The Queen's sanguine brother

He pushed the horse as hard as he could. He knew he was running out of time. he had to get to Snow and the dwarves before it was too late. But the demon and the queen's forces were also hunting him. As he turned into a large, well-lit clearing, he felt a stabbing pain pierce his heart as a sight he prayed he would never experience met his eyes; there, surrounded by her dwarf companions, laid in a beautiful glass coffin, was Snow. He had failed her, here at the end of their journey. She was dead, he couldn't save her. The dwarves all seemed to share his tears, glancing up as he approached.

"You're too late," Doc sadly informed him, before returning his attention to the beauty in the casket.

"No. No!", he snapped back at the dwarf, not concerned with how he treated the other mourners. All that mattered was snow. There had to be a way to save her, "open it". Doc once more bowed his head.

"I'm sorry, she's gone" Another dwarf, grumpy was this one's name, told him. Briefly, charming allowed himself to consider how the shorter man was feeling. From what he had observed, of all seven dwarfs, grumpy had been the closest to his love. He stared at Snow White's lifeless corpse, refusing to believe she could be gone. No! he realised suddenly. What was it Alexander had told him? He'd said it was a sleeping curse the queen had used on her. But how could he break it? They would need powerful magic, something they did not possess. They would need the dark one to break it, and he would never help them, not without a price.

"At least let me say goodbye", he begged the dwarfs. Snow's friends must have understood his pain, for they lifted back the lid of the casket. He knelt against the casket, by her side. He gazed lovingly at her beautiful face one last time, before leaning down to kiss his love one last time. A burst of magic filled the air, a sweet aroma brushing against the senses of all present. The flash seemed to originate from Snow and charming. He pulled away watching as her eyelids fluttered softly. He smiled at her as she awoke with a gasp. She grinned lovingly at the sight of him.

"You… you found me" she whispered, almost disbelievingly.

"Did you ever doubt I would?" he asked her, grinning back mischievously.

"Truthfully? The glass coffin gave me pause". She deadpanned.

"Well, you never have to worry, I will always find you," he reassured her, smiling at her lovingly as the dwarves cheered around them.

As he rode through the woods, carefully leading the queen's man in their search for the prince and Snow white, Alexander's heightened senses were slammed by a barrage of pure magic. He clutched at his chest as his horse reared back, almost throwing him from the saddle. So, he thought to himself as he smirked cruelly at the thought, the prince was able to awaken his beloved snow white with the magic of true love. It was just too bad it wouldn't last long, especially after Regina was finished with them. He turned and rode from the forest.

A soldier glanced at him as he turned his horse around, making off in the direction of the castle. He grinned to himself at the thought of the terror he installed in the others around him. It almost made up for the life he had lost.

"Sir," the soldier called after him, "why are you leaving? We haven't found them!"

He let out a cruel laugh at the sound of that.

"And nor will you. You failed your queen, the princess has been awoken. Good luck with that then". With that, he disappeared in a blast of crimson energy.

Months after the chase through the forest, the kingdom was ablaze with excitement. Princess Snow and prince charming had announced their wedding, and today was the special day.

"I do" charming spoke proudly and calmly before a crowd of their friends and loved ones. He glanced up at Alexander, standing as far from the others as possible. He nodded to the other man in thanks. the man turned creature nodded back respectfully, before showing his fangs and exiting silently. Charming smiled at his unwilling friend's antics for a moment.

The minister turned to snow, "And do you, Snow white, take this man to be your husband, and love him for all eternity?" Snow smiled back at him as she repeated his vow.

"I do". The couple beamed as they gazed lovingly into each other's eyes. The minister continued, bringing the ceremony to an end. An end they had both waited long enough for.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," he announced, as the crowds erupted into cheers at his words. The couple leaned in towards one another. Just as they kissed, their glorious moment was cruelly interrupted by an unwelcome guest.

The feared evil queen stood before them in the centre of the hall. Dressed all in black, as was her regular attire, she sneered at them. A blast of crimson energy erupted next to her and her smile grew as her brother appeared by her side.

"Sorry we're late". Beside her, her brother raised an eyebrow at her antics, if only slightly. All in attendance seemed shocked by his appearance at her side. The enchanted forest had been led to believe that he had abandoned her as she slipped further into evil. Charming could not believe their friend would have betrayed them all so easily.

Doc stared at the pair in horror, taking a step back. "It's the queen and the demon! Run!" he shouted to all the others around him.

Alexander threw back his head, and laughed nastily. He struck out his hand, immobilizing the smaller man where he stood. Standing beside him on the dais, snow drew his sword levelling it at the pair of them, she shouted to their panicking guests.

"She's not a queen anymore! She's just an evil witch!" she turned her attention towards the taller figure beside the former queen, "as for you, Alexander; you're just a walking corpse, a waste of space. How could you do this to us?" she demanded, desperate to understand why he had betrayed them, after helping them as he had.

The vampire bared his fangs once more in a sad smile, shrugging as he did so. "She's my sister, and I'll never abandon her, not even for you lot, Snow. After all, blood is thicker than water".

"No, no, no, don't stoop to their level, there's no need," he implored Snow White as he gently lowered his sword, her grip not as tight as it could have been. He turned to the siblings.

"You've already lost, and I will not let you ruin this wedding". The siblings shared a brief glance, and he thought he caught a glimpse of rage in his friend's jade eyes as they flashed red, before the queen turned her attention back to Charming and Snow.

"Oh, my brother and I haven't come here to ruin anything. On the contrary, dear, I've come to give you a gift, despite Alexander's misgivings about the whole situation". Charming raised an eyebrow. If his former friend didn't like this, then why was he here? Perhaps they still had an ally in the form of the queen's younger sibling, he realised. Snow didn't seem to share his wonderings on the subject. If she did, she didn't seem to care.

"We want nothing from you," she spat at her step relatives, although the queen did not seem to care about that either. Then again, when had she ever, Charming thought to himself.

"But you shall have it. Our gift to you is this happy, happy day. For tomorrow, my real work begins. You've made your vows, now I make mine. Soon, everything you love, everything all of you love, will be taken from you. Forever. And out of your suffering will rise our victory. I shall destroy your happiness, if it is the last thing I do", at that, the two siblings turned with a swish of the queen's robes and Alexander's cloak, and left the hall. Charming new he would need to act quickly to stop them.

"Hey", he shouted, causing the pair to turn. He hurled the sword in the queen's direction, even as Alexander stepped deftly in front of his sister. The blade pierced his chest, causing him to glance down. He tore it out, tossing it aside, as the pair disappeared. The crowds, most of which had no real understanding of what Alexander actually was, stared at the blood-stained sword in abject horror.

Alexander materialised in the courtyard of Arendelle castle, gazing around lovingly at his home away from home. He stepped up towards the doors to the castle, the crimson inner folds of his black leather cape flapping around him. His brown leather coat was soaked in blood, which had by now started to run down towards his black pants and was slowly pooling between his leather boots. He briefly waved his hand to stop the bleeding. Quietly moving into the palace, he smiled as he saw Kristoff walking towards him. The two friends embraced in a manly hug, before Alexander pulled away.

"Where is she?" he asked the other man, who smiled, nodding in the direction of the palace kitchens. Alexander grinned despite himself as he clapped his friend on the shoulder, and made his way towards the kitchens. He smiled as he stopped before the kitchen doors, preparing to push them open. He felt something slam into the back of his legs and glanced down, grinning as he saw Olaf.

"Hey there snow guy. Still like those warm hugs?" Olaf grinned back up at him as he nodded, blinking almost owlishly. He knelt down as the snow man tugged on his leg, allowing him to whisper in the vampire's ear.

"She's really missed you, Al". the little snow man told him adamantly. Alex smiled at him.

"I missed her too, little guy," he told him honestly.

"Are you here to stay?" Olaf asked, causing his friend to frown. Alexander lowered his head, and let out a slight sigh. He couldn't lie to Olaf. It wouldn't be right; he'd come to look upon his fellow immortal as an adorable little brother.

"Nah bud, not this time. My sis needs me". The usually happy snow man seemed to deflate, before he thought of something which made him smile once more.

"You'll be back soon though, right Alex?"

"no. Sorry Olaf, but the truth is, I don't know when I'll be able to come back, but it won't be for a very long time. Just know, I'll never forget you". The little snow creature sniffled before turning and running away. Just like that, he was left in the hallway before the kitchen door, knelt awkwardly watching as Olaf ran away. He sighed as he pushed himself of the ground, and gently opened the door.

He glanced around the room for a moment before spotting her with her head buried in her hands. Without a second's hesitation, he flashed over to her. Kneeling by her side, he wrapped his arms around her. She lifted her head briefly, catching his gaze. Smiling slightly as she realised he was there, she flung her arms around his neck. He smiled down at her as he wound his arms around her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead as she ran her hand over his chest. Pulling her hand away, she gaped as her fingers came away stained red.

"Alex," she hissed as she stared at her fingers, "there's blood all over you!" he smiled reassuringly as he ran a hand through her blonde hair, and gently kissing her nose.

"Don't worry, El, it's all mine. I haven't butchered anyone as of late," he joked, causing her to glare at him. She slapped his shoulder as her glare intensified. Despite himself, he couldn't help to gulp as ice gathered on her finger tips.

"And you think that's any better?! This isn't funny. What if they ever find out your weakness?"

"Then I'll be dead, won't I?"

Elsa shook her head, and turned away from him. In that moment, he knew he had gone too far. Cautiously, he stepped towards her, wrapping an arm gently around her. Despite stiffening, she allowed him to rest his chin on the top of her head. He glanced down at her lovingly.

"What is it, tell me what's wrong?"

She sniffed as she gazed at the floor, "Anna left, she's gone to misthaven". Alexander felt a cold dread clutch at his heart. Anna could annoy him at times, but that didn't mean he wanted anything to happen to her. And if she were in the enchanted forest, something bad would most definitely happen to her. She would be caught up in his sister's curse. He knew he would need to find her, convince her to return home before it was too wait for her to get back. He couldn't leave Elsa with only Kristoff for company whilst he was gone.

Elsa turned around in his grip, gazing up at him as she did so. She allowed a sad smile to grip her features, leaning up to kiss him. He wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her closer to him. She wound her own arms around his waist in return, running her hands along his back. She glanced up at him, noticing the concern etched over his features. As she ran her fingers through his shoulder length brown locks, she smiled gently at him, kissing his brow.

"What is it?", she asked him gently, searching his face for the answer. He stared at her silently for a few moments, contemplating whether or not he should say nothing was wrong. Almost instantly he dismissed the idea. Elsa tended to find things out on her own, and she could see right through him. It was one of the countless things he loved about her. Closing his eyes briefly, he turned away from her momentarily.

"My sister is bringing her feud with Snow white to a conclusion", he explained, waiting for a response. When none was offered, he turned back to face her, letting out a breath as he continued, "she is going to enact a curse. A curse that will bring everyone in the enchanted forest to a new world. There will be no magic in this new world. Regina intends to use this curse to rip everyone's happy endings away from them".

"Including yours", the queen whispered, glaring at the ground as she clenched her hands. Elsa let out a huff as she fell back into her chair. She hit the desk with her fist, glaring out the window in the direction of the enchanted forest, lying across the sea.

"How can she do this? I hate her – "she hissed, convulsing in rage.

"Elsa – "he cut in, gaze sharpening as he did so. Regina may have been misguided in her quest for vengeance, but she was still his blood. He'd defend her until they were both in the ground. Even from the woman he loved.

That, that monstrosity! She has no right to do this to you! To us! I swear, if I ever see her, she'll wish she'd never been born!"

"Careful Elsa, I love you, but that's my sister you're talking about. I told you once before, never ask me to choose between you. You won't like my response". The blonde stared at him in shock, surprised by his outburst

"But Alex, she's going to separate us – "tears welled up in her eyes, but he made no move to comfort her.

"And what would you do if our places were reversed? If it was Anna doing all of this? You would make the same decisions I have. Don't try and deny it Elsa; you and I are the same thing, you know. Loving siblings. That will always be what defines us, regardless of all our other relationships". Elsa nodded warily as she accepted his words. Standing up from the table once more, she waved her hands, snow and icy wind flowing between them. As she neared him, her hands slowed and finally stopped. In her palm lay a small snow flake shaped icicle with a blue chain attached to one end. Carefully, she slid the chain over his head, allowing it to fall against his neck as the icicle came to a rest on his chest. The pair smiled gently at one another, bringing their foreheads together.

"It'll protect you, and bring you back to me one day".

28 years later

A brunette in his late twenties sits at a desk in his personal bedroom, feet resting on the mahogany, laptop out before him. His head leaned back against the back of his crossed palms. A silver snow flake pendant rested against his chest, bobbing as he leaned back further slightly. Jade eyes stared at the murderous antics of Norman Bates as 'Psycho' came to an end. He threw back his head and let out a laugh.

"not bad Hitchcock. Not bad at all". Suddenly, he was interrupted as his sister barged into the room, the town sheriff standing beside her. He gazed up at them, wondering what they wanted.

"Regina, Graham". He greeted the pair briefly, before lowering his eyes to the computer on the desk. His friend nodded in greeting, but it seemed his sister was in no mood for small talk.

"Henry's missing", she told him bluntly. Alexander stared at her in shock as terror gripped his heart. He let out a snarl as he grabbed his black leather jacket from the wardrobe, flinging it on over his shoulders. Leading the way out of the room, he turned to Graham.

"Go around town and see what you can find out. You go with him Regina. I'm going to go have a chat with Mr. Gold, I think". The sheriff nodded as they reached the front door.

Later that evening, as Regina stared out the window, Alexander let out a sigh. His 'chat' with Gold had been unproductive. The pawn broker claimed to know nothing about his nephew's disappearance. Alex knew that wasn't true. Nothing went down in Storybrooke, Maine without Gold hearing about it. Sometime around half-past ten the mayor's brother drifted off to sleep on the couch. He felt a soft blanket dropped over his shoulders and rolled over in his sleep. He was only awoken around twelve by Regina running past his make-shift 'bed' on her way to the front porch. He quickly pushed his way off the couch to follow her. A yellow bug was parked in the road outside their driveway. Henry was running towards the porch, with a blonde woman wearing a similar jacket to his own, despite a change in colour from black to red. His gaze shifted to his beloved nephew. Henry was the son he had never had, and would never have. There was something in his eyes that made it clear; the boy, and their lives, would never be the same again.

"Henry", his sister called out concernedly as she ran over to the boy, throwing her arms around him. 'Thank you', Alexander mouthed, glancing at the blonde. She nodded in his direction. Something about this woman was familiar, although he couldn't put a finger on what. "Are you okay? Where have you been? What happened?" he heard Regina frantically asking his nephew. He made to move in their direction, but not before Henry said something to Regina that caused him to glance back up at the blonde in shock.

"I found my real mum!" the younger brunette shouted at the older, running past her. Still staring at the stranger, Alexander extended a hand out as Henry ran past, stopping the boy in his tracks. For a moment, uncle and nephew stood there silently, one gazing up tearfully, the other not meeting the younger Mills' gaze.

"Kiddo, please don't disrespect your mother, okay? She was just worried about you". His words were kind as he ruffled the boy's hair, but there was a dangerous undercurrent to his tone. Henry shot past, and he let the youth go, releasing his grip on the shoulder he'd previously been clutching.

"you're Henry's birth mother?" Regina asked the stranger, clearly trying to keep her anger and fear in check.

"Hi", the as yet nameless blonde greeted sheepishly.

"Vah bana" Alexander Muttered softly.

"I'll... just... go check on the lad, make sure he's okay", Graham cut in to the quickly settling awkward silence, hastily excusing himself. Alexander found himself snorting at his friend's cowardice. Both women raised an eyebrow in his direction. He raised his hands in a surrender gesture. Regina turned her attention back to Henry's other mother.

"How'd you like a glass of the best apple cider you ever tasted?"

"Got anything stronger?"

Alex returned from the kitchen, handing his sister and Emma Swan each a glass of Apple cider. He held a glass of red wine in his own hand.

"How did he find me?" Emma enquired of the siblings. Alex shrugged, unsure himself.

"No idea. When I adopted him, he was only three weeks old. Records were sealed, I was told the birth mother didn't want to have any contact".

"You were told right". Alex winced at Emma's words. They brought back unbidden memories of another little boy, captured by terrible men from a strange land, tortured near to madness, then finally reborn as a monster, only to seek vengeance on his tormenters later.

He sighed, sometimes he wished his sister's curse had stripped him of his memories. There was more than enough in his previous life he wanted to forget. In all his years, there was only one place in that world he wanted to remember. He glanced at his necklace, clutching it tightly. 'Arendelle' he thought to himself, gently kissing the snow flake. He smiled wistfully, Regina glancing at him sadly out of the corner of her eye. He smiled reassuringly at her.

"And the father?" Regina continued, pressing the other woman for answers.

"There was one".

"Do I need to be worried about him?"

"Nope. Doesn't even know." The blonde replied once more.

"Do we need to be worried about you, Emma?" Alexander spoke up. His nephew meant the world to him; it was impossible for a vampire to reproduce, even in this 'land without magic'. Henry was the closest to a son he would ever come. He needed to know this stranger had no intention of taking that feeling away from him. If she did, she was in for a fight.

"Absolutely not," the blonde woman assured, causing the vampire to shoot her a slight smile. Noticing this, the glare Regina shot in Emma's direction intensified. Just in time to rescue Alexander from an awkward moment between the two women, Graham descended the stairs.

"Madame mayor, uncle Al, you can both relax. Other than being a tired little boy, Henry's fine". Alexander nodded in his friend's direction, walking him towards the door. The sheriff turned as they stood in the door way.

"Beer and Darts down at Granny's?" the other man asked him. Alexander shook his head, holding up his glass of wine and gesturing to the two women in the den.

"I'll need to keep these two in check," the vampire told the unsuspecting huntsman. Graham nodded in understanding, walking off down the drive way towards the street. Alexander shook his head briefly. His friend never seemed to realise that the sheriff's office had the funding for patrol cars for a reason. Specifically, so said patrol cars could be used. Chuckling, the young immortal closed the door behind him, returning to the conversation between the two women.

As light trickled in from the windows, and the rest of Storybrooke Maine slowly awoke to go about their day, Alexander Mills could be found sitting cross-legged on his bed with his eyes closed, only half awake. The meditation technique was one he had learned from his world's equivalent of Taoist monks. They had taught the then distraught young vampire to control his emotions and his blood lust. They had hoped he would be able to wipe the blood from his haunted past, and move on with his life. They had been wrong. And yet, he had kept up with the practice. At first, it had helped categorise his conflicted thoughts and emotions as Regina slipped further and further into the darkness, inevitably dragging him down with her. Or had it been the other way around? Sometimes, he wasn't sure. It was often hard to tell where Alexander ended and the vampire began. The closest he'd come to being sure was with Elsa. Even then, sometimes he had forgotten. He often found himself wondering if Elsa had been able to move on from him, to find herself a new love. He was interrupted from his inner reflections by his older sister once more barging into his room, looking frantic.

"Let me guess. Henry's gone again?"

She nodded, looking horrified at the prospect. Alexander sighed, climbing off the bed. Henry's antics were really becoming quite tiresome, he felt. If it kept up like this, he would need to let his other side out to play. That was something he'd sworn to himself never to do again. God help the individual who pushed him to it, he thought sardonically.

The siblings barged their way into the sheriff's office after combing the streets for Regina's lost son.

"Graham?", the older of the pair called out into the station, "Henry's run away again, we have to – "his sister fell silent upon seeing their guest from the previous night locked in one of Graham's holding cells. Alexander raised an eyebrow at seeing Emma, before glancing at Regina. Had she had something to do with the other woman's arrest? One look at the shocked look she was sporting assured him otherwise. Whatever had occurred, for once, Regina was innocent of wrong doing.

"What is she doing here?" the former queen demanded of the sheriff.

"An excellent question," Alexander added, turning to look at his sister's lover, "Graham?"

"Drunk driving".

"Oh great", he heard his sister mutter from beside him, "my son's biological mother is a drunk. What's next, the father's a murderer?"

He chuckled lowly at Regina's comments, before returning his attention to the others in the station.

After a brief conversation, in which Regina was, admittedly, a bitch, Emma Swan offered to help them find the boy. She eventually found out he had found her using Mary Margaret's credit card. Before anyone could stop him, Alexander was out the door and on his way to Henry's school. He strode into the classroom as the former princess was teaching her class about birds, and her version of love.

"…if you love them, and they love you, they will always find you". Alexander snorted at the sentiment, although it came out as a harsh hissing sound. He loved Elsa, she loved him. Had they found each other like she claimed? Mary Margret looked up, and smiled upon seeing him. His own features remained cold. He felt a strange sense of pride as she took a slight step back in fear. When had he become like this, to reveal in other's fear of him? She blinked once, and clearly managed to compose herself once more, adopting a calm, friendly tone.

"Alex," she smiled warmly at him, "what brings you here? How is Henry feeling? Better, I hope".

"Spare me the sweat-talking, Mary Margaret. We used to be friends", that's the only reason your corpse isn't spread out over this floor, he thought to himself. "now tell me where my nephew is, or else…, wait, what did you mean by 'better?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Regina sent the principal a text, she said he was sick, that he wasn't coming into school today", there were tears brimming in the poor woman's eyes by now, he realised, "please", she begged him, "I'd never do anything to put Henry in danger. He's such a sweat boy, and your friendship means so much to me. I'd never do anything to jeopardise that. You have to believe me". There were tears running down her cheeks by now. Sighing, he opened his arms, his rage dissipating as he did so. Back home, he mused, his eyes would have reflected the change in mood, flashing from crimson to jade. Here, in this world, there was no such effect. Mary Margaret whimpered as she looked at his open arms questioningly. He nodded, and she rushed into his embrace. He kissed the younger woman's forehead, smiling slightly at the memory of a scared little girl trying to do her best to help the two people who'd saved her life, and creating a bitter enemy of a kind friend in the process. Part of him still hated Snow for what his sister had become, but, he reminded himself, this wasn't really wasn't Snow. This was Mary Margaret, his friend, and she was hurting. Just as he had managed to get her to stop crying, his sister had stormed in, followed by Emma. He winced at their appearance. He just knew Regina would cause trouble. For her part, Emma looked incredibly awkward having caught them in an embrace. She must have thought they were together, he realised. He snorted at the prospect.

"Where's my son?", his sister demanded of Mary Margaret. Alexander stepped between the two, the siblings looking close to coming to blows.

"She doesn't know. Back of, sis". Regina's glare – and anger – now intensified, were turned entirely towards him.

"My son – your nephew – is missing, Alexander. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

The entire room were sent into a shock at the sound of skin slamming against skin as Alexander slapped his sister across the face. He glared at Regina, standing a foot above her at fall height, as she herself slunk back.

"That boy means a great deal to me Regina, you know that more than anyone. And you know why too. Do not mistake this for anything other than what it is; I am protecting our neighbours – my friends – from you and you're misplaced fears. Just as I should always have done, and now, always will". With that, he turned and stalked from the room, making his way to the docks. He needed some air, to get away from his sister.

Later that day, Emma returned Henry. Regina was off somewhere, no doubt sulking in her misplaced belief that Mary Margaret had stolen her brother. Alexander opened the door to find the blonde and the younger brunette standing there. He gazed at his nephew.

"Hey kiddo. Head up to your room, and avoid my sister at all costs. Lock the door behind you if it'll help". When Henry pointed out that doing that would get him in more trouble, he ruffled the boy's hair and told him to blame him if his mother started. Henry nodded gratefully and crept up the stairs past Regina's bedroom. Alexander smiled at the boy's back. He turned back to find Emma staring at him in shock.

"What?" he asked her, looking amused.

"You're really good with him".

Alex shrugged. "Regina's a great mum, she loves her son. But while she panicked just about every five minutes when he tried something new, I got to know my nephew. Learned to see things from his perspective. I tried to understand why he wanted to do these things, and I took care to make sure Henry knew he was loved, no matter what he did. In short, most times I'm the good cop. I don't know who his biological father is or what he's, but the way I see it, I'm the only dad he'll ever know – or need. And I think he feels the same way". Emma smiled at the adoring look on his face.

"What are you going to do know?", he asked her. She glanced up at Henry's bedroom window, before turning back to answer.

"I was thinking I might stay in town a while", she paused, regarding him carefully, "if that's okay with uncle-dad?", she asked. He smiled at the new title before nodding slightly.

"No issues here. You don't strike me as one to ask permission". He told her. She laughed, shrugging her shoulders under her red jacket.

"I figure I could use at least one mills on my side in this".

"Very well then Emma Swan, consider this the beginning of a beautiful friendship," he told her. Emma shuddered at the almost predatory grin on his face, wondering what she had gotten herself into.

"Come on," he said, grabbing his own jacket off his sister's coat rack, "I'll walk you to Granny's.

"Where's the queen Bee-ch?" Emma asked, causing the Vampire to laugh. He smiled at her antics, before closing the door behind him, and holding out an arm for her to take. Smiling, she threaded her own arm through his, and the pair made their way down towards the road.

"Upstairs, sulking. God knows, after the outburst today, I'll probably have to join you in Granny's. I won't be welcome at home much longer, I don't think".