Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and The Vampire Diaries. They belong to J.K. Rowling and L.J. Smith. I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.

AN: My friend Jadiona, just had a baby girl a couple of days back. Congratulations, my friend. :)

I would like to apologize for any mistakes in advance. Hope you like it.

The Burrow

The silence that followed her declaration was eerie. Athena had never seen the Weasley's this quiet in all her life. Everyone was staring at her with their jaws hanging open and wide eyes apart from Ron and Hermione, even though, they too were looking at Klaus, assessing him. Yeah, she should have been a bit subtle, but it has never been her best suit. Klaus, Kol and Stefan were staring at everyone as well, waiting to see how everyone would react.

The silence was broken by George who asked, "Is that why you went to America?"

"Um… Yeah. I found about it after the war. I wasn't sure about… uh… well, I didn't know if it was the truth, so…" she finished awkwardly, waving her hand around, not knowing what to say.

"But he's a vampire and by the looks of it, an old one!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly. She could see the resemblance between the two, but she knew that vampires couldn't procreate. She had sensed the powerful aura that surrounded the man the moment she had seen him. She had researched all about vampires when she had first met Damon and he had attacked her. Damon and Stefan weren't as strong as these two. These two were strong, but the blonde had an aura so powerful, that it made her shiver. His eyes held arrogance and he carried himself with a sense of superiority that she hadn't seen in anyone before. Maybe not many could see it, but she had been through a war and knew instinctively when someone was dangerous. And everything about these men shouted that they were someone you should steer clear of.

Klaus and Kol's gaze snapped towards the bushy haired girl. She wasn't much to look at, but she was observing them like by merely looking at them would provide her the answers to the world.

"Are you saying that my brother here is old?" Kol asked with a smirk and Hermione blushed, either with embarrassment or the way Kol said it to her, Athena wasn't sure.

"No. I… uh… I've been monitoring you since you entered in here and you're both stronger than Stefan, who is fairly old as we all know." She shot Athena an apologetic look but continued, "You're stronger than him and as far as I've read, the older the vampire, the stronger he is."

"You've been monitoring them? How?" Athena asked bewildered.

Hermione looked at her and stated simply, "Trouble tends to follow you like a shadow, so I started working on something when you first told me about vampires. Once I am done with it, it will tell us the strength and power of anyone with a simple spell and we'll be able to deal with them accordingly. I'm still working on it but now, at least we know that it's working. What I want to know is how can a vampire be your father? Vampires cannot procreate and it's unlikely that these two were turned before Stefan."

Athena blinked at her friend and shook her head fondly as she replied with a shrug, "We don't know how it's possible because they've been vampires longer than I'd initially thought. Maybe it's his werewolf gene?"

"What?!"

"He's a what?"

"It's impossible!"

There was chorus of questions from everyone around and Athena winced. She should really learn how to shut her mouth. She looked around and saw myriad of emotions on every single face – from bewilderment, anger, surprise, contempt and to disbelief. Even Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, Andromeda, and Malfoy were staring at her with wide eyes. It was so comical, that if the situation wasn't serious, she would have laughed. She kept her eyes averted from everyone, especially Ron, Hermione and George, not wanting to see judgement or disgust on her friend's faces.

Meanwhile, Kol was looking amused; even though Klaus was perfectly calm on the outside, he was tense and ready to kill if needed, and Stefan had a frown marring his features, worried for his friend.

Ron broke the tension as he exclaimed, "Blimey! It can only happen to you, mate."

Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and pulled her in a hug. "Oh! I am so happy for you dear. And he's a such a handsome man. No wonder you're so beautiful."

"You're far too similar, I must say. It's borderline creepy." George told her with a small smirk, while Ginny asked, "Are you sure he's not a twin or an older brother of yours?" she looked at both the Mikaelson's with a lascivious grin while winking at Athena, who would have cringed at the innuendo, if she hadn't almost sagged with relief, but the worst wasn't over yet.

"This is absolute madness! You can't believe this idiocy. How can he be a vampire and a werewolf at the same time? We haven't even heard it before and he's a muggle." Percy exploded suddenly, unable to believe that his family were again hanging onto anything that was told, without even trying to figure out the impossible.

Billy stayed where he was, quietly observing everyone. He wasn't worried about the vampires or werewolves as he knew that Athena wouldn't have brought them home if they were a danger to them. Anyway, he had his wand if need arrived and not to mention, even he was curious to know the truth because one thing he'd learn in the past years was that, anything was possible with the-girl-who-lived.

"Percy, that's enough! We're here for thanksgiving and we'll behave like a family until it's done. Am I clear?" Mrs. Weasley yelled and every gaze snapped towards her including Malfoy, Klaus, Kol and Stefan's, who stared at her open-mouthed, when instead of backlashing, not a single red-head replied.

Salvatore Boarding House

Mystic Falls

She stared at Damon with narrowed-eyes. From what he'd told her, he had found the werewolf lurking outside Athena's house, unable to enter the premise because of some spell she had on her property. Damon had rendered the wolf unconscious and had bought him here. The wolf had been in the cellar from past two days and they both knew how dangerous he was for any of them. What she couldn't understand was – why hadn't Damon killed the wolf? Damon was a sadist and unmerciful, especially when it came to himself. There had to some reason and she wasn't budging until he told her the reason.

"Why haven't you killed him yet? If he gets out…" Caroline started, but Damon didn't let her finish and snapped without looking at her, "I know!"

Then another thing occurred to her and she frowned. "Athena's in London. So, what were you doing outside her house?"

Damon's head snapped towards her and he asked curiously, "How do you know where she is?"

"Stefan told me. They're together." She shrugged.

"What?!" he chocked-out horrified as he felt his heart plummeting down to his stomach. The meaning behind her words didn't occur to him. The only words ringing in his ears were 'they're together'. Why did it shock him? Why was it hurting him so much? Wasn't this what always happened? Everyone chose Stefan over him, every single time.

"What?" she asked confused by his reaction, but then her eyes widened when she realized what her words might have sounded like to him. If she wasn't sure about his feelings for Athena before, she was now. Damon looked devastated as if she had just stabbed him and she had never seen him like this before. Caroline didn't know why, but she explained hurriedly, unable to see him like this. No matter how much she disliked him. "No! Damon, they went to London together. I meant that Stefan's just staying with her. At her place. That's all."

Damon looked-up at her, eyes filled with anguish and she nearly gasped. There was no sign of the cocky and arrogant vampire she knew, instead she found someone who looked lost and utterly miserable. "They're not together, Damon." She told him softly, staying where she was while staring at him. He didn't give any indication that he had heard her, but she knew that he had. He wasn't like this even when it came to Elena. She wanted to know what exactly had happened! But for now, there was another thing which was more important than anything else. It was full moon today and keeping a wolf locked in the cellar wasn't exactly the brightest idea.

"Damon. You have a wolf in your house." She said slowly at which he rolled his eyes and snarled sarcastically, "Excellent observation, blondie!"

"You know today is the full moon, right?" she tried to ask casually, but it came out more panicked than she wanted to. At this point, she was unsure whether she wanted to stay here or just run as far away as possible.

Damon's head snapped towards her, wide eyes staring at her which clearly indicated that he had forgotten about it. He stood up from the recliner and cussed-out at himself in very expressive words.

How could he forget that it was full moon today? He was still berating himself while he was shifting the still unconscious wolf to the Lockwood Cellar in the woods. He should kill the wolf, but he still had some questions he wanted answers to. Who knew what else these people were planning and he needed to know what their plan was? They had tried to kill Athena and he was sure the wolf wasn't alone and there were more like him from the patronizing way he had been bragging earlier.

Which was the reason he had asked blondie to talk to Klaus and bring him here. The original hybrid was the only one who would be able to help them and Damon knew Klaus would do this for Athena. Klaus hadn't killed him and Stefan just because she asked him not to, so the bastard loved his daughter at least.

He threw the wolf on the floor unceremoniously, before attaching his wrists with the chains. When he was satisfied, Damon nudged Greyback with his boots, waiting for him to regain consciousness. As soon as he heard the muffled groan, he didn't wait and shoved some more wolfsbane down Greyback's throat, who choked and tried to spit it out, but Damon held his face tightly and made him swallow. He watched with satisfaction when the wolf groaned with pain for a long time, before opening his eyes which were red-rimmed and glared at Damon.

Damon waved the wolfsbane in front of him with a smile and said, "I'm sure you know what this is? Must've learned in that school of yours. Now, if you want to live to see another day, you'll tell me how long have you been here and who else are you working with?"

Instead of replying, Fenrir grinned at him and Damon winced internally. This had to be the most disgusting creature he had encountered in all his life – pointed yellow teeth and lengthened blackening nails, giving him more ghastly appearance than any other wolf. If he was like this while human, how would he look on a full moon? As soon as he thought this, Damon shied away from the idea. He remembered Lupin's transformation from Athena's memories and he shuddered. No, he didn't want to know.

"You think you can save her? You're a muggle. You think you can win against us? You might kill me, but it won't end until she's dead." Fenrir told him gleefully as he laughed. Muggles were foolish and too simple to manipulate at times.

The smirk dropped from Damon's face as his anger rose. "Ah… Wrong answer! That's not what I asked." His eyes were burning pits of fire as he pulled out the wooden stake from his jacket and shoved it in Fenrir's thigh, who for the first time screamed with agony.

"Damon!" he heard Caroline as she entered, and turned towards her. "Finally! Where's Klaus?" he asked her who winced. "Uh…"

"My brother isn't here and your friend said it was rather urgent." Elijah told Damon calmly without looking at him as he entered the cellar, gaze transfixed on the wolf. Damon shot Caroline a glare, while Elijah continued, "What do you need Niklaus for?"

After the short explanation, Elijah gave a single nod and asked, "You haven't killed him because he's working with more wizards who want to kill my niece?"

Damon was standing with his arms crossed across his chest, wanting to get it over with knowing that they didn't had time, but Caroline nodded.

Elijah looked at the wolf and instantly realized that there was something different about him. Maybe because he was a wizard? But what he wasn't sure about was whether he should kill the wolf or lock him up for now, because they didn't have the time to ask any questions. The wolf looked dead on his feet and needed time to recuperate even to answer a single question. What exactly could be done now? They couldn't kill the wolf until they had more information, nor they had any way to contact anyone in Athena's world. The best option would be to lock the wolf for the night and question him later. What incensed him was that the Salvatore hadn't bothered to tell them before, when they could have done something and be done with it.

"And it didn't occur to you that you should've interrogated him before or after the full moon? Especially someone with your penchant for trouble." He asked with a raised eyebrow and Damon clenched his jaw even more tightly.

Caroline saw their expressions and jumped in hurriedly. This wasn't the time or the place for them to start a fight. They didn't had time. "It hadn't been much long. Damon just found him yesterday." She looked outside and gulped. "Um… guys! I think we should leave." She whispered, eyes intent on the wolf.

Damon and Elijah turned towards the wolf just as he snarled in a terrible voice. Greyback's limbs began to shake and his head started lengthening along with his body. His shoulders were hunching even more where he was tied to the floor with the metal chains. Hair was sprouting visibly on his face and hands, which were curling into clawed paws. It was all happening quicker than they've seen before. They stared at the wolf in front of them, observing that it was extremely different from the ones they've come across. He wasn't like the wolves they had encountered.

Caroline took one last look at the wolf and shouted, "Run!"

Elijah and Damon were quick to follow her, not waiting for the transformation to complete, quickly shutting the door of the Lockwood cellar on their way out.

The Burrow

The dinner, thankfully, went better than she expected. Her dad and uncle both had been on their best behaviour. They had stared disbelievingly at every wizard around when Mr. Weasley had asked them about the simple muggle contraptions like felly-fone or how a small box contained people in it and the use of a rubber duck, which he still had no idea about. They found a common and safer ground, where they discussed about their worlds. She didn't fail to notice, that throughout the dinner, Klaus was tense and alert. The way he took the seat next to her and his eyes kept darting subtly to everyone and everywhere, Athena was sure he expected someone to curse him or her any second.

Things became better for her was when Ron and Hermione announced that they were engaged, which thankfully took the attention from her and everyone seemed happy for them, even Percy for a change. The best part, she was able to spend time with Teddy, who to her surprise, seemed happy while playing with her. Malfoy was the most uncomfortable person around, and Ron and Ginny's 'polite comments' didn't help in anyway, at least until Molly scolded them both. And she categorically ignored the fact that Ginny flirted with her father, uncle and even Stefan, who seemed uneasy; unlike Kol, who flirted right back much to the embarrassment of Ron.

After the desserts were served, and everyone was busy, Athena saw George slipping out of the house and followed him quietly. He didn't need to say it out-loud that being here had been tough for him, probably tougher than staying at the apartment he and Fred shared. The whole family was here, everyone but his other-half. She was so focused on George that she didn't notice the eyes following her.

He was standing at the patio, looking out at the vast sky. She didn't say anything, just went where he was and stood near him, but her focus was only on her friend. She had been extremely selfish, leaving him alone because looking at him reminded her of her lost love. She'd never given a thought about how George was fairing! It must have been more difficult for him – looking around and not finding your twin, one person who could guess what's in your mind merely by looking at you, growing up together and she couldn't even imagine how tough it would be for him to look in the mirror and remember that Fred wasn't there. He and Fred were her best-friends, her life support and she abandoned George. That's what she did and she'd never felt more ashamed in her life. How does one bring back time? One doesn't. It was as simple as that and she felt tears misting at the corner of her eyes.

"Don't do it." He said suddenly, bringing her out of her reverie.

"Do what?" she asked confused.

"Stop blaming yourself. You were as much a victim as everyone else. Nothing was your fault."

"Wasn't it?" she asked bitterly as she clearly remembered the killing curse which was meant for her, hitting Fred square in his chest. The only thing she cared about was that if he hadn't pushed her away, Fred would still be alive. His life was much more important than hers. He mattered more to people than she did. He was the one who brought light and happiness to those around him, unlike her, who only brought misery and death.

"We are all grownups and we knew the consequences the choices we were making beforehand. You need to remember that no one fought for you, not even you fought for yourself. Our fight was for the truth we believed in. If it hadn't been you, it would have been Neville or someone else." He told her seriously.

She looked away from him and whispered, "If it hadn't been me, he would've been here."

"Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? All I know is that you would've done the same for him." He told her earnestly and she craned her neck to look at him. His expressions were so fervent that her heart went out to him. She swallowed thickly, unable to say anything when he said, "You know, Fred was out of his mind when we met you at the Shell Cottage… after you were gone for a whole year and when he saw what you went through at Malfoy Manor… at the hands of Bellatrix. Well, let's just say that he didn't take it very well. Which was why he proposed to you." George spoke and she looked at him with a frown as he continued, "He didn't want to stay away from you another second. At that time, the war could have taken years for all we knew, but he wanted to marry you right then, so you wouldn't be able to leave and he could travel with you, no matter where or in what conditions. If you would have been married, you wouldn't have been able to stop him from following you. He even planned to kidnap you and keep you locked somewhere until the war was over. He had it all planned and he hated what our lives had become." He chuckled at the memory.

Tears fell from her eyes as she remembered how frantic Fred had been when he'd seen her in the Shell Cottage. "But you know what? He had never, in all his life, been prouder of anyone else." Her eyes grew wide and snapped towards George as he said this. "You were this person, who had no one, but you still fought because people wanted you to. It was expected from you. You didn't do it for revenge. You did it because it was the right thing to do. Just like everyone who chose to fight."

He told her sorrowfully with a sad smile. They both knew what it meant, what he meant, but couldn't say. Life was moving forward, like it always did and they were forced to move on with it. She moved forward and hugged him as a sob burst through her chest, then another and another.

"I'm so sorry, Georgie. I ran away as soon as I could. I shouldn't have. Please… forgive me." She hiccupped into his chest and sobbed even more when she felt his tears in her hair.

It took them a while to calm down but when they did, he motioned towards the chain in her neck and asked with croaky voice, "You're still wearing it."

Her hand went to the engagement ring which was still there and she whispered softly, "I can't." She didn't need to explain, neither did he ask. They both knew.

"So, who's the guy?" he asked casually and her head snapped towards him and her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

"I've known you half my life, you know?" he said amused when she gaped at him.

She shook her head but answered nonetheless, "I made something out of nothing. I thought he… It was my mistake. It wouldn't have worked anyway." She shrugged.

"It's Stefan's brother, the vampire." He stated and again she gaped at him, bewildered. She hadn't told a single soul, haven't even talked about Damon ever since she came here. How did he know?

"We might not be that close, but you're still my sister." George answered her unanswered question then asked, "Does he make you happy?"

"He did… until he thought that I betrayed him and turned into a devious bastard." She informed and he snorted at the description. "It- it wouldn't have mattered. I've been through more, but he killed Lavender. It was his way to get even. I should've known better."

George replied after a long time. "Ron told me. Athena… I don't know this guy and I'm not saying what he did was correct, but are you sure this is why he killed her?"

"Of course, he did! He wanted to hurt me because apparently, I hurt him. I tried, but he didn't give me a chance to explain. He knew all about me. Knew what I've been through, but he didn't care. He could have stopped her in anyway but he snapped her neck." She all but snarled, eyes filled with anger.

George looked at her and saw the pain in her eyes which he'd become familiar with in the past months. There was an emptiness in her eyes which was worse than his. He had lost his twin, but he still had his family. Athena – her life had been like a game of chess. She had lost everyone she had ever loved – her parents, Sirius, Remus, Cedric, Fred and many other like Tonks, Moody, Lavender and the memory of Hermione's parents, which she thought was her fault. He didn't know much about these vampires, nor did he care about them. But, if he knew anything about Athena, her worst enemy was her bleeding heart and she'll die before she let anyone get hurt, not if she could do anything about it.

From what Ron had told him, Stefan's brother liked Athena and if someone like Ron could see that, there might be some truth in it. Killing comes as easily to vampires as breathing does to humans. George himself had never known about Lavender, apart from the fact that his brother dated her in school. A vampire's first instinct would be to kill anyone who posed a threat to himself or anyone they cared about. In Damon's case, it could have been Stefan and not Athena and he was sure that it was the reason the vampire acted on instinct. He could be wrong in his assumption, but he wanted Athena to be happy and if she had liked someone, there had to be some goodness inside this vampire. She had always taken hasty decisions in her anger and he wanted her to be sure about it. Either that or either to let go completely.

And if it turned out that Damon had deliberately killed Lavender to hurt Athena, well, he'd be at the receiving end of the Weasley's.

Right now, all he wanted was to placate her. So, he pulled his hands up in a placating manner. "I know what he did was wrong and I'm not telling you to forgive him, but I also know that she used the Cruciatus Curse. She was under Imperius. What's to say that she wouldn't have killed you or anyone else for that matter? I want you to accept the fact that he was a muggle and probably had no idea what was happening. He is not a normal muggle. He's a vampire and they're known as dark creatures. Maybe he did it for a different reason than it appeared to you or maybe you're correct. Whatever happened or whatever the reason, either you forgive him or not, I just want you to be happy. Fred would have wanted you to be happy. And it won't happen until you stop blaming yourself for everything. Lavender was killed because of some Death-Eater. It wasn't your fault."

Athena stared at George, angry about bringing Damon into this conversation. He was right. Vampires were dark creatures and Damon hadn't made it a secret that he liked killing. Hell, if he hadn't known her, he would have killed her the first time they met in Mystic Falls. He had told her beforehand that humans were his food and she had accepted the fact easily. After all, all her life she had known about them, even on a personal level. Her father and everyone in their family, apart from Elijah tried to kill her sometime or the other. Maybe she had judged him too harshly. Maybe he didn't do it deliberately, but no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't get the image of him snapping Lavender's neck out of her mind. Couldn't forget the glassy lifeless eyes that stared at her as she fell to the ground like a rag-doll.

No! It didn't matter why Damon did it, she couldn't forgive a killer. Nor could she forget. Not after what her life had taught her.

She cleared her throat and saw George looking at him concerned. She gave him a small smile and said, "Come on! It's time for me to face the music."

Now, she was just waiting for the inquisition.

Salvatore Boarding House

Mystic Falls

"What was that?" Caroline asked, once they reached the boarding house.

Instead of answering her, Damon turned to Elijah and asked, "Have you seen anything like it before?"

"No. It seems like a different kind altogether. How haven't we heard about them before?" Elijah mused. Then he looked at Damon and said, "They're different maybe because they're wizards? We don't know how to deal with them. He could be a problem and even more so if there are more like him."

"These werewolves… they do not carry the wolf gene genetically, instead they turn when they're bitten by a wolf on full moon. And this one, Fenrir Greyback – Athena told me that he's the most ruthless wolf in the world. He doesn't hesitate to bite young kids, even if they're four or five." Damon told them monotonously, lost in his own thoughts. He should have killed the wolf when he had the chance, but then he wouldn't be able to find more about the wizards he's working with. Athena and Stefan weren't there, which he was thankful for.

Caroline cast her panic-stricken eyes on Damon and asked, "Do you think we should've killed him?"

Elijah spoke before Damon could answer, "For once, I agree with Damon. We don't know anything about these people, how powerful they are or why they're here now. Not killing him was the right decision. Now, at least we know that there is another species of werewolves out there. For now, he's locked so we will deal with him tomorrow. Niklaus wouldn't be happy, but maybe it could work for our benefit. The only thing we know is that they want to kill my niece. Which brings me to my next question Mr. Salvatore. Why are they after her?"

Damon's eyes snapped towards Elijah, relieved that at least someone saw sense in what he did and why! But before he could take a relieved sigh, Elijah asked something which did nothing but increase his self-hatred. These people didn't even know about her life, didn't know who Greyback was and why these people had a personal vendetta against her. He was the first person she had trusted enough to show him her memories and he had broken that trust with his insecurities and foolishness.

He stood up and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He took a sip and replied, "It isn't my story to tell. She'll tell you when she's ready."

Caroline frowned. She hadn't seen Damon this thoughtful ever since she'd known him, and Damon protecting Athena's privacy, even from her family increased her curiosity. Shouldn't Elijah know about his niece before Damon or anyone else?

Elijah's eyes narrowed at Damon, but before he could open his mouth to speak, they heard a howl and their eyes widened simultaneously and they froze where they were. They had locked the cellar and it was impossible for anyone to break it, along with the chains he was tied to. It took them a moment to come out of their shocked state.

They heard another howl, closer this time and they were sure it was coming from outside the boarding house. He and Elijah shared a glance, conveying the same message loud and clear. They would have to kill the wolf. And they blurred outside without wasting another second.

There was nothing apart from moonlight, but the werewolf's silhouette was easily seen.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Damon muttered tiredly as soon as his eyes fell on the wolf in front of him. How did he get out of those chains and the cellar, and of course his being here couldn't end well!

The werewolf snarled as his eyes zoomed on the vampires. Just as he took a step closer, Elijah blurred forward, intending to crush its bones, the wolf reared and jumped. One of its long bony arms collided with Elijah, who flew back and crashed into the tree behind them. Caroline and Damon stared as Elijah collided with a tree and they heard a sickening crack, but didn't get much time as the wolf came barrelling towards them, snapping its long jaws. They rushed forward, if one couldn't stop them, maybe together they could, but Fenrir had his eyes only on the black-haired vampire. So, when he saw the girl coming towards him, he held her by the throat and dug his claws into her skin, well aware about the irreversible damage it would cause, especially to a vampire. His only regret in harming the girl was that she was a beauty and he wouldn't be able to enjoy her. As Caroline rushed towards the wolf, Damon blurred towards the nearest tree and had just broken a branch, when Caroline screamed. He cursed when he saw his claws digging into her neck and blood seeping from them. Greyback dropped Caroline and turned towards him, snarling and snapping. The wolf reared and jumped towards the vampire, just as Damon blurred forward and shoved the stake straight into his heart, but not before he felt its teeth digging and tearing a piece of flesh from his shoulder.

The wolf was dead even before he hit the ground, but at the same time, Damon fell to his knees, breathing heavily. He looked up from the dead body of the wolf and at Caroline, who was staring at him with equal amount of dread he was feeling. First, he was confused by her reaction. She wasn't the one with a werewolf bite, but then he noticed the wounds on her neck. The wounds which weren't healing and looked inflamed.

His gaze connected with Caroline once more, but this time, he didn't feel panic like he had felt before. He heard Elijah waking up but he didn't look. His eyes went upwards and he stared at the sky numbly.

EN: Hope you're doing good guys. And for the late update, I fell sick and I quit my job. Life has been tough because of which I haven't been able to reply to any of you. For which I sincerely apologise. But I want to assure you that this story will be completed along with the others.

Now, as to how Greyback got free? Well, it's a spoiler. By the time I am done with this story, everything will be revealed along with other things which are left unexplained. Which had been intentional on my part. There might be 50 chapters in total, a couple of chapters more or less, but I know how this one's going to end. I just ask you to be patient, my loves.

I also want to thank everyone who've supported me and for all the love you've bestowed upon this little story of mine. Your reviews keep me going and are the only thing that made me to write again.

Have a brilliant New Year!

Jan 24th, 2019