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So this one is rather short. But it covers things. It rolls quickly as most of it is dialog. If any of you haven't seen "Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog", it is wonderfully hilarious, and I love it, and is only 47min. long, so if you have time to waste, watching is a delightful idea. Dr. Horrible is from that musical (obviously). This story takes place after the musical has ended, and he is in the Evil League of Evil.
Thump. Creak. Opening the door, finding Silwen on the floor in front of it, he gasped, then lifted her into his arms and carried her to an armchair inside his room.
"Are you okay?" he asked, worriedly. Nodding, Silwen moved around into a normal position. Taking several deep breaths, she calmed herself down and looked around, amazed. Large metal tables stood awkwardly in Dr. Horrible's room. On top of them stood or hung over were glass and other metal instruments. The tables were messy with all sorts of tiny knick-knacks covering them and spilling off to the ground, which, too was comfortably messy. The room reminded her of her uncle's private study, except he had more wooden and stone instruments. Not to mention, everything was spotless and in its place.
"What is all of this?" she asked in wonder, her eyes bright with curiosity.
"They're, um, my instruments...I'm here to adapt show the Evil League of Evil's contraband arsenal."
"But they're muggle-made. How are they going to work against wizards...especially at Hogwarts."
Taking his black goggles off, he looked at her. "A few wizards have been helping me adapt them."
Mesmerized, Silwen didn't notice his stare. This display was...beyond anything. Like seeing a jungle for the first time.
"So...I wanted to talk to you," began Dr. Horrible, taking a seat in front of her. Silwen's trance broke and she faced him, unsure.
"About...?" she led off in a question.
"I don't want my inventions to kill people. I-I want to...sabotage this war."
Silwen's eyes narrowed. "You can't tell me anymore. Please. If the Dark Lord finds out I know something, he'll force the answer from me and I won't be able to stop him do it. Dr. Horrible, I'm sorry. I can't help you. I want to, I do. But I can't. It's too dangerous for your plan."
Surprise spread across Dr. Horrible's face. "Why? Oh, and Billy is my name."
"I-I can't lie to anyone," she said looking down. "I promised the Dark Lord I'd be his servant until his death, and I cannot break that promise. If the Dark Lord hears of anything against his plans and finds out that I have something to do with it, he'll use me in any way possible to stop it. However, now that I know this, I might be able to help you out once." Putting her hands in her pocket, she drew out her wand and whispered, "Accio Charm Volume!"
A whooshing sound sped through the hall, something banged the door open, and fell onto Silwen's lap.
"What's that?" asked Billy curiously, looking at the thick volume on her lap.
"It's a charms book. What you need is a charm to make everything non-lethal but still make it look lethal." Opening the book, she did a sharp intake of breath. Under the sticker of "Ex Libris," was the name Severus Snape. What was his book doing here? He had most likely brought it for a meeting to refer to. She thumbed through the pages until she found the Protection Spells chapter. And...nothing. However, two people she knew could sort this problem out. Two inventors extraordinaire.
"Anything?" asked Billy desperately in his red lab coat, leaning forward.
"No...But try to contact...Fred and George Weasley. I think they'd be able to help you...Contact Minerva McGonagall first at Hogwarts. She'll help you get to them safely."
Smile cracking his lips, he said, "Thanks, Silwen. You can leave if you want...But I'd have to take you to the other vampire's room."
"Er, Billy, I was wondering if you could help me. If you had the time. See, I'm curious about the two different vampire races here, Cullen and Spike's group. Could you see if you could figure anything out?"
"The weapons are actually done. They just need to be modified. And then re-modified. So, yes, I can help you. Do you have anything from them? Hair, skin-blood would get the best results, but hair is also good."
Silwen looked on her shoulder near her bite, thankful to see it closed and dry. A long strand of hair several shades lighter than hers laid on it. "I have a strand of Drusilla's hair." Taking it off her, she handed it over to him and dropped it into his thick, black, rubber gloves.
"Good. I'll start on it soon."
Standing, she smiled at him and said softly, "I know it hurts to lose someone you love. It feels like you can't go on anymore, and all you want to have is-is them. ... Keep your chin up, Billy. Tomorrow is a brand new day." Small tears formed in the corner of his blue eyes and he nodded. Timidly, she put a hand on his shoulder and lightly squeezed, a tear escaping out of her own eyes. "Good luck, Billy."
"Good luck with the other vampire."
Silwen nodded and walked over to the door, an odd feeling inside her that wouldn't let her stop smiling. That vanished when she stepped out of the door and bumped into her last duty.
"Good morning", he murmured, holding her to him for a few seconds, chuckling at her instinctive struggles, brushing the tear off her cheek.