Running. As fast as she could, she was running. She didn't know where, she just had to get away. Jez couldn't take it anymore. The constant shouting and fighting. She had to get away from it all. 'I'll go and see Thierry' Jez thought to herself as she ran along the darkening streets. They chained her bike up so she ran away. She was heading for Thierry's house. 'More like a mansion if you ask me' Jez's mind whispered to her. She ran for a few hours nonstop before she had to slow her pace a little. Being a half vampire half human wasn't as easy as it seemed. Jez carried on running all through the night and into the next day. When, at last, she reached Thierry's mansion she was exhausted and filthy. She knocked on the great wooden door. As it opened she was met by an unfamiliar face. "Good evening miss. How may I help?" the young looking boy asked. "Um... who are you?" Jez said with a little uncertainty wavering in her voice. "I'm Nilsson. And you are...?" Nilsson said. "A friend of Thierry." Jez shot at him. Nilsson appeared to be shaking. "Are you ok...? You're shaking..." Jez said, almost whispering. "Come in... I'll go and fetch Thierry for you" Nilsson stuttered as he stood back to let Jez enter. Jez sat down on a small leather couch and waited as Nilsson rushed upstairs. It wasn't long before her old friend was before her. "You haven't changed a bit Lord Thierry..." Jez said as she stood up. "Please don't call me Lord... so Jez. How are you? How can I help?" Thierry said with the same gentle tone as he had always had. "Could you um... let me stay with you for a while... please?" Jez said in a hushed tone. "Of course you can stay." Thierry said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. As he spoke Jez wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight "thank you Thierry!" she said, her voice muffled against his chest. It was then that Jez realized Thierry wasn't wearing a shirt. She pulled back immediately and apologized. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize... I'm sorry! I didn't mean... sorry!" Jez stammered. She noticed that Thierry had gone bright red. Jez tried not to laugh at him. She soon realized how hungry she was when she smelt the beautiful and very welcomed scent of food cooking. Thierry walked towards the stairs and paused, looking back at Jez, and waited for her. She smiled and followed him. Thierry led her up to a large bedroom with a grand four-poster bed and a huge mahogany dressing table. He shut the door behind them and began to show Jez around. Jez nodded and smiled as he showed her everything. She was too tired to care what was in the top draw of the dresser so she just went and lay on the bed, dropping a hint. Thierry went and sat next to her, not taking the, so clearly made, hint. Jez felt a tug in her heart as she remembered that Morgead used to sit like that, watching her like a puppy watching its master. Thierry's torso was tanned and muscled. Jez sat up and wrapped her arms around his chest, holding tight. He responded by holding her. Jez felt safe and happy in his arms and soon turned around so she was lying in his lap. She drifted off to sleep in his lap and he didn't want to wake her so he slept underneath her. During the night Jez managed to roll off of Thierry... and back onto him. She awoke to Thierry's hot breath in her face. He was already awake and had now got only a pair of black silk boxers on. Jez looked down at herself and she only had her underwear and a bra on. They were both under a large fur blanket. Jez thought about it for a while then suddenly thought she knew what had happened. Thierry was watching her with those cute puppy-to-its-master eyes again. She knew what he was doing to her yet at the same time she didn't. Thierry sat up and Jez did the same. They were so close their breath mixed. Just as Thierry was about to speak Jez pounced. She knocked him back onto the bed and held him there with a kiss.