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Chapter 3: Homecoming

I pushed the scrub brush back and forth against the floor, the bleach making my nose wrinkle in disgust as the harsh, bitter scent flooded my nasal passages. The tile floor was almost halfway done and that would see the last of the house was cleaned and sterilized. I paused for a moment when I heard my phone ringing down the stairs, grabbing the bluetooth out of my pocket, I slipped it into my ear and hit the talk button to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey Auggie!" Camilla greeted as enthusiastically as ever before asking questions in her normal, rapid fire way. "Are you on your way home yet? How long until you get here? Has S.H.I.E.L.D asked you to do anything for them yet?"

"No, less than twenty four hours, and no." I answered amusedly, getting back on my knees in order to continue scrubbing with one hand. "I'm almost done at the property I rented this past year. Hopefully I will be leaving within the hour."

"You're doing your weird bleach everything, wipe it down with boiling water, no trace you were ever there thing again, aren't you?" Camilla accused despite knowing very well that was what I was doing.

"Of course." I scoffed, backing up slightly to continue scrubbing. "I cannot leave any DNA laying around. Who knows what it would reveal? Not to mention, I am over 100 years old - the longer I can keep my DNA out of a system the longer I don't have to worry about another thing when I fake my death then create a new identity."

"Yeah, yeah. You're a brilliant mastermind, I get it." Camilla said dismissively "I haven't picked anything up recently, it's pretty silent out there right now."

"That is not ever a good sign." I sighed

"Just concentrate on getting home. No sense in worrying about something that hasn't even happened yet."

With a soft click Camilla ended the call between the two of us. I scrubbed furiously, my mind thinking about the last time everything had been this calm. That was right before all of hell broke loose and the first time I ever was caught by a human.

*Flashback*

I jumped from rooftop to rooftop, one eye constantly on the shadowy figure hurrying down the street as if being chased by the devil himself. A despicable smile worked its way onto my face because if he only knew what was really after him - the devil may not sound quite so bad anymore.

His blood was calling me, driving me, beggin for me to rip his throat out. My mouth ached where I knew my fangs were hidden as I pictured piercing his skin as though it were nothing more than paper and then feeling the warm, savory liquid pool into my mouth. The first swallow was always the most amazing portion, it was when one was still surprised it was so good - right before the blood lust took over, forcing you to drain your victim dry.

Breaking out of my fantasy and focusing on my next meal, I watched him foolishly turn down an alleyway and saw my chance. With breakneck speed I ran across a wire leading from the building I was on to one across the street. As soon as my feet were on the roof of the building, I jumped down and landed right in front of the now terrified man.

"Hello there." I practically purred, allowing for my fangs to finally show, knowing they would be visible to him even in the dim lighting of the alley. My eyes were turning from the normal black into a color resembling liquid gold.

"W-What are you?" He stammered, backing away as he spoke and tripping over a trashbag due to his lack of awareness.

"Tsk, tsk." I tutted, appearing behind him and lifting him up by the back of his shirt. A noise behind us distracted me, making me frown and force my fangs painfully back into my gums. MY eye color faded and when I knew I was presentable, I turned to see if anyone was watching. The alley, and the road beyond it, was abandoned. Disregarding it as most likely some animal, I turned back around to find the man running. I snickered to myself as I ran and stopped in front of him, the look of terror on his face giving me a sick sense of glee.

"Oh God." He all but whispered, freezing up completely.

"Not quite." Letting my fangs back out, I advanced on the man, rolling my eyes when he began to scream for someone to help him. I drew my face back from his neck and made eye contact, watching in satisfaction as he quieted down at the same time as his pupils dilated.

"You are going to be silent and face your death like a man, traitor." I told him easily, my voice taking on a musical quality as I pushed the power into it. "Before I end your worthless life, what information have you given them? Names, targets?"

"I will be silent and face my death like a man." He repeated with a glazed look on his face and no emotion in his voice whatsoever. "My contact in the German army asked me to get the names of anyone we know hiding Jews. I stole schematics for two of our bases of operations on the war front for them as well but they did not ask for those. I thought they might reward me further because of them."

"What names did you give? Is it too late to save them? Where are the plans?" I asked while keeping a tight grip on his shirt. I once had someone unexpectedly break my hold over them and I was not eager for a repeat performance.

"They are all dead already. The plans are in my bag." The man gestured to a satchel resting against his hip. Curling my lip in disgust, trying to think if anymore questions would be important while suppressing the red hazy cloud of anger from the deaths of innocents because of his greed.

I tore into his throat with a unrestrained movement, most likely spilling blood all over myself but too famished to give a damn. Human blood, straight from the source, is like a drug - it is addictive and if you do not have a constant supply, you will begin to withdrawal. I lasted three days before it was too much - the longest I have gone is a week. By then I could barely move, think, or do much of anything besides stumble and kill the first human I saw, my body in agonizing pain from the withdrawal.

I drained the traitor until he was almost completely out of blood and then dropped him on the dirty, trash covered ground of the alley. What was one more pile of garbage in an alley littered with it? I grabbed newspaper from around, a few board, and anything I could use to make a pretty good pyre.

It was as I was grabbing the papers and stashing them into my own bag that I heard the distinctive click of a pistol being cocked. Scowling at how careless I had been, knowing it had to have been the same cause of the noise earlier, I turned around to face my would be assailant.

"Put down the schematics of the operations center. Now."

I put my hands in the air, showing that I did not intend to do any harm, carefully scrutinizing the woman in front of me pointing a gun. A posh accent, mid length brown hair, and a uniform - obviously military. The smart thing to do is hand the papers over, wipe her memory, and then be on my merry way. I suspect she saw my parlor trick, however, because she was carefully avoiding looking me in the eyes. Smart bird, that one.

"I do not want any trouble." I said calmly, reaching one hand into my pocket to bring the papers out slowly. "Here they are. Would you like me to set them down or bring them to you?"

"Toss them." She ordered with her lips pressed together in a thin line.

I did as she asked, tossing the schematics over so that they were laying next to her foot. I glanced back at the dead body behind me casually, wondering what she was going to do about this, and waited for her to make the next move.

"Can you always do that?" She asked suddenly, elaborating when I tilted my head in confusion at the seemingly random question. "Control people, make them tell you things or do things."

"Not always, no, but most of the time." I said cautiously, hoping she wasn't going to ask me to turn her. I hated vampires, I kill any I have come across and have the last fifty years since I was bit. I would kill myself if I did not think I will be cursed in the next life as well - there were whispers of a cure but I haven't had any luck attempting to locate it.

"I need you to do something for me. It's for the war effort." She said fiercely, tentatively lowering her gun.

"And why would I bother to even lift a bloody finger for you, let alone do a favor?" I asked with a sneer on my face.

"Because you knew he was a traitor, same as I did, and you killed him for it." She said, picking the plans up and putting them into a bag. "You.. f-fed off of him and I think you chose him so you wouldn't be a monster. You helped England, your country, and I am asking you do so again."

I sighed, pinching the top of my nose with my pointer finger and my thumb. Whatever this favor was, it was going to be a pain in my arse, I can tell already. This bird is obviously mental and a tad deranged to still be hanging around a vampire after he has just ate. A voice in the back of my head asked if chasing dead end leads about a long shot was any better? Maybe I could help save lives instead of being someone who takes them?

"God save the Queen." I said wearily, sarcasm practically dripping off of my tongue. I grabbed a match from my back pocket, struck it to light the fire, and then dropped it on top of the body. "Let's go then."

"Wait, what's your name?" The girl hurriedly walked after me, her practical shoes making little noise on the cobblestones as she moved.

"August Murray." I drawled, not bothering to hide the smirk from watching as the bird had to move faster in order to keep up with my pace.

"Nice to meet you." She replied, pausing and staring at me with an expectant look. I ignored it, chuffed to bits on the inside at the growing frustration practically exuding from her before she eventually snapped. "Well? Aren't you going to be polite and ask my name?"

"Why should I care?" I asked with eyebrows raised - was she serious?

"Yes, you should. We are going to be working together, it is not just going to be a quick task I have for us both, so it is vital we cooperate. I am trying to keep an open mind and be civil, doing a pretty admirable job of it, in fact, if I do say so myself." The bird was lecturing me with the most indignant look on her face mixed with fury and determination. It was actually quite spectacular to watch. "You are being an arse despite the fact that I just watched you drink someone's blood, which you are covered in, and then factor in the mind control? I have a right-"

"Alright." I cut in with my voice raised a little so that I could be heard over her rant. She must have taken it as anger, however, because she looked quite terrified and one hand was on her gun. "What is it?"

"What is what, exactly?" She asked with trepidation on her face

"Your name." I said slowly, as though talking to a mental person - which I was not convinced she wasn't yet.

"Peggy. My name is Peggy Carter."

*End Flashback*

I smiled, remembering the first time I met Peggy and how I had not realized how much she would change me. If someone asked me when I began to change, when I found my humanity buried deep inside myself once more - that is the moment I would point them to.

Peggy Carter was a force of nature; Not many people could stand the shock of watching a vampire feed and kill a man by draining him of blood. Only Peggy would see that moment, put aside the revulsion she felt, and deduce the motives behind the action quickly followed by how it could help her. The only person audacious enough to order a vampire around and then ask him for a favor, undaunted by their bad mood. Only when they proceed to criticize the aforementioned vampire on manners and equality.

I resumed scrubbing the floor with a renewed sense of vigor, finishing up the last of the cleaning within twenty minutes. My eyes scanned the house one last time before I left, making sure I did not forget anything or make a mistake. When I was satisfied I locked the door, closing it behind me, before putting the keys in a potted plant beside the door so the landlord would be able to find them easily.

The last thing that was required of myself prior to being able to start the journey home was to drop off the final grades for my class. I was quite proud of the group I taught this year, almost all of them scored a B or Higher. The rest, five students, scored a C - No one failed! Even that git Matthew Gilliam passes with a B, nothing short of a miracle. The grades for the test were put into my system but the teachers were required to write the final grade to avoid attempts to tamper with the grades from technologically savvy students. This is why I found myself walking up to the school and into the office, and handing my slip with every students name on them to the male aide helping out in the office today. I turned to leave, eager to get on the road so I might be home earlier than expected, only to have the bloke behind the counter call my name. My first name, which is odd for a student to do but I had always admired confidence in others.

"Yes?" I asked when he said nothing else, just staring at me with a strange look in his eye. He had blonde hair that fell to his ears in the most interesting curls. He had bright green eyes that made him look extraordinarily delicate and innocent.

"Everyone says you're leaving campus?" The boy said it like a question but the words were meant as a statement; possibly a combination of the two. I eyed him and the office in general, noting that it was strange no one else was here. This put me on my guard instantly, making me wary of the bloke but I forced myself to smile casually.

"Yes, I am moving to Connecticut today." I informed him indulgently

"That's awful!" He blurted out before realizing what he said. When his brain caught up with his mouth I felt a bolt of desire shoot through me as excess blood flushed into his face from embarrassment, causing the delightful pink spreading across his cheeks.

"Why is that, Mr.." I knew he had not ever been a student of mine. I would have remembered. Right now I was talking myself out of going through with the unconscious plan I already formed to suck him dry and take care of the body.

"Austin, sir. Just Austin." Austin introduced himself in an almost shy manner, glancing down when he met my eyes with his own. "It's awful because I was going to take your class this coming semester - everyone says you are really awesome. They won't find someone half as good."

"Ah, well do not worry, Austin. I am sure they will not hire some numpty to teach my class." I comforted, not sure how to go about leaving while in the middle of the discussion. Something about that look was making me wary and for some reason I feel like I should know what it is conveying but I can't pin it.

"What is a numpty?" Austin asked, coming around to the front of the office and walking over to the water jug to fill up a bottle that he was carrying in his hand.

"A incompetent or unwise person." I answered distractedly, my eyes glued to the sinfully tight trousers Austin was wearing that showcased his arse perfectly. This had my mind going into dangerous territory, wondering what that same arse would look like if Austin were starkers or how it would feel in my hands while I snogged the daylight out of him, soft and pliable? Hard and firm? When my mind started coming up with images of how he would feel around me if I shagged him, I snapped myself out of it just as Austin was straightening up from the water jug, a small smirk on his face. I adjusted the red scarf around my throat uneasily at the knowing look from the blonde.

"So who do the grades go to?" Austin asked, something I actually did not know. I shrugged as a response, making Austin chortle, and then I suggested he leave it in one of the normal secretaries mailboxes.

"Good idea!" Austin agreed cheerfully, turning around and walking over to the mailboxes. It seemed as though he were walking purposefully slow to torment me with his bum, mental images of gripping those curls in my hand as…

"What?" I asked realizing Austin asked me a question but I had gotten lost in my thoughts again, especially with the tan exposed flesh I could see because he had to reach high to reach the mailbox.

"I said do you think you could help me with three lessons really quickly? It shouldn't take more than an hour." Austin asked hopefully, scuffing his foot on the ground, looking up at me with wide eyes that were pleading me to stay. "I also noticed you looking around wondering where everyone is and the truth is they went home and told me to lock up when I was done at four. It's been so boring today."

"Bloody hell." I swore under my breath, watching his grin grow even wider as he heard my curse and knew it meant I was staying. "Yes then, let's get you sorted. I can spare a tad of time helping you."

"Awesome! You stay here and I'll grab my bag!" Austin called back as he was already heading to the back offices. I waited for two minutes, confused as to why he has not appeared yet. Surely the office cannot be that big, can it?

"I am acting like a barmy person." I muttered to myself, rubbing my face a little as I waite.

"Mr. Harker!" Austin called breathlessly, making me instantly on alert and forget how knackered I was moments ago. What could have happened? "Mr. Harker, can you help? I'm kind of stuck."

"What could possibly happen to become stuck on the way to get a book- oh."

I was gobsmacked at the sight that greeted me when I turned the corner, making my way straight to where his voice had come from after leaping over the desk. My pace had slowed to a casual walk as I realized there was no danger. There were desks pushed up against the wall, a copy machine, and a few cabinets to store food in. What caught me off guard was the firm, round ,and pliable looking arse displayed towards the door.

Austin lay on two desks, fully spread out to show off his body in the best way possible, and it certainly did the job he intended it to do because I felt myself harden in my trousers. When I saw that he had handcuffed himself to the cabinet doors in front of the desk, making sure he could not get away, I was throbbing. The randy lad was silent as I absorbed the scene in front of me. When he breathed out, it made his bum cleavage part for a moment which exposed the tight ring of muscle that was begging to get stuffed.

"You are certainly gagging for it, are you not?" I murmured as I walked forward, enjoying the way his bum flexed and the goosebumps rising on his skin - those reactions simply from hearing my voice. "How old are you?"

"23" Austin replied breathlessly

"Tell me what you want." I requested, my voice getting husky as more desire pooled in my stomach.

"I want you." Austin moaned as he rutted against the wood of the desk, making a frustrated keening noise when it did not provide the friction he desperately wanted.

"I hope you are aware this is a one off." I told Austin as I came around to where his face was, off to the side from the handcuffs so they would not get in my way, I noted.

"I know, I know, please." Austin begged, sending another bolt of heat to my arousal. He was flushed, heart beating quickly and the blood running so sweet in his voice, singing directly to my mind as a siren would.

I leaned over him, bringing my mouth to his ear to speak lowly with my voice husky and rough from a mixture of sexual desire and blood lust. I murmured every single thing I was going to do to his body, that I was going to make sure he was so knackered when we were done he would collapse where he was. I was practically delirious and a red haze descended across my vision as I unconsciously let the monster I normally kept contained out to play for awhile.

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I heard my phone ringing in the background, waking me up, and I rolled over to grab it - making me fall off of the desk completely. A desk? What the bloody hell was going- Right, Austin. My eyes drifted over to the younger boy, hoping he was still sleeping so I could sneak out without any awkward words, but every single thought in my mind came to a stuttering stop at his body.

Bite marks, from my fangs, were on his neck and chest. There were more on his right wrist, one his side, and a large on on his arse itself. Blood was smeared on him and myself, I found, looking down. Horrified I stood up and sprinted to the bathroom, collapsing in front of the toilet and shoving my hand down my throat to regurgitate the blood. I tried, tried, and tried but my body would not let the delicious liquid go. Already I felt a hundred times more strong than I have in years - not to mention that I felt warm instead of cold. Normally I always felt just a little cold but now I was warm all over in the best way.

I stood up and got a hold over myself. Freaking out was not going to do anything to help get yourself out of this situation. Alright, so the door was locked, no one could get into the school without Austin letting them in, which means no one would have seen them together. Now, all I have to do is heal his injuries and then compel him to forget the whole thing.

I walked back into the room and instantly crouched beside Austin, wiping a sweaty and bloodstained blonde curl away from his face. Sighing, I brought my wrist hesitatingly to my mouth and tore into the skin with my fangs. I swallowed the blood in my mouth, which doesn't taste like anything at all compared to other blood. Finally I brought my wrist to Austin's already red mouth, swollen and bruised from the aggressive snogging and shagging session we participated in together, and then I carefully dropped five drops of blood so they would slide down his throat.

I watched in anticipation as he swallowed, still passed out from earlier, and then I let out the breath I was not aware I was holding as his wounds began to heal. First the one on his arse, then side, chest, and finally the four on his neck were closed up and erased forever. I shook him awake then, knowing what I would have to do. His eyes opened sleepily, giving me a lazy good morning with a giant smile on his face. His green eyes lit up and he opened his mouth, about to tell me something, but I brought my finger to his lips. He was an open book as far as facial expressions go - the confusion was so obvious. I told him it was a one off but the boy had this look on his face, the one where he was gathering the courage to say something he wanted to say that I may take badly. I could tell he was about to speak anyway so I looked into his eyes and drew him in, my voice taking on the musical lilt I was now accustomed too as my voice was imbued with the power of compulsion. His green eyes dilated, leaving only a tiny sliver of green surrounding the huge black pupil.

"You are going to wait until I leave to follow these orders - but I want you to stay absolutely silent until I do leave." I ordered with no hesitation or sympathy. "After I am gone you will shower in the gym, get rid of all the clothes you wore today by burning them, steal some gym clothes, and then lock up before heading home. As soon as I am out of your sight, you will forget everything that has happened that had to do with you and I."

Austin repeated the admittedly wordy command back to me and I stood up, satisfied it would stick. I dusted my hands off, cleaned all the blood, and dashed to my car. My shoulders sank a little when I realized I was at the school for almost four hours. The first thing I did, after I turned the car on and began my long drive home, was call Camilla. I had received 12 missed calls from Cammy, the nickname she assigned herself, as well as 4 text messages.

"Auggie." Camilla growled dangerously

"Hey, Camilla." I replied, trying to downplay it in the hope it may ease her anger a smidge.

"Hey? You haven't answered your phone in four fucking hours Auggie! I was worried sick! Hey is all that you are going to say?" Camilla yelled over the line and making me wince, the mess of blood and other fluids covering Austin earlier flashing through my mind and making the curdling guilt in my stomach all the more shameful.

"I apologize, Camilla, I was detained. I did not mean to be out of contact or I would have informed you." I explained in the hope she would forgive me in her excitement to see me.

"Where are you?" Camilla demanded, thankfully not asking by what or who I was detained.

I told her my general location, the time of expected arrival, and we talked about the halloween costume she was currently sewing at home. Apparently it was a pumpkin and so far it looked like a squash costume with one leg hole and three for arms. I laughed when Camilla told me she had a bandaid on almost every finger because she kept poking herself and even though she scolded me for laughing at her, she was good humored about the entire attempt. That was the thing about Camilla, she was never afraid to laugh at herself but she also was never afraid to get back up and try once more.

We spoke for about an hour before Camilla had to leave in order to go pick someone up. I smiled, knowing exactly who 'the person' Camilla was picking up was. I stayed my tongue about them, as usual in our exchanges, and just let myself drift in and out of thought as I drove along in my Honda Civic LX on the road with music in the background.

*Flashback*

"I need you to get us into that pub without anyone asking any questions." Peggy explained, subtly pointing out the intended destination.

"I must say, you most likely may fiddle that man at the door far more effectively than I ever could." I replied, batting my eyelashes at her as I used the saccharine voice I reserved for taking the mickey out of someone or when I am laying with someone I have taken as a lover. "Even I may be starting to fancy you because of that dress."

"Are you always this much of a cheeky berk or is it just around me?" inquired Peggy with a scowl, clouding her face with anger at my dismissive attitude.

"As you wish. I recommend you relax, however." I advised and then braced myself for the reprimand.

"Relax? You are acting like a daft wanker without a care in the world while we go into enemy territory. How do you expect me to relax?" Peggy fired back

"Would you like to come a cropper?" I retorted with my eyes narrowed at the foul tone she was using while speaking with me. "I thought you were a chancer, a bolshie! Not some bloody berk who makes tea for an airy fairy chap! I do not know why you bottled it but I am not going in that boozer with a bounder. I am Brick. Now are we going to march in there and bash on? Or should we just bunk off now?"

"Ta, you are bang on. I was acting like a right twit, doubting myself - I'm sorry for going spare for a minute." Peggy apologized, rolling her shoulders back.

"In your defense, I am a jolly amount to take in by myself, let alone what you have been doing all day." I empathized before I realized I was doing it until I noticed Peggy's small smile, making my scowl come back in full force. "What?"

"It's nowt. You are just peculiar and more complex than I originally thought." Peggy said, the smile still on her face that made it appear as though she knew a secret no one else was privy to. "Now that we are done with our row, ready to sort them out?"

"That is something I may be able to muck in." I responded with a growing sense of excitement that only danger, hunting, and sex could give me. The only way to feel alive anymore.

*End Flashback*

I drove through the night, sacrificing sleep for the thought of my own bed in my home. It has been a year since I have been home and I missed it quite a bit. My heart lightened when I saw the almost twenty foot stone walls and the reinforced gate that would allow myself and my car to enter the grounds. I drove up to the gate with an easy familiarity, hitting the button on my car that lifted the portion of wall covering the keypad.

I entered the code quickly, then pressed my fingers to the fingerprint scanner, and finally kept my eyes open and still as the retinal scanner did its job. As soon as all three were verified, the gate swung open soundlessly and I drove forward up the admittedly long drive way. The grounds were covered in trees and at the center of the property, which covered 10 acres in total, was the Manor. It sat upon a sort of plateau, the highest point in the property, so it would have optimal visibility.

The smooth, stone driveway eventually led to my house. The outside was made from stone, the bottom half, and vinyl siding on parts of the upper half. It was light grey with light wood support beams to give it a distinct look which was also aided by the roof's darker gray shingles. My favorite part was the large windows all over the house, making it seem so open and letting in a lot of natural light. With the slight window tint I had on the windows, the sun did not bother me even a bit like it normally would. I rolled up to the house and hit the button to open the door so I could pull in. Once I was properly parked, I decided to collect my things later and went to the door leading into the interior of the home.

The door from the garage came in near the front door and when you walked into the first room there are six large windows taking up almost the entire wall, only a little stone at the top, bottom, and a sliver in the middle as well. The ceilings are high, 20 feet at least, and stained a light brown that gives the house a warm feeling. I looked towards the left of where the couches were, sitting out and facing the large windows, and saw the stone fireplace burning merrily.

Walking straight ahead leads into the dining room, which was surrounded by floor to ceiling windows and in the center was a dining room table to fit twelve people made out of solid oak with matching chairs. The floor was a smooth, gray polished wood that looked absolutely brilliant with the dark beige walls and pure white trim surrounding the windows and doors leading to the outside terrace. There was a nice chandelier hanging above the table in order to make the room a little more posh.

On the left is the entrance to the kitchen, with shining marble countertops and stainless steel appliances. All of the cabinets and everything, not including the counter, was made from a dark solid wood. The bar is usually where I have breakfast, it being capable of fitting three people, and if I have company I serve them in the breakfast room, which is the room to the right of the front door, and is set up much like the dining room.

Aside from the breakfast room, the stairs are also on that side of the house and they led to the upstairs. The first door on the right is my personal library and if you continue up the stairs you will find all of the bedrooms. The master bedroom is on the right, with french doors that lead out to a deck where there is a grill and a few comfortable chairs. From that spot on the deck, it is easy to see the best view around - large mountains that take the breathe away from you. In the rest of the bedroom, which is done with twee hardwood floors and has two large windows not including the glass french doors, is a large king sized bed and a rocking chair perpendicular to the fireplace. The master bathroom has two large vanities and sinks, a jacuzzi bathtub, and a tiled shower capable of fitting four people comfortably.

Walking out of my bedroom, there is a walkway that is above the entrance to the living room and the front door and it has the same hard wood floors as well as wooden railing. That leads to the four more bedrooms with their own bathrooms. All of the bedrooms were quite large, capable of fitting two queen beds inside as well as more furniture, and with a lot of windows surrounding the rooms.

On the other side of the house is another living room, this one longer and with less windows. Instead it has two doors leading to the balcony, a warm fireplace, and a spare bookshelf next to a bay window which had a window seat. The media room is what it technically is, considering the large plasma screen television, but I rarely watched the tele. The last wing of the house was an in law suite; it had a kitchenette, two more bedrooms, and an exit to the outside of it's own.

The outside garden always filled me with a sense of pride and happiness because it was a gorgeous sight. With the mountains in the background, wild flowers and plants, an outdoor jacuzzi and then a building near the house that was a sweat lodge.

I turned around when I heard the sound of bare feet padding on stone and I threw my arms open as the small bundle barrelled into me. I laughed, picking the small bundle of coats and twirling it around. It began screaming with laughter, giggling and bellowing in excitement. I stopped twirling around and hugged the body close to my body, breathing in the familiar smell that accompanied the sense of home, and settling when small arms wrapped around my neck comfortably.

"Uncle Auggie! I missed you!" A little girl's voice came out, excited and sincere but muffled by the many layers covering her. I adjusted the everpresent crimson scarf around my neck and brought the hood of her coat up a little so she could speak properly.

"I missed you as well, Tinker." I replied fondly, kissing the five year old on her red nose.

"You can't call me that anymore Uncle Auggie! I'm good now! That's what mi-mish-michovus children are called!" The dark brown haired little girl complained, making me snort indelicately.

"When did you grow up so much, Piper?" I questioned her with a bewildered expression before smirking a little and correcting her. "It is mischievous by the way."

"I didn't grow! You got shorter Uncle Auggie!" Piper replied, holding both hands over her mouth to smother the giggles she burst into at my insulted expression. Piper grinned, showing off the two missing teeth in her mouth proudly, before tackling me and wrapping her arms around my legs in another hug.

Chuckling, I moved my leg to take a step, Piper laughing as she was easily picked up and carried along by me as she clung on desperately. Piper explained to me that she has been learning a lot from the tutors, that she had just gotten back from identifying plants and trees for science class, and that her Mom only had to help her with it on two questions.

"Good job, Piper!" I praised, lowering my hand to her level for a low five which she gave very enthusiastically. "Speaking of your Mum, where is she, Piper?"

"Mom is making dinner so we can all eat!" Piper said, falling off my leg with a plop on the wooden floors. Scrambling to her feet as if she had not just jumped ship in search for food, I watched her skip away with a elated feeling. It truly was amazing to be home. I walked down the hallway and smelled the air carefully, my mouth watering when I smelt fresh blood in the air. I opened the door and walked in, beaming at the head of messy dark hair turned away from me.

"About time you showed up." The woman said at the same time as she began chopping potatoes into edible pieces. She was done in only a minute and set the knife down, coming around the island to embrace me tightly, holding him for a moment until pulling away a tad to smack me lightly in the chest. "I missed you. Don't scare me like that."

"I know." I replied, looking down guiltily.

"It's okay, it's good to have you home again. Now, go get changed and clean up, it's time for dinner in five minutes."

My smile was so wide that it showed off most of my teeth without needing to fake it. Her eyes, which were slightly too far apart, and freckled face beamed back at me happily. "Thank you, Camilla. It's good to be back at the Manor. Back home."

A/N: Hey everybody! Another chapter for your enjoyment! :) I'd like to say thank you so much for any of you who followed/favorited my story! It makes me happy inside to think people enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it. I worked really hard on this chapter, letting you learn more about Auggie, and I assure you the Avengers will be coming fairly soon! Please review and let me know what you think!

House Address that the house is based off of: 109 TIMBER LEIF Ridge, THE BLUE MOUNTAINS, Ontario, N0H 1J0

Less Well Known British Terminology:

Come a Cropper - fail miserably

Bolshie - Rebel

Chancer - risk taker

Airy fairy - lacking in strength and character

Chap - guy

Bottled it - used to denote that someone has lost their nerve

Boozer - Pub

Bounder - useless person

Brick - a person you can rely on

Bang On - go on regardless of the problems you are facing

Bunk Off - to call off sick or not fulfil your duties.

Nowt - Nothing

Muck In - help with something or assist

Ta - thank you

Spare - to have a fit, lose your shite

Playlist: Song - Artist - Scene

Kill of the Night - Gin Wigmore - The first Flashback

Add it Up - Violent Femmes - Auggie checking Austin's arse out and onward.

Ex's and Oh's - Elle King - Wiping Austin's memory

Weirdo - The Vaccines - Argument between Auggie and Peggy

Stand By Me - Denmark + Winter - Driving up to the house (end of chapter)

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you review/favorite/follow/PM me to let me know you are enjoying!

~Rache