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Draco Malfoy & the House of Seraphim	By : KaliDiah Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 20461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I know it’s been a while, and quite frankly, I have no excuse. I am the Queen of Procrastination, and more than a tiny bit lazy. I’m sorry guys. But know that no matter how long it takes between updates, I am NOT going to abandon this fic. Like, EVER. Okay? Okay.

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"Naked?!" Faith asked, hardly able to contain her own giggles. "As in nothing but his birthday suit?!"

Draco clutched his sides as he doubled over in hysterical laughter.

"I swear!" Harmony answered as she sat on the front counter of the Hyperion's lobby. "Completely, one hundred percent, all-naturally naked! And Hamilton just stood there, and you could just tell he wanted to say something or run away or something. It was hilarious!"

All the girls laughed, as did most of the guys. Lorne even applauded. Giles and Wesley, however, were not as impressed.

"Do you really think that is the kind of image we want to be presenting to the Senior Partners?" Wesley asked, turning toward Angel, who sat on the stairs.

“Oh, lighten up, Percy,” Spike said, causing Draco and Blaise to collapse into a new fit of giggles, gasping something about red hair, or lack thereof.

Ignoring them, Giles spoke. "It's more than that," he chided, once again regulated to disciplinarian. He took off his glasses, using one of their arms to point at the vampire. "That kind of behavior has never been normal for you, Angel. It was bad enough you were … caught in the act. They are going to suspect something. They may even think you've lost your soul again."

Angel shrugged nonchalantly. "Let them. Maybe they'll get off my back if they think I'm on their side."

Giles glared at him. "You know as well as I that is not how it works."

Angel again shrugged. "Well, it's over, done with, gone. There's nothing I can do about it now. I'll just have to be careful in the future."

"See that you do."

Angel raised his eyebrows. "Now, Giles, you're not presuming to tell me what to do, are you?"

The Watcher didn’t respond immediately, but his gaze never wavered. When he did answer, his voice was quiet, with an iron edge. "Angel, you know I have a great deal of respect for you. Anyone who truly knows you can't help but respect you. But I feel it is my duty, as your friend and comrade-in-arms, to let you know when you are overstepping your bounds. Granted, your bounds have been greatly expanded since your ascension, but you are not a god."

"I don't think I'm a god," Angel growled as he stood and stalked toward Giles.

To his credit, Giles did not back down, but instead faced the vampire’s glare head-on. "No," he said, raising his voice, "but you certainly act as if you are above everything. You are not." He took a step forward, taking a great risk by entering the personal space of a seemingly pissed off vampire. "You need to remember, Angel, that there are forces greater than you who are attempting to manipulate all of us." One more step, and he was chest to chest with the other man. He narrowed his eyes, and went into full-on Ripper Mode. "Unless you get yourself under control and pay attention, you will play straight into their hands! Yes, you may be one of the most powerful vampires to have ever existed, but that does not give you free license to run about, doing whatever the hell you damn well please! In fact, it gives you greater responsibility to those who cannot fend for themselves! The hopeless, Angel. Do you remember them? The ones you swore to protect? Well, you can't very well protect them if you're too busy screwing your Childe on your desk!"

Silence fell on the lobby. The fear for Giles’ safety was palpable.

Angel’s eyes flashed piercing gold as he stared hard at Giles. “I always liked that about you, Rupert,” he snarled softly, his expression never changing. “You never stood back and took shit from anyone. If someone screwed up, you were the first to tell them, even when it was the Watchers’ Council. That is the only reason I’m not ripping you to shreds right now.”

“That, and the fact that I’m right,” Giles fired back.

Angel quirked an eyebrow, seeming as if he would once again challenge Giles. Unexpectedly, he smirked. “You usually are, old man,” he jibed, lightening the mood. The smirk turned to a rueful smile as he sighed, returning to sit on the stairs. "I got so swept up, I forgot what's going on."

"I'm not saying you can't enjoy yourself," Giles said, his tone much kinder. "If anyone deserves it, it's you and your Childer. But, don't do so to the expense of our cause. A cause that you started."

Angel nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you, Rupert. I know I can always count on you for a good swift kick in the ass when I need it."

Giles smirked. "Too right."

A nervous sort of laughter floated through the group, and all were thankful there had been no bloodshed.

Angel continued to chuckle. "You know, it was weird. The whole time I was talking to Hamilton, I kept getting this image in my head of him with facial hair and a ... hat."

Spike quirked an eyebrow. "A hat?"

"Yeah, the knit kind, with the earflaps and the ties and the pom-pom on top?"

More snickers followed as Spike said, "And it was a very pretty hat, I'm sure."

That caused another riot of laughter, and this time, the Watchers did join in. Once everyone had calmed, Angel stood. "Alright, boys and girls. Tomorrow night is the full moon, and we all know what that means."

"The Blood-Bond Rite," Spike answered.

Ever since it was decided that the Hogwarts professors would go through with it, other members of Angel's crew began asking about it. Eventually, everyone decided they wanted to do it.

Angel nodded. “That’s right. I want you guys rested up. We’ll start getting everything set up just before sunset, and once the sun goes down, we’ll begin. Now, you’ve all read over everything. Anyone wanting to decline?”

No one made any indication that they desired to do so.

“Good.” Angel smiled and ascended a few stairs before turning back to the group. “Now, we’ve decided that Gunn, Wes, Fred, Lorne, Minerva, and Remus will be bound to me. Faith, Rupert, Dawn, Andrew, Xander, and Severus will be bound to Spike. That okay?”

There was a unanimous mutter of agreement.

Angel suddenly looked at everyone seriously. “All right, I want all of you to take it easy tomorrow, because you will be losing some blood in the ceremony, and I’m still not sure what else might happen. So, I want everyone to be at one hundred percent. Got it?”

Everyone nodded.

“Well, that’s taken care of.” Spike took Angel’s hand and began to drag him up the stairs. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have some family things to take care of. C’mon, kids!”

“Don’t worry, Blaise!” Draco called as he and Harmony followed after Angel and Spike. “Won’t be gone too long.”

"Eh, not a problem. I can teach Dawn and Andrew how to play Exploding Snap. Not to mention, it’ll give me bonding time with Muse." He scratched the caramel-colored furball perched on his shoulder.

With that, the four vampires disappeared into the upper recesses of the Hyperion.

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"So … what are we doing?" Draco asked.

Angel smirked. "Hunting."

Draco and Harmony exchanged puzzled glances.

“Um ... I thought we weren’t doing that anymore,” Harmony said.

Spike turned and walked backwards in order to face them. "Not innocents, love. Bad guys."

"And how exactly does that work?" Draco asked.

It was Angel who answered. "We skulk in the shadows, look for someone about to commit a crime. Usually someone looking to rape someone, or kill them."

"We then swoop in," Spike continued. "Save the would-be victim, take the perpetrator out of the equation permanently. Two birds, four stones." He winked at them and again faced forward.

"You two really need to learn to hunt. You need to learn how to track your prey, stay hidden and silent, and how to take them out efficiently and cleanly." Angel led them up to the roof. "You also need to exercise your vampiric powers. I know you haven't really had reason to bother, Harm, but it's time you did. We're going to start with rooftop travel."

"Wait, I thought we weren't going to kill to feed," Draco half-protested.

Angel turned to him and gave him that look that said it would be in Draco's best interest to listen carefully. "When it comes to willing donors, no. We won't kill them. But people who commit these kinds of crimes don't deserve to live. Think about it, Draco. If you had a chance at a Death Eater, would you walk away?"

Draco did think about it. Often. "No," he said simply.

Angel shrugged. "Same principle. Just as long as we're careful and don't go overboard, we'll be fine. Alright?" Draco and Harmony nodded. Angel stretched in the early evening air and looked around at his city. "Part of what makes vampires such excellent hunters is our ability to stay unseen. We're able to travel along routes normal humans can't, while still keeping an eye on things. This also helps us get away from other kinds of hunters.

"Now, before we do anything, there's a very important lesson you have to learn." He stepped up onto the roof ledge and turned to face his class of two. "You must be aware."

"Aware of what?" Harmony asked.

Angel opened his arms and turned in a slow circle as he spoke. "Everything. The air, the smells and sounds of the city, the feel of the buildings around you, the people. Everything. More importantly, you need to be aware of your own connection to it all. You feel it right here," he said, balling his fist and bringing it to his chest. "Like … a million tiny threads spun out into the world, connecting you to everything."

Draco nodded in understanding. Lucius had taught him that when he was still a young boy, saying it would help his magick. It certainly did. The only time he ever missed his mark was when said mark moved at the very last moment.

"So," Angel continued. "I want you to extend your senses, as well as your souls. Become connected. Aware."

Draco exchanged a glance with his Sister before closing his eyes. He strained his hearing as far as he could, taking in the buzz of streetlamps and neon signs, the thrum of the cars rushing to their destinations, the chatter and thump-thump of people walking through the city, the slight whoosh of the faint breeze. He then inhaled deeply, taking in the sent of car exhaust and restaurants and still-cooling pavement and garbage and oh so many people.

And he felt it. Right where Angel said he would. It was as if every energy particle in the world flowed into and through him.

"This is what separates us from them," Angel whispered, though Draco heard him as clearly as if he had spoken normally. "It has nothing to do with death, or undeath. We no longer live, not truly, yet we are a thousand times more linked to the world around us than humans could ever be. Even the weakest of minions is more aware. The humans can't help it; it's not their fault. But it is what makes us … us."

Draco knew that Angel had meant no disrespect to humans. There were few demons who respected humans more than Angel. But, he was right. Even as a human wizard, Draco had never felt so attuned with everything. He was suddenly sad for the humans. They were missing so much.

"It's this connection," Angel went on, "that allows us to move as we do. When we attune ourselves to our surroundings, we always know exactly where everything is, even if we're not looking at it. This is why we can use our environment to our advantage so well. This is why Will and I have survived this long."

" 'Course," Spike offered, "very few vamps nowadays even realize they have this option. Training one's Childer was a very important tradition, regardless of Clan. But, like nearly every other vampiric tradition, it's been thrown by the wayside. It's all about instant gratification these days. Damn fledges don't have the patience for proper training. Right shame, it is."

Angel nodded in agreement. "Even when Will was turned, it was a dying custom. Luckily, I was a stickler for doing things by the book." He grinned.

"Damn straight," Spike said. "Okay, so you got yourself all jacked in to the city, yeah?" With nods from Harmony and Draco, he continued. "Now's time for the practical bit. Shall I, love?" he asked Angel.

"All yours."

Spike nodded once and stood in front of the younger vampires. "Going from building to building in the same block is no problem. Just a case of hopping over dividers, and they're usually no more than four feet high. It's the alleyways you have to look out for. What allows us to make those longer jumps is a combination of our enhanced strength and speed, as well as our attunement," Spike continued. "Now, when you push off into a jump, you want to do so with your dominant leg. Same side as the hand you write with, usually. Angel's is right, mine's left."

"Right," Harmony said.

"Me, too," Draco added.

"Okay then. You'll want a running start, and you'll want to coil yourself up. Know what I'm getting at?"

"Not exactly," Draco answered.

"Right. When a vampire moves, it's all 'bout fluidity. Gotta stay loose. No locking your joints'r nothin'. So, when you move into a jump, bring all your weight onto that foot. Crouch down as low as you can. Imagine yer a spring bein' pushed down." He demonstrated by balancing on his left leg and crouching down. "Now, you could take off with both feet, but it gets awkward and isn't as fluid. With both feet, you have to fight your momentum to get at least one leg in front of you so you have something other than yer face to land on."

Harmony giggled. "So one's our blast off engine and the other's our landing gear?"

"Spot on, love," Spike answered, grinning. "So, them's the basics. There are other things too, like jumping to a lower building is easier than going to a higher one, and how certain gymnastics can improve your distance …"

"Ooh!" Harmony squealed. "I know gymnastics! I was on the Sunnydale team, not to mention a cheerleader!"

"I know, pet," Spike said with a wicked smirk. "I remember quite well."

"I'm sure you do, Will," Angel said with a chuckle as he hopped down off the ledge. "She's probably better at it than we are."

"I'm not that bad," Spike retorted with a small pout.

"Neither am I. But she was professionally trained. It might benefit all of us to take a few lessons." He looked at Harmony in question.

"Well, I wasn't like, Olympic quality or anything, but I could maybe pass on a few things."

"That's all we ask," Angel said, smiling warmly. "Right now, though, we have no need for flair. We just need to get you two used to the concept. So, let's go. We're wasting darkness." With that he turned towards the ledge once again. He took a couple long steps, landing on the ledge with his right foot. As Spike had said, he coiled himself downward, then launched off the building with a powerful leap. He sailed clear across the alley between the hotel and its parking garage, landing gracefully.

"C'mon, kids," Spike he said, imitating his Mate's actions, though on his left foot.

Draco again glanced at Harmony, who took a deep breath and said, "We can do this." She looked at him for assurance, to which he smiled and nodded.

"Of course we can," he said lightly. "We're Childer of Angelus. I wouldn't doubt we could do anything."

She smiled brightly. "Right." She turned back to where their Sires waited for them. "Let's go."

Simultaneously, they took their running start, and Draco discovered what it felt like to fly without a broom.

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"What do you think they're doing?"

"Does it matter?"

"N-not … really. I'm just curious. I mean, what would require the whole family?"

Lupin chuckled. "Do you think they're doing something …?" He didn't finish, and opted to shoot a rather lascivious grin in Xander's direction instead.

Xander scrunched his eyes shut. "Don't wanna think about it, don't wanna think about it, inevitably gonna think about it, dammit thinking about it …" He drew his knees up to his chest, curling into a ball, and then tried to meld with his chair.

Lupin laughed, and it made Xander stop thinking about four vampires doing naughty things with each other. If he was to admit it to himself, he had always had a certain appreciation for men, though it was never truly in a sexual way. His very first impression of Angel was, Damn, he's good looking. He even said as much to Willow. He considered Giles handsome, and as much as he had initially disliked Wesley, Xander had to admit he wasn't bad to look at.

But Remus Lupin was different. Yes, Xander thought he was handsome (quite ruggedly so, thank you), but he was quite sure this went beyond aesthetic appreciation. When Lupin spoke, Xander snapped to attention. When Lupin moved, Xander watched him, sometimes not even bothering to hide it. And when Lupin laughed as he just had, Xander felt all sparkly inside … especially if he was the reason the werewolf was laughing.

Xander's mind was just beginning to turn toward darker places – places he still was not ready to explore – when Lupin interrupted the journey. "Well, I assure you they're not doing that. I heard them mention something about hunting."

Xander blinked. "Really? When?"

"On the way up here," Lupin answered, gesturing to Xander's room.

"But they were way ahead of us."

Lupin chuckled. "Xander, what am I?"

Handsome? Kind? Funny? Intelligent? Oh, wait. That's not what he meant. Xander blushed as he sheepishly answered, "A werewolf?"

"And what is one of the advantages of being a werewolf?"

"Super hearing?"

"Very good. Now that we've established that I can hear almost every little thing, including your increased heart rate …"

Xander tried desperately not to panic … which only made him panic harder.

Lupin sighed and crossed the room to lean against the small table Xander was sitting at. "Xander, calm down. I've kind of figured you've been … contemplating things lately. Don't worry. I'm not, what would you say, wigging? I'm not wigging over it."

Xander had to laugh at Lupin's attempt at using Scooby Slang. Of course, part of him thought it was downright endearing. "So, you don't think I'm some kind of freak for maybe liking a guy?" he asked softly.

"Not in the least. I'm actually kind of flattered."

Xander's heart skipped a beat. But then his mind kicked into gear. Just because he's flattered doesn't mean he feels the same way. In fact, that kind of statement usually leads to rejection. Way to go, Xan. Can't even get a boyfriend. "Well, I'm glad you're not wigging over it." He gazed up into Lupin's eyes, hoping to see a glimmer of returned attraction, but the werewolf was guarded indeed.

Even so, it seemed he understood what was going on in Xander's head. He leaned down toward him, and softly said, "I don't know you yet, Xander. But I want to know you. Because whoever you are is wrapped in a very nice package."

Xander's breath caught in his throat, and he nearly choked. His head started to swim and an odd warmth began to spread through him.

"However," Lupin continued as he straightened, "I won't be able to truly know you until you're whole. I think it would be best if you melded with Hyena tonight, so it will be done before the Blood-Bond."

Xander shook himself out of his warm and fuzzy daze and focused on what Lupin was saying, instead of how it sounded, swathed in that gruff voice. Sure, some might like voices of velvet and honey, but Xander liked them a bit … broken, as if they'd been through hell and back. After all, only someone who had been through hell could ever survive being with Xander.

"You're right," he said. "Basically the same deal as Army Dude?" He moved to his bed and lay on his back. He was thankful that the warm and fuzzies hadn't gotten to his groin, or else that would have been quite embarrassing at the moment.

"For the most part, yes. Your interaction with her will most certainly be different. You must keep in mind that she is essentially a wild thing, far more in touch with life's baser instincts than we are. That's the level she'll be viewing everything from, so try not to be shocked by her feelings and thoughts. Now remember, I'll be right here. If you need anything, let me know. I'll guide you through like last time, though when you come back out of it, I suspect you will be far more disoriented than you were last time." He paused for a moment to regard Xander. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah. The faster we get this done, the better." He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing, as Lupin had taught him. Once relaxed, he waited for Lupin's voice to guide him to the other world inside his mind.

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When Xander opened his eyes, he found himself on a savannah. Again, the hot sun beat down on him, but this time there were no tents or vehicles to lend any reprieve. There were few trees, and even those were thin and spindly. He had expected to see animals, any kind of animals, but there were none. Not even the occasional bird call broke the silence, which was starting to weigh down on him as much as the heat was.

He spun about, trying to discern a direction for travel while the heat made the terrain dance around him. He blinked rapidly, hoping to clear his vision, but to no avail. Suddenly, through the ribbons of heat rising up from the ground, he spotted movement.

A grey-black shape was approaching him, slowly but surely. This worried Xander somewhat. He had no clue what else could be out there … that is, until he remembered he was in his own head.

He forced himself to relax and wait patiently as the shape drew closer. Slowly, it began to solidify, as if it were fighting against the heat-illusions. It alone was stable, and steadily growing. Finally, Xander could see the identity of his companion.

It was Hyena.

She loped along leisurely, confident that the Boy wasn't going anywhere without speaking to her. When she was about ten feet from him, she stopped and gazed at him expectantly.

"Alright, I'll meet you the rest of the way," Xander said, unsure if she could even understand him. He walked slowly to her, measuring each step. Granted, he hadn't done much research on the hyena, but he knew they could be vicious when warranted. His nerves were eased slightly as she sat on her haunches, but he didn't dare let down his guard. It wasn't until he was standing right before her and she remained still that he allowed himself to relax.

He dropped to his knees so he was relatively eye to eye with her. "I assume we do this the same way?" he asked, assuming she knew what had happened with Army Dude.

Hyena blinked slowly, and he was suddenly filled with images and emotions he knew could only come from her. Then there was a voice. It was a powerful voice, and he was amazed that she could articulate human speech at all. Of course, they were in his head.

"Boy does not understand," the voice said, somewhat sadly.

"Okay," Xander said, confused. "What don't I understand?"

"Female Hyena."

This only served to confound him more. He looked her over, and his eyes widened. "Are you sure you're female? I mean, you look like … um …" He gestured to the area between her legs. After all, she certainly looked male in that respect.

"Only look like male."

"Why?"

"Female Hyena must be bigger, stronger than male."

That was a first. In almost every instance of canine society, it was the males that were bigger and stronger. "Wait,” he stuttered, realization dawning on him, “are you telling me that female hyenas are dominant?"

"Boy understands now."

"So, the feeling I got from you, that you were the leader ... that was really true."

"Yes."

"But why did I go after Buffy as a mate? I mean, she's a girl, too."

"Hyena challenged. Boy didn't understand. Thought it meant mating."

"Oh," he said simply. "You were challenging her authority? Her right to be the leader, right?"

"Yes."

"And since it was filtered through my mind, and I was all male and hormonal, I translated it wrong."

"Yes. But Boy has come long way since then."

"I guess so."

"It is truth. Boy would not have been able to merge with Soldier if not."

Xander nodded. He had come a long way. He wasn't half as terrified of everything as he had once been. He had seen and experienced things that most people couldn't conjure in their worst nightmares, yet he was still alive. More importantly, he still had all of his mental faculties. But the true turning point was when Xander decided to meld with the two personalities in his head.

The soldier had been easy to deal with, and Xander accessed that part of him often. After all, Army Dude was human, so he functioned on the same level as Xander. There were no wild urges or disturbing memories there. The hyena, however, was far different.

“Does Boy remember?”

“I remember,” he whispered, not needing to ask for clarification.

He could never forget how liberating it was to shake of the constraints of humanity and just be … animal. He remembered the world was nothing more than earth and wind and food and death and the sun. It was scary when he had come back to himself, remembering the freedom and the wild abandon. A part of him was sickened, but another part, a part that he tried to bury as deep as possible, missed it.

“Going back to being the zeppo was hard after that,” he said. “Sometimes, I’d have these dreams where I’d run wild and hunt prey. And I was never alone in them. My clan always surrounded me.” He frowned as he also remembered how he would wake up in a haze of despair, both because he had missed the feeling, and because he was disgusted at the very fact that he did miss it.

He wanted to pretend the whole debacle hadn't happened, so he buried himself back into the role of Donut-Boy and Smart-Ass. It was easier that way.

But even as he fell back into his normal Xander routine, the hyena-voice was still there. He had immediately mentally assimilated all of his friends into a clan, and any newcomers would be just as quickly processed. He deferred to Buffy as clan leader, as she had proven herself the stronger female (which now made so much more sense). And as he matured, the hyena became a stronger presence, doing more to erase his young fears than even the soldier could. But even then, it scared him.

He was afraid of becoming like Oz, who would turn into a wild beast with no human comprehension. Or Angel, who could become pure, unadulterated evil should his soul be banished. He was terrified of it. He was disgusted by it.

And oh, how he missed it.

“Boy feared it once. Was revolted by it. But no more.”

Xander shook his head. “Nope. It took me a long time, but I’ve finally realized that you and Army Dude made me the man I’ve become. And I kinda like that man. But, I also know that if I’m ever to truly become the man I’m meant to be, I need to be whole.”

And he quietly acknowledged and accepted the fact that being whole was the only way he would get anywhere with Lupin.

"Wolf is strong," Hyena said, breaking his reverie. "Has overcome darkness, a feat so few of his kind are able to accomplish. Wolf is most worthy of being Mate."

"Is that … set in stone?" Xander asked.

"Boy will find none better."

"Well, that settles that,” he said with a nervous laugh. He was still a bit unsure about Lupin, but he knew better than to argue. So, he decided to change the subject. “Is there anything else I really need to know before we blend?"

"Just that it will be difficult. Boy must lean on clan to help through. Cannot do it alone."

Xander nodded. "Got it." He lifted his hands to the sides of her face, and was surprised to find the fur soft. He had expected it to be coarse and wiry. He smiled slightly and focused, once again pushing his being outward toward her. Within seconds, he felt her surging back, their souls entwining. Again his mind was flooded with foreign images, sensations, and emotions. However, this time, they were harder to block out ... no, now they were impossible to block out.

As the merge was completed, his human conscious slipped away. His final thought before blacking out was, "Oh, dear God, what have I done?"

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TO MY REVIEWERS

Io: Fear not, for there will be much lovin’ of various kinds in this fic. I’m even planning on some femslash, which I normally don’t like. But with the two characters I have in mind … it just seems RIGHT.

TP: Hamilton is actually going to play a larger part in the fic than he did on the show. And since so little was known about him (and Eve, for that matter), I’m going to take some major rides with it. The train and Hogwarts IS coming up soon … it’s just that I come up with things I want/need to address between “now” and “then”. Erg

Stephanie: Ah, one of my most prolific reviewers. How I love thee … :D Angelus never cared where he was when he shagged, so Angel really shouldn’t either.

Adoxerella: You know, I am so thrilled that people who don’t like certain kinds of pairings (het, slash, etc.) actually ARE enjoying those kinds of pairings. Lets me know that, hey, I actually AM pretty good at this! There will be more Hamilton, as I’ll be going more into his and Eve’s backstory … cuz I wanna. As for the hat … IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT ANGEL GOT THAT VISUAL! Thank you! :D

Ravynsword: Thank you so much! I’m always worried that I might deviate too much, and the characters will end up OOC. It’s good to know I’m staying on track. I’ll be “making rounds” with the other characters, so to speak, soon. And there will be more Snarky!Snape, as well!

shadowwolfraven2006: HOMG!! I’ve been abbreviated!! RAWK ON!! I love Draco too (obviously). And yeah, I just HAD to give Harry a ‘tude adjustment. As for Giles, I hope this chapter quenched your thirst a bit. I always loved it when he got all aggressive and Rippery. ~wistful sigh~ Anyhoo … the name of the group is Sanguinus Tria, and one must be invited. If you’re interested in joining, drop me an email at cerri_kalidiah@hotmail.com, and I’ll send an invite on to you.

Loki: I realize that not everyone will like EVERY pairing I have, thus the warnings at the beginning of those chapters. And to be honest, I cracked MYSELF up with Hamilton’s intro. I can be so silly sometimes. As for the Blonde Menace (MUST use that somewhere …) we’ll get to see his formal vampiry self next chapter. And I must say, vampire rituals in general are just sexy, even IF all their clothes stay on.

Silver1: Here’s your Xander … at least. There will be more next chapter, too. As for Fred, Gred, and Forge (oh, that just sounds ripe for naughtiness, doesn’t it???) … we’ll be seeing them in a while. :D As your email is hidden, drop me a line at my Hotmail addy and I’ll add you to my list (unless you’re already there … I never remember). And I’m sorry for the Turkey Day Mishap. Yeah, little ones can be dangerous. Yep.

Kate: Glad you’re liking it! Yes, Hamilton will play a part a bit later.

Sailor Black 666: MARCUS TORTURE! WHOOO!! Ummm … sorry. Ahem. Angel will get PLENTY of opportunities to mess with Hamilton, don’t you worry.

Buggycas: Nope, not gonna say either way whether or not Harry will become a part of the Angelian clan, but I can tell you that Muse belongs to those three, and them alone.

DMalfoy: Oh, this story is definitely leading me. :)

Raven: Ooooh, it’s yummy. Yesh, yesh it ish. :::nods:::

Deadwrite: Oh dear. Well, tell Day that Harry won’t be gettin’ any for a WHILE, so she’ll only end up torturing herself as well as you. :) You can also tell her that I promise when he DOES get some, it’s gonna be freakin’ spectacular!

Well, that’s it for now! See y’all next time!
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