Sorry for keeping the ambiance so dark!

But! I have a hella funny thing to share:

[Rant]: "OMG! When I found out they were having a kid, I was all 'WHAT?! How did he get it up without blood in his veins or a beating heart?!?! And what about his sperm? Isn't it supposed to be dead like the rest of his cells?!?!'" -AiDeeKay

[Response]: "And OMG you did NOT just say that. LMFAO. wow." -(if she wants to reveal her name, she will tell me, and I will tell you who it was in the next chapter!)

Michel didn't say anything. He couldn't. He was too selfish to risk losing her, especially not because of a vampire hunter. He sighed; he had to tell her, though maybe not as bluntly. "I guess you have some thinking to do. If you change your mind with helping me get rid of the rest of Brockport's vampire hunters, I understand."

Kerry looked shocked. She didn't know what to do. How could the events turn out this way? Despite her shock, she managed to nod, but something brought her back. "Are you leaving?" she asked, her voice worried.

He looked at her, but didn't say anything. He wrapped an arm around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. For now, he would stay with her.

This might be his last moment with her…ever.

They continued to watch the movie, though they were both far from actually concentrating on what was going on. Something about a guy getting his entrails removed but a butcher's knife—something or other. The movie only lasted thirty more minutes, and for once in a long time, time went by too fast.

Usually, time seemed to slow, as he was aware of the milliseconds that went by, but usually, a second seemed to pass in one millisecond; time was not a firm dimension for Michel. It had a mind of its own, something he did not appreciate at the moment.

Kerry grabbed Michel's hand, and he let her. They were serious the rest of the night, and he wouldn't deviate from that. He knew she was going to have a hard time deciding; Kerry was one that was comfortable with her humanity, with the bonds she has with the people, her family, and the city.

But, she doesn't want me to go, he thought to himself, as Kerry grabbed his hand tighter when he subconsciously pulled his hand away to check the time. He wanted to make sure he didn't miss his meeting with Anna and Seth, even if Seth was still somewhat oblivious to the whole scenario, but he didn't want to leave Kerry. He didn't want to be too cocky, like he was last time, and risk losing her again, and this time to a vampire hunter.

It was nearing one in the morning and the triple date didn't seem close to closure. Luke seemed to be getting into the date; he would probably be feeding tonight, and maybe not even stop at that.

Before Michel could appreciate he still had some humor in him, Luke pretended to freak out. "Oh man," he said, as though he were a college student remembering his term paper was due the next day—and he hadn't even started yet.

"Oh man, oh man, oh man," he said, and turned to Michel. "Anthony," he said, remembering the alias Michel has strictly told him about when he returned to Brockport, "A and Seth are waiting for us."

Gee, you couldn't come up with something else? Like two different names? Or a different reason.

"Sì, lo so, regola numero uno, ma abbiamo bisogno di andare ora," he said, trying to leave quickly, and his sudden "realization" was as close as he could get to lying.

He always sucked at lying anyways, Michel thought to himself, endearment and frustration towards his younger sibling figure. "Merde," he said under his breath where only Kerry, Luke, and unfortunately, Alex could hear.

Kerry didn't seem to want to let go anytime soon, in fact, she held his hand tighter. "Do you want to go with us?" he asked her, not really meaning it. He was offering himself, just like at Marsala's house, and he seemed to find a pattern in this: every time he wanted to admit his true feelings, something got in the way; something or someone.

She didn't need to think about it. She nodded, got up, and said to Nelle, "I'll see you later guys. Don't wait for me." Luke seemed a bit reluctant to leave Jenna; he wanted to feed…and other things.

While Michel and Kerry distanced themselves out of earshot, Michel, never looking at her, asked, "What brings this?"

Kerry stood quiet for a moment, and then said, "I want to see if Alex had anything to do with Anna and Seth the other day."

He looked at her then, black amusement in his eyes. She wanted to clear her friend's name before she decided. Oh, he definitely saw a pattern now. He refrained from smiling; it was over a "vampire thing," and she wouldn't get it.

"What?" she asked, just as he heard Luke telling Jenna, "I'm really sorry, but I have to go," and then whispering in her ear, "Maybe we can finish this another time?" It quickly followed a quickening heartbeat, with an assured "yes."

"I can't really let you go if you want to clear a vampire hunter's name," he said seriously.

"And why not?" she asked, her old attitude catching up with her now that the initial shock of his comeback was gone.

He looked at her, wanting to tell her, but at the same time, not wanting to. Instincts since he was reborn kicked in.

She shook his hand, "Tell me why not," she repeated, searching futilely in his eyes.

They stood like that until Luke came up to them, in which Kerry sighed and broke eye contact.

"Stay with them if you want," he told her.

"I want to be with you," she said flat out.

Despite the warmth it made him feel, he smiled as if amused. "Alright then, let's go," as they headed back to the Victorian house so that they could get his car and drive to Bergen Swamp once again.

He couldn't tell her tonight. How could he? She would most certainly hate him if he did.

He couldn't trust anyone with what he was told a while ago, one of the pretexts he used to come back to Brockport and see Kerry, not even to Luke. He was a bit too sincere for this kind of tenuous situation.

He remembered Anna admitted to him that one of the vampire hunters was a woman, and that she seemed to be a college student, and that she lived in the same neighborhood as Luke and Kerry.

Did she know about him, or Luke, or Kerry's association with vampires? Would she make a move? He didn't want Luke in there, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he died because of him.

The car ride to Bergen Swamp was quiet and intensely suffocating. He was aware that Kerry began to ask questions a few minutes before they got there. "What are you thinking?" "How do you know Alex is indeed a vampire hunter?" "Are you going to ignore my questions?"

He let a few minutes go by before he answered. He didn't want to deal with anything at the moment, but he had to ensure the safety of vampires in the area; if there wasn't a problem, he would have taken Kerry as his a long time ago, quick to capitalize in any weak spots she would have and make her into a vampire.

"I don't like the fact that I basically implanted my friend into vampire hunters' nest. He seemed to evaluate Luke and me when we were talking, and Luke had a natural aversion to him; he usually has good instincts. And I don't ignore your questions. They just sometimes go unanswered," he said, not bothering with transition. This situation was getting old fast. He hated having to get rid of vampire hunters. It got in the way of his goals, and take him that much longer to complete it.

"Did you say 'vampire hunters' nest,' as in 'more than one vampire hunter?'" she asked, her breath hitching. He could relate to what she was going through: there are more?

"I think so," he said. He knew she was waiting for more, but he didn't give her any more details.

She took a deep breath, and asked him what he didn't want her to ask: "Who is it?"

He looked at her for a long minute, not answering, and showing no intention to. Her eyes subconsciously pleaded, but he didn't budge. After another long minute, he returned his attention to the road.

Luke was very quiet for himself. Michel could bet his entire fortune that Luke was going to do something against the vampire hunters. Nothing held him back anymore; he could plan the night away and have nothing to lose.

Michel didn't need to remind himself that he had everything to lose.

They arrived at Bergen Swamp quickly after a few more minutes of aggravating silence.

I updated! Shoutout time!

Angelkrow666: I'm glad you like my Michel's smart-mouthyness. And don't worry, I won't make he whole thing predictable :)

courtingu: I'm glad you like my story! I hope this chapter's lenght is a little more to you liking :)

MythStar Black Dragon/Maria: Sorry! At least I didn't use "ever" this time?...Don't worry. I'll make a lighter ambiance on the next chapter...I hope :)

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