Feliciano had been unconscious for over two weeks.

Even with the copious amounts of blood transfusions given to him, his skin never looked any better. It appeared to all near him that time had finally caught up to him.

Being one of the oldest beings on the planet, his body was literally wasting away. It had been first noted by Gwendolyn, whose 'awesome' sense of smell was unparalleled to those around her, having picked up the scent of decay not even two days after the attack. Even the nearby un-dead were starting to notice the smell, even daring to approach the house at all hours of the night.

Having once again hooked a new modified blood pack into the ragdolls arm, the German tailor stood, cracking his back having knelt on the harsh concrete floor of Gilbert's dungeon-like basement. The pack contained a mixture of bloods from the various creatures that Feliciano was made up of. It had worked in the beginning , but appeared to have little to no affect now.

Ludwig looked at the pitiful sight on the bed. The Italians hair was mattered and greasy, with visible green parts beginning to form around the boy's hairline. His neck was still swollen from the rogue vampire bite, becoming inflamed when the new blood was injected near the sight. The rest of the body showed signs of decay by the way of a greenish colour and an increase in the number of moths and fly's in the general vicinity of the body.

The Germans ears picked up the sound of the basement door opening. Antonio and Lovino appeared at the bottom of the stairs. The Spaniard held his nose at the scent of the mixed blood and Lovino just ignored this fact in favour of staring at the brother-like figure he had adopted. The German briefly wondered why they had come down before remembering the Italian Sirens offer.

When the first un-dead began to appeared near the house and had almost succeeded in obtaining Feliciano for their dinner, Lovino had offered his house as a safe-house for the ragdoll. He lived on the cliff overlooking the harbour, near the lighthouse which he maintained. His house was heavily fortified and had many charms and spells placed upon it to protect it from invasions, unwanted guests and the elements. It was the stronghold of the town, having been an evacuation point during wars. It held many underground bunkers-like structures and tunnels, which led to various parts of the town through hidden openings. The tunnel entrances were often hidden behind the wooden panels of shops or in the electrical compartments within the towns parks. Due to the number of times it had been used, the entirety of the building was stocked with supplies ranging from blood to woollen under-garments.

"Hallo Lovino, Antonio. What do you require?" Ludwig asked.

"Potato-Bastard you know exactly what we want. Will you just let us move him to my house?! In case you hadn't noticed the bloody un-dead are everywhere. Moving him to my house would be the smart move." Lovino growled angrily. He was already on edge from the faces peering in from the small windows, watching the unconscious form in the centre of the room.

Ludwig rubbed his face with his hand. He hadn't been to the tailor shop since the attack, having left it to Gwendolyn and Francis to run in his absence. Despite the fact that Gwendolyn looked like Gilbert far too much, she was more mature than he was and had a decent eye for detail.

"Fine, we'll move him but how do you plan to get Feliciano to your house in one piece? The ghouls won't let you leave with him in one piece." Ludwig agreed in defeat. He had been nagged and nagged by both his brother and his friends as well as his neighbours and friends to move the Italian to the safer location.

"Easy Bastard, I'll use the hidden tunnel in your shop. We'll need to move him during the day however. The undead won't come out during the day."

Ludwig could only nod, unwilling to reason with the bi-polar Italian. Only Ludwig knew was that the tunnel was partially blocked with rubble and wood, but at this time, this information evaded him.

-Later-

Day broke at exactly 7.04 in the morning, the sun shining on the sea-side town. The Undead slunked back to the graveyard, those with visible, mainly intact faces looking annoyed. They dug themselves back into their graves as they did many times before to escape the sun.

Ludwig had already prepared the rotting ragdoll for travel, sewing him back together and strengthening the stitches he made so that they didn't fall off during the travel. Luckily for him, Feliciano was unconscious.

Around 7.32, A hooded Antonio and Lovino entered the house, where they found the German pushing extra wire into his pocket. Feliciano sat limply on the couch, a straight-jacket around him to prevent his body from disintegrating even more. Thick pants were tucked into Thin boots, hiding the skin from the dirt and dust of the tunnel.

"Lets go Bastard! It'll take us at least till noon to get to my house through the tunnel." With that the group left, Ludwig placing a knife in his belt as he left, one arm around Feliciano. He carried the boy on his back and swiftly caught up with the two other creatures.

It took them till about 9.03am to reach Ludwig's shop , having taken Antonio's 'Short-cuts' and find the Tunnel opening. It was a deep dark tunnel with the omega symbol painted over the tunnel entrance and contained darkness lit by poor candles. Antonio went first, Followed by Lovino then Feliciano was passed through the tunnel into The Vampire's waiting arms as the German pulled himself through and closed the tunnel.

As he took Feliciano back from the Spaniard, he looked around the tunnel, making out strong looking, but ancient wooden support beams and mounted Candelabra's that lined every second beam. The candles flared to life as they neared them, shedding light on the surroundings.

However, the group felt eyes on them, which was strange seeing as no-one else had access to the tunnels except for Lovino. On many occasions they heard what seemed like a child's crying or giggling sounds. Soon they knew they were not hearing things. They caught glimpses of ghostly white fabric going around corners or saw a hand wave at them from around the corners they had to use.

Eventually they came face to face with a obstacle in the tunnel. Support beams appeared to have collapsed completely and blocked the path completely. Lovino scowled and looked at his watch. Noon would be arriving soon. They needed to set up Feliciano's blood supplies before the day was up or Feliciano would lose what little life he had left.

On the floor near the wreckage was a worn note that appeared to have been left in a hurry, covered in dust of the ages. Lovino picked it up, shaking the dust off it and read outloud what it read.

"Little Matthew,Little Matthew,

Come and Play,

Little Matthew, Little Matthew,

Hide away,

Little Matthew, Little Matthew

Where are you?"

" A child's poem? Why does the handwriting look like Francis's?" Antonio asked peering over his shoulder. Lovino shoved the poem into his pocket, grumbling.

"Idiot Vampire! In case you forgot, the tunnel is blocked." He practically screamed. Ludwig was just staring at the mayhem blocking the tunnel, analysing the way the beams were lying, attempting to find a way through the rubble.

"M-maybe I can help, eh" a voice came from behind them. The group jumped in supply and spun around.

Standing in the dimly lit hallway was the ghostly spectre figure of a small boy. He had shoulder-length wavy hair and glowing violet eyes that shone out from the ghostly boy. He wore a long white gown and hovered over the ground.

Standing or rather hovering before them was a little white child.

Authors Note: Sorry for the delay guys and gals! Uni is persistent in giving us useless assessments to complete, so this has been delayed in its upload and for this I apologise

So Matthew/Canada was introduced in this chapter. I know I promised someone that I would make him an earth spirit of some sort but when i heard about White Lady's I knew that Matthew would be perfect even though he is neither a lady or an adult. White Lady's are ghosts of young women who have dies as a result of a broken heart or whilst the were with child. They are often compared to banshees as an alternate herald of death.

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