Once again, sorry for any historical inaccuracies. I would also like to thank my anonomous reviewers, and I can't thank you in a reply. I love you registered guys too!

Oh so now there's a boy? And a human boy no less! My my, this is too easy. In fact it works out better than I had hoped. Crushing your heart and leaving you will little to "live" for sound much better than simply torturing and killing you. This will be fun. Poor boy doesn't know what he's gotten himself into.

*O*O*O*O*A*D*A*R*K*S*C*E*N*E

"You like to paint?" Juliet asked, surprised.

"Why is it that everyone acts surprised when I say that?" Mason exclaimed. Juliet could tell her was seriously mad, but she still blushed at his comment.

"Well, you just don't really…" she trailed off at the sight of his raised eyebrow "Never mind." He smirked.

"Everyone does that too." Juliet laughed. She loved being with this boy. Hundreds of years of existence, and she had never met anyone that could make her laugh as easily as he did. His warm brown eyes made her think of happier times, times when she could relax and not worry about anything.

"It's okay," he told her, "I understand your confusion. When people think painters, the imagine Da Vinci and the like, not young English boys who work in their father's shop."

Juliet smiled weakly.

"So what do you paint?" she asked.

"Not much in particular. I paint was I feel like." Juliet nodded. "But, enough about me. What do you like to do?"

"Um, well, I do a lot of things. I like to read." His eyebrows went up.

"You like to read?" he asked, surprised. Juliet pursed her lips.

"Don't tell me your one of those people who thinks girls shouldn't be taught how to read."

"No, I'm fine with girls reading, it's just not many do, so you surprised me."

"Hmm, story of life. Back in the Roman times-"

"The Roman times?" he asked, shocked.

"Oh, I mean the Romanian times. Back when my family lived in Romania," she amended rather hurriedly.

"Ah, you may continue."

"Well, no one thought girls should be taught to read, so everyone thought I was a devil or something." Mason smiled and Juliet forced herself to calm down. She had never met anyone this charming. He was ten times cuter than Galileo.

"Well, here we are," Mason said unexpectedly. Juliet looked away from her face and found that they were right outside her family's tavern.

"Oh, well then, thank you Mister Grayback. I enjoyed talking to you."

"Believe me the—"

"Juliet! Is that you?" Alucard was walking towards the door. Juliet glanced at Mason.

"I have to go," she apologized as she lifted her hand from his arm. Before she could get far, Mason grabbed her hand and pulled her close.

"Will I see you again?" Juliet glanced at her father's advancing figure. She nodded. Mason smiled and lifted Juliet's fingers to his lips.

"Farewell Juliet," he said as he let go of her hand and turned around to walk away.

Oh yeah, he was a heck of a lot cuter than Galileo.

*O*H*Y*E*S*H*E*I*S*

"Oh boy. He's got it bad," Mason's father commented as he watched him go about his business cleaning the small shop with a simple straw broom. The small tune Mason had been humming stopped as he looked at his father.

"What do you mean?"

"What's her name, boy?" Mason's jaw dropped and he started to splutter,

"What- how, Father!" His father grinned wickedly.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about Mase. You're in love son. Now, as your father I'm ordering you to tell me what her name is."

Mason mumbled something. The corners of his father's mouth twitched up and he leaned forward.

"Excuse me? I didn't catch that." The tips of Mason's ears were bright red.

"Juliet."

"Mhm, and what's she like?" his father prodded.

Another mumble escaped Mason's burning face.

"Still can't hear you."

"She's amazing," Mason said a little louder.

"Goodness man, trying to get you talk about this girl is like pulling teeth. What does she like? What do her parents do? I assume you met her here."

"Yes, she came to pick up her father's order."

"Come on man, don't hold out on me."

"Father, please." He looked up pleadingly at his father.

"Alright, if you really want," his father conceded. Silence permeated the shop until Mason propped the broom up in a corner and sighed.

"May I go outside father?"

"To go see this Juliet?"

"NO! I just want to walk outside, that's all," he told his father.

"Mhm, sure you do. Go ahead and go, I was just about to close anyways." Mason sighed and shaking his head, walked out the door and into the open air. It didn't smell pleasant, this was London in the early 1700s, but since it had just rained, the air had a special pure tinge to it.

Mason sighed and hunkered down on his haunches. There was no way a girl like Juliet would ever take him seriously. Sure his father ran a jewelers business, but it was very humble and extra money was hard to come by. Not even tavern keepers would allow their daughter to court someone like him.

In fact, he thought as he dipped his finger in a small pool of water, she probably already has quite a few suitors. A girl like her? A man would have to be an idiot not to fall for her. He didn't have a chance. She probably didn't even have a bunch of suitors, but a betrothed! It would likely be best to fogett about her.

But he couldn't.

This is hopeless, he thought to himself. If I continue to think about her, I'll go mad. If I don't, I'll go mad anyways. He sighed in defeat and thought something he would rather die than admit out loud. Father's right. I am hopelessly in love.

That's when everything went black.

*big smile* Please review! And for all of you Malex fans going "Oh no she did not just make him say that!" Get over it! We know they USED to love eachother. I have to work that in. Sorry. Trust me I'd like it better if I didn't have to add it.

Oh and, hands up, who loves the dad?

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