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The door banged open suddenly, Buffy and Angel jumping, startled by the sudden noise that resonated through the chamber. Voldemort entered, stalking slowly into the room. Angel’s eyes hardened into that of Angelus’, and his entire stance shifted into that of a cocky and arrogant vampire.

“How goes the reunion?” Voldemort asked.

“Very well, my lord,” Angel replied, a smirk firmly planted on his face. “I believe your gift has showed you to truly have feelings for your daughter.”

Buffy swallowed hard, wondering how on earth she was meant to get through this without being exposed as a complete fraud.

Voldemort turned to look at Buffy, and had she been able to see his face, she would have been completely horrified by the evil smile that had spread across the dark wizard’s face.

“Excellent,” Voldemort said slowly. “I am glad to hear it. Perhaps the two of you would care to dine with me and mine.”

Voldemort extended his hand towards his daughter. Buffy sucked in deeply and forced herself not to completely go into a meltdown. She steeled herself to her fate and took his hand, surprised to see that her own hands were somehow miraculously not even shaking.

Angel just looked at her and nodded his encouragement as father and daughter exited the chamber.

Buffy could tell that she had been correct in her assumptions of the magic that had been placed around her chamber. It was indeed only her room that had had protection barriers put in place around it. She was tempted to apparate then and there, but that would leave Angel to deal with Voldemort. She couldn’t do that to him.

They made their way through the darkened castle towards a large open room that held a long table that resembled the long Hogwarts dining tables, except it was only a third of the length.

There were about fifty black-robed people sitting at the table. They all looked up in silence as Buffy and Vodlemort entered the room. At the head of the table, Buffy could see two empty seats next to each other, and another empty seat that was kitty-corner to the smaller of the seats. Buffy could only imagine that the seat beside the elaborate black throne was for her, and the one beside it was for Angel.

They made their way to the head of the table, hushed whispers breaking out amongst those that were seated. Buffy breathed in deeply as they reached the head of the table and forced herself to look confident and calm. Voldemort stood beside the smaller seat and motioned for Buffy to sit down. She sat and felt a surge of magic surround her the second she was seated.

Another barrier. Evidently, she was not trusted.

Voldemort took a seat and motioned for Angel to seat himself as well. The vampire sat and placed his foot so that it touched Buffy’s. Her eyes locked with his, and she felt herself calm down. She was certain that he would have been able to hear her heart pumping furiously with nervousness. She just hoped that Voldemort wasn’t gifted with that particular skill.

“My loyal subjects,” Voldemort began. Buffy fought hard not to roll her eyes. He was trying to sound regal, but the evilness made it hard for the wizard to make himself sound kingly. “Tonight is a wondrous day for all Death-Eaters alike. For tonight is the night that our dark princess has been brought back into the fold.”

Buffy very nearly choked. Dark princess?!

“Tonight is the night that my daughter and my only blood kin, the next Heir of Slytherin has been returned to us. Tonight, we honour her and welcome her home. Take up your goblets, and drink to the health of my daughter, Elizabeth.”

Every goblet at the table was raised immediately, the only person who faltered slightly with hesitation being Lucius Malfoy. The others were quick to drink to Buffy’s health, and Buffy could tell that they were as frightened of her as they were of her father.

They all sipped their drinks and replaced their goblets on the table, silence once again descending over them.

“It is at this time that we can finally begin to reign on this earth once more. It is at this time that we are finally complete in our power. It is at this time that we shall be victorious. We shall not fail this time. We shall rid our world of impure blood, and finally eradicate those whose births were not as Salazar Slytherin deigned them to be. Pure-bloods shall once more rule this world, and the foolish muggles will cower before us.”

There was a loud sound of applause that rang through the air, every person seated at the table clapping and cheering at his speech. Buffy felt sickened by it. She went to rise, but Angel caught the movement and touched her hand. He looked at her and shook his head. She breathed in deeply once more and settled herself back down.

“So, tonight we celebrate,” Voldemort continued. “Eat and drink to your stomach’s content. And when the dawn of a new morning comes, we shall begin our planning.”

More cheering rose up, and the room was filled with noise as the Death-Eaters began eating and conversing. Buffy caught snippets of conversations, people comparing their plans, trying to best one another with how evil and torturous their plots were.

Angel saw Buffy’s discomfort and looked to the Dark Lord.

“My lord, may I take young Elizabeth for a tour of your estate?” Angel asked. “She has yet to see the magnificence of your land.”

Voldemort turned to the vampire.

“I would say, Angelus, that my estate is best viewed under the morning sun, which causes a conflict of interests where you are concerned,” Voldemort said.

Angel had, however, been prepared for that argument.

“But for your daughter to never see the towers by moonlight…it is a sin. She has finally returned to your estate, yet all she has seen is her bedchamber and the dining hall. Whilst these are great rooms, my lord, they are but a fraction of this castles true magnificence.”

Buffy had to hand it to Angel, he definitely knew how to sweet-talk his way into anything. Voldemort looked almost flattered by Angel’s words. He was actually considering letting them go!

“I do not think it to be prudent of a father to allow his only daughter, whom he has only just been reunited with, to be alone in the company of a man when she is only sixteen,” Voldemort said. “An escort is needed.”

Angel nodded and pretended to consider the words. His eyes fell on a platinum blonde head that Buffy hadn’t even noticed. He was seated about five people down and across from Angel.

“What about William the Bloody. Whilst he and Elizabeth were never fond of each other, he is familiar to your daughter. I doubt she would feel comfortable in the company of a complete stranger.”

Voldemort looked down the row of men and saw no one at all whom he would entrust his daughter with. Voldemort himself wished to take his daughter on a tour of the grounds, but there was still planning to be done before the mornings meeting.

“I will agree to your proposal Angelus,” Voldemort said.

Buffy nearly jumped out of her seat with joy. Voldemort looked down towards Spike.

“William the Bloody,” Voldemort said, his voice loud and booming over all the other conversations.

Spike’s head whipped up and he turned to look at Voldemort. He bowed his head politely to the Dark Lord.

“My daughter and her suitor wish to take a tour of the grounds. They need a chaperone,” he said.

Spike looked between the vampire and the ‘Slayer’ but he could read nothing on their faces. The look in Angel’s eyes was that of Angelus, cold and cruel. Spike couldn’t help but wonder what Angelus had in store, but he wanted to be in on it. Spike had been trying to kill the girl for a year, something for which he was grateful that he had not succeeded in.

“Of course, my lord,” Spike said, his usually cockney accent replaced by a more upper class enunciation.

The three of them stood, Buffy feeling immediately relieved when she was out of the magically enhanced chair. She wasn’t sure what the magic had been to keep her from doing, but whatever it was, she knew that Voldemort himself feared her powers.

Voldemort walked them to the door of the dining hall, and stopped the two vampires with a hand to each of their chests.

“If I find one single hair on my daughters head out of place because of either of you, I will not hesitate to kill the both of you in a manner more slow and more painful than even you, Angelus, could imagine. Do you understand?”

Angel actually saw Spike swallow nervously.

“Yes my lord,” they both replied simultaneously.

Voldemort backed up and let the vampires leave, catching hold of Buffy’s wrist before she could go out the door. She looked up at him, trying to keep the defiance out of her gaze, and managing to do so fairly well.

Voldemort didn’t say anything to her, but the warning was loud and clear. He let go of her wrist and she stayed staring at him for a moment before turning and leaving, following after Angel and Spike, glad to be out of the Dark Lord’s presence.

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