Hello Peoples! I am Chicka Chicka back! I've had a bit of a writing boost and written three new chapters! I wont put them out all at once though. Im determined to get this story wrapped up by the start of series 5 or I just know it won't get finnished. (I shall be spending too much time looking at Hal in uniform.)

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Part 5: Visitors

"Be careful! Don't drop that, it's several centuries old!"

I'd been back at the house, my house, for a month. I hadn't killed anyone in thirteen months, this 'living' thing was going well. I'd been very busy in that month, when I got back to the house it was, to be frank, a tip. Dust everywhere. I think Hal had taken me to my word, I had told him I wanted to keep the house and the money so he'd cleared out, moved on to run the city from somewhere else.

So, when I got back, my first call of duty was to find myself some staff, some people who could clear the place up and get it working. I decided to keep with the 'living' theme and employed a staff made entirely of humans, not a member of the undead in sight, apart from myself. I knew I could control myself. Well, sort of. I hadn't had any mishaps for a very long time so I was pretty confident that I wouldn't hurt anyone. I also made them all wear crucifixes, they didn't know why, they just thought I was really religious or something. I must have come across very strange to them with all the blacked out windows and no mirrors but, I was paying them a fair wage so they couldn't complain.

So, it was the month after I had returned and I was redecorating, well, supervising the redecorating. There were lots of paintings of my husband adorning the walls, I'm being quite literal when I say that there were hundreds of them. I was having them moved into the cellar, I didn't want to look at them. Of course, when all the paintings had gone the rooms looked rather empty so I was having everything rearranged. I was just standing, in the middle of the room telling my servants were to put things, I was brilliant, in fact I was having a jolly good time. Then my doorman came in with an announcement.

"My Lady, there is a visitor by the name of Sir Henry Yorke to see you."

Well, that was a surprise.

"Lady Lanrete." He said with a little bow when he entered the room. He looked different. His posture was a little straighter, his clothes a little more expensive but there was something off about him. His smile was just a little too tight.

"I'm Lady Jane Mawer" I corrected him "I always have been and I always will be. But I think we know each other well enough to dispense with the formalities don't you think Hal?"

He frowned but then smiled. "Jane" he said, taking my hand and bushing his lips across the back of it. It wasn't a friendly gesture, it seemed forced, it was a facade. You know, looking back now, I think he always hated me. From the moment his little plan backfired under the willow tree, the moment I had that little bit of power over him. Then, when I gave him London he hated me even more because from then on he was in my debt. Add to that the fact that he was scared of me because I had killed my maker and an Old One, I think it's hardly surprising the way things turned out. The only surprising thing is that I didn't see it coming. But I'm getting side tracked here, where was I? Oh, yes, Hal had come to visit me.

I decided that to play along with this completely amicable meeting of old friends I should ask him how he was doing.

"I'm perfectly fine thank you." He replied. "London's running very smoothly" He added, a little too quickly.

"I'm glad." I said.

"How have you been?" He asked with that crooked smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Well." I said. "Better than well actually, I'm… happy."

Silence fell between us. I wondered how long it would take for him to get onto the real reason for his visit. Hal was watching my servants move furniture around. A frown creased his face.

"You do realise that all of your staff are human?" He said, turning to me.

"Yes, I've decided that from now on that I am no longer mixing with vampires."

"You are a vampire."

"Actually, I think that rather depends on your definition of the word." I said with a smirk, rather proud of myself. Hal looked confused so I elaborated. "If you class a vampire as an undead creature with black eyes and fangs then yes, I suppose I am a vampire, however if you class a vampire as someone who drinks blood then I have to say that I no longer fit that criteria."

"You're clean?" He asked with a laugh and a look of utter disbelief on his face, like a vampire not drinking blood was the most ridiculous thing in the world "No, no I don't believe you, this is some sort of trick, so that I let my guard down and then..." He stopped, he had been about to let something slip. Was it the real reason he was here?

"And then what?" I asked, Hal didn't reply. And then I realised "You think I want London back don't you? You think that now I've got my head straight, I've come back to take what's rightfully mine."

"You could try." He said, meeting my gaze and drawing himself up to his full height. I couldn't stop myself from smiling, he was really scared of me.

"Hal, nothing has changed in the last year, I still don't want London, you can keep it."

"I don't believe you." He said. I laughed, how paranoid could he get?

"Fine, believe me, don't believe me, I don't care. What I do care about on the other hand is that I have made the decision that I want as normal a life as I can get, meaning I no longer want to be around vampires, including you." He narrowed his eyes at me, trying to see some non existent trickery in my words.

"Alright, I'll stay away from you if you stay away from me."

"Deal." I smiled.

"Lady La- Mawer." He said with a nod of his head.

"Sir Henry." I said, copying the gesture.

After Hal left nothing really significant happened for the next three years. I got by. I lived. I didn't have any slip ups, everything was fine but as the time wore on I couldn't help but think that something was missing. Was this it? Was this how things were going to be for the rest of eternity? Eternity was going to be awfully lonely.

It was late one evening, or early one morning I'm not sure but it was some ungodly hour. I was awoken by one of my servants.

"M'Lady, there is a woman at the door requesting that she see you. I told her to come back at a more convenient hour but she was insistent. She seems most distressed."

Somewhat grudgingly, I got dressed and went downstairs with the full intention of telling this woman, in the politest most possible way, to leave me alone so I could sleep.

It was Rebecca.

"Jane." She said when she saw me, "You haven't changed." Unfortunately I couldn't say the same for her. It was like the past three years had aged her by about twenty. Her face was lined and tired, she had heavy purple bags under her eyes and her hair was almost entirely grey, not just the few silver streaks that she had had before. She was shaking, kept glancing over her shoulder and looking nervously around the room. The last time she was here she had been a prisoner. I asked her why she was here.

"I'm, sorry, I know you probably don't want to see me and I really don't want to be here but I need help and you're the only person I can turn to."

"Of course I'll help." I said "What is it? Money or-"

"I need you to come with me."

And of course I did. I did regret how I left her and Em and David. I should have done it differently, perhaps I shouldn't have left at all. What if Rebecca's distress was a result of my leaving? And after everything that they had done for me I had caused that? If that was the case then I owed her my help, whatever it took.

I didn't know what was going on, I asked her but she just shook her head, it was like she couldn't voice it. She was so distressed. When we got to the inn I could see that it had suffered just as much as Rebecca in the last three years. It looked run down, dusty, uncared for. A far cry from the cosy family home that I had known it to be. She showed me into the back, to the room she shared with her husband. And then I could see what had happened.

David was lying propped up in the bed, covered in thread bare blankets. His breathing was ragged and pained, his skin had a sickeningly green tinge to it and his heartbeat was fading. He wouldn't last till morning. It was horrible seeing him like that. David had been the strongest and kindest man I knew. Why do the worst things always happen to the best people? I knew I had said I would help but I had no idea what I could do to make this better.

Em was at her father's bedside, holding his hand, moping his sweat covered brow. She looked up at me when I entered the room. Her hair was longer, her figure had filled out a little, she was growing up. but those weren't the only changes. Her eyes were different, sadder, she was no longer the picture of playful innocence that she had once been. She looked from me to her mother, questioningly.

"Em, you remember Jane, don't you?" Said Rebecca, walking up to the bed side and taking her husband's other hand. Em nodded. "Well, I have some very good news. Jane said she's going to help us, she's going to make your daddy better."

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