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Sitting there at my favorite spot in the world, with the girl I was quickly falling for, it felt like time was at a standstill. There was no executioners coming to issue a death sentence, all life seemed to exist in just that moment.

Fi snugged close to me and rested her head on my shoulder and I know she felt the same peace I did. It was snowing heavier now and was actually sticking, in the back of my head I remembered Alice's warning about the first snow and the Volturi, but at the same time I pushed it even further back in my mind and tried to ignore it. Maybe the snow would be a blessing, make the Volturi hold off their attack until after the holidays and after the snow, I know I was reaching on that one.

My ability, which I wish I could shut off sometimes began to pester, alerting me not about Alice's prediction, but rather that I needed to look at my watch and though I tried to ignore it the first few seconds, I'm actually glad I did look at it.

It was just about 7:30, I had to get home before Nessie's bedtime. Her and I have a ritual about her bedtime that has not been broken since the day she was born, even when they moved into the cottage not far from the main house, I would still trek down there to tell her a story and sing her the lullaby which had no question about it become Nessie's.

Bella usually sends her off to say good night around quarter of eight and by 8:30 Nessie is snuggled in her bed awaiting her nightly routine.

Fi felt my movement and pulled her eyes away from the beautiful view to look up at me,

"Chris, is everything okay?" she asked and I nodded

"I hate to cut this short, but we've got to get back,"

Fi's eyes went wide with worry

"Is there something wrong?" she started to ask and I shook my head quickly, giving her an apologetic smile for worrying her

"No, nothing's wrong, it's just...I usually help put Nessie to bed and it's getting near that time."

Fi nodded

"I'm sorry," she said "I didn't mean to take you away from that,"

I grinned and shook my head

"No need to apologize at all, I wanted to take you, I'm just sorry we have to cut it short."

"I just can't get over how beautiful this spot is and the Christmas lights with the snow, it's like a painting."

I took a deep breath and nodded,

"Aye…it is," I replied softly. It was only a couple of weeks till Christmas, we hadn't done anything to prepare for the holiday, usually by this time our tree is up, the house is decorated inside and out and Christmas carols are playing on the radio.

This year was clearly different and no time had felt right to decorate. Though I was perfectly happy with my birthday being forgotten about, given that it was my eighty birthday, I was not ready to forget about Christmas…especially not Nessie's first Christmas.

Maybe it was time to take charge and do that myself, I know Emmett and Rose will help and I bet Nessie and Fi will be more than willing.

I stood up slowly and held my hand down to Fi, she took it and I pulled her up to her feet. She seemed hesitant at first, before she hugged me tight

"Thank you again," she whispered

"You're very welcome," I replied as we headed back down the path to my bike.

Thankfully the snow wasn't sticking to bad on the roads and even though I went faster than a human would in such conditions, I was still cautious and mindful of not only my surroundings, but of Fi's tight grip on my waist.

By the time we hit my driveway the snow was really sticking and I found myself silently praying that Alice's vision of when the Volturi were coming was off slightly. I parked my bike in its usual spot in the garage and Fi and I both pulled off our helmets, she was smiling happily as she kissed my cheek and ran into the house.

A warmth I haven't felt since I was human flashed through my mind, I put a hand on my cheek where she had kissed me and I took a deep breath. This whole thing was new and strange to me and I wasn't sure how to process it as I put the helmets away and slowly made my way into the house.

The confusion faded for a little while, because the minute she spotted me, Nessie ran through the house and flew into my arms. I lifted her up holding her close

"Uncle Chris where were you?" She asked "mommy was worried but I knew you'd be back in time, but you were gone for a very long time" she added.

I chuckled and kissed her forehead

"I know, I'm sorry. I had to take a ride, but I made sure I came right back," I paused and lowered my voice so only she could hear me and none of the onlookers even glanced our direction. "Nothing will ever keep me from saying goodnight to you, Nessie girl," I added

"Promise?" She mumbled laying her head on my shoulder, my stomach twisted a little as flashed of the Volturi passed through my mind and I rubbed Nessie's back to calm my own nerves, hoping that she couldn't sense my fear…my concern.

"Yes Nessie I promise."

Bella came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder and we headed to the cottage. We didn't talk the entire walk there, not even Nessie, even though she wasn't asleep yet, she was very quiet.

When we got inside, I gently put Nessie down on her bed and pulled the covers up close under her chin, before kneeling down next to the bed.

"Well Nessie girl it's your pick, usual story or do you want a new one?" I asked

Nessie thought her over her mouth twisting as she contemplated and weighed her options, I love that look she gets, it's comical and amazingly identical to the look her mother gets when she's contemplating something.

"You know a new story?" She finally asked in amazement and I chuckled

"Well it be new for you I guess, but yes."

"Does it have a brownie in it?"

I shook my head

"No this one doesn't."

"Oh," Nessie said softly she was crashing fast "does it have a fairy in it?" she paused and let out a wide yawn before reaching up to my shirt, I knew what she was going for and helped her along, Nessie loves my necklaces, more specifically my cross, I'm not sure what fascinates her about it.

I slid the chain over my head and handed it to Nessie. She traced my initials on the back of it carefully.

I brushed her bangs back and she yawned again

"No fairy either, but it's a good story," I said gently "you'll like it

"Okay Uncle Chris," she whispered "did your mommy tell you this one?"

I shook my head

"No this was a story my gram told me,"

"Wow," Nessie replied "your grammy told stories too?" she asked and I nodded

"Yes she did, it was a story she told my father when he was little, and her mother had told her when she was little. It has a ghost in it, but I promise Nessie it's not a scary story,"

Nessie nodded

"I wont be scared," she assured me and I nodded, Nessie was a tough kid, so I really shouldn't worry.

"Okay, here it goes: the old tower of Littledean, on Tweedside, had long been haunted by the spirit of an old lady, once its mistress, who had been an envious, grasping woman, and oppressive to the poor. There were stories that she had come into her vast wealth by thrift or extortion, and because of her wickedness and greed, she could not rest in her grave."

"Uncle Chris what does thrift mean?" Nessie carefully interrupted

"It means she didn't like to spend a lot of money,"

Nessie put her hand to my throat and silently asked her next question:

'what's extortion?'

"she might have stolen some of her money." I explained as best I could and Nessie nodded satisfied with those answers

"Okay, keep going please," she gently commanded

"Anyways, in spite of its ghost, Littledean Tower was inhabited by a lord and his family, who found no fault with their home and were not much troubled by thoughts of the supernatural world."

"Is a lord like a king?"

I nodded

"Sort of Ness, a lord is in charge of the household, not necessarily a castle, but sometimes a mansion." I grinned "like your mummy is certainly the lord of this cottage,"

"I heard that," Bella called from down the hall and I grinned at Nessie who giggled her reply.

"Keep going Uncle Chris, I won't interrupt anymore,"

"It's okay Nessie, if you've got a question you've got to ask, don't ever apologize for asking a question,"

Nessie nodded

"Okay," she said

"So, one Saturday evening, a servant-girl, who was cleaning shoes in the kitchen by herself, suddenly observed a strange light shining on the floor. While she gazed on it, it disappeared, and in its place stood an old woman wrapped in a brown cloak, who muttered something about being cold, and asked to warm herself at the fire. The girl readily consented, and seeing that her visitor's shoes were wet, and her toes peeping out, blue and cold from their tips, she good-naturedly offered to dry and clean the shoes, and did so. The old lady, touched by this attention, confessed herself frankly to be the apparition that haunted the house."

Nessie who was on her way to falling asleep now looked at me with wide eyed amazement, she was clearly enjoying this story, as much as she loved the Brownie story, something about this one really settled with her

"Was she turning into a nice ghost?" Nessie asked and I grinned at her

"Wait and see Miss Impatient," I paused 'where was I…oh right," I allowed my accent to completely return and I tried to make my voice sound like the ghost of a old lady, I must have sounded ridiculous because Nessie giggled again "'My gold wudna let me rest," said she, "'but I'll tell ye where it lies; 'tis 'neath the lowest step o' the Tower stairs. Take your lord there, an' tell him what I now tell ye; then, dig up the treasure, and put it in his hands. An' tell him to part it in two shares: one share let him keep, for he's master here now; the other share he mus part gain, and give half to you, for ye are a kind lassie and a true, and half he mus give to the poor o' Maxton, the auld folk and the orphans, and them that need it most. Do this an' I sall res' in my grave, where I've no rested yet; and never will I trouble the house mair till the day o' doom.'

"So she is a nice ghost now!" Nessie exclaimed "did they find the treasure?" she added and I chuckled at her impatience.

"The girl rubbed her eyes, looked again, and behold the old woman was gone!" I said dramatically waving my hands as Nessie continued to stare in amazement. "The next morning the young servant took her master to the spot which had been indicated to her, and told him what had taken place. The stone was removed, and the treasure discovered, and divided according to the instructions given. The lord, being blessed with a goodly family of sturdy lads and smiling maidens, found no difficulty in disposing of his share. The servant-girl, so richly dowered, found a good husband ere the year had passed. The poor of Maxton, for the first time in their lives, blessed the old lady of Littledean; and never was the ancient tower troubled again by ghost or apparition."

"Wow Uncle Chris," Nessie breathed "so even though the old woman was mean before, she was good after 'cause she gave all of her treasure away."

I nodded

"When it gets closer to Christmas I'll tell you a Christmas Carol, that's one of my favorite story of all time Nessie girl,"

Nessie let out a big yawn as she handed my cross back

"Can you tell it to me on your birthday?" she asked and I raised an eyebrow at my niece wondering how she knew, then I figured it out…Edward and his big mouth.

"My birthday Nes?" I asked and she nodded

"Daddy said your birthday is coming up soon," and I nodded with satisfactions at being proven right

"That's not important Nessie," I lowered my voice "but do you want to help me decorate the house tomorrow for Christmas?" Even though she really wasn't sure what Christmas was, Nessie nodded quickly "okay sounds like a plan," I paused and pulled her blanket up close to her and tucked her in, she snuggled deeper into her blankets and waited patiently for her lullaby "close your eyes okay?"

"Night, night Uncle Chris," she whispered as her eyes closed

"Guide Nicht, little Nes, Tha gaol agam ort," I said just as softly and began to sing her lullaby. (Good night, little Nes, I love you.)

When I finished, she was fast asleep, I made sure she was tucked in tight once more before walking to the doorway, I dimmed the light and headed out into the living room only to be confronted by Bella who looked at me expectantly.

"So what had you running so late?" she asked, it wasn't an integration it was completely Bella being curious

"I took the bike out to get some air and I lost track of time," I explained truthfully but Bella could obviously tell that it wasn't the whole truth

"took the bike out to get some air and did a certain Irish friend happen to go with you?" she asked and I looked towards the mounting snow outside "don't worry Chris I won't say anything," she assured me and I nodded my thanks

"I should probably get back to the house,"

"Just answer one question," Bella said literally positioning herself in front of the door to the cottage, I rolled my eyes

"Fine what, what's your question?"

"Are you happy?" she asked

"Excuse me?"

"It's a pretty simply question Chris are you happy?"

"With?"

"you know what I'm talking about Chris stop pretending," Bella replied, her voice growing stern

"I…I'm…um, am I happy with what?"

Bella's face softened and she smiled

"Oh my god Chris," she said "you're in love,"

"What? No…no I'm not!" I shot back and she chuckled

"Oh you're not huh?"

"It's just…I've…I've never had friends like this whom I could fully relate to and I don't want anything to jeopardize that friendship,"

Bella's smile grew

"Right keep telling yourself that," she paused "Rose and Esme are right, you are so stubborn,"

"You're one to talk sis," I replied and she sighed "I've got some stuff to take care of up at the house, so I'm heading out now," I added, hinting for her to let me loose, which she accepted, she moved away from the door and I headed for it, but as I did she reached over and grabbed me, hugging me tight, "uh, ow, too tight Bella, too tight!"

"Sorry," she replied, going a little easier on her hug, but she didn't release me "you're such a great uncle to Renesmee," she said softly "and you deserve nothing but your own happiness,"

I looked up her

"I am happy, I'm content," I explained I took a deep breath "see you tomorrow," I added and bolted out the door running for the main house. I could feel Bella's stare down boring into my back as I turned the corner on the path, she was getting as bad as Rose, Alice, and Esme and no good could come of that.

I darted through the garage, I was running out of time to finish Bella's truck, so much had kept me from actually working on it, but I knew it would be the perfect way for me to kind of sort everything out, especially everything that had happened in.

My plan to stay in the garage and work on Bella's truck for as long as vampirely possible was thwarted when the stupid computer in the garage decided to have a melt down…literally, I got the blue screen of death somehow and that was all it took. So that left me computerless, forcing me to go up to my room to grab my laptop.

As I was on my way towards the stairs Maggie's voice caught my attention, coming from the library, not entirely unusual, but irked my curiosity, especially when I realized she wasn't alone in the library.

"Fi, there's something different about you," Maggie was saying, there was a long pause, "we've never kept secrets from each other, don't start now." There was another long pause "does this have something to do with where you were a few hours ago, when you just vanished without a word?"

"Sort of," Fi finally responded "and I am sorry if I worried anyone,"

"Oh don't worry, I was the only one who really noticed, so you're lucky girly," Maggie said and I could just picture the grin on her face

"Thank you Maggie," Fi replied softly

"It's Chris isn't it?" Maggie asked and I found myself pulled towards the wall separating me from the girls.

"Maybe," Fi was being cryptic and I wasn't sure why, or was she just shy about everything?

"Do you like him?" Maggie asked, her voice wasn't accusatory, in fact it was just the opposite, she was clearly happy for her sister.

"I think I do Maggie…I've never felt this way before…but I think I'm fa…falling for him." She paused "he took me out on his motorcycle and showed me the most beautiful spot in the world a place he said was special to him…then we…we…" she paused again "we kissed,"

I swear I heard Maggie gasp

"You and him?"

"Yes," Fi said softly "it just sort of happened…it almost happened in the garage, but Chris is worried about offending Liam, so he stopped."

"Well, no offense to Chris intended Fi, but he does have a point Liam is none to pleased with the looks you two have been exchanging since Chris came home."

The words 'I told you so' echoed in my mind

"I know," Fi said, a sadness in her voice "Chris told me that was why he didn't kiss me, but I don't understand though,"

"Liam comes from a generation that was raised to hate the Scots as much as the English, Chris may have been born a Scot, but his accent screams English and you know how Liam feels about the English, his friendship with Carlisle is the only exception to that, at least that I have heard of." There was a long pause and I moved closer to the wall, trying desperately to profile what was coming. "Liam may not approve Fi, but I do and I know Siobhan will too, you deserve to be happy little sister and you could do with worse pickings than a Cullen boy, especially that one."

"You're not mad?" Fi asked

"Of course not, and I'm not jealous either if that was going to be your next question there girlie."

"Maggie, can I ask you something?"

"Of course,"

"You promise not to laugh?"

"Fi," Maggie shot back

"When you were younger did you're mum ever read you Fairy Tales?"

There was another pause as Maggie contemplated that question, she did so for quite a while and I couldn't help but wonder the answer myself. The tales I had been telling Nessie were Scottish fairy tales, but my mum and grandmother, even my aunt would tell my cousins and I Fairy tales from outside of Scotland, like the Grimm Fairy Tales, created to scare and teach kids at the same time.

Of course, my cousin Billy and I, we weren't too keen on the princess and fairies, unless of course there were dragons and sword fights or perhaps the ever chance that one of the pesky fairies got eaten by something, but these were a rarity.

One of my favorite tales actually was Hansel and Gretel while another is the Elves and The Shoemaker, something about that one reminded me of the brownie tale my mum and in turn her mum would tell. But there were rare times, especially when my younger girl cousins got older, my aunt would tell stories that would please them; princesses and princes, and happily ever after's, things like that. But knowing that fairy tales are a universal thing, I was curious as to what Fi and even Maggie's favorites would be.

"I don't remember," Maggie finally replied "but I do remember my grandmother telling me a story of a Selkie and the seal people of the north. But honest, Fi I don't remember any others, why what was yours?"

"I…I always thought they were silly, Briar Rose, Snow-White, the lot of them, but that was what I convinced myself and my sister…and now I…I think I understand them."

Before Maggie could reply I felt footsteps coming up behind me and winced knowing who they belonged to.

"Kid when are you ever going to learn to stop eavesdropping on people?" Emmett whispered, a big dopy grin on his face

"When you stop sneaking up on me?" I countered softly "what's up?" Emmett's grin got wider "what?"

"Nothing much," he replied "what's up with you, went out to the garage an hour ago to see if you wanted any help with the truck and what should I find instead?" He threw his big arm around my shoulders and led me away from the library towards the family room where he had a football game on, blaring the Minnesota Vikings versus the Greenbay Packers game. Not exactly my idea of a great entertainment, but I clearly had no choice in the current matter.

"What did you find?" I asked, playing along even though I knew where this conversation was heading.

"Why little brother, not you, not your bike and two…I say two helmets missing." I bit back a laugh "what's so funny?"

"Since when did you start talking like Fogleghorn?"

Emmett thought that over

"Is that the chicken's name?"

"The rooster in Looney Tunes?" I asked and he nodded "yeah that's his name."

"Anyways that's not important little brother, where were you?" Emmett's grin got wider if that was possible "and why were two helmets missing," he paused "does this have anything to do with a certain Irish bookworm?"

I knew denial would get me nowhere and I also knew that silence would just confirm his theory, so I played dumb, which didn't work either, but what can I say, Bella is right, I'm stubborn.

"Sure there were two missing Em? I seem to remember you misplacing one of my helmets last time and how do you know my bike was gone? Maybe it was under the tarp with Bella and Jasper's bikes."

On TV the Packers scored a touchdown, an act that normally would've had Emmett throwing a fit (he's not a Packers fan), but instead he just looked at me expectantly, almost…seriously.

Oh god…was I becoming so easy to read that not only Bella could profile me, but Emmett too? I glanced around the room, most of our guests had found their own niche in the house, some were watching the game with us, (Benjamin had become enthralled with American football), others weren't even paying attention to it, nor were they paying attention to the conversation between Emmett and I. That didn't however stop me from wondering if the entire group knew I was falling for Fiona…

My glance moved to the corner nearest the fireplace where Liam and Siobhan had taken up residency, neither of them seemed agitated or concerned, the opposite actually, both were deeply engaged in a conversation with Julianna and Samuel, even Liam looked at ease for the first time since I had met him. I guess that was a good sign, that meant neither one of them suspected anything and Liam wasn't ready to kill me just yet.

"Come on kid, be honest with me will you?" Emmett called bringing me back to our own conversation, which Benjamin was now observing intently.

"I am," I lied and Emmett frowned

"Chris its me, you know you can tell me, you and I have never kept a big secret from each other and this is pretty big isn't it?" his words rang through me like Maggie's words had probably for Fi. Why were we both too shy to admit to our families we fancied each other? It was hard to come out and say it, but I have no idea why.

"I…" I sighed and shook my head bloody hell was he being annoying and seriously what was with the guilting?! "fine, you win, you're right,"

"I am?" he asked "about what?"

"Everything, Fi came out to the garage and started admiring my bike and Bella's truck and…took I her for a ride up to Neah Bay.

Now Emmett was back to grinning

"Uh huh, Neah Bay hm? Let me guess that spot you're fascinated with," he paused and lowered his voice "has it become a make out spot now?" his voice back to being lighthearted, my eyes went wide

"Emmett!" I hissed and his grin got wider as he realized he was right, sort of.

"Wow, I've got to say kid I'm impressed, first date and everything."

"It wasn't a date!" I growled, but my brother of course was un-phased by my growling.

"Sure, sure," he replied waving his hand "so who initiated you or her?" I slapped my forehead with my palm and groaned "I'm going to guess her…no wait," he paused "yeah this one is a tough one, you're both ridiculously quiet and laid back, but I know you a lot better than I know her, so I'm going to stick with my original guess of her." He paused and looked surprised "oh I see, it was a combination."

"I…er…" I'm not used to being at a loss for words, but that was exactly what was going on in that moment and of course it just told Emmett everything he needed to know. His face admitted everything.

"I'm assuming you haven't mentioned this to mom," Emmett concluded, he threw his arm around my shoulders and guided me away from his precious football game, I couldn't believe he was willingly giving up watching the game to talk to me.

"Mentioned what to mum?" I asked "there's nothing to mention we went for a ride on the motorcycle and we kissed, what's there to talk about,"

Emmett's grin widen as we headed into the garage, sighing I lifted myself up onto the counter

"What's there to talk about?" Emmett repeated taking a seat on the bonnet of Edward's Volvo "kid this is huge, remember how excited her, Alice, and Rose got over you and your friend what was her name..."

"Marie?" I guessed monotone

"Yeah her, and that was just you guys having a couple of dinner dates with your other friends, and going to that dance, come on profiler you of all people have to be able to see how happy this is going to make mom."

"Em, it was one kiss and it just sort of happened."

"That's how it starts kid, that's how it starts."

"Besides, in case you haven't noticed, Liam isn't exactly a big fan of me, he's not going to be happy when he finds out Fi and I went for a ride together, let alone that we kissed."

"Yeah I did notice that, what's with that."

"It's a Irish thing, my dad used to tell me that the Irish are angry at the world, but especially at the Scots and the English. The English it's pretty easy to understand, but the whole rivalry with us Scots is something I never understood and never really tried to understand." I paused and ran my hand through my hair "I did try to deter her, worked for a little while, but," my voice trailed off

"Kid, chill. I'm not judging. If anything I think it's great,"

"Won't be when Liam kills me,"

"It was a kiss kid, I don't think he'll kill you over that,"

"Have you ever seen a pissed off Paddy?" I asked and he shook his head "it's not pretty and it's bloody scary."

"So how long are you going to keep it from mom?" Emmett asked

"As long as bloody possible," I paused "at least till tomorrow," I added with a grin

"She's going to be ecstatic you realize that right?"

"Hence why I need a night to prepare," I paused again "and one kiss doesnt mean anything" I pointed out and Emmett burst out laughing

"Yeah keep telling yourself that Dr. Doolittle." he grinned wide and hopped off the car "want to work on the truck?"

I nodded, thankful he was changing the subject and that I didn't have to do it.

"Yeah, just as soon as I get my laptop," I nodded at the garage computer "this one is dead."

Emmett looked at me confused

"it's not dead kid, Edward was using it this morning,"

I groaned

"Which would explain why it gave me the blue screen of death and promptly died when I tried to go online, he probably downloaded a virus or something,"

"Guess we're fixing the computer before the truck huh?"

"Yep," I replied "and I'm instating a new rule in this family, Edward is not allowed to touch anything mechanical, I don't care if it's inside the car or a computer, he's forbidden,"

Emmett burst out laughing

"I like it kid, but good luck with enforcing it,"

I grinned

"Oh believe me, there are ways, can we say pass-codes?"

"Diabolic Dr. Doolittle," Emmett replied, he began pulling out the tool chest as I headed back into the house to get my computer, it was going to be a long night of repairs, especially if Edward was the reason the computer in the garage was dead. I don't understand why, but I'm convinced Edward is cursed when it comes to technology.

I paused on my way back downstairs, the door to the library was open, Maggie, Fi, and Tia, were all inside reading, it was like a book club meeting in there, all three looked up when they felt me pause at the door and exchanged a look, before giggling a little.

I had no answer for that, so I instinctively did the stupidest thing I could and waved at them, which just set them into a giggling fit again and I sighed, I was definitely entering uncharted territory.

I had zero experience with any of this, there was a few girls in my class when I was in London that I stole glances at, but my mates and I were just on the cusp of seeing girls as something other than annoyances.

I had a few older friends who had girlfriends and one of my oldest mates Henry had married his sweetheart right before he got shipped out. Maybe it was because I was less mature than my mates, I don't know.

Slowly I backed away from the girls and walked as fast I could to the garage, I may not know how to make sense of my feelings for Fi and I may be way out of my element here, but I knew Emmett would be the best brother to talk to, at least I hoped.

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A/N: Just wanted to apologize for the delay in updating, things got a little crazy and I had to work on this chapter piece by piece. Also, the story that Chris told Nessie in this chapter was not mine and was one I found in a book of Scottish fairy tales, I tweaked it a little because the original story like typical fairy tales tend to be a little more scarier than the tamer versions most people know. I found two stories that I really liked, but this one really seemed to be a winner, but I might use the second story in a later chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and hopefully I can have chapter 26 up sooner than chapter 25 went up.

Oh, before I forget, there's been a number of people mentioning, both in review form and in private messages how sad they will be to see these stories come to an end, after all Breaking Dawn is the final installment of the Twilight books, however I promise you guys the final chapter of this fic will not be the last of Chris. I've got a bunch of post-Twilight Saga installments planned and in the works as well as working harder on some of my prequels and I also have plans to try and write a one installment story about Fi and her life before and after becoming a vampire, key word on that one is try, it's still in the planning stage and I'm really not sure how well it is going to work, but I'm going to try. So thank you to everyone who has stuck by me and continues to stick by me, take care and again I hope to have the next chapter up ASAP.