It had taken Eileen a little coaxing, but eventually she gave in. There was nothing else she could do. It was either follow Henry and hope to live, or have another chance at meeting the man in the coat and possibly die this time.

"Don't worry Eileen. I'll protect you."

Eileen felt warm and comforted about that. The day that Henry moved in was about the best day of her life. She didn't know much about him, but she had seen him every now and then from a distance. She knew that he was shy and rather introverted. He often looked like he wanted to talk to her, but he'd loose his confidence and merely nod and smile at her. It drove her crazy! She wanted him to open up to her. She wanted to date Henry ever since she saw him and developed a sort of crush on him.

'He's such a strong man. He would probably make an excellent husband to some one some day. If we ever make it out of here, maybe I will ask him out.' Eileen thought, though the last part was slightly bitter.

She knew that Henry was every woman's dream man. He was handsom, sweet, loving, and intelligent. He was wonderful with children. She saw him often save the little kids that lived in one of the apartments from Richard Braintree's wrath. Eileen remembered one Christmas, he even gave them each some candy for no reason at all. She had a slight suspicion that he might have felt bad for the parents that had little to give to thier kids.

'I think I may love you Henry Townshend. Maybe when we get out of this place, maybe I will become Mrs. Eileen Townshend.' She smiled at the thought, hope filled her entire being.

It was a shame really that she was not paying any attention to her surroundings. She might have noticed a man standing not to far away from them with a killer's gleam in his eyes. A man that was currently prepared to do something that was not a part of his original plan.

She never saw the man in the blue coat. And he followed the pair straight to the cemetary. They only just looked up when they heard a rather loud click from a gun's trigger with a manical laughter that followed.

Bang!

"Aahh!"

Henry collapsed at the sudden piercing pain in his left shoulder. He clasped his hand over the wound to see blood. His blood!

Another click was heard and Henry staggered to his feet. He swayed and lost his footing he nearly ran into a torch. He kneeled down and felt a bit of wood underneathe him. Wood?

Something told him to pick it up and light it. Like something had been transferred between bullet to him. He grabbed it and stood up, doing what the little voice inside of him said. Eileen was screaming like a banshee and started flailing her rider's crop at Walter. This had little effect as the man simply laughed at her futile attempts and aimed the gun at her.

"No!"

Henry slammed into Walter and knocked him off balance. Walter barely hit the ground when Henry and Eileen booked it. They ran through the graveyard and out the door into the open.

"The well Reciever.....I'm here....the well..."

"What?"

"Eileen looked at him puzzled. "I didn't say anything."

"The well..."

Henry was bewildered. Maybe he had lost too much blood? And speaking of pain, wasn't that man just on the other side of that....

Creaaakkk!

Henry darted forward to the well and looked in with his torch. There was a doll's head in there. He couldn't think. All he did was grab it and run, Eileen trailing behind him. They ran and ran until they reached the Wish House. Once they were inside the doors, both of them stared at the door in alarm. They stood there for maybe fie minutes before Eileen looked at Henry.

"Henry, do you think he'll come in here?" She asked, fear gripping at her insides.

Henry thought about it. "No. I think he doesn't want to come near this place." Though he said that, he believed that thier encounters would not stop here. He groaned as the pain came back to him. He searched around in his pockets and realized that he didn't have any medical kits on him. In fact, he had only his axe and the wood that he was carrying. It seemed to have gone out while they were running.

He looked around him and saw that the Wish House was no longer there. Instead a smoldering pile of wood and ash greeted him. 'I'm sorry Jasper.'

The brunette made his way toward the remains and almost immediatly spotted the hole that he had once used. He thought about going, but that would mean leaving Eileen in certain danger. But if he didn't, then he would die from blood loss. He could already see his vision blurring.

"Eileen. I have to go."

"No! Don't leave me!"

"Eileen. I need to get this bandaged. If I don't, I'll die."

Eileen stared at Henry. He was slightly swaying and he was slightly pale. She knew that he would not leave her if she insisted he stay. "Go. I'll hide here."

Henry nodded and climbed into the hole. He crawled and grunted in pain, his world was already starting to go dark. He could see his laundry door on the other side, but he could feel himself fading.

'I didn't...make it.....Eileen...I..tried...'

Henry stopped his crawling and simply laid there. Unconcious and already heeding to death's call.

Walter had watched Henry crawl through the hole and felt worried. He had fataly wounded his Reciever and the brunette's light was slowly starting to fade. He could see Henry battling against death as he lost more blood each and every second.

He quickly transported himself to Henry's apartment and waited. His Henry should come out of that hole in five minutes. He stared at the hole and didn't see anything. After ten minutes, he climbed in and saw Henry laying there, slowly but surely dying. Walter wasted no time in pulling the brunette out.

After he had fished him out, he quickly laid the smaller male on the floor and pulled his shirt apart. He reached into his pocket and produced a small set of surgeon tweezers, a scalpel, and thread and needle. The blonde set to his task and was able to get the bullet out without to much of a hassle. He had to make cuts here and there, and quickly sewed the wound up. After the deed was done, he went to the bathroom and found a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He brought it back and cleaned him.

The problem that Walter now faced was blood loss. He could see that Henry's light was fading. Like a candle slowly being extinguished.

'How do I help you out of this one Henry? I cannot simply allow you to die. I want to see you live for awhile longer. You must also die in order. So, what to do?' Walter paused in his thoughts. He remembered when he became immortal, he had to create a pool for his own immortality. He still had to drink from it in order to keep going. But should he give some to Henry?

'It must be done.' Walter reached his decision and went to the hall. He faced the back wall and willed himself through it. He had built the wall and pool inside. He created everything in there. He went over to the hanging body in the middle. His old body. The one that was rotting away and it made him feel slightly chilled everytime. It was like his body wanted his spirit back.

He grabbed a chalice from his alter and scooped up some of the black liquid that had formed around it. He left the chamber with the cup full and brought it back to Henry. He put it to the brunette's lips and sat him up slightly. He dumped the contents into the other's mouth and forced him to swallow. The liquid would allow Henry to not die and heal faster, but it would only last for a short while.

Walter pulled it back and put it on the nightstand. He crawled into the bed and held his Reciever once more. He liked how warm Henry felt. The sweet smell the brunette gave off. He kept his thoughts going until he fell asleep.

Warning: Yaoi! If you don't want to read, then skip! You have been warned!

Walter lay sleeping on the bed when he felt the other shift. His eyes snapped open and he found Henry staring back at him with his hazel green eyes. He was sure that the smaller male would scream and try to escape. He coiled his muscles, ready to launch at Henry if it was necessary. Instead Henry slowly rolled over and straddled Walter's waist.

"Reciever, what are you doing?" Walter enquired, making sure to not show his uneasiness.

He was real surprised when Henry put a finger to his lips in a shushing sort of way before he leaned down and pressed his lips to the blonde's. The kiss was soft and hesitant and Walter soon found himself kissing back, pushing his tongue in the other's mouth. The two fought for dominance before Walter won and he quickly rolled them over so that thier positions were reversed.

Walter pulled away from Henry and looked down at him. The photographer was beautiful. His eyes were half lidded in pleasure and his lips were pinkend by thier kiss. His shirt was still gone and the blonde could see that his Henry was not very muscular. He was slightly thinner than what his clothes made him look like and his skin was giving off a soft glow in the candle light.

'When did I light candles?' Walter thought briefly but it quickly left him when Henry pulled Walter back down for another kiss. Walter let his hands roam his chest and he carassed the tender skin under his cold hands. Henry moaned and his hands went to undo the jacket that the blonde was wearing. Walter helped him and pulled off his coat along with his black shirt that looked very much like Henry's white one.

Pretty soon, all of thier clothing had been tossed aside and they were naked, teasing each other. Walter couldn't stand it anymore. He had to have Henry and he had to have him now!

He moved Henry's legs so that they wrapped around his waist. He quickly spit into his calloused hands and ran them up his shaft. After a moment, he deemed himself ready and quickly thrusted into the brunette.

Henry gave out a pained yelp and squirmed. Walter held him down and began to tease the tip of Henry's dick, trying to distract him from any pain he felt. After a moment or two, letting Henry adjust to his size, he started to thrust into him slowly. The killer desperately tried to find that one spot....

"Aaaahhh! There!"

He'd found it. Walter quickened his pace and thrusted harder into the body below him.

"Ooohhh...aahh...uuunn...yeah!" Henry was thrusting back against Walter, thier movements in synchonization.

"Ooh God! Harder!" Henry moaned out for Walter.

And Walter complied. He thrusted harder and faster, making Henry moan louder and louder. Walter was being encouraged by those cries and he felt the need to claim the young man. He bit into Henry's neck and licked the blood away from his mark.

This seemed to make the other feel pleasure because he screamed, arching his back. "Aaahhh! D-do that again!"

Again the blonde complied and bit the other side earning himself another keening cry.

"Oh I-I'm c-coming!" And Henry did. He came all over thier stomachs. His muscles clenched around Walter's cock and the killer thrusted a couple more times before he emptied his load into his new lover.

Walter collapsed on Henry and lay there panting. He had just made the other his official lover. Yet it seemed so fake. Why?

Before he could answer that he felt something prodding his side....

"Wake up."

"Wake up!"

Walter stirred and realized that the poking feeling in his side was little Walter. He groaned and also figured out that he had a dream. As proof, his pants now felt wet, pressumably where he came. There was a little on Henry's pants and he figured that he must have molested Henry a little in his sleep.

"What?"

Little Walter seemed to have guessed that his older self was irritaed because he quickly backed away and said, "Richard Braintree is trying to leave his place again. I tried to stop him, but he won't listen."

The older of them sighed and looked at Henry. He knew he had to leave anyway. "I'll be there in a minute."

The child seemed pleased with the answer because he nodded and left the room. Walter got up and, after a moments hesitation, rumaged through Henry's closet and found a clean white shirt. He dressed Henry and left.

'Soon enough my dream will become a reality. And you Henry will be my love and only mine. We shall be here with Mother forever. You will never have to leave me.'