So Far Away

Chapter 9

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Still in Sunnydale

The tabby cat with grey on grey stripes and a tiny line of circular marks about her eyes made her cautious was about the halls, maneuvering when gazes were turned and eyes were busy elsewhere. Her tail flickered as the sounds and smells and tang on her tongue of the medical hospital made its way into her senses, alerting her of every movement around her. Her own husband she could literally feel behind her due to the magic around her.

The internal system of a cat could sense a canine nearby and she knew instinctively that it was her student Were following on her tail next to her husband, both under invisibility cloaks and used to walking quietly.

What was odd to her was that she also felt more Weres rooms away, checking across the threshold doors to them as well. As she passed them, noses sniffed and multiple eyes turned to look at her. One of them even dared bark but found himself without a mouth. Her mouth turned into a feminine smile as she knew it was Albus protecting his lady's honor.

She moved on room-to-room and looked in on the many inmates of the white medical sheets. She was so thankful she felt no bond with any of the dying she encountered, and three hours later, she had checked the children and still there was no bond from mother-to-child-to-grandchild and so forth.

She brushed her tail in the eyes of a sleeping child then. She may have been glad that the cancer patient wasn't her grandson many times over but she was aware that animals helped with the mental problems with patients. She licked the child as she left the girl to smile in her fitful sleep.

The ward she was in now was for long term patients and she stopped herself from hesitating. One door and she found an old man. There was no bond so she didn't check on him, Wheel of Fortune on the television. Another door and the woman on the phone was left none the wiser that an animal was in her presence. She almost got caught by a lady orderly that came around the corner, but pounced under a cloak until there was no one to really see her.

She flicked against the counter with a sigh and moved on.

Coming to the last room, an eerie old saying mostly humorous entered her mind for no real reason. 'It's always the last room you're looking for,'

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Away from Sunnydale

The day was hot, but in the chill of the limo she felt nothing. She had become more aware of where she was as time passed. But her mind was in a deep crevice of denial where she could hide and retreat in this quiet, too cold place where she had been left alone. The arms encircling her were the same pale, female limbs that slowly dragged nails to tickle the feelers on her skin. She could have once imagined them pointed and dragging cuts into skin, slow torture for a human child or teen.

Now they were warm, not of life but of true feeling. She would have wondered why if she could but she didn't. She felt so hot and cold at the same time, her skin burning up. A fluffy comforter she smelled as her own surrounded her and the arms of the cold one with a heart without a beat didn't bother her. What bothered her was that it wasn't other arms, male arms, arms of her love that were encircling her.

She dreamt they were and woke up breathing too hard when he whispered words in her ears and she knew her love had changed back to Angelus and she had not been warned. The demon in them really had never bothered her as they were beings too. But when the vampires went psycho as they became aware, they had to be killed. Masters gained decorum and a bit of real mind, but they weren't good. The soul had come then into her love and he had become both a vampire and a vampyr.

The vampyr she had loved and the vampire she had accepted. But Angelus had taken over and he was once again the little inconsequential fledgling with too much power that had wreaked havoc before the gypsies had crossed paths with him.

The crazy vampyress holding her like a small tiny child did not make her feel uncomfortable any. And again, she did not wonder why. Instead she held on as they tiny one her childe-of-mate was holding her as and she tried as best she could to come out of the deep dark crevice she had fallen into.

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Hogwarts

With Professors Sprout and Flitwick taking their control over Hogwarts, the few students that knew about it, were wondering where McGonagall and the Headmaster were. With Voldemort about, plenty were wondering if they had been captured or injured or had simply run off to help. Rumors spread like wildfire from one common room to another. No one was really sure how it got from one to another before breakfast was even set.

Those who slept probably had nightmares of what could be happening. Many had attempted to stay up late, thinking that maybe they would be getting a black letter at breakfast that would just spoil their breakfasts. Others stayed up because they were simply not able to get more than a few ours of sleep.

Tiredly, Sirius Black wondered, Necromaniac? Is that what it means when you can't sleep? And of course since Remus was elsewhere, and he was busy wondering where the Werewolf had gotten to, Sirius had no way to ask a question and get a sarcastic Marauder answer. As a fellow fourth year, Remus had become their personal dictionary or encyclopedia. He didn't know everything, as that was designated for James's Lily-love who had still not agreed to go out with him and hexed him the last three times he had asked the day before.

Now that Moony wasn't there, it was like their vocabulary was slowly twittering out of their brains. Wormtail was on his bed while Sirius was on his own bed, simply staring at the ceiling, eyes far away and droll. The dark haired pureblood sighed aloud again. James was out in the common room with some of the others, thinking that maybe his parents had been attacked. He was a pureblood loudly on the side of light and his family had long been a point of target for dark supporters.

Personally, he hoped his mother got killed by the dark lord. It would leave the family name to him. Regulus, a year behind him and in Slytherin, was a decent guy really, but he was kind of a wiener and even his own mother knew not to hand it over to him. Then again, she'd probably come back as a poltergeist, or maybe she'd leave a dreadfully annoying portrait behind just to make him miserable. He decided to just stay in bed and let things come then.

It would be a long night.

And he was stuck wondering where Moony had gotten to. Was he alright? Was in the hospital wing? In his mind, he started mapping out a game of "Where in the World is Remus 'Moony' Lupin?" It was crazy, delightfully full of adventure and in his own mind so that nobody but the voices in his head could demand things of him.

James was slowly day dreaming of the girl he couldn't make understand that he loved her and had since he saw her.

Sirius was just lost in his thoughts wanting their Moony and wondering where he was.

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France

They had gotten home in their private jet, twenty vampyr lowers there to help and guide one another. In the arms of an insane seer slept the Slayer and mated of their head. Technically the human super hero was the head of their order, and they respected that. Drusilla and Spike had been the ones in charge in the interim, and so far they had ran things quietly but slowly changed their numbers into feeling human-like creatures who didn't prey on humans unless absolutely necessary, and even then, not to kill.

Those that murdered were put to death immediately.

They exited in their land and Drusilla brought her light Slayer to the veranda where the stars could both speak to her and let her see them. The sun would be up soon but she would give her mummy a nice environment until she woke up.

The moon was out, not full. She only had a few minutes until they had to seek the shelter in the large manor.

Blonde and breathing in the loony's arms was her mummy. Her heart ached and the crazy dark haired princess pressed her ear to her heart and listened to its beating. She listened for more but only heard the loud vibration of the one heart. There was no sign of something else, something she wanted to know about. But she'd have to wait until mummy woke up.

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She was warm, her world foggy and her breath heated against the cloth against her face. Her sharp eyes opened slowly to a black comforter, thick and the smell of new fabric wafted into her pert nose, her sense of smell greater than even most vampire's own.

She dreamed last night, dreamed of her love and the beach where he blamed her for… something. She wanted to remember what he meant but was hurt too much by his accusation to dig deep and find out. There were parts in her brain that weren't working yet, parts of the past that were blurry. She had a mommy and an angel and a group of Scoobies that had become her father and sisters and brothers.

Only she didn't know where they were. But there was a lady (kin of my heart) that was holding her and others (kin of my kin) that were helping her move. She wasn't putting two and two together and wasn't letting it get to her. The fluctuating bouts of awareness were still varied and the Slayer knew she would have to wake soon.

But for now she'd curl up with a precious pink pig and wait for daylight.

TBC.

...K dudes and dudette readers, I found this piece and added some mroe stuff from the other computer. However, just because I have this now does not mean it will be a tad bit more time for more. Anywho, here's this. Cheers.