The smashing of the glass made the Sackville-Bagg family rush into the kitchen from all corners of the house, and just before they entered, Gregory had slipped out through the back door and vanished into the darkness. As the alarmed family rushed into the kitchen, Andrew tried to move himself back from the doorway in order to let the vampiric adults and children in as quickly as possible, standing on some small, dust-like shards of glass in the process. Looking down, Andrew spotted the small amount of thick red blood pouring out from his wound and onto the tiles, a few drops made their way into puddles and spread easily.

The family stared, confused and triggered by the scent of blood. Gulping, Andrew limped back and rested himself against the table, leaving half footprints of blood and water in his trail. Rudolph frowned, knowing that it was alarming Andrew to have all eyes on him so suddenly. After a long period of silence, Freda moved swiftly towards Andrew. Dodging the water and glass.

"My dear, are you alright?" she lifted her hand and gently placed it on his shoulder.

Unsure of his reply, Andrew nodded.

Freda nodded her head slightly, "What happened?"

Andrew's mouth felt dry as he tried to conjure up an excuse for the mess, "It slipped from my hand…I'm so tired that I can't really function properly. Sorry for the alarm..."

Andrew give the family a half smile, noticing them suddenly relax.

"Oh, it's nothing to apologise for, my dear. We all make mistakes." Freda smiled reassuringly at him as she walked back towards her family. "We're just popping out for something to eat, we won't be long dear."

Andrew nodded in understanding and showed them to the door. But before they could leave, Fredrick stopped in the doorway.

"If you happen to see Gregory sulking around tell him we need to talk."

With that, the family shuffled out the door and soon disappeared out of sight. Andrew was relieved, until a painful throbbing rose from the soul of his foot. He'd almost forgotten completely about dropping the glass, and was now devastated that he had to waste time cleaning it up, and dressing the wounds on his foot. With a slam of the door, Andrew got to cleaning.

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After spending twenty minutes cleaning water and blood from the kitchen floor, and limping up a flight of stairs, all Andrew wanted was to lay down and rest. But as he limped closer to his bedroom door, he noticed that the door was lying completely open. Thinking he'd been caught by Dottie or Bob, he held his head in shame as he flicked on the bedroom light, and shuffled his way in. To his surprise, Gregory stood by one of the unpacked boxes reading an old book. One that Andrew recognised as his own. Surprised, Andrew stood in the door way wide eyed as he stared at him.

"It's your room, you can come in." Gregory flicked another page as he spoke, without even lifting his gaze to look at Andrew.

Shuffling inside, Andrew nervously eased his way towards Gregory. "Uh…what are you doing in my room?"

Gregory gave Andrew a quick straight faced stare before looking back to the book.

Andrew tried to peek around and see what book it was that Gregory had found so interesting, but before he could make it out Gregory shut the book and held it at his side. "You should eat."

Dumbstruck, Andrew struggled for words.

"It's bad for you if you don't. To put it one way, some people can't get food. Meanwhile your chucking yours into the bin." Gregory's stare seemed to hold a glint of sympathy.

"Yes but…I…I wasn't hungry. And if Dottie saw it was still there she'd kill me herself…" Andrew lowered his head.

Gregory let out a small grunt.

"Uh…" Andrew tried to think of something to make him leave. "I kind of want to sleep now so…"

"How's your arm?"

The question caught Andrew of guard. He felt his face heat up and a large lump of fear rise up in his throat. Then he realised. The only way Gregory could have known was if he was the one that helped him. It couldn't be from the previous stench of blood, that could have been anything. Gregory would have had to see his arm, and be there to know about it. Andrew remembered his dream like state. Gregory was there. Before Andrew could react, Gregory had set down the book and yanked Andrew's arm from his side. With his sleeve pulled up, it revealed deep cuts splitting open the tissue in his arm.

"They're healing quicker than I thought…" Gregory murmured, deep in thought.

"Uh…I…" Andrew stuttered. Not knowing what to say, Andrew yanked his arm back.

Gregory broke from his thoughts and stared at Andrew.

"Gregory…where you…the one that helped me?" Andrew slowly pulled his sleeve down as he looked up at Gregory. Begging for answers.

Gregory nodded, "I did. You don't deserve to die. So I…saved…you."

"Why…?"

Gregory lowered his head. "I'll explain tomorrow, you need your rest. And you can wait until then."

Gregory brushed past Andrew and waited in the doorway, unsure to say good bye.

"Hey…don't you wanna borrow the book?" Andrew gently lifted it and turned to look at a half smiling Gregory.

"If it's no bother to you?" Gregory strutted back towards Andrew.

"Not at all. I mean, we're not allowed to read books in class anyway." Andrew dropped his gaze.

Gregory carefully took the book from Andrew's hands and held it at his side once more. Smiling, he wished Andrew good night and left. Quietly shutting the door behind him. Once the door was shut, Andrew let out a small sigh of relief. One question answered, a couple more to go. Smiling slightly, Andrew walked over to his bed and lay down. Tonight was too warm for blankets, and he'd a lot of thinking to do.

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Gregory was silent as he made his way towards the cellar. He just hoped his family was already half dosed so they wouldn't notice his return. Creaking open the cellar door, Gregory peered down the cellar stairs. His family lay in their normal resting places, unaware that he was sneaking back to his place. Tip toeing back down into the cellar, Gregory cautiously opened his wicker casket, and slipped inside. As he closed it, he set himself to a days worth of reading.

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The sun was almost blinding to Andrew as he awoke to his alarm going off at 7:30am. Bright streaks of orange, yellow and pink laced the sky as they faded off into a bright ocean blue. Ocean blue, just like the eyes belonging to…

Author's Notes; yeah…I'm back!

I finally got round to finishing this chapter, it's definitely been a long while but… I lost someone close to me so I didn't really want to concentrate much on writing. Sorry for the long wait, I'll update soon, promise.