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Gregory's P.O.V.

After starting the night arguing with his father Gregory had left the cemetery, killed another fox and now sat in a tree looking up at the stars. There seemed to be more of them three hundred years ago but modern day streetlights seemed to have snuffed most of them out.

Now the comet could be seen approaching the moon. They had a week? Maybe a few days short of a week, to find the Stone of Attamon. His family's hope had began to dwindle at the thought of another three hundred years of wandering through the night, another three hundred years of animal blood, another three hundred years of hiding.

Even Gregory was growing tired of it. He could feel humanity beckoning to him whenever he saw others his age enjoying their lives. Going to parties, out to see the moving pictures or just walking down the street laughing. They didn't have to worry about marriage or their family's reputation. Teenagers these days weren't expected to be young ladies and gentlemen, today they had so much more freedom. That's what Gregory found himself craving.

His thoughts were interrupted when a human girl passed the tree he was in; she appeared to be headed for the cliffs. He wondered what she was trying to get away from. The only thing in that direction was the large manor belonging to that rich family. It seemed like there was a party there tonight, Gregory could hear the music thanks to his bat-like senses.

He didn't know why but he decided to follow the girl. He always seemed to follow his curiosity more than his logic and it often got him into trouble, it was the root of most problems he had with his father but after three hundred years he'd stopped listening to the old man. When he found the human girl again she was standing at the edge of the cliff looking down at the water. Instead of backing away she leaned forward. He didn't think before the words left his mouth.

"Don't do it."

Sera's P.O.V.

Sera immediately turned and drew her bow in the blink of an eye. The boy behind her seemed surprised to see she was armed and stared cautiously at her. The darkness concealed his finer features as he took a few careful steps forward wary of the wooden arrow aimed at him.

"Stay where you are!" she warned, "Don't come closer. I mean it. . ." she tried to think of a threat that would keep him at bay, "I'll step off." she said with uncertainty, mostly she just wanted the boy to keep his distance, but that dark hole was still telling her it was her best option.

"No you won't." he said sure of himself. Sera looked at him both shocked and slightly outraged by his words.

"What do you mean 'No I won't'. Don't pretend to know me! You don't know what I will and won't do!"

"Well, if you really wanted to you would have done it already." He shrugged.

Sera looked at him confused. Normally, she was very good at reading people but this boy she couldn't read at all.

"Go away." she tried to make it sound like a command, tightening her grip on her bowstring.

"Sorry, can't. I'm involved now. You jump and I'll have to jump after you." He said it calmly like he was talking about the weather or cleaning his room.

"You'll die." She warned. He chuckled like there was something funny about him dying. He started removing his jacket revealing a black and yellow striped vest underneath. Sera noticed that he'd taken a few steps closer to her as well. The first thing she could pick up on him – he was sneaky.

"The fall alone will kill you." She continued.

Another chuckle, "It would hurt, but honestly I'm more concerned with the water being cold." She paused thinking over his words. She knew what he was doing, he was trying to distract her. But that didn't stop her from asking,

"How cold?" she let her curiosity get the best of her. The boy shrugged not making eye contact, looking at the water.

"Freezing probably, given the time of year." He took a few more steps closer. "I remember one winter my younger brother fell through some thin ice. I dove in after him of course, and water that cold hits you like a wave of pain. Your body seizes up and you can't breathe, can't move." He shook his head like he was trying to clear it of the bad memory. "Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you." He took the last few steps between them and she almost gasped.

Before he had been concealed by the shadows the large stone pillars cast, but now in the full moonlight she could really see him. His deep red eyes and the dark circles around them. His bluish-grey tinted skin and his spiky black hair – he was a vampire, there was no mistaking it. But why was a vampire trying to save her life? If he wanted her blood he could have easily drained her dry by now. So why was he talking to her so calmly? Especially since he'd just exposed himself, which he was clearly aware of but didn't seem to care about.

"I guess I'm hoping you'll back off the edge and get me off the hook here."

"You're crazy." She accused, vampire or not it was true.

He smirked, "Well, no offense," he leaned forward a bit and Sera's fingers tightened on the bow, "but I'm not the one on the edge of a cliff." Alright, one point vampire boy.

There was a moment of silence before he went on, "Come on, you don't want to do this." He extended his hand and softly gripped her hand that was holding her bow, his skin was cold as ice.

She looked over her shoulder down at the water again, it seemed colder now after his story. She briefly wondered if the brother he'd mentioned was dead now or a vampire like him. After another moment of tense silence she relaxed her arms, her arrow now pointing at the ground. He kept a firm grip as he backed away towing her along by her bow until they were a safe distance from the edge. She turned to face him, he was still staring though he seemed more at ease now, not having a weapon aimed at him.

"I never got your name."

"Sera." She hesitated, "Seraphina." She gave no last name, the vampire would have undoubtedly heard it before.

"Gregory Sackville-Bagg." He introduced himself. This time she chuckled.

"You might have to write that down for me."