A/N: I forgot to meantion in the last chapter that - these two chapters are a bit way long, but i'm leaving tomoro for a shopping spreweek and won't be able to upload a chpater for a bit. Sorry - that is if i should be sorry, how am i to now that you even still want me to upload with so few reviews? but thanks to those that do review, your awesome!

Chapter Thirteen

Snape's heart leapt as he heard the bathroom door open. Abigail came out wearing nothing but a robe. Great, he thought, just great.

"I forgive you." she said to him.

"What?"

"I forgive you for scaring me earlier."

"What makes you think that -"

"Just stop with the tough talk, Severus." She cut in.

Snape sat shocked; he didn't know what to say. She sat down on her bed and faced him. They stared at each other for a while.

"So you practice witchcraft." She finally asked.

Sighing in relief that she wasn't just going to kick him out he said, "It's not what you think it is though. We aren't a cult and we don't sacrifice animals for our gifts. Like the werewolves we're born into Wizardry."

"But how can that be?" she asked pleading to understand.

"Think of it as just another culture or even just another race, because technically we are. Not so much as a different race because of how we look but because of our capabilities. We live in an entirely different world than you muggles do."

Light shinned in her eyes, making them a lighter blue, "You called me that before."

Remembering he shrugged and said, "Minor slip."

"When you say different world-?" she prompted.

"Not anther planet, it's just a hidden world on this one, hidden by magic because there are too many differences for us to live together, in one, right now."

"But you live right next door to me." She said in wonder.

"Well yes, those of us who chose to live out in the open magically hide everything about ourselves. You might have met many wizards and witches in your life and would have never known. But the reason I live where I do is because my father was a muggle."

"And your mother was a witch?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"But wouldn't that make you a half breed; doesn't that decrease your capabilities?"

She was showing true interest in his world and no judgment at all, he even found it easy to talk to her about this.

"Well no. Even if just one of your parents were a wizard or a witch you would still become one yourself, it's very rare that someone with wizardry relatives does not become one themselves. Even children with two muggles parents and all their relatives were muggles, if they were meant to be a wizard they just are."

"I don't know if I understand everything you just told me but it's really -" she thought of an appropriate word, "Bizarre."

Snape spent the next few hours telling her about his world and answering her questions. She had many.

She asked if they had anything like her government and he told her about the Ministry of Magic. She asked if they were just few in numbers and he told her that they weren't, that there was no reliable amount and that they lived on every continent. She also asked a few questions about werewolves – he answered what he could but told her he didn't know that much about them. Then she asked about the schools and he spent a lot of time telling her about how it works, since it was his forte.

When she had run out of questions about his world and he had run out of answers she stared down at her hands which she held together in her lap.

"I know you might not trust me with this but, I want to know what you did."

Snape sighed; he knew this would come eventually but he was dreading it.

"I-" he didn't know where to begin. He didn't even know why he was about to tell her.

"If you don't tell me, I will understand." She said shyly and she looked up at him. He had held her gaze the entire time they had talked but now he was staring across the room.

"When I was still in school, I was much like I am today." He didn't specify but she thought she knew what he meant. "I hadn't had many friends, my parents had died and the friends I did have, weren't the kind that one should settle for. In our world, at the time evil had risen. You will never understand the extent to the word evil in our world, -" he looked up at her, locked his eyes with hers and said, "I will show you one day what I'm talking about, but today your not ready."

Abby nodded because he was still staring at her waiting for her to comply that she understood. He looked back at the wall.

"This evil came in the form on a man, he called him self Lord Voldemort and he was one of the most skilled wizards in our world. He wanted to rule it, cast out the dirty blood and take over everything. His followers were marked and called Death Eaters. They did everything he said and they believed him their God. Before I even graduated I joined him, all of my friends did."

Abby tried to sit quietly but she just wanted to say, do something. Her heart was racing, she didn't even know why.

"I thought that joining him was what I was meant to do, take vengeance on all those who had ridiculed me in the past, take vengeance against the world. Show them that I was worth something, that I was powerful. I hated everyone, and that I had in common with the rest of the Death Eaters. I thought I wanted the world to bow at our feet and praise us. But after one incident-" he stuttered, "that I had caused I realized the truth about me and everything I stood for."

He was quiet for a while and Abby was itching to ask what it was he had caused, but for him to not want to tell her it must have been horrible and she wondered if she really wanted to know. He was skipping pieces here and there and she could tell that he had never told anyone this before.

"I realized that I was nothing more than a coward, wanting people to fear me and they did. They did fear me. I deserved their scorn and in a feeble attempt to make the situation right again, and to make my life worth something, I became a spy for the side of good in our world. I stayed with Voldemort, relayed his plans and did his biddings until the day he was defeated, just last year."

He looked over at her with hatred in his eyes, "You will never know of the horrors I have committed and out of courtesy to you I will never tell you. I shouldn't even have told you this, I'm even thinking about removing it from your mind."

"No!" she said desperately, in a way she felt closer to the man sitting in front of her so at odds with everything around him.

"You're to trusting, Abigail. I could still be that evil person I was when I had first joined evil." He lowered his eyes, "I probably still am."

"No, Severus. You-"

"Shut up!" he whipped around glaring at her and she winched. "You know nothing about me. You don't know anything! What if I told you that I have killed many people, innocent people?"

"I-"

"What, you wouldn't believe me? Well believe it stupid girl. I have stood by and watched families get torn apart, slaughtered and did nothing about it. I didn't even feel anything, no sympathy, made no move to help them. Now you tell me that I'm not a monster!"

Abigail couldn't answer him, couldn't form words through the clog in her throat. She also couldn't stop the tear that escaped.

"See, you can't deny it." his haunted gaze followed that tear down to her chin, "I have watched the strongest of wizards be reduced to tears as they watched their families, their children be tortured before them. I have tortured so many. I have ruined those families. I did those things. I am a murderer – of life, innocence, trust and love." He whispered.

Abby wanted him to stop; she wanted to tell him that that's not who he was anymore, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything, just listened as he went on.

She watched as he pulled up his sleeve showing her a dark tattoo of a skull and snake.

"It's my mark, my brand to show what I really am - a dark follower, a Death Eater. Scum." He spat. "I was supposed to die with him. I was promised peace." He had said it so fast and so softly she had barely heard it.

She watched him closely, she believed he did many horrible things but she didn't think he deserved to do this to himself. She got up and walked over to him. He wasn't that man anymore.

Snape looked up to see Abby standing next to him, he had expected a slap, a threat, for her to condemn him, it was what he wanted, what he deserved – what he could handle but what he couldn't handle was when she put her arms around him and hugged him close – he didn't deserve it, it made him sick.

"You're not a monster, Severus. You might have been but you aren't' now." She whispered to him.

He tried to pull away from her but she wouldn't let him.

"You're a foolish woman." he said against her neck and allowed her to hold him closer.

They sat like that for a while, just holding onto each other and breathing. After a bit he felt her go limp against him and he knew that she had fallen asleep, still she wouldn't relinquish her hold on him. Sighing he laid them both down, conjured a blanket over them and fell asleep in her warm embrace and in wonder at the gift he had been cursed with.

The next morning, Snape awoke to the feel of Abigail's soft hands touching his stomach and chest.

"What are you doing?" he asked about to push her away.

Abby closed her hand over the hem of his shirt and pulled it up to his chest. She took in a sharp breath at the multitude of ridiculously long scars she found crisscrossing all over his chest and stomach. She traced her fingers over them.

"Who did this to you?" she asked, suddenly angry.

Snape looked up at her, her robe had fallen slightly open and he caught a glimpse of her breasts. He swallowed hard.

"Punishment." She looked down at him confused so he continued, "For not following the Dark Lord's orders to perfection. Also to test loyalty and scare out the traitors." He said it coolly, as if his beatings were mandatory.

"So he beat you?"

"With magic." Her fingers running over his skin was making him hard. He hadn't noticed till then that she had a leg thrown over his thighs and that view of her exposed breast were driving him crazy.

Snape said a small spell under his breath and put a hand around to the nape of her neck.

Abby tasted a slight minty taste on her tongue and whipped a hand to her mouth, "Did you just -?"

"Yes," he said as he pulled her mouth down to his and kissed her thoroughly.

Abby's blood boiled immediately. Not breaking the kiss she slid onto his lap and started to open the buttons of his shirt.

Snape was already tugging at the rob trying to untie the knot she had holding it together at the waist. Finally untying it he threw it across the room and broke the kiss to stare down at her. She was gloriously naked, sitting on top of his still covered body and he couldn't handle it any longer.

Abby was shocked when Severus threw her back onto her side of the bed and sat up to work his way hastily out of his shirt and pants. When he had only his black boxer-briefs left on and he made a grab for her she said, "The socks to." Wanting him fully naked.

She suddenly realized that she was nervous. But when he looked at her again and she saw the desire in his eyes, she smiled and allowed him to pull her over to him.

Snape kissed her tenderly; he had never wanted any woman more than he wanted her know. The truth of that made him want to make it last, but his body wanted the exact opposite. She laughed as he pushed her forcefully against the mattress and opened her thighs with his knees to accommodate him. Bracing himself on his arms he looked down at her body. At her generous breasts, her small waist and smooth stomach, at her long legs and her little stripe of intriguing hair.

He looked back up at her face; she was nibbling on her lower lip, that plump sweet pink lip, as she stared up at him waiting for him to make the next move - wanting him to make a next move.

Abby watched as Severus looked down at her in wonder. Watched as he lowered his mouth to her breast and pleasure sizzled through her as his mouth closed over her. She arched her back and moaned out his name.

Snape let go of her nipple and kissed hot sexy wet kisses down her chest and over her stomach when he noticed the silver hoop ring in her navel. He never much cared for body piercing but this turned him on. He licked it and then swirled his tongued around her navel. He could feel Abby's stomach muscles clench beneath him. Then he felt her hands in his hair, pulling gently at it. He went a bit lower but before he reached where he wanted to go her hands tightened in his hair and he looked up at her.

"You better be inside of me in the next two minutes." She ordered, not going to let him cheat her out of want she wanted again.

Snape smiled up at her, and lowered his head between her thighs. Her breathing became more ragged as he pressed a kiss against her inner thigh and slowly dragged his lips over to her tight nub. He dragged a long lick against her throbbing folds and smiled as Abby's feet started to slide against his sides and back. He wanted her like this - wanton and needy.

He heard her sigh as he licked her again and again, but suddenly she was on the brink and her hands tightened in his hair.

"Enough." She said her voice breathy and completely sexy.

But he didn't want her ordering him around so he took a few more licks until she was slightly trashing in his arms.

"Please, Severus, please."

Only when she begged did he comply. He slowly rose back up to kissed her- lying on top of her with her breasts pressed tight against his chest. He was delighted when Abby raised her legs and tried to pull his pants down with them. It opened her more to him and she could feel that he was as ready as she was.

For one moment is mind fought him, and images came to life in his mind - mages of things he didn't want to think about, images that taunted him. I can't fight it this time, he offered the excuse and pushed all his thoughts away.

Pulling back he got rid of his underwear and laid back onto her - his erection no secret against her thigh. Abby moved her hips, desperate for completion.

He chuckled down at her. He began to kiss her again as he pressed the head of his erection against her tight wet core. Slowly he inched his way in. He had to pause his kiss to grit his teeth as he fought to control his slow pace when his body just wanted to go wild.

Abby shook her head from side to side, wondering why he was going so slowly. "Faster."

Snape stopped and looked down at her pretty face, "As you wish." With that he pushed all the way into her and shivered at the pleasure that went through him to finally be inside her.

He began to move as she ground her hips against his - his pace slowly going faster and deeper. She then wrapped her long sexy, smooth legs around his waist to better hold onto him. Abby's arms grabbed into his back as her breathing became labored and their body's met time after time.

He loved the feel of her wrapped tightly around him. Loved the way she responded to every way he touched her. He loved the way she moaned and whispered his name when she begged him for more. Always more. Until they couldn't take the pleasure any longer and came apart in each others arms.