Tears of Vampires

Chapter 29: Time in the Sniper Castle with the Family

You know where all those fucking warnings are bitch. I'm broke anyways. So leave this college student alone. And the Crimson Series belongs to Trisha Baker so please don't sue me Miss Baker. I really love your story but don't hurt me.

A/N: I'm a dumb bitch for making you all wait for so fucking long. I got so busy and no energy to work on any of my stories. Mindless tears will have to wait to be updated next year. Right now I'm on the Disney College Program. If you don't know what that is here is a ruff over view of it. Disney gives cheap fucking apartments to live with a shitty pay for working your ass off for them and then pulls so much shit that you want to kill every fucking person who asks where Fantasyland is. For Christ shakes people, they give you a fucking map for a fucking reason. I don't enjoy smiling every fucking minute of the fucking day fucking dumb ass mother fuckers at Disney world in Florida. Ah, I feel a little better. Now, enjoy the story.

Drago smirked at the story he read. It sounded so familiar to him that he couldn't help but feel content. It also made a raw reminder that human feelings linger far too long in one vampire's life. There would only be one point in a vampire's life to be rid of all human feelings. But that happens late in their age that he had lost many in his clan to it.

Shifting in the bed made Drago watch it, a groan before a head with short black hair was seen. Drago smiled as he stood and walked over to inspect his grandson's mate.

Harry stretched a bit before rubbing his eyes to clear his head. He remembered what had him confused. The sight of Fate's mangled body made tears shine in his eyes. He looked to his left and saw Severus there. Tears fell down his face as he pushed Severus till he woke.

Severus yawned a bit before sitting up to stare at Harry.

"What is it, love?"

Harry only shook his head before throwing himself into his mate's arms. Severus only smiled at the affection before hugging the young vampire close.

A cough brought the attention of the couple to Master Drago.

"I'm sure you're both alright in a physical state. But I'm sure the mind is such a hard thing to handle." Drago said while waving the book in his hand in the air.

"That's my book." Harry said taking the book.

Drago smiled. "Good choice as I think it was written by Meghann. Such a lovely woman from the Baldevar clan, Simon was such a lonely creature before he met Meghann."

Harry looked up with interest. "You mean their real, even Mikal and Elizabeth."

Drago smiled at the youngest member of his clan. "Yes child. I'll even have Meghann send you signed copies."

Harry blushed at his excitement. Drago only waved a hand in the vampire's direction.

"Child, it is no bother to me. Anyway, Meghann and Simon are having trouble planning the wedding for Elizabeth and Mr. Delacroix. It seems Mr. Delacroix and Simon butt heads too often." Drago said in a thoughtful tone.

Harry chuckled a bit. "Jimmy is someone Sirius would like to hangout with."

"Ahh." Severus said resting against the headboard and pulling Harry into his embrace. He took a deep breathe of Harry's scent before relaxing further onto the headboard.

Drago smiled at the sight before him. It has been too long since he'd actually seen his grandson happy. Then again the only members of the Clan he had kept close to his heart were the royal family. Being a master vampire would mean nothing if he didn't actually care for those in his Clan.

"So, what's next Master?" Severus said as he lulled Harry back to sleep with his hand running through Harry's hair. The young vampire was so emotionally drain that he fell right back to sleep.

Drago sat on the bed with his legs crossed. "I will have to take care of Dragoon myself. This should have been through with before but now he has made me become involved."

Severus held Harry tighter to himself as he heard the words his master spoke. It wasn't always a smart thing to get the master involved. Master Drago was far more cunning than the other council members but he knew how to survive and if it meant to kill one of his own he would do it. That's what made the Sniper Clan deadly to begin with. It wasn't survival of the fittest; it was survival of will powers. Severus remembered Master Drago telling him that at one point most of his young where the weakest because they tricked the others into death.

"I want that boy to never leave here. He carries not only your heir but your life as well, Severus." Drago said as he stood up and retrieved his cloak.

"What do you mean Master?" Severus asked with worry and wonder.

"You have given part of your life force to conceive that child. He holds your life in his very hands Severus. It gives the child strength but will make you weak the first month of its birth." Drago said with no feeling or expression as he turned around.

Severus swallowed as he thought of something that would be far worse than anything else. "What happens if I die before he's born?"

"The child will die and Harry will either go insane or die as well. So be safe and stay here. That's an order." Drago said as he left the rooms.

'I just barely started teaching. Oh well, I hope he doesn't tell mother she has to stay in my stead.'

Ivana growled as she tapped a finger on the desk. She looked at the stack of papers left unfinished and the stack she just received. This was one of the many reasons she did not teach in schools. The piles of reports would just stack up till there was no time for a personal time. Teaching her students back at the castle was easy. The ones who got it stayed in the class the ones who didn't were kicked out, simple and not complicated at all.

A knock on the door made Ivana look up with heated eyes. The scent from the other side told her it was Dumbledore. She growled an "Enter" at the offending entrance.

"Ahh, Ivana. You are here but where is your son. I was hoping to have a word with him?" Dumbledore asked as he walked around the desk and sat in the open chair.

Ivana smiled sadly as she rested her chin in her left hand her right drumming atop of the desk. "He was called to the castle for a very important matter. I am filling in till he returns. So, you can ask me what you were going to ask him."

Dumbledore steeple his hands together contemplating if this was a decent answer. He had no other choice then to ask what had wanted to ask her.

"Who is Chaplin the Forcer?"

Ivana leaned back in her seat. "It would have been unwise to have asked Severus this. He does not know who Chaplin is. Chaplin the Forcer was his name when the war between the Snipers and the humans of the town of Songless."

"That is a very old tale. I heard that your Master Drago lost his lover in that war. That had started it in the first place, no?" Dumbledore asked tilting his head to the side.

Ivana shook her head. "I will not speak for my Master in this time of war or any other time."

"Reasonable. You may continue."

"Chaplin the Forcer is now Chaplin the Foreseer. He lives a very secluded life away from people. It was he who has predicted many things in our clan's success and downfalls as well."

"Chaplin is a Seer?" Dumbledore asked as he leaned in his seat.

Ivana nodded. "Chaplin the forcer comes from forcing others into fighting him when he knows he'll win. This gift has come with a price. Although born Muggle he fell in love with a vampire wizard. He saw their death in his vision and he was crushed. He was a friend I cherish and will not divulge in his location."

"How is he still alive after all this time? He couldn't have survived without some grand supernatural help." Dumbledore said looking thoughtful.

Ivana leaned over to the unfinished stacked and plucked off the first essay. She began to look over it as she reached for the quill sitting in the red ink bottle. "He doesn't believe he should have died then and still doesn't think so now. We have nothing to do with his extended lifespan. He's two hundred and thirty and still looks thirty two."

Dumbledore contemplated this with his head cocked to the side. He watched Ivana mark another sheet making it known that he was more then being kicked out. He continued to sit there thinking of the prospect.

"There are rumors going around that you had an elder son and he was murdered by your husband." Dumbledore said.

Ivana stopped for a millisecond in her D- marking and then finished the dash. She put the parchment atop the pile of finished work.

"I wouldn't dwell on rumors. They are what they are, rumors nothing more nothing less Dumbledore. You should know that by now. Or has the prospect of losing the boy to a vampire brought you to reality. Give up your search for Chaplin. He will not be found by the likes of you." Ivana said marking another sheet. With little care if she offended the old man or not.

Dumbledore sat a moment longer before raising and leaving without a word. Ivana only snorted at the audacity of the man but she couldn't expect anything less from him. It was in his nature to irate others to get what he wanted. With a sigh Ivana marked another trying not to dwell on anything else.

A home sat a top a hill. It looked run down and like termites got to it before erosion ever set in. trees didn't his the home but provided privacy from those that would dare be curious enough to enter. The home held a well and out house but looked abounded.

The front door opened to an ungroomed man. He carried a bucket to the well on the side of the home. He stood there looking into the darkness of the well with thought. Stretched and placed the bucket on the wall of the well. He started to pull the rope but jerked violently and knocked the bucket to the ground. Short breathes violently ranked his body as he gripped the rim of the well.

"Severus."

A/N: Ha ha. I'm so mean to leave it like that but hey can't be helped. Sorry for taking so long anyway. I got so busy with work and this whole Disney shit. It is not a dream to work for Disney. The only up thing is that you get in all the parks for free except water parks. And discounts galore, yeah.