Chapter 2
"Rudolph?" I breath.

His handsome head tilts to the side and I raise my hands to cup his face. His chiseled cheek bones, his pale blue lips, his pale skin and his red eyes are in reach. Finally he is within reach, within reaching distance.

Then he pulls away and I felt my heart get hit so hard I swear there might be a crater. I jump up and turn around so fast I might have unlined my spine. "R-Rudolph!" I choke out. The boy stares at me startled.

"Tony I thought you had said you had not mention me to your relative." My eyes widen then blur as my mind picks through his sentence and puts two and two together. That... That doesn't make sense. He shouldn't be saying something like that. He should be hugging me, kissing me, anything! Anything but acting as if he doesn't... recognize me.

"What?" I whimper, my vision still blurring with tears as if I was in car wash. "That's a terrible joke." I choke out again, before I felt the world spin. "Bloodly hell! Tony, your cousin is unwell!" His rich voice says with alarm as I faintly felt cold fingers wrap around my knees and back. The familiar touch sending butterflies rippling through my body. I took a deep breath then my vision starts to clear up. I look around and see that I'm hovering above the floor.

What happened?

"What happened? What did you do to her?" A rough British voice venomously hiss. I look up to Rudolph who is carrying me bridal style then to the left corner where the voice came from. Gregory in all of his angry goth glory. His long face is cover in pure rage as he glares he stares me and Rudolph down.

What is going on?

I turn to Tony then back Gregory then back up at Rudolph. "She fainted." Rudolph states calmly to Gregory. My eyes widen in alarm, not because I blacked out but because before if Rudolph had to explain himself to his handsy brother it would have been a lot more defensive. Now it's... Calm, as if I'm just Tony's cousin. Not his girlfriend.

"Are you alright?" Rudolph asks looking down at me. I feel myself pale and stiffen, I couldn't answer. "Aha! My eyes see that the fair maiden has awaken from her slumber." A familiar Shakespearean voice calls out into the room. My head snaps up to little pale angelic Anna and I instantly start struggling to get out of Rudolph's arms. "You're a slippery devil aren't you?" Rudolph mutters as he puts me down.

The moment my bare feet touch the rug I run away. "Lily!" Anna calls happily as she opens up her arms for a hug. I just run past, patting her head dismissively. I run into the kitchen and sure enough; Frederick and Freda are sitting at the table drinking tea with aunt Dottie and uncle Bob. "Oh no." Aunt Dottie says her eyes wide once when they landed on me. "Oh Lily." Frederick says uncomfortably when he saw me. I searchingly look around feeling lost, like this wasn't in my kitchen.

"R-r-Rudo! Vamp-pires" I stutter out pointing out into doorway. Suddenly my vision went completely black and faintly heard a thud. Did I just faint again?

My eyes open and I blink, feeling numb. Then everything came crushing down. People always talk about how when you wake up you don't remember the burdens of the previous day, just a clean slate before you remember everything that drives you insane. I lay in the bed for another minute longer then climb out, notching that the bed is now made with jade sheets and a purple duvet. I walk out, stepping over the baskets and cases still sprawled out on the floor. I hesitantly walk out, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

I sit down, my family tensing as they see me still in yesterday's clothes, now all wrinkly and my hair looking a bird's nest. "Good morning..." Uncle Bob says eyeing me nervously over his working documents. "Morning." I say and they cringe at my old habits of not saying good morning when I'm depressed or something. "I saved these for you." Aunt Dottie says placing a plate of golden home made waffles in front me. Suddenly the door bell sounds and everybody tenses I look up at them all with desperation.

"Please tell me that's not who I think it is." I say. And they all nod as if in pain from telling me the truth. "They come here pretty often." Uncle Bobs says."I think I'm going to be sick." I say staring into my lap. "I'll be right back!" I shout running towards the upstairs shower. When I bound up the stairs my left foot slips and I go thumping into the railing. "That looked painful." Tony winced from the bottom floor. "Don't you dare open up that door until I'm out of sight." I say glaring down the now ten year old. (Sadly I miss his birthday in may.)

"Clocks ticking." Tony says giving me a smirk. I shoot him a look of disbelief then run up the stairs. The sound of door opening when I reach the top step I run faster. I run into my room and strip before wrapping a beach towel I got from LA before grabbing my products from my suit case. I run to the shower and lock the door behind me. I jump into shower and jump back into the wall when I realize that I didn't give it enough time to warm up. I gulp then hurriedly lather up my hair and myself. When smell of nothing but vanilla and blueberry. I climb out then rush to my room, going through my cases.

I toss some dirty clothes into the baskets as I pull out a floral skater skirt, the baby pink and baby blue and light yellow my hair stand out beautifully. I put on a light pink cami with lace trimming with a beige button up with no sleeves. The shoulders are lace and there is a knot hanging above the hem of my skirt. I grab a pair of beige lace loafers and tie them up. I run a comb through my wet hair, dapping my towel on my scalp while I comb my hair. After I did my best with my last minute shower and brush my teeth I walk to the kitchen. I steel myself as I near the kitchen hearing chatter flow out.

I walk into the room, everyone going mute when they saw me. I nervously grab the end my skirt and bite my lip as the room stared me down.

"Hi." I say mousey. Aunt Dottie looks around at all the boys then rolls her light blue eyes and walks to the table and replaces my waffles on the table. She pats the chair "Here, sit down. Eat." She says. I sit down and give her a small grin, feeling out place and foreign in my kitchen. I pick my knife and fork but they drop as I stare practically at strangers's faces. I look out the window then at all the people who are currently sitting in the gold sunlight.

"Oh my gosh." I whimper and Gregory, Anna and Rudolph beam proudly. They're no longer... vampires. They're snowy pale skin is now creme with a tint of healthy pink. Gregory and Rudolph share similar brown orbs while Anna has light green eyes that almost blue. They all have adorable freckles dotting up the bridge of her nose.

"Here, have some syrup." Aunt Dottie says slightly panic; placing the mabel syrup from the farmer's market next to my plate.

It worked. The amulet, the red smoke ceremony, the not being able to see Rudolph for almost three months when he disappeared in early may (Now its August 12th. A week and a day till schools start in Scotland.) a swallow thickly, feeling my mouth pool then my tongue go dry as sandpaper. "So... Can someone explain to me what I miss?" I ask.

"Well, um, thanks to Tony and your help he adds, that we became human again, although for some reason we turn back into vamps when the moon rises." Rudolph explains. His British voice still rings out the same but comes out of pink lips and I grip the chair. "It's as if we're dogs." Gregory says and I notice he has a red spiky ball piece under his mouth. He no longer has the spiky Mohawk but somewhat has long hair that just dangles around his head. It's looks more like his father told him to get a haircut and mother told him to comb it and he did neither; just placed a gray beanie over it. His left eyebrow pierced with two small sliver dots.

"He adds? And last night you said that Tony never told you about me. Rudolph... Do you not remember me?" I ask terrified of the answer. Rudolph looks uncomfortable before boring his now brown eyes into my blue eyes. "Sorry to disappoint but, yes. I have no reclusion of you." He says and I just stare at him, to make sure that I don't have a meltdown in front everybody here. "Lily, I, um, need to go to the market. Come with me!" Aunt Dottie says picking me up by my shoulders and dragging me up. She hurriedly grab her purse and her keys in one hand and basically runs out. Aunt Dottie places me in the car and soon she is zooming down the road.

Suddenly a sound goes off in the car and she turns to me and smoothes down my hair. "I'm so sorry sweet heart." She says. The sound came from me. I let out another strangled cry and rest my head against the window as ball my eyes out. Aunt Dottie just held my hand the entire trip to the market and let me crash and burn. She is comforting me by just being there, accepting my ugly crying face and letting me rip through it. And right now I need that.

When we got to the market we pull onto the gravel area with the cars and climb out. I sniffle and rub my eyes. I walk over to aunt Dottie and give her a hug, more for me than for her. Her hand rubs soothing circles between my shoulders blades "I'm so sorry kido." She says. I pull away from her embrace and stare up at her "it's not your fault." I say quietly before walking to the stands. I hear her sigh behind me before catching up with me. "We really don't know whose fault it is." She says. She points to a big yellow castle a little further behind the market "that's where they live." She says.

I state at the towering castle, seeing how beautiful rustic and worn it is, like a vintage doll house. We walk to a stand and I grab a few oranges while aunt Dottie picks up strawberries and a head of lettuce. At least they turn back... Somewhat. "You know Rudolph isn't the only one who forgot." Aunt Dottie says and my heart burns at her words. "They all forgot about me?" I say in horror. "No, no, not at all sweetie." She says patting down my hair again. "Just a few things are missing from their memory is all." She says. "Like?" I ask grabbing cabbage. She tilts her head from side to side, as if racking her brain for answers. "Ugh, well, Freda forgot about Shakespeare. A defeating lost Anna says. And Fredrick forgot his brother Van." She says. He forgot his brother? Pour thing.

"Also Gregory doesn't remember any of his victims and Anna forgot about ever coming to Scotland and about Tony. So did Rudolph actually. More than Anna. He seemed to have forgotten that whole week." She says. I stare at her blankly, letting it all sink it. "Holy crap." I say feeling my heart and sting. "Lily. Breath." She instructed. I didn't even know I was hyperventilating. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my breathing. "I don't know what to do." I whisper. "Focus on you. Only you. You and Tony don't need to worry about this. Now that Bob and I are handling it with Freda and Fredrick okay?" Aunt Dottie says and I felt my stomach churn at her words. I... Can't help? The thought of not being able to help Rudolph or the Sackville-baggs makes me like a child. I should be helping, but I know aunt Dottie and uncle Bob won't let me. I turn and look around, tucking a stand behind my ear.

"Do you mind buying me something?" I ask looking back up at aunt Dottie. She smiles at cooperation "Sure sweetie. As long as its not to expensive." She laughs back to her cheery self. "Not really. It's a few things." I say pointing at a booth selling paint. She stares at me confuse "Paint? Really? When did you turn into a little Van Gogh?" She asks surprise. I shrug "I'm not really planning on making a master piece. Just trying something new out." I say and she beams. "Well good for you." She says smiling. Aunt Dottie bought a pint of white paint, a thin wire of wire and a dozen clothes pin. "Lily, what are you planning to do with all of those random items?" Aunt Dottie asks pulling into the driveway. I give her a small smile "You'll see when I'm done." I say climbing out and walking inside, I run up the stairs and go straight to my room not ready to face Rudolph downstairs.

I close my eyes when the thought of Rudolph pops up in my head. I'm not ready to face that situation yet, I thought I would. I mean I had three months of waiting! I should be down there telling Rudolph about us! About our moments, memories and stories. But... I'm not ready. I think I will crash and burn if I go downstairs and face human Rudolph. So I will just distance myself; give myself space and prepare my mentality and well, emotionally. I open up my eyes again and see the lilac wall that supports my canopy bed, I walk over to the baloney doors and open both doors wide. As the cool breeze blows into the room I walk over to the right corner where a white night stand sits next to the bed and the walls. I hop onto the bed then step carefully onto the nightstand, with brush and open pint of pant in hand. I dip the thick flat point of the brush into the smooth paint, stirring up the White Sea in the pint.

I cast the brush onto the wall and make small brush strokes, soon I reach to the middle of the wall, between the tall bed posts, then I was at the other corner on the left side of the room. I step down and walk backwards trying to see my work... Then I stumble over the forgotten basket and fall to the floor. I fell with a faint thud and let out an oomph but it was well worth it because the best view was on the floor. 'I don't need to go to fast to meet my goal. As long as I reach is the only thing that matters' is painted across the wall, the poet's words doubling into two stanzas in the middle of posts then continuing into one sentence to the left corner. Sure the strokes are uneven and you can see bristles marks in the letters but the thing I just made is beautiful in my eyes, and don't need it to be perfect.

Plus, isn't art suppose to be subjective?

I stare at the words a little longer, debating if I should paint some more of the poet's words somewhere else, but I decide against it. I just wipe down the brush and store it away in one of my night stands with the pint of paint. I wash my hands clean and decide to go through my cases and finally get the task done. When I was done two baskets are overflowing, my dresser is barely half full and my closet has only a few blouses, skirts and dresses hanging in it. I drag out the green basket with one hand, a ball of clothes tuck under my other hand.

"You seem as though you are in a spot of trouble there." A charming British voice says making me freeze in the middle of the hallway and sending goosebumps up my arms. I slowly turn to see Rudolph exiting the bathroom, wiping his damp hands together in an attempt to make them dry quicker. "I... Ugh... I-I'm good-d." I stutter out. He sighs, running a hand through his no longer spiky hair, but now brush back and brown hair. "Nonsense, let me help you." He insists and I just shake my head no. "I know you are wounded at the fact that I don't call recall you, although I don't think we should let hurt feelings get in the way of us becoming friends again. Hopefully as we redo our friendship, we can jog back my memory." He says rather frustrated.

Friends? Friends?!

The baskets and clothes fall from my grip as I stare him down in disbelief. I look down at the clothes feeling tears spring to my eyes and I blink them away "Um, oops." I say kneeling down to clean the mess. "Ugh, allow me." He says kneeling next to me. "N-no, that's alright. There is some seriously embarrassing stuff tuck away in here." I say frantically trying to shove the brights back into the green basket. His hand gently cuffs my wrist, stopping me dead in my tracks. His touch... It brings back so many memories; so many feelings. I just want to held in his arms again but I know I can't. This isn't Rudolph. This is a stranger in Rudolph's body. "I don't care, just... Just let me help you. I don't know why but I have to assist you, I have no clue why, but I feel like something is telling me to." He says. I bite down on my lower lip so hard that I draw blood but smile anyway. So what if it is a sad smile fighting back an army of tears? It is still a smile. "If you're that desperate you can carry the basket." I say and he gives a relieved grin. My heart squeezes and burns at the sight of his smile, I haven't seen it in so long. We stand up and I scream as notice that he is still taller than me.

We walk down stairs to the laundry room, passing the basement (Dungeon) and my memories of how Rudolph and his family camp down there. I swallow and keep walking, telling myself to pretend like it never happen.

I should just forgot about that week; like Rudolph. Although unlike Rudolph, my memories weren't stolen from a magical amulet. Lucky boy.

As I dump the clothes into the wash I feel Rudolph stare at my lips and try to act like nothing, but it's hard. After I close the lid I sink to the floor, hiding my face in the cold metal of the washing machine. "Stop doing that." I mutter into the machine. "Stop doing what?" He asks. "Stop staring a whole into my face, it's making me nervous." I say. I hear him chuckle, the deep melody making me take a deep breath. "I apologize, although seeing you squirm is quite humorous. I wasn't actually starring at you, just your mouth." He explains. I look up "That's still technically staring at me." I say. "I just couldn't take my eyes off your torn lip, I'm not sure if you realize this but your lip is bleeding a little." He says his hand gesturing widely by his mouth. My fingers graze over my bottom lip self consciously, my fingers brush over the torn scratchy flesh.

"O-oh yeah." I say putting my hand down. He looks away, staring into space "Its rather funny, not to long ago I found blood intoxicating sweet wine. At night I still do. But now, as a human I squirm at the sight. I detest it." He says, now almost glaring a whole into the wall. My hand absentmindedly flew over to his hand but I stop myself just as it hovers over his hand. I pat his hand then quickly pull my hand away. "I can't possibly understand that tug and pull every day and night. Although even when you were a vampire you never really like drinking blood. And don't worry, aunt Dottie and uncle Bob are going to help you guys. And before you know it, you'll be fully human; getting a full night sleep." I say. He grins at me "Thank you. I can't believe I forgot someone like you. You know just how to make somebody feel better."

I can't believe you forgot me to.

When I walk back to my room, I was planning on using the wire but stop when I saw Gregory sitting on my bed, staring at the wall I just worked on. It's odd seeing as human. But just because he wasn't a vampire doesn't mean he still freaks me out when I see him. "Um... What do you think you're doing in here?" I ask. He ignores my question as if my voice is only passing wind. "Nice words. Deep. Did you come up with them yourself?" He asks still looking at the words. I'm silent for a moment not sure if I should answer him or demand that he leaves. "I...I... Get out." I say trying to sound big and demanding but he just smirks at me. "It really doesn't matters, but what does is-" he didn't finish as he walks ups to me and grab my shoulders and crashes his lips to mine. My yelp is muffle against him and I thrash about. He doesn't have super strength no more. We are on a more even playing field now. Sure he might be a lot more stranger than me, but he isn't supernatural strong. I ram my forehead with his and gasps away, hissing. I take a quick breath then kick at his shins and jumps back. "Get out." I say trying to hold back tears, whipping my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Open your eyes. Rudolph doesn't remember you. He doesn't care about you anymore." He growls smirking. I shut my eyes "Now." I say. "You guys are over." He says and I finally lose it. "Get out!" I shout. He's silent then I hear his footsteps walk out, something I never heard before from the vampires. The steps stop at the door and open my eyes to see why he didn't leave. "Even though Rudolph doesn't recall his feelings for you anymore, I still do. And now that's he's out of the way, I going to make you realize them and respect them." He states menacingly before walking out completely.

I slam the door and feel my body shaking as I grab a pillow and throw with all my power against the wall. No not strength. Rage, frustration and deep pain. I drop to the floor beside the abused pillow and pick it up. I hug it to my chest and fall to my side and brawl into.

Stupid Gregory. I already knew all of that. But it hurts so much more being heard at loud.

Author's notes~

I change Lily's style from casual to more modern because everybody in the movie dress like they were tacky tourists in the 2000's. Also because she went to LA and they have great fashion down there so I wanted that city to have an influence on her and make mature in both dressing well and emotionally wise. If Lily isn't as sarcastic and up beat as usual I apologize. She's a lot quieter now that her heart is broken.

Also Gregory is suppose to one of those hot emos, with those big hole piercing in the middle of lope.

Rudolph is suppose to come across as scholarly and hot, just letting you all know.

And the painting is from the left corner to the right, by bad.