the knife he cut a thin line from the base of Draven's neck to his navel making a circle around the bellybutton. Painful cries filled the room as the knife was redirected to skin the vampire alive.

Draven blacked out for a mere second before Darres jolted him awake. He looked into evil white eyes that had mirth in them like a child wanting to show him his new toy.

"Look, you're more beautiful than when I fuck you to the point of unconsciousness."

Draven swallowed a bit trying to not to feel the pain and wonder why he was still alive after so much blood loss. He lifted his head knowing that if he didn't Darres would just force his to look. And look he did.

Draven paled so much that there couldn't be anymore blood left in that pain encrusted body. Bloody pink muscles shone in the fire light and his breathing became raged. He watched as his muscles went up and down and then spas from his lungs expanding.

Darres smiled looking like he won a free trip to Hollywood. "Want to see under. Maybe we could break that breast bone to see if the ribs will be easier to take out."

Draven cried out as the knife plunged into his breast bone. It shattered the whole thing and the young vampire's voice went ragged with more pain than the whole event of giving birth. With no more voice he could scream as the knife cut off the muscles that covered his chest and the breast bone pieces where taken out one by one. Slowly the pieces left his body and his eyes rolled back. Another jolt brought his attention to the knife that broke each rib.

Darres stopped to admire the beating heart and expanding breast within the chest cavity. He had actually put a sleep on the poor vampire to replenish about one pint of blood for every two pints missing. It nice to see the vampire cry out from the pain and the fact that he hasn't died yet was making him all giddy inside side and arouse. Darres looked down to see that he truly was hard and needed some release. So he decided that he would let Draven take care of it.

Draven was too dazed and too in pain to feel his pants and boxers come off but he did feel the intrusion with no prep come. His voiceless voice would have ringed throughout the whole of the room if he had a voice left. That's when the knife made its presence once more.

Darres brought the knife down and cut out a lung as he continued to pound into the body beneath him. Once the lung was out he threw across the room and it hit the wall with squash sound and fell to the floor with that same sound. After that he looked at the innocent heart that was pounding harder than he was at the moment. Trying to pump blood into parts that where no longer there. Draven would be too weak to survive if that was Darres let him.

Darres grew angry wishing that the heart belonged to his younger brother. He pounded harder as he brought his blood teeth down on the pounding heart. Draven screamed in agony as the blood was drained from his heart and an image of Lukel entered his mind as everything went black.

Darres let out an animal cry as he felt the heart stop and his release. He smiled as the still body was forever poised in pain.

"Thank you lover. Now, rest. You have a big day tomorrow."

With that he left without another word but leaving his demented death behind.

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