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A/N – Unfortunately, I won't be updating for a while, guys. Due to me going on holiday :') But don't worry, as SOON as I get back, I'll post a new chapter. Please don't think that I'm abandoning this story, because I'm not! Nobody likes an unfinished story, after all :)

On with chapter twenty-three! ~

The awkward silence that followed after those three words was the worst I'd ever endured. I wanted so badly to shake him, to get him out of this…infatuation he had on me. Aaron couldn't love me. He couldn't. He was just upset – lost – because of the death of his mate.

I carefully peeled his hands off my face, and smiled sadly at him. "Aaron…I think you need some sleep. You're not really –"

"No!" He shouted, surprising me at his firmness. "I love you, Rosalie. Why can't you see that?"

I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples. "Aaron. You. Do. Not. Love. Me," I argued, "It's just a little crush, okay? You'll get over it." Aaron shook his head, and I swallowed in shock when I saw his sea-green eyes tearing up. I'd never seen him cry before.

"Tell me something, Rose," Aaron whispered, his voice cracking a little. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" I frowned, and looked away guiltily when a few tears leaked from his forest orbs.

"No. I don't believe in it," I answered bluntly, flickering my gaze up to his face again. Sure, when I'd first met Godric – the night I'd been "pulled" to him by our bond – we became immediate friends. But I hadn't fallen in love with him at first sight – actually, at first, I'd found him slightly creepy and possessive. Unfortunately, I didn't think that possessive streak of his would ever go away – but my point is, I'd fallen in love with him over time. I didn't believe in love at first sight.

"I do," Aaron insisted. My eyes widened in fear when he wrapped his strong arms around my waist, and pushed me backwards, until I felt my back hit against the cool stone of the hallway wall.

"Aaron," I croaked, unsure. "Stop it."

He ignored my plea. "I fell the moment I saw your beautiful face in my kitchen," He breathed, gazing down at me lovingly as he inched closer. His lips brushed softly against my jaw, and one of his hands flittered up to caress my cheek. I pushed into his rock-hard chest roughly, but he didn't budge – his grip around my waist just tightened.

Aaron pushed himself against me, his sturdy body trapping me between him and the cold wall. My breath quickened in fear, and panic soared through my veins. Where's Godric when you need him?!

Then, suddenly, his mouth latched against mine. I kept my lips shut, but his tongue prodded demandingly, wanting entrance. He kept me trapped with his body, but his hands wove upwards to bury in my hair, where he held the back of my head in his hands, forcing my mouth harder against his.

"Rosalie…" Aaron groaned against my lips, his voice slightly muffled. "Kiss me." He attacked my swollen mouth ferociously, desperately. But I still did not let his tongue in. I would not betray Godric.

Suddenly, Aaron was thrown off me rather violently. He fell to the floor with a thump, and his limp body skidded on the floor, before stopping and crashing in a heap up against the wall opposite. I stared in surprise at a very angry Rory, (who, thankfully, was now in clothes).

"You idiot!" He roared at Aaron, his loud voice echoing down the halls. Aaron looked up lazily at Rory, before flickering his gaze over to me, and his eyes softened. I supressed a sigh when he assessed me lovingly. His mouth curved up into a dazed smile, and he tenderly touched his mouth, as if feeling the invisible print of my lips.

Aaron held out his arm, and beckoned to me, before pushing himself up onto the wall. "Come here," He ordered me softly, his mouth still pulled into a smile. "I hate not being near you, Rosalie."

Rory stomped over to him, and Aaron snapped his gaze up to him, frowning. Rory slapped his viciously over the head, and Aaron bent down, clutching at his assaulted head. "Oh, get over yourself!" Rory hissed venomously. "You're a lovesick fool!"

"Shut up," Aaron whispered up at him, his eyes burning with hatred. He looked over at me again, and brought his arm out again. "Come sit in my lap, Rosalie," He demanded forcefully. Rory growled, and attempted to strike him again, but this time, Aaron caught his hand.

"Stop hitting me," Aaron ground out. "Just let me be with my love." Rory snatched his hand out his grasp.

"Don't you get it, Aaron?" Rory cried, incredulous. "Rosalie has a mate. You can't separate a mated pair! You should know this better than anyone!" He flung his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Rose will feel physical and emotional pain if you keep dividing her from Godric like this…"

"Then I will make her forget all the pain," Aaron insisted, standing up. Rory was slightly taller than him, but Aaron's muscly body made him more intimidating. "If I could do it, Rose can. Can't you see that we're perfect for each other? Both of us – with lost mates – we're so alike!"

I felt obliged to inform him that I hadn't "lost" Godric, but I kept my mouth shut. That comment probably wouldn't lead anywhere good, and Aaron might have gotten ideas. Not that he could harm Godric anyway, but still.

"If you don't stop this, Godric will rip your head off," Rory warned him lowly, leering over him. "And I mean that literally."

Aaron scoffed, and shoved Rory away. "I'm not scared of that bloodsucker," He spat, and started to advance towards me. Rory yelled after him, but the blonde chef just ignored him. I looked at him in shock, unable to form any words. Aaron just grinned as he walked towards me, his sea-green eyes sparkling.

However, before he could reach me again, there was a whoosh of cold air, and a deep, feral snarl bounced off the walls, echoing through the deserted hallway. Suddenly, Godric was in front of me, with Aaron in a chokehold. The scene was all too familiar.

This time, however, Aaron wasn't angry. He was still smiling, grinning. It was slightly creepy, and I shivered involuntarily when his eyes landed on me, his gaze hungry. His eyes roamed back over to Godric. I could see Godric's frame shaking with uncontrollable rage.

"She'll come to me eventually," Aaron told Godric, laughing. "I'll have her, Godric. Soon."

Godric roared in rage, and threw Aaron like he weighed nothing. He went soaring down the hallway, and I heard the unmistakable sound of things crashing and breaking as his body impacted with something down the hall.

"You will never ever have my Rose, ever!" Godric's voice boomed down the hall, his furious tone ringing in our eardrums. Godric flashed down the hall, and I whimpered when I heard cries of pain, and angrier yelling from Godric. It creeped me out even more, when I heard Aaron's bursts of crazed laughter, that I started to shake. Everything was going downhill, now. Godric always seemed to be getting angry, Aaron always seemed to be getting hurt…

I felt a comforting arm sling over my shoulder, and I looked up to see the concerned faces of the triplets. I flinched when I heard something cracking, and a scream of agony. After each and every scream or yell from Aaron, I heard his panting laughs, and his haunting words. "I will have the one I love!"

Tears streamed down my face in thin rivulets, and Alex patted my back comfortingly. "What's wrong with him?" I cried to the trio. "Aaron…he's not himself." The three of them exchanged glances, before looking back at me worriedly. I swallowed back a sob. "Is he really in love with me?"

"Yes," Audrey sighed wearily. "Yes, he's in love with you."

"But why is he acting like this?" I whispered brokenly. "He sounds almost…crazy." The three of them let out long breaths.

"You aren't far off from that statement," Amber answered, and I looked at her in wide-eyed shock. "When a mate loses his bonded…he or she goes slightly...well –"

"Maniacal," Alex finished, and I shuddered.

"But he seemed pretty normal when I first met him," I insisted, although I wasn't so sure when I heard another demented, barking laugh, and the sound of glass crashing.

"Oh, trust me," Audrey sighed, "Before you came along, he was mad. Aaron used to mutter to himself all the time." Alex and Amber nodded seriously.

"I used to see him holding long conversations with himself," Amber mumbled. "Believe us, before you came along – that boy was mentally unstable. Still is."

"But his madness was pushed away when he saw you," Alex added, "That's why I got so worried when he first saw you in the kitchen. He didn't act out of place or crazy like he always did. I knew something was up."

"And now that Aaron has fallen in love with you, he will do…absolutely anything to get you," Audrey finished, "And with Godric being in the way, his unstable condition is getting worse…"

I gulped. "Well, what do we do to make him…normal?" I squeaked out. Amber shook her head, sighing.

"We can't," She sighed sadly. "Unless…"

"Unless?" I asked worriedly, flinching when I heard Aaron scream out my name. The triplets exchanged nervous glances, and they spoke in unison.

"…Unless you fall in love with him."

I furrowed my brow, and folded my arms. I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding, and eyed the three sisters cautiously. "But I don't love him," I insisted. "As a friend, maybe, but not like…that."

"That's exactly why he's losing it," Alex piped up, "Because he knows that you don't feel the way he does." I sagged, depressed. What was I supposed to do? Aaron, a half-crazy boy who'd lost his mate, was hopelessly in love with me. And the only way to make him somewhat normal again, was if I was to return his feelings. And I knew I couldn't do that – because I loved Godric.

Argh! Why did this all have to be so complicated? Why did he have to go and fall for me? I choked back another sob when I heard Aaron's cries of pain float down the hallway. I didn't love him, but he was my friend. I couldn't let Godric keep battering him like this!

I started to walk down the darkened hallway, but I was pulled back by Alex. "What are you doing, Rosalie?" She whispered harshly, afraid. "You can't go down there."

"You won't like what you see," Amber cut in, and Audrey nodded seriously. "I've never seen Master Godric so angry. You'd be best to stay away for now."

I flung my hands up in frustration. "But I can't just let him beat Aaron up like this!" I exclaimed, exasperated. Another crash and scream followed my words. "I've got to stop him! I'm the only one who can!"

I turned around, and ran down the hallway, leaving the triplets. I sprinted down the hallway, carefully manoeuvring my way around the broken pieces of glass and furniture as I went. I tried to ignore the small splotches of blood on the wall to my right, but it was impossible. Just looking at it brought horrifying pictures to my mind.

Eventually I found them. I was slightly surprised to see that Aaron was still conscious. Godric had him in a chokehold, and was holding him up against the wall. Aaron was clawing at his neck, trying desperately to unlatch his death grip. I watched in mute horror as Godric punched Aaron mercilessly in the stomach.

Aaron looked terrible. His face was cut and scratched, his nose broken, his bottom lip was bruised and bloody, and his blonde hair was a tangled mess. His shirt was ripped slightly, showing off some of his tanned, lean muscles underneath. Despite it all, I tried not to stare at his abs, so much so, that I was almost ashamed. Red, scarlet blood trickled down his arms, and dripped silently onto the bloody carpet below him.

Drip, drip, drip.

It looked like something out of a horror movie. Of course, there wasn't a single scratch on Godric. His skin was the same as it had always been: smooth, pale and flawless. I noticed that his fangs were out, and that his once bluish-grey eyes were now black with rage. He looked like an evil monster, and I found myself…afraid of being in his presence.

I was about to turn back around, and run for the safety of my room – where I could snuggle up in my sheets and pretend that none of this happened tonight – but of course, I never got my way.

"Rosalie," Aaron's voice croaked over to me. My dark orbs widened in shock, and I took a step back when Godric turned a little to look at me. He growled like a tiger, and snapped his head back to Aaron, sending another violent blow to his abdomen.

"Do not dare address my mate," Godric hissed venomously, "She wants nothing to do with you." Aaron looked over at me, and I watched, shivering slightly, when another grin stretched onto his handsome face.

"Ah, but she loves me," Aaron sighed dreamily, almost crazily. "I know she does. My Rosalie loves me more than she'll ever love you, you bloodsu –"

A vicious slap to the face. "Fool!" Godric roared. "She is my Rosalie! And she does not love you!"

Aaron let out a bark of laughter. "Maybe that's true, Godric," He said quietly, still smiling, "But she'll want me someday. I know she will. When Rose gets tired of being a bloodbag, I'll be there to steal her out of your cold, fucking dead arms."

There was a sickening crack, and Aaron was unconscious. Godric had sent a final blow to his temple, leaving him hanging limply in his chokehold – bruised, bloody and beaten. Godric unlatched his hand, and let Aaron crumple to the bloody carpet. He stepped back, and assessed the blonde with disgust.

"He will never learn," Godric spat. I stood there, unsure of whether to go over and check to see if Aaron was alright, or console Godric. In truth, I was slightly afraid of my vampire mate right now. After all, I had just seen him beat up my friend, almost to the point of death.

Godric, sensing my fear, swivelled round. He frowned deeply, and marched over to me. I gulped nervously, and stepped back a bit more, my heart racing madly. He looked really scary right now, actually. What, with his eyes as black as peat pools, and his sharp fangs protruding over his bloody lips like steely knives.

He stretched out his arms, as if to wrap me up in a hug, but I stepped away again. Godric growled deeply in his throat, the sound reverberating off the walls, and echoing down the gloomy hallway. "Come here, my love," He croaked. I shook my head. Godric bared his teeth in fury. "I said, come here."

"Godric," I said, hating how squeaky and cowardly my voice sounded, "You look…really frightening right now." Godric frowned again, and I watched as he slowly brought his hands up to his face. His black eyes seemed to widen as his fingers brushed over his fangs.

"They feel sharper," He said to more himself. "I am…hungry. Why am I always hungry more and more now?" Godric turned to look at me, and suddenly, he was right in front of my face, and my back was against the wall. I sucked in a breath.

"It is you," Godric breathed incredulously.

"It's…me?" I squeaked, unsure what he was going on about. Godric shook his head in disbelief, and brought his hand up to gently caress my cheek. Before I could stop my actions, I was leaning into his hand, sighing. I liked this gentle Godric. Not the one that beats and growls.

"I am two-thousand years old," Godric whispered, as if I already didn't know that. "I used to be able to last weeks without a drop of blood. But you…you make me hungry all the time. I feel like a newborn around you."

I furrowed my brow. "You're saying…that you need more blood, because of me?" I inquired, curious. Godric nodded slowly. "But why?" I asked.

"Your blood is like a drug to me," He sighed dreamily. "Absolutely delicious. Better than any blood I have ever tasted. Being around you makes me want more…" He leaned in, and inhaled deeply, groaning in want. His hands moved down to curl around my waist, holding me in place so he could kiss the spot where my pulse was beating madly in my neck.

"Will this…blood craze of yours go away?" I asked, my voice wavering. Godric chuckled darkly.

"Oh no. A vampire's blood lust never goes away. Not even the most ancient vampires can achieve that," Godric answered. "But we can learn to control it." He sucked gently at my neck, and I had to wonder whether he'd leave a hicky there. I hoped not. But I had a feeling that Godric liked to leave whatever mark of him on me that he could.

I pushed him away gently, and let out a sigh of relief when I saw his face. His fangs had retracted, and his eyes were their normal, beautiful bluish-grey that I so dearly loved. "Much better," I sighed wearily. Godric looked at me curiously.

"Whatever do you mean, my love?" He asked, his hands gently massaging up and down my bare arms. I touched his face softly, and watched as a smile grew on his pale face.

"You look normal again," I answered happily. "No more scary, black eyes, and long fangs." Godric chuckled deeply, and carefully took my hand from his face. He yanked me into him, and suddenly, his lips were moulded against mine. I sighed into the kiss. I loved how passionate his kisses were – they weren't desperate, or needy like Aaron's. They were soft, gentle, and full of passion. Sometimes, they could be dominating kisses – harsh, full of fury, and animalistic. I liked both sides.

I scoffed internally to myself. Since when did I become such a soppy drama queen? I sounded like a lovesick, hormonal teenager. I cringed slightly when I realised, that really, I was a lovesick hormonal teenager.

Suddenly, an alarming thought flew into my head. I pushed him away again so I could speak, and Godric growled disapprovingly. He obviously didn't like being interrupted during these…sessions.

"Aaron doesn't need to go to the hospital, does he?" I asked suddenly. Godric snarled deeply.

"Not him again," He grunted furiously. He wrapped me tighter against him, as if he could somehow hug my worry for Aaron out of my mind. "Leave him be. He is fine." I took a good step back, and crossed my arms, giving a look that said, "really?"

I pointed over to his limp body. "Does he look fine to you?" I asked, and Godric muttered under his breath, not meeting my eyes. God, he could act like such a kid sometimes…

Suddenly, Godric snapped his fingers. A vampire with long, flaming hair appeared in a flash by his side. My eyes widened in shock. Where did he come from?!

"Take…Aaron," Godric spat out his name like it was poison, "To the infirmary. Wake up the humans, and make sure they treat him properly." I saw that Godric was forcing himself to say the last sentence, but I was happy that he wasn't just leaving Aaron in a broken heap – no matter how crazy the blonde chef was.

The red-haired vampire flashed over to Aaron, and picked him up effortlessly in his arms. Before he could leave for the infirmary, however, Godric whispered something in his ear. I couldn't catch what he said exactly, but I was sure I heard him say, "strap the boy to his bed".

I was slightly horrified at this, but, the more I thought about it, the more I realised that it might be a good idea. After all, Aaron was exactly stable at the moment. And we didn't need him roaming the hallways in that state…

The vampire with Aaron in his arms smirked and nodded. Before he left, the vampire winked at me. "See ya, sweetheart," He said, and I sent him a nervous smile. He grinned, and left in a whoosh of air.

"Are all the vampires in this mansion creepily perverted, or is that just me?" I asked, and Godric chuckled.

"Not "creepily perverted"," He said, shaking his head. "More like bloodthirsty."

I nodded my head. "Mmm, because that makes things much better," I replied sarcastically, and Godric laughed loudly.

I woke up the next morning to a smiling Godric. He grinned happily, and brought me closer to him in the bed. "Good morning, my Rose," He whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I frowned.

"You shouldn't be awake," I pointed out dryly. Godric rested his chin on my head, still hugging me closely. "You'll get the bleeds."

Godric inhaled the scent of my hair, and snuggled into the mussed up, dark locks. "I do not care," He answered nonchalantly. "I will sleep when I want to sleep." I groaned softly, and amused myself by tracing the exotic, blue tattoos on his muscled arm.

It was about twenty minutes later that I asked, "Are you asleep yet?"

No reply. I grinned in triumph. Godric was asleep! My stomach rumbled loudly in appraisal, and I knew my first stop would be the wonderful haven known as the kitchen. Carefully, I unwound Godric's strong grip from my waist, and clambered slowly out of bed. I froze, when I heard Godric stir. I looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief. Still asleep.

I giggled quietly when I heard him murmur something about roses and how they reminded him of his "dark-haired, fiery Rose". I was beginning to wonder just what on earth he was dreaming about…

I quickly threw on some clothes: a white tank top, brown shorts, and a pair of light flip-flops. I was going for the carefree, casual look today. None of those flowery, horrible dresses that I was forced to squeeze on. Once I was appropriately dressed, with my hair brushed and teeth cleaned, I made my way out of my room.

I felt rather proud that I managed to find the kitchen with no trouble at all, (Okay, fine, so maybe I took a wrong turn or two a couple of times). But I still felt smug as I waltzed into the kitchen, and took a seat on one of the stools.

My stomach dropped when I realised that Aaron wasn't here. I had almost expected him to be there, cooking my eggs, with a flirty smile on his face. I shook my head. Having thoughts about him was not healthy for me. I stood up, and decided to make my own breakfast this morning.

As I was rummaging through the cupboards, looking for a frying pan, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I jolted upwards in fright, and spun round. An old woman stood there, smiling.

"Hello, dearie," She greeted. "Eggs for today?" She started to bustle about, collecting eggs from the fridge, and grabbing a pack of butter while she was at it. I just stood there, dumfounded.

"Are you…um, the new chef?" I asked, unsure. She shot me a smile, and proceeded to scoop up a dollop of yellowy butter, and dump it in the pan. I watched it as it started to sizzle, the smell of melted butter wafting through the kitchen. The old woman then cracked an egg into the frying pan.

"While Master Aaron is being treated in the infirmary, I will take his place," She replied, nodding. I was about to go sit back down, when something she said made me curious.

"Master Aaron?" I inquired, curious. "Why do you call him that?" The lady laughed, cracked another egg, and stirred it around with fork (I noticed that it was in fact stainless steel, not silver).

"Well, he is the head chef," She replied, as though it was obvious. I raised an eyebrow. Aaron had only ever told me he was a chef. I never knew he was the bloody head chef! The old lady sighed, and started to hum a tune. "Not to worry, though dear. We can still cook up a wonderful breakfast for you."

All this thinking of Aaron made me wonder whether I should visit him at the infirmary. It appeared that Aaron's workers didn't know of his unstable condition – they probably thought he'd only injured himself. I sighed, knowing that I had to go see him at some point. I wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea – I mean, last time I visited him, he kissed me – and then got brutally beaten up. You can see why I was having doubts about going to see him. I was like a danger magnet for him.

As I ate my breakfast, I thought over my options. Should I go to see Aaron? It occurred to me suddenly, that he might have still been unconscious. I nodded slowly to myself. If he wasn't awake, then he couldn't make any moves on me. Well, it's not like he could, even if he was awake. After all, Godric had had the brilliant plan of strapping him down to the bed…

Suddenly, I felt someone tapping my shoulder for the second time that day. Irritated, I swivelled round in my seat to see a nervous looking young maid holding out a phone to me. "M-Mistress, a woman called Sookie Stackhouse wants a word with you," She said, and I instantly perked up.

What was Sook calling me for? I hoped it wasn't anything bad. I carefully took the phone out of the girl's hand, and I watched as she scurried away. As soon as I lifted the phone up to my ear, and uttered the words "hello?" I heard Sookie's frantic yelling.

"Rose!" She screeched. I held the phone out, wincing at the loudness that nearly shattered my poor eardrums. Cautiously, I put the phone back to my ear.

"Yes?" I asked slowly. "What is it, Sookie? Is there something wrong?"

I frowned when I heard her sobbing through the line. "It's…It's Bill," She said, her voice wavering. "He's gone."

"Gone?" I said, bewildered. "What do you mean, gone?"

"L-last night…at the restaurant, h-he proposed to me, b-but –"

"HA!" I yelled through the phone, and instantly quietened down when a few older maids shot me disapproving looks. "I knew it! I knew he was going to propose! I mean, why else would the old coot take you to fancy- schmancy restaurant, and buy you a dress probably worth diamonds? I –"

"Rosalie," Sookie said quietly. I stopped my rant, confused, when I heard the utter despair and brokenness in her tone. "He was kidnapped straight after…"

My blood ran cold. "Kidnapped? By who? Did you see who –"

"No. N-no," Sook whispered, breaking down in sobs again. I shushed her down, and calmed her until she could control the heartwrenching sobs. "I went to the bathroom – I needed to think over his proposal. I mean, you know me, Rose. I could never just accept something like that, without thinking over it…"

I agreed. Sookie continued to tell me what happened – how she realised she actually wanted to marry Bill, and walking out of the bathroom, only to find the restaurant in ruin.

"The tables and chairs were turned over, and he was gone. Just…gone," Sookie explained, exasperated. I frowned.

"Did you get help?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," Sook sighed, "I called the police to the restaurant straight after. They weren't much help, though, so I went over to get help from Eric." At this, I raised a skeptical eyebrow. Eric? As in Eric Northman? Helping somebody?!

"He wouldn't tell me much, though," Sookie explained, and I nodded in understanding. Obviously, I should have known blondie wouldn't help. He was a self-centred, irritating, annoying asshole at the best of times. "I've got reason to believe that werewolves kidnapped Bill."

Werewolves. Fucking werewolves. Fantastic.

"Okay," I sighed, rubbing my temples.

"What?" Sookie sounded shocked. "You aren't surprised that things like werewolves exist?" She asked, incredulous. I let out a harsh laugh.

"Sook. My god, if you knew how much about the supes I've learnt in the past week, you wouldn't be so surprised. Trust me," I assured her. "Now. What are you going to do with this whole werewolf-fiasco?"

"I don't know," She admitted. "Eric didn't tell me much about them. I had a feeling he was holding back, though. Oh well. I'm still trying to get leads…"

I sighed. "Well, would you like me to come over?" I asked, ready to find Rory, and drag him out to the car, whether he bloody liked it or not.

"No, it's alright sweetheart," Sookie said, her voice still sounding a little broken. "When I get a lead, I'll call you again, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed hesitantly. "Just be careful, alright?" We both hung up after that. I put the phone on the tabletop counter, and rested my head in my hands. First this shit with Aaron, now Bill. Why would werewolves want Bill? There was something fishy going on, and to be honest, I wanted absolutely nothing to with it.

But Sook was in trouble. And if it involved my sister, then it involved me – no matter how much I despised the situation.

I sighed wearily, and left my half-eaten eggs, not feeling hungry anymore. I walked out of the kitchen, deciding on visiting the infirmary. I passed a maid cleaning the floors, and asked her for directions. Following her detailed description, I made my way to see Aaron.

What's going to happen?! :o Even I don't know! (Okay, fine, maybe I do. I'm just making it more…suspenseful. Jeez).

Anyway, I shall post chappie twenty-four after my holiday! See you guys then:)