Crow stared at Clive's unconscious body. He could smell the blood, and all he had to do was rip off the bandages and tear the stitches away then feast like he'd never feasted before. Undoubtedly, he would kill Clive in the process.

He did not want a dead body on his hands. Maybe he could draw blood from elsewhere, perhaps from Clive's arm. Crow's hunger took over and he grabbed Clive's wrist, his fangs sinking in. Clive woke up instantly and stared at Crow for a few horrible moments before fumbling for his gun.

"Let go," Clive hissed. Crow was still drinking. The blood was addictive, like a drug that he needed to survive. "LET GO!" Clive released the safety catch. Crow still wouldn't let go of his prize. "Crow, I swear to God, if you don't let me go I WILL KILL YOU LIKE THE FILTHY SWINE YOU ARE!" At this point Arianna came rushing in.

Crow slowly let go of Clive, who punched him in the face. The vampire fell to the ground.

"Clive, I'm sorry-" Crow whispered, but Clive punched him again.

"Stop it, Clive!" Arianna shrieked.

Clive slumped and put his head in his hands. He lay back down and waited until Arianna and Crow had left together. Then, and only then, Clive allowed himself to cry.

The next day passed fairly uneventfully. Lucia was welcomed by all and made to feel at home, even with the death of her father. Luke just spent his day trying to recover from the fact his best friend was a vampire and the fact his father was dead.

The day after, Crow was starving. When nobody was looking, he rushed for the hole and climbed up the ladder, knocking the manhole cover off and scrambling out, looking for humans to feed from. His first scout of the town was fairly inconclusive, but his second scout he managed to find a dying baby. He drained the baby until it had no blood left in its frail body.

Crow returned to the Black Raven headquarters and everyone had their eyes on him, but nobody said a word. They all knew where he had been.

Arianna pulled Crow into the supply room and he sat down on an empty crate, curling up into a ball. "Crow," Arianna whispered. "You're a vampire. It's natural that you need to drink."

"It was a baby, Arianna," Crow whispered. "A baby... It couldn't have been over a year old."

"Come on, Crow. Vampires are vampires. You needed to eat," Arianna replied. "Want a sandwich?" Crow burst out laughing.

"Arianna, I can't eat sandwiches," he chortled. "I can only eat blood." He sighed, his face falling. "We need to get out of here. There isn't enough food for me. Soon, I'll start trying to drink from you guys."

"Crow, you know we're trying to get home," Arianna sighed.

"Well you're not trying hard enough!" Crow barked. Arianna shrunk away and sighed.

"Crow..." He reached out for Arianna but she shoved him away. "No. Not here, not now."

"I'm sorry, Arianna."

The motorcycle drew up at the entrance to Misthallery, and its rider stepped off, removing her helmet and shaking down her luxurious brown hair. She looked around blankly. Crow stepped off the rickety bridge, fidgeting with his cap.

"Hey, Crow," Emmy said brightly. He shook his head as she stepped forwards.

"I'm a vampire; stay away," he growled. "Nobody wants to know me."

"That's not true, Crow," she replied. "You're still yourself. You just have fangs and a thirst for blood." Crow shook his head.

"No. A week ago I drained a baby dry," Crow sighed. "It wasn't older than a year."

"Crow, that doesn't mean anything," Emmy argued.

"It doesn't matter what means what. Can you take us back to London? We can't live in Misthallery anymore. It's completely overrun."

"I can take you back, but be warned. London is overrun too," Emmy said quickly.

"Oh, believe me, I'd rather be in London than here. So would all of us."

Emmy was absolutely appalled at the living state of the Black Ravens. They did their business is two buckets (one for girls, one for boys), their only food was out-of-date stuff or rubbish food scavenged from houses. They had a tap that supplied them with fresh water, but they were running out and only drank half a cup whenever they had to. They never bathed, either, making them smell awful.

Clive was sitting cross-legged on a table on the auction hall stage, Arianna brushing his hair away and peeling off the bandages, replacing them for a fresh set and commenting positively on the wound's swift healing. Both of them glanced over at Emmy and smiled. Luke was incredibly pleased to see her again.

"How has London been since the apocalypse?" Wren asked, coming out from the supply room. "I'm sure it fared better than us."

"Yeah, humans outnumbered the vampires, but they managed to Turn a lot of humans. The vampires outnumber us now," Emmy sighed.

"How's the professor?" Luke chirped. Emmy looked down at her feet. Luke's face fell. "Don't tell me..."

"I'm sorry, Luke."

"Don't tell me!" Luke's voice was pleading. His eyes were filling with tears. Emmy knew she shouldn't, but she had to tell him. She had to bring him back down to Earth.

"Luke. The professor is a vampire."

OH MAI GOD.

MORE VAMPIRES.

Poor Layton :( Turned into a vampire, having to drain people's blood. How will he have handled it after 2 (nearly 3) months? Is he starving to death? Is he feeding like there's no tomorrow?

More importantly, will Crow and Arianna get together?