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Chapter 3: Injustice

I stumbled down the street, trying to run but failing miserably given my current state. It felt like my heart had literally been torn from my body- I couldn't look at them any longer, I had to run, I had to get far, far away… Their milky eyes lingered in my thoughts as I tried to make distance. My mind rushed with questions- What had happened? Who would want to kill my parents? Why the hell would anyone kill- and then it hit me…The mailbox, they were at the mailbox- they must have come out to see why I hadn't gotten the mail already and those men-vampires- must have… It was all my fault- no it was that magical ministries fault! If I could get my hands on that David Ox-

"Abigail?! I know you are here!" I heard his voice and instantly spun and bolted right at him. As I became closer and his face grew clearer, my heart rate hastened, rage pumping through my veins. "Wha-" I hit him, hard. My body slammed against his and we went crashing to the hard pavement. I regained my composure only to try and get a punch in before he had time to retaliate- but I froze. Completely froze- unable to move any limb, locked in an awkward mid-punch pose. It was then that I realized he had a long, thin stick pointed at me from under his robes. David maneuvered himself out from under me, stood up and straightened himself out.

"I do not know the meaning of this blatantly rude and immature gesture, but you sure cannot blame me for what has occurred. I had no idea they would attack others- their main target was you, as I am sure you are aware. I am very regretful for not placing an enchantment on the house- but there was no time," He began to ramble as he did on their first encounter. Unable to speak, more or less, yell, I was left to listen and to realize the blame was to be put on them- all of them. If vampires didn't exist, there would be no need for a slayer and I would have never been hunted. "Are you going to behave? You surely must believe me, I had no part in this- I would never wish this upon anyone, I-" He stopped, lifted the charm and walked over to help me off the ground.

I didn't move at first. He extended his arm and waited. All I could think of was the look on my mother's face- fear, horror, despair. I looked up tearfully and accepted his kind gesture.

"I don't know where you were planning to go, but you are welcome to come with me. I have a place- it's safe- we have started to use is as a headquarters of sorts. I can't say it's much to look at now, but it has a clean bed and a hot meal waiting." I nodded, unable to think of a place I would go and unable to argue. He reached for my arm and I allowed him to take me through that suffocating tunnel and we landed on the doorstep of a very foreboding residence.

Only a few steps inside and a set of loud, running footsteps could be heard approaching our location down a massive side stairway.

"Oxford, my friend, what's kept you?" An attractive, black-haired man came smiling forward and engaged in an enthusiastic handshake with David. During which, he noticed my existence, and then my appearance and lost his boyish grin altogether. "Are you alright? What- what happened to you?"

I met his stare and opened my mouth but words weren't quite possible at the moment, more or less explanations. David cut the silence, "She was attacked- quite horrible, she has no where to go and needs a place to rest her head while I sort some details out. Would you mind a little company for a week or so? It would mean a great deal, Sirius."

"No problem- I'll go and fix a room," Sirius answered looking me up and down, unsure if I were capable of speech. The last look he gave as he turned to go back upstairs was one of small cheer- this thoroughly confused me- did he find my appearance funny?

David turned and whispered, pulling me out of my train of thought, "Are you okay to stay here? Sirius is harmless, I promise- I must go and sort things out at the Ministry… I will be back soon and tell you what I can arrange, meanwhile I believe some time to morn and recover is much needed." I nodded and he gave me a sincerely apologetic look and left for the door.

I stayed in place- deep in thought. Minutes passed and I barely moved. Sirius returned, "I've got it ready- best I could do given that laundry is rarely done around here," he laughed, but abruptly stopped once he noticed I was not following form. "Well, er, follow me, it's upstairs and around the bend." He waived his arm and pointed up, I followed nonchalantly. We reached the room and he followed me in- showed me where the towels and extra blankets were and went to leave.

"Thank you," was all I could muster. As though alarmed by my speech, he quickly spun around and his boyish grin returned.

"So you do speak English!"

A/N- hope you liked it! (AH) Sirius will be basically the only other character for the next two chapters sooo enjoy! Please review- I love to hear what you think!