"Did you find your grandmother?" Kerry asked quietly.

Oh no. Why did you ask that? He'll make the connection.

"She hasn't been seen for—" and suddenly he looked up sharply.

At first, Kerry did not understand why he stopped so suddenly, and looked at him, encouraging him to continue. He looked at Michel and Kerry warily now, thinking he might be overanalyzing the situation.

He has no idea how right he partially is, Michel thought bitterly to himself.

"Seth, are you alright?" Michel asked, after it looked like he was putting pieces together. Michel spoke as if he was curious, but concerned. Like an innocent person would be.

Seth was blinking fast, trying to get any bad ideas about them.

Anne suddenly looked at Michel with caution. She sensed the danger. And apparently, so did Luke.

"Are ya gonna go back to the vampire hunters?" Luke asked Seth cockily. Seth had witnessed those four men beating Anne up, and Luke's encouraging comment (as we all know, he was encouraging Seth to be violent) did the opposite what Luke would have wanted.

"Oh, no. Of course not. I simply…I spaced out," Seth finished lamely. He stared at the ground.

Seems like this bond is history now. He looked at Anne. She was definitely too cautious to keep the bond alive.

Should they just get rid of him now?

Well, not in front of Kerry, but she would know why she would suddenly be the most ignorant one about vampires again. She liked this promotion.

Anne looked at Luke and something about her face made Luke smile his sinister smile.

How to describe his sinister smile?

Well, his face darkened just a bit. He would pull an eyebrow up, almost as if he was amused –which he was. Just thinking about anything violent was an adrenaline rush for him. He had a crooked smile. His right side smiled much more higher, while his left side kept a more silent smile.

But the broad, silent smile is what made it so sadistic.

His gray eyes that looked so innocent made it complete: sinister.

Michel remembered the first time he met Luke.

It had been…quite a while ago. Michel had been in Italy trying to find a way to be human again after being a vampire for decades. He didn't like having to kill people for his own consumption. He did not like his inability to have control. For heaven's sake, he would have beaten Napoleon in taking over if he was human, that was how much he was always in control.

Now? He could barely control his thirst. He blamed the man who created him. He blamed his mother for selling him to an unknown man. He blamed himself for being too terrified to prevent what happened to him.

In the village Michel was in, he saw that the sun set early. Or, he woke up earlier than usual and slept less. But that was okay. He liked this village.

Sure, it was very poor, and the hygiene wasn't as it was in his family's house, but he was beginning to learn to curve his thirst. He did not jump at the first person he saw alone in a dark part of his or her stable; he did not get anyone afraid of him as he usually did when someone met his eyes.

Twilight was a beautiful time of day for him. He loved seeing the sun, and always imagined himself and the love of his life –not that he had found her yet—to share the twilight together, and he would get to see its light reflected in her hair, her beautiful hair.

Now, decades later, he was very unemotional, women seemed to only want him because he was devilishly good looking, and they had no idea how close they were when they would describe him in between themselves.

Then, he saw his creator look hungrily at Luke. His hatred towards the man who turned him made Michel want to help this young man. Regardless, he was turned.

An interesting fact: Luke did not have a name. He was a traveling peasant, as was normal at the time, and did not have a name, which even then, was not normal.

Luke was violent even when he was human, and being turned into a vampire was something he did not accept graciously. True, he chose to swallow the blood that would make him immortal, but he didn't even know what was really going on. He was too close to death to think…coherently.

Sharing a common interest, they banded together and killed their creator. Yea, it was horrible of them. They were shunned by the vampiric community for years before they just moved to the New World.

Years later, Luke still didn't have a name. And they simply just stated what they wanted to say, no names needed since they only talked to each other. Well…each other and the people they would drink blood from.

Michel wanted Luke's name to have significance. Lucifer was –and still is, of course—a name for the devil. The Italian version of something similar would be Lucius, but that meant a bringer of light…contradictory, but "Luke" would fit so perfectly.

Michel had found a friend that together could cause mischief, as well as a true friend.

Sadly, Luke fell in love with the South…well, that's what he says. He fell in love with a Southern lady. Young, tenacious, pretty. He continued the archaic ideal of courtly love. Maybe that was why they never got together; or why he never turned her or why he didn't do what was needed to become human again. Michel tried to convince Luke to go to New England with him afterwards, where opportunities were arising. Luke didn't budge for many years.

It hasn't been until recently that Luke has suddenly moved to Buffalo, Michel thought.

"Well then, Seth, we'll drive ya home if ya like," Luke said, pulling Michel away from the memories.

"I'll drive him home," Anne said, slightly protectively.

Luke's smile stayed in place. "Alright," was all he said.

It was moments like these when one wouldn't expect Luke to be so…impatient.

I began to write this right after I finished the last chapter. I wrote more on the sixth (My Birthday!), and again today.

So far, this has been the hardest chapter for me. I hope it doesn't confuse people since I wrote different parts in different days.

Enjoy :)