So I am so sorry for not updating for so long, I've been at home for the last week so my time has been taken up by revision, going out, and fighting with various people (apparently I'm on drugs, either because I spend too much time in my room or because I go out too much. Urgh.)

That's basically why I haven't updated, I just haven't really had the time although this chapter was sitting on my computer for quite a while, I just had to finish the last bit. I'm afraid the updates are probably going to stall for a bit, since I have exams in the next few months, which sadly will have to take precedence. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter, and review if you have anything to say!

(Also, this is a complete side note, but have any of you seen the extra scene on DVD? IT WAS AMAZING! I can't wait for the fanfics that follow. Hopefully.)

George awoke, blood covered and naked, as he opened his eyes wondering where he was, the events of the previous night came back to him. Slowly he lifted his head, and looked around, bloodied limbs lay strewn around the floor and a smile made it's way onto his face. But as his eyes fully focused, he realised that something was wrong when he saw two feet and he lifted his head to see Wyndam staring down at him stoney-faced. His heart beat faster in his chest and the implications of his massacre came back to him.

'George.' The vampire's glare went right through him, and he pushed himself up from the stone floor, resting on his elbows, in a comedically relaxed position. 'I should kill you for what you've done.'

'I hope you do.' Wyndam said nothing for a moment, but beckoned two others, who pulled George up and restrained him.

'Where's the fun in that? No, I think we'll get a little use out of you first, since you seem to like killing so much...' George swallowed nervously, pushing against the men who held him in place.

'What?'

'We're going to use you in dog fights of course, again and again, until you get killed.' Wyndam gave a laugh, a harsh unpleasant noise, and with a wave of his hands beckoned his two henchmen to take their new prisoner to the cell.

–/-

Mitchell knew something was wrong as soon as he saw Tom coming up the stairs from the cellar after the change. He caught Tom and he walked past it to get to the kitchen, and Mitchell halted in his tracks.

'Where's George?' Mitchell asked, peering down the stairs, Tom looked up, wide-eyed and innocent.

''E went to change in the woods.'

'The woods?' Apprehensively Tom nodded. Mitchell felt nervous, there was no way that George would have changed in the woods unless he had a reason, he pulled out his mobile from his pocket and checked it for text messages, there were none.

'Did he say why?'

'Said it was too dangerous for me.' The vampire cocked his head to the side, but moved out of the way to let Tom out. 'It was well nice of 'im to do that.' Mitchell nodded in agreement, too distracted to answer properly, and as Tom walked away he stared at his retreating form.

–/-

Ivan was the last person Hal expected to see walk into the little caf that he and Tom worked at. The usually elegant man looked out of place in the dingy cafe, and Hal looked back nervously to see that Tom had realised that there was a vampire in the cafe. With a slight shake of his head, he signalled that the man wasn't any danger, but widened his eyes slightly trying to hint to Tom that he ought to stay in the back.

'Harry.'

'What are you doing here?' Ivan shook his head and gave a sarcastic tut.

'Now, at least Mitchell can be civil.'

'Mitchell tends to slip slightly more than I do.' Hal resisted the urge to glare. He and Ivan had been friends once, but Ivan's tendency to trouble-make often led to Hal breaking his sobriety.

'Mitchell's more fun than you are too.' Hal didn't say anything for a moment before a bubble of irritation rose up in him.

'What do you want?'

'Just wanted to catch up on old times.'

'I've heard that before.' Hal's fingers drummed against the table top, and Ivan looked down at them.

'How about a spot of luncheon then?' The formal term for lunch was an uncomfortable reminder of the times that he and Ivan had had, but he couldn't deny that a hint of nostalgia wormed its way into his mind.

'Will you leave me alone then?'

'I suppose.' Relenting, Hal looked down and checked his watch, it was almost twelve, so he supposed that he could get off on his lunch shift early, without saying anything he went around to the back and explained to Tom where he was going. Tom did not seem very keen on the idea, but agreed to cover for him anyway, and with that Hal was off after pulling on his jacket.

Once he and Ivan were outside, Ivan lit a cigarette, and offered one to Hal, who accepted.

'Where are we going?' He asked, as they walked along the promenade, and Hal couldn't help but enjoy the nice day, even if what he was doing was dangerous for his abstinence.

'Only nice place in town. It's just down the road.' The two walked in silence for a while, and Hal had to stop himself from running away at least once, Ivan was never good for him, especially when he had been dry for such a long time, but he broke the silence at least. 'You know what I don't understand, why Wales?'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, you could have gone to any place in Britain, and you choose Wales?'

'It's a very long story.' Hal told him as they stepped into the posh hotel, a waiter came up to them and showed them to a table, the actions disrupting Hal's thoughts about Leo and Pearl. Once they had sat down, and taken a browse through the menu, Hal looked up at Ivan. 'Why are you still here?'

'Well, I've been trying to find Daisy for a while,' Ivan paused, clearly upset at the loss of his wife, even if he did let her go around and have sex with other men, something that Hal had never understood. 'Then I found out that this is the vampire hotspot of the world at the moment.'

'World?' Hal asked, slightly nervous.

'Wyndam told me that they're all coming here.'

'Who?'

'The Old Ones.' Hal took a gulp of water from his glass, feeling quite queasy, when he spoke his voice came out in little more than a whisper.

'All of them?'

'Didn't I tell you?' At this moment Hal wanted to get up and run far far away from the table he sat at, run from Wales, run from Britain, run from Europe if that's what it took, but by some strange force he stayed seated.

'No. I don't think you mentioned it.' Ivan nodded, as if the information wasn't incredibly important to Hal.

'So what are you going to have to eat?' He asked, moving away from the topic, Hal was slightly distracted and didn't respond for a moment.

'Not sure.' He couldn't even string a sentence together properly. Or at least he didn't think he could.

'Well. We all know what you'd rather be eating.' A smirk followed the comment, and Hal dismissed him with a wave of his hand, trying not to believe what the other vampire was saying, but of course that was true. 'Where have you been all these years then?'

'Southend-on-Sea, I was living with some friends.' Ivan opened his mouth as if to ask another question, but just before he spoke a phone ringing interrupted him. The tune was one that Hal could briefly remember hearing a while ago, something about how some girl's hips don't lie, but the song was cut short as Ivan picked up the telephone.

'Yes?' There was some murmuring on the other line and Ivan's expression changed from annoyed to shocked, and Hal leaned in slightly, as if to hear what was going on. But the conversation was short, and with a 'see you soon' Ivan put down the telephone. 'I have to go.'

'Why what's happened?' For a moment Ivan did not say anything, but instead grabbed his wine glass and downed it, drawing some odd expressions from the others in the restaurant.

'Werewolves.'

'Werewolves? Who?'

'One of yours. Wyndam wants me to go over.' Hal stared at him, too shocked to say anything, but mimicked Ivan's previous action and downed the water in his glass before standing up.

'I'll come.'

'What? No.'

'I have to.'

'No you don't this has nothing to do-'

'It bloody well does.' The other vampire looked as if he was going to argue, but he relented, and reluctantly allowed Hal to go with him to his car.

–/-

As the car pulled up to Stoker Imports the need to run away came over Hal again, and he noticed that he had recently been feeling that a lot. Perhaps he was trying to tell himself something?

'Alright, come on.' Ivan said to him, as Hal simply sat and stared at the building. He steeled his nerves and walked out of the car to the building, the door opened and he was struck by the fact that limbs and various parts of human bodies were scattered around the place, with one lonely vampire clearing them up. Ivan walked up the stairs towards the place that Hal knew Wyndam was. Hal followed, when they reached the top Wyndam did a bit of a double-take but gave a sardonic smile.

'Back so soon Harry?'

'It's Hal.' He dismissed his comment with a shake of his head.

'I'll always know you as Harry.' The dark haired man appeared to loose interest, and turned to Ivan, ' I need you to sort this out.'

'What? No. I'm no-'

'You'll do what I say; you forget that I am eight-hundred years your senior.' Ivan looked as if he was going to argue, but then he slumped slightly.

'What do you want me to do?'

'Resurrect them.'

'What?' He looked slightly taken aback at the suggestion, and Hal realised what that would entail.

'I want the vampires back.'

'How?'

'However.' For a moment the three didn't say anything, but then he glanced at Hal, and a curious sense of foreboding came over him. 'Since George is their friend, perhaps they should be the ones to?' Hal gave a shake of his head.

'No way. I haven't fed in years, it would kill me.'

'Then you'll just have to feed?' Wyndam began to walk toward Hal, and he found himself stepping back, once he was only a foot away from Hal he spoke again, and Hal almost retched at the putrid copper scent of his breath, but at the same time, Hal knew that scent well, it was the scent of old blood, and he leaned slightly forward no matter how disgusted with himself he was. 'Otherwise, you'll have to say goodbye to your friend.'

'He's not my friend.'

'So you don't mind if we use him in dog fights?' Hal closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

'No.'

'And what about John, what woul-' Wyndam didn't manage to finish his sentence, since he was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. The two men turned and saw Mitchell almost running up. 'Speak of the devil.' Hal heard Wyndam murmur under his breath, and Ivan had remained silent moved towards Mitchell, as if to try and stop him from going towards Wyndam any further.

'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM, YOU BASTARD!'

'I haven't done anything to him, he came here.' With a violent shake of his head Mitchell dismissed Wyndam.

'Why the fuck would he do that then?'

'He's just killed about a dozen of my vampires Mitchell.' The Irish vampire looked as if he was going to say something, but stopped himself, and fixed Wyndam with a curious stare.

'What?'

'He came in here last nigh-'

'Why the hell would he do that?'

'Because he wanted revenge.' Mitchell didn't say anything, but simply looked from Ivan to Hal, who gave a slight incline of his head to show that Wyndam was telling the truth. 'Now, I've just been explaining to Harry here that you have a choice,' Wyndam continued, 'either you resurrect the vampires he decapitated,' he paused, as if for dramatic effect, 'or he's going to be used in dog fights until he dies.' Mitchell didn't say anything for a moment, but the expression on his face showed the feelings he was having.

'Are you mental? Do you realise wha' that'll mean? Twelve vampires?'

'Exactly John.' The battle of emotions was played out on his face, and Hal watched as his emotions changed from anger, to bewilderment, finally settling of one of resolve.

'Fine.' Wyndam gave a smile, before turning back to Hal.

'And what about you, Harry?' For a moment Hal thought of running, but he couldn't, not with Mitchell standing right there, he bit his lip, but steeled himself.

'So be it.'