Disclaimer: I don't own any previously created characters (apart from Ned, Fred and Bob they're mine and no one else's).

A/N: This is set about twenty years later. Fred is the same age; Bob and Ned have aged somewhat. I hope it isn't too confusing. Please read and review. Go on, tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is always good.

Ch 13 We meet again

Fred and Lestat had been roaming the country for twenty years causing mayhem and destruction wherever they went. They now had a reputation even though Fred had only been a vampire for twenty years and was nothing but a child compared to others like her. She didn't depend on Lestat anymore and was free to leave the castle whenever she wanted. Lestat and her had never fallen out of love and had stayed together despite having the occasional disagreement especially in Italy that one time. Still they were the most notorious vampires known and Fred quickly learned about vampirism.

It was because of all this that Fred returned to England after a two-year stay in France with Lestat. She wanted to get back to her home and take revenge on the person that had caused her 'death'. It was true that she was happy as she was no walking in the night with Lestat, her loving and kind husband but still she wanted to repay the favour Bob had done for her all those years ago.

They returned to England and Fred was eager to get back to the village. They decided to go back to the castle next to Fred's old village, as it would surely be safe now. The mob had probably retired or were too bust hanging witches and slaying demons to care about the castle.

They went back to their castle and Lestat immediately felt at home in his old place. The two vampires wore long black cloaks that made them almost invisible to anyone else in the night. Lestat entered the castle first quickly checking to see if anything had changed. It was a little dustier than when he had left it and certainly needed some repairing but seeing as no one had been in there for twenty years it wasn't in bad condition.

Fred followed him and tried to remember what it had looked like when she was last there, she couldn't really remember what happened that night as she was unconscious for most of it. She had been so concerned at telling Neill about the mob that she hadn't gotten a chance to look at the castle. It was certainly different from the other places they had stayed over the years.

Fred smiled when she realised that this was exactly what Lestat loved, somewhere quiet and secluded but not far from the village. It was perfect. Lestat turned around to face her and smiled. He had that excited look on his face that she had only seen when he was killing. He leapt towards her and picked her up and swung her around affectionately.

She grinned at his excitement and kissed him roughly on the lips. He returned the gesture and put her gently on the ground. She straightened out his cloak and smiled once again. She was happy that Lestat was glad to be home. When they had left France he had not been keen but now he looked genuinely pleased to be back in his old castle. As if to confirm this he said,

"It's good to be home. I've missed this old place."

"I'm pleased my love. How long do you think it will be before we venture down to the village?"

"Patience my dearest. Your time will come. Let your friend have one more day without any troubles. After that she's all yours. I am looking forward to watching this." He kissed her on the cheek and took her hand and led her to the hall.

Neill trailed behind muttering something about being a slave and no thanks. This was his nightmare, he had never liked Fred and now she had dragged his master back home. He followed carrying their baggage. He hoped this all worked out. For his master's sake.

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The next night Lestat and Fred were finally ready to go down to the village. Fred had been looking forward to this since they arrived. Finally she would have her revenge on her friend.

Her and Lestat moved quickly through the village, they were spotted by no one as most of the people out at that time of night were drunk. Fred went straight to their old house. She didn't know whether Bob would be there but it was worth a try and Ned might also be there. Two in one it was perfect. When they did reach the small hut Fred had once called a house Fred swung the door open. She went to go forward but found that she could not pass. She looked over at Lestat.

"Banishing spell." He said simply emphasising by showing he couldn't put his hand through the door.

"I used to live here." Fred said angrily.

"Whoever's out there I have nothing of value." A weak and frightened voice came from inside. The voice was recognised instantly by Fred. It was Ned. Fred smiled. She had found her key.

"I am looking for Roberta and Nedine." Fred said trying not to sound confrontational although it was hard to hide the impatience from her voice.

"Who are you?" Came the reply.

"I used to live here. With two other people. Ned and Bob." Fred knew it was working.

"Only one person ever lived with us and she died a long time ago."

"Fred." Fred said knowing it would work. "I'm Fred. Ned please let me in."

There was a shocked silence for some time and finally Ned spoke. "Fred died twenty years ago, she was killed by the Creature. You can't be her."

"I am. I escaped from the castle and I've come home."

"It's really you?"

"Yes."

"Come in then. Don't stand outside in the cold." The came a rustling from the bedroom as Ned got out of bed.

Ned came into the living room where Fred was now standing. She walked over to Fred and looked at her a second. She then moved back in complete shock.

"You look so young." She said in disbelief. "This can't be real."

"Oh it's very real Ned. After all these years you still recognise me. That's so sweet. Tell me have you met my husband, Lestat? I believe you refer to him as the Creature." She smiled when she saw the terrified look on Ned's face. "I am so pleased to be home." Fred said as she knocked Ned onto the floor. "Now you're going to tell me where Bob is old friend." Ned looked up at her in shock. She couldn't understand what happened.