I sat on the couch in my Skyline haven, watching the local news. I was surprised how much of it had to do with vampires. When I was human, I had simply thought it was other humans, sick humans, but since some of the stories were things I had done, I now knew better. Heather walked over to me and gingerly sat next to me. I looked over at her. She had found me again and pleaded and cried for me to keep her with me. I had tried to refuse but when she had grabbed me, desperately and cried;

"But I have no one else!" My heart had softened and I had given in.

"Master?" she now asked, timidly.

"Yes?" I replied, sipping from the cup of blood in my hand.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" she questioned.

"No, dear," I said. She fidgeted some more.

I sighed and stood, walking up the stairs to change just as a knock sounded on the door.

"Heather can-…"

"I'll get it!" she cried, bounding over to the door. I continued to my room, changing my clothes to something more comfortable.

"Master," Heather called. "There is a man here to see you."

"What's his name?" I called back, cracking open the door.

"Kid, get your ass down here!" was the raspy order. I ran to the balcony and leaned over to see Jack. He didn't look very happy as he eyed Heather.

"Coming, Dad!" I called. Heather looked confused by this, but Jack just snorted a laugh.

"Yeah, I'm about ta turn ya over my knee here," he growled. I ran down the steps and walked over to him. He leveled me with a hard look.

"What did I do, now?" I asked. He motioned to Heather.

"Heather, dear, go up to the bed room for a minute, would you?" I asked.

"I actually need to go get some things from my dorm, if that's okay," she said meekly. I nodded and she quickly left. The moment the door closed, Jack turned to me.

"A ghoul?" he hissed.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" I argued.

"Yeah, ya slipped and sprayed blood in her mouth," he snapped. I was hurt. Jack was usually content to let me do my own thing and to find out he disapproved of something I did so strongly upset me.

"She's been askin' around about you, tellin' people that you are some kind of angel that saved her from death," he growled.

"Jack…" I began, but he ignored it.

"Do you know the kind of heat you can bring down on not just you, but any kindred in the area?" he asked.

"I…"

"Why did you just up and leave her? What were you thinking?" he growled.

"I'm sorry!" I cried. "I didn't realize I had made her a ghoul until she found me again. I'm sorry!"

"Then why did you feed her your blood?" he asked, calming down. I looked down at the floor, scuffing my feet like a punished child.

"She was dying," I said softly. "I found her and she…she was dying…all alone…no one should die like that." Jack sighed.

"Kid…"

"I know, I'm sorry," I muttered. I felt his arm around my shoulder.

"No, I'm sorry," he said, gruffly. "I shouldn' ta flown off the handle like that. Ya didn't know."

"Mercurio said that vampire blood healed so…"

"So you thought a few drops, no harm no foul, your good deed is done," Jack finished, sitting on the couch and pulling me down next to him.

"Yeah," I said.

"Does she know better now?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, leaning against him.

"Good," he said. "Don't go doin' anythin' else stupid, okay?"

"Yes, Dad," I said, teasingly.

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