A/N: I hope you like this update. Sorry it's short, but I couldn't think of what else to write, hope you like it the same.

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Time for a Break-England

I stared at the large Victorian house, in the middle of the large field full of grapes, where there were little creatures working in sun hats collecting from the vines. There was a large red barn in the distance, where I could easily spot rolls of burrows, stacked on top of each other, "This is your house?"

"This is my fathers house," She answered, as she lead me up the trail, which lead to the guest house, "My dad has lived in the Vineyard since the 1800's in the magical community, and he rescues House Elves, from families that no longer exist, so they come here to work for him."

Her dad appeared on the porch, with the same aristocratic appearance, which he held when I first saw him, "Mr. Whitlock, Puppet, I am so glad you came to visit me, before seeing those friends of yours."

"I am not seeing them father," She walked past him, with a feeling of sorrow coming from her, which made me frown, "Harry, and Luna, they will visit me here, since the Weasley's don't want a vampire in there home."

"I never did care for that family, except for maybe George, and Fred, who come visit often," He explained, turning his attention to me, "It came to my attention, that I never gave you my name, well it's Wesley Knox."

I turned to look at my companion, "I thought your last name was Granger?"

"After my mother that was a Squib," She answered, taking a hold of my hand. "My parents couldn't stay together, mother had a life in the muggle world, while my father had his life here. They both agreed I would go by Granger, that way no one would question my father, when they didn't see him."

"Oh, I see," I walked over to a picture, where it showed a younger girl version of Hermione, on the lap of a woman she resembled. "Is this your mother?"

"Yes, that was taken when I was seven, when we were visiting father for the weekend," My companion explained, as she wrapped an arm around my waist, "She died a couple of years ago, during the wizarding war we had, you read about it in Mr. Bergins class, there was a test on the subject."

"You look just like her," I complemented, as I set the picture down, and turned to face the witch, "Beautiful."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and brought me in for a gentle kiss, before pulling away with a smile, "Thank you."

"So you two are together now?" Asked her father, as he leaned in the doorway.

"It happened recently father, but yes we're mates," My mate answered, not leaving my arms. She rested her head again my chest.

"You better take care of my girl, Mr. Whitlock," Warned her father, as he stared at me up, and down. "She's all I have left, and I would hate for anything to happen to her."

"I wouldn't allow any harm her way, sir," I promised, as I stared down at my mate, smiling as I held her close, "I can promise you that."

"Good answer, well I am going to get the steaks prepared, I hope you brought your appetites," Wesley explained, before turning and leaving us two alone.

I smiled as she stared up at me, and brought my lips to hers, "I meant what I said, I would die before I let harm come your way."

She smiled as she closed her eyes, and rested her head back against my chest, "I feel the same way, Jazzy."

"Jazzy?" I tried not to laugh at the nickname.

She nodded, as she stepped out of our embrace, and went to sit on one of the sofa's, "You're my Jazzy."

"You could call me whatever you want, Darlin'," I like the way the name sounded coming from her, "I think I'll call you, Mia."

"I like the sound of that," She pulled my arm, so that I fell beside her, and than threw her legs over my own. "Mia, and Jazzy, I like the sound of that."

I wrapped my arm around her, and pulled her closer to me, "Only I could call you, Mia."

"And only I could call you, Jazzy," She looked into my eyes, searching for assurance.

"Only you," I assured, with a smile.

Later That Night

I was marveling at how calm the horses were, knowing that most vampires spooked animals, and couldn't believe that these horses weren't causing a commotion. I gently ran my fingers through the Mayor's golden lock, feeling a bit more at home, "Hey there beautiful, you're a good ol' girl aren't ya'?"

"My father raised Abigail, since she was just a baby, the same with the others," My mate explained, as she stood beside me, "Abigail is mine."

"She's reminds me of the horses, which I use to train for soldiers, before I became a vampire," I explained, as I studied the horse, and my mate.

My Mia smiled as her horse rested her head on her shoulder, and allowed her to hug her, "So what do you think of Jasper, Girl?"

The Mayer let out a huff of air, causing my mate to giggle, as she stared at me, "Yeah he's could be full of himself, but that's how most guys are."

Abigail nudged me with her nose, causing me to stand closet to her master, which I didn't mind at all.

"She likes you," Assure my mate, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and leaned int to kiss me.

"I am glad to hear that, because I like her too," I explained, before leaning back in to return the kiss.

I loved my life.