Hello my lovelies!

I am back after a hiatus with some more chapters for you all! I am so sorry it took me so long to get back to this, I got side tracked and I have started university and it is all very manic in my life at the moment so finding time to get my head in the game again has been hard but I have finally sat down and planned out the next 4 chapters. I am very excited for you all to read them, we get lots of fluff and smut following this chapter…I am very excited about that.

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So here we are the next chapter in the Hellsing fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 33: Carnivores

Avery POV

I had taken a small detour on the way back to the orphanage. I never had the chance to really look around the little village I had come to live in. It was quite quaint, small stone houses and old shops made up the main part of the village. It was a nice change from the busy tourist filled city of Rome which sat about an hour away from the orphanage.

Along with my bags of meat I had picked up a bunch of flowers from the market, a kind old man was selling them so I couldn't really refuse him. I had always admired flowers, they were strong and beautiful – they tackled the harsh winters and stood proud in the sun. However, like much in life they had their time, if they were too beautiful they were ripped from their soil beds and given a week to live; their beauty cut short in order to make a dull room more beautiful….it was quite sad really.

As I made my way back up to the orphanage I began to think on events of the last month. Everything kept changing so fast and it was scaring me, I was turning into a person I didn't understand – I was used to being a hard hearted monster, now I felt everything and I found these human emotions trivial and annoying. I would find myself crying at everything – all the time. Sister Mary Joan caught me crying whilst reading a book in the living room the other day. It was embarrassing to say the least; she just laughed at me and reassured me it was normal for people to cry when reading that book. Nonetheless, I felt foolish, foolish and human; it was unnerving…

I wonder what it would have been like living as a human back at Hellsing. Would I have been a better person or would I have been a nightmare? Would things have been different between Walter and I? Had Walter lived with these horrid feelings all of his life? I couldn't imagine it; it must have been torture for him.

As a demon I was lucky, I generally had three usual settings: calm, angry or aroused. There was no middle ground and I felt one emotion at a time. I couldn't deal with more than one; they came too intensely for that amount of multitasking. Humans dealt with so many feelings all at once and it was overloading my brain – I couldn't keep on like this it was torture. One minute I found myself happy, the next I was sad and then, all of a sudden, I am happy and sad at the same time! How can you be happy and sad at the same time? The two feelings repel each other it shouldn't be normal! How did humans manage to live like this?

As I made my way up the hill to the orphanage I found myself smiling slightly as I saw the night lights flicker from the orphanage gardens. The beams of light shinning against the white and cream stone walls; lighting up the building like a guiding light. I had found myself quite at home in the orphanage, I never would have thought that to be the case a year ago, I missed the Hellsing Manor and I missed my friends and colleagues; if I had the chance I would still return to that place once more – I would give anything to see them again.

Paris 1970

3POV

Walter C Dornez, now a man in his early forties drove Arthur Hellsing down the streets of Paris to the infamous cocktail lounge 'The Red. A place that had become well-known over the last few years for its live jazz bands, expensive drinks and beautiful dancers; in lay mans terms, it was the place to be if you were anybody worth knowing. Needless to say after one particularly bloody battle it was exactly what Lord Hellsing and a now middle aged Walter Dornez needed to relax themselves.

Arthur took it upon himself to do some investigating of the establishment. He had heard about the beautiful women and he was in the mood for some relaxation. Walter, his loyal butler remained in the car and drove around to park the vehicle in a private parking space, away from predatory onlookers.

The Red was just that, red. As Arthur walked into the cocktail lounge he stopped to take in the aesthetics of the place. The first thing he noticed was the smell, the air was dripping with the scents of the beautiful young women which graced the floors of the lounge. Girls dressed in very little served drinks to groups of well dressed customers – this was not the seedy lap dancing clubs that Arthur had been used to frequenting, this place was much more upmarket – what someone of his status should be used to. The walls were crimson, silk sheets hung from the walls, red roses sat on glass tables surrounded by large red velvet lounge chairs, and they would almost be mistaken for beds by their sheer size. As Arthur walked further into the bar, he caught the eye of a familiar golden eyed woman who sat by the red glass bar.

"Well I must say this is quite a surprise. Lord Hellsing, it has been too long." The dark haired woman purred as she stood up from her bar stool.

"Colonel Avery? My God you haven't aged a day…" Arthur exclaimed as he made his way over to the golden eyed woman and placed a light kiss on her hand. The Hellsing Lord couldn't help but drink in the woman's figure, the last time he had seen Avery was during the war. That was decades ago, if he was to come across the colonel once more he would have assumed she would have been in her seventies at least.

"Yes, well the years have treated me well. I am afraid I can't say the same about you." Avery sighed as she looked over the now aging Hellsing Lord. The last time she had seen him he has been nothing more than a boy in his late twenties, he was neck deep in whores and booze. It was not surprising to her to find him in the bar sooner or later.

"Yes, I am no longer the handsome young man I once was." Arthur mock sighed, he was not a fool; he knew he had aged but he had kept a hold of his boyish charm. The ladies did not complain when he made advances, although he never knew if that was purely due to his financial status or his personality, and honestly as long as he was provided with alcohol and women he didn't bother caring much about the matter.

Avery sat on the bar stool looking over the older man, he hadn't aged that much. She was playing with the man, considering the last time she had seen him it has been completely business related she never got to indulge in the famed side of the Hellsing Lord. There had been talk of how he was a drunk, a gambler and how he was thoroughly debauched – and she was looking forward to seeing if these rumours were true.

"Well I wouldn't say it is such a bad thing. I did always prefer older men." Avery purred as she scooted closer to the blond man, who grinned widely as he motioned over to the bartender for a drink.

"My Lord Hellsing…I apologize for the delay with the car….Oh my God it's you…." Walter chocked as he walked over to his master. Swallowing hard as he took in the sight of the woman in front of him. He has sworn he would find Colonel Avery before he died, he did not think today would be that day. He was taken aback, he didn't know what to say to the woman – he had thought she would have been in her elderly years by now. It had been decades.

Walter tensed as the dark haired woman took hold of his shoulders and kissed both sides of his face, making his heart race as the warm blood began to fill his face. "My word, if it isn't the little boy butler!" Avery sang happily as she moved back from the taller man, taking in his now older form. She had to admit, he had aged very well, and he was no longer the lanky young boy she had met all those years ago. The man that stood in front of her was tall, toned and very handsome. He no longer looked scared by everything that stepped in front of him, he had matured, one look into his mind allowed her to see that.

"Ma'am it is a pleasure to see you again." Walter said as he bowed politely, composing himself and his building excitement. He had thought on her face for years, ever since that day at the mansion and now she was here in front of him.

"Well you have grown up haven't you? How long has it been thirty years? Forty?" Avery smiled as she sat back down onto her stool not taking her eyes off of the butler.

"Something like that yes…"

Anderson POV

Leaning up against the cold porcelain shower; I let the hot water stream down my body, praying silently that the heat of the water would wash away all of the stresses of the last few days. My muscles were so tight; I could feel them working hard to loosen up. I was a regenerator but that did not mean what most people thought, when I got injured it still hurt. I would still feel the pain, my body would still ache and I would still need to take some time out after large battles.

People seemed to think that I was some kind of metal monster; I was a human weapon for the Lord. I accepted that fate – I chose it all those years ago. I did wonder however how people saw me, I was not a monster but I was not totally human anymore – I had been once but that was a long time ago. I was only a young priest when I made the choice to fight for the Lord. Since that day, I had been the weapon for the Vatican – hunting out abominations and smiting them in God's name. I always thought I was making the right choice, I never once doubted my place in the world, not until recently.

I no longer knew the difference between the monsters and myself. I was harbouring two demonic children and one ex demon. I had found myself growing more and more attached to the former demon – it scared me, I had taken vows to never care for a woman, yet she pulled me in without even trying. She gave up her advances months ago, she tried a few times to break my virtue with the remaining demonic allure she had left but it never worked, she would tease me but never give me what I truly wanted from her.

I found myself thinking of her more and more, her face would appear in my mind as I closed my eyes. It went from mental images of me killing her slowly, to move intimate affairs. I couldn't quite remember when my mind began to betray me – when my mind and my heart began to turn on me. My thoughts became less obsessed with slaughtering the demon and more concerned with making sure she was safe, making sure she was smiling. I had watched her turn from a broken, beaten shell of a demon into a kind and compassionate woman. I never thought it would happen – I used to see her as the horrible Fury I had met years ago, we had fought toe to toe on occasion, both of us easily being able to smite the other yet now we found ourselves toe to toe for a completely different reason.

I was a man of God. I knew it was wrong to harbour feelings for her. I was a fool; I didn't understand how I had gone from loathing her existence to longing for her above anything else. I knew I would be laughed out of Heaven if I tried to blame her for my falling, to blame her for my new feelings, for my affection. It wasn't her fault; it had never been her fault.

I had taken my vows as a young man; I thought that was what God wanted of me. I thought he had my plan set out for me like it was written in the Bible. He was the creator of all, he knew the stories of all his children and still he loved us no matter what we did. I found myself wondering why God had brought Avery into my life. Why had she been placed in front of me in such a way? I could have left her to die, if I had things would have been different. Would I be lying to myself if I were to say I wished for it to have been that way – if she had never come to us would none of this had happened? I would have remained an ardent follower of the Lord, my mind would have focused on the Lord and my mission and I would not be distracted by images of her face, the sound of her voice or even her subtle fragrance. Would I be more or less of a man without her?

I felt the water begin to run cold, I didn't know how long I had been in the shower for but if the cold water was any indication- it was about time to leave the safety of the shower. As I moved to turn off the water I swore I could hear someone calling my name. Was I going mad?

Once I had turned off the flow of water I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a clean white towel around my waist. "Alex? Alex are you in there?" Avery called out from behind the bedroom door. I blinked a few times before I realized she was actually knocking at the door and I was not going mad or imaging things. I quickly tightened the towel around my waist and walked over to the bedroom door and opened it slowly. Avery stood on the other side, she must have just returned from town as she looked tired and flushed.

Avery POV

I took a deep breath as Alex pulled open his bedroom door. He had a small white cotton towel wrapped around his mid section covering his modesty. Oh God…I didn't know where to look, I never normally lost my head in these situations, it was very difficult to make me blush but for some reason seeing Alex all wet with a small towel wrapped around him seemed to do it for me. I stood there for a few seconds staring at the wet torso of the Iscariot Priest. There was nothing holy about his body – nothing at all! I felt myself getting warmer as I tried to tear my eyes away from the seven foot tall, muscle bound man in front of me. In my demonic days, I would have ravished him right there and sucked the life force from him piece by glorious piece but as a human all I could do was stare and get flustered as I watched droplets of water roll off of his chest down his muscles torso….Oh Why did I have to be a fucking human….

"E-Evening Avery, what do you need?" Alex asked as he ran his hand through his wet hair pushing a few strands out of his face. I swallowed and shook my head slowly as I tried to get my thoughts together. I was here for a reason…what was that reason again?

"A towel..." I breathed out as I blinked slowly. Alex tilted his head to the side with a smirk as I shook my head and flapped my hands around in a flustered motion.

"I'm sorry?" He chuckled as he leaned against the wooden doorframe staring down at me.

Oh how the tables have turned…

Anderson POV

I chuckled as I watched the redhead try to cover her face and move back slightly. Was Avery really blushing? This was strange; a year ago she was doing something similar to me. I took a deep breath as I recalled the image from that morning, Avery pressed up against the doorframe looking as bold as brass, I swallowed slightly as I recalled the naked flesh which has peeked out from the side of the door. The Avery from then would have not had any problem with seeing me in a towel, she would not have had a problem at all. The Avery that she had become seemed to be a blushing mess and a part of me liked it. I liked the fact that for once I had this effect on her and it was not the other way around. She was no longer the one who would make me blush and look away like a school boy; we were on an equal footing now.

"Nothing-I have to go and feed the children the raw meat and I am not totally confident I am strong enough to hold down one werewolf let alone two. Would you mind coming with me just in case I need a hand?" Avery asked as she composed herself and looked up at me the pink blush still present across her cheeks, making her glow.

"Aye, I can help you, Love. Give me one moment and let me just get myself ready. Come in and sit down I won't be long." I said with smile as I moved to the side to let Avery into the room. Avery took a deep breath which made me smirk. "Are you sure? I could wait out here until you put some clothes on…" Avery said as she looked everywhere but in my direction. I found this whole spectacle hilarious, she was so shy all of a sudden it was adorable. "No, I can't have people seeing you loiter outside my bedroom, people may talk." I chuckled as I shut the bedroom door behind her.

"I don't loiter do I?" Avery chuckled with a tone of mock offense as she sat down on my bedside chair. "I think if Heinkel caught you breathing in my direction she may shoot you." I sighed as I pulled out some casual clothes from my wardrobe. I didn't have many casual clothes, being a priest it was a full time occupation but on the odd occasion I did enjoy wearing the odd shirt and a pair of trousers.

3POV

Avery sat in the bedside chair flicking through one of the many books on Anderson's bookshelf, trying anything at this point to distract her gaze from the Judas Priest who was collecting some clothes from his wardrobe. Avery swallowed as she hoped that the holy man would have some mercy on her newly acquired soul and change in his bathroom. Thankfully for her, he did take mercy on her and took himself into his bathroom to change.

"How did it go at the butchers then? Gloria, the woman who owns the shop is a member of the congregation." Anderson called out from his bathroom as he pulled on his vest and his green shirt and fastened the buttons.

"Yes, she seemed nice. A little taken aback by my requests I think." Avery called back in response as she continued to flick through the red book in her hands. Alex knew better than to think she would be reading The Bible but there was always that little bit of hope.

"Aye, I can imagine. What did you say that we were having a BBQ at the orphanage? She must have wondered why you needed that amount of meat." Anderson called out as he pulled on his trousers and threaded his leather belt around his waist.

"I didn't think to give a reason. She works in the butchers; surely she has seen bigger orders than mine." Avery replied seemingly unamused. Avery was never one for big excuses, she bought meat from the butchers; that was nothing out of the ordinary as far as she knew, so there was no reason for her to have made up such stories to appease a woman she would never really get to know. It was a pointless exercise in her mind.

"Shall we go?" Anderson asked as he walked back out from his bathroom. Avery peered over from her book; luckily her face was mostly hidden as her mouth dropped open slightly as the blond priest stood in a pair of black trousers and a dark green fitted shirt that clung a little too tightly to the priests biceps than she thought was holy. Avery felt her heart begin to race a little faster, she had never seen Anderson dressed in a way she would deem 'normal'. He was always in some kind of clerical uniform or robes. She didn't even know he owned normal clothes. Either way, she was not going to complain if this was what he looked like in his casual clothes. Jesus if you are there have mercy on me!

"Lead the way, Love." Anderson chuckled as he did up the buttons on his cuffs and slid on a pair of shoes. "Yes, right…" Avery stuttered slightly as she moved for the chair over to the door. Avery chewed on her tongue as she slid past Anderson who had held the door open for her, he always took so much space up he managed to block half of the door he was trying to open. Avery breathed in and the familiar scent making hers smile slightly before she made her way out of the room, checking first that there was no German nun hiding around any corner.

"Alright, we are all clear. Let's go." Anderson chuckled as they made their way down to the children's bedroom. "Woman, you are mad."

Avery smiled to herself as she walked down the hallway to the children's room, making sure to keep her eyes focused on the hallway in front of her, fearing that if she looked over to Anderson for one moment she may lose her mind. She was really not used to feeling this way, she didn't understand what was happening, in her past life she would have been hungry and her easy option would have been to feed…now she couldn't do anything. Knocking gently on the wooden door, Avery poked her head into the were-children's room.

"Hey there, how are you feeling tonight?" Avery asked gently as she opened the door and walked into the children's room. Anderson stood in the doorway and watched as the Marcel ran over to the former demon and hugged her waist. "I feel funny, I am tired but not sleepy…I am really hungry…" Marcel wined as he hugged Avery looking up at her.

"I thought you might be so we have brought you something to try." Avery chuckled as Anderson made his way into the room. A little perplexed at the sight in front of him, if he didn't know any better he would have taken the three for a normal family, but he knew better than that – he knew they were all dangerous now they were infected. He knew Avery was much more dangerous than she now looked, even as a human – one year without powers would not be able to kill centuries of sadism and malice…he tried to convince himself that she was still evil but as he watched the redhead walk over and scoop up the toddler into her arms he couldn't convince himself anymore.

"We tried all of the food in the kitchen what else is there?" Marcell asked as he flopped himself onto his bed, leaning up onto his elbows.

"How about we give his a try?" Anderson said as he held up the bag of bloody raw meat, he was a little pale as he looked at the expression that came over the young boys face. His eyes flashed red as he stood up off the bed. "Eww, what is it?" Marcell said grimacing, not noticing his changing form, his eyes turning red and his fangs growing and piercing out of the side of his lips.

"Meat – raw meat. It's what werewolves eat I am afraid…" Avery said as she carried little Sarah over to Anderson as she pulled out a kidney from the bag making Sarah's eyes turn red as she began to growl and toss and turn a little in Avery's arms. The changes didn't seem to bother Avery at all; Anderson on the other hand was concerned about the two demonic children, he knew that a small scratch would turn Avery into a werewolf – he was working on her soul he wasn't going to lose her now, not to the children.

"Here give it a try – I know it looks horrible it may taste good." Avery said with a smile as she dangled the bloody offal in front of the young boys face, making him sway a little as his eyes followed the red meat.

"Woah! Calm down Marcell!" Avery exclaimed as the young boy lunged at the bloody meat, tearing it out of Avery's hand and dragging the kidney to the floor and began to rip and chew on the flesh. Anderson wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back away from the child, scared that he may turn on her at any moment. Baby Sarah who was still wriggling in Avery's arms let out a hiss as she pushed herself out of Avery's arms and onto the floor, crawling over to Marcell she began ripping at the bloodied kidney.

"Alright you can have the bag between you both. Here…" Avery chuckled at the two children as she emptied the bag onto the stone floor, the loose bloodied pieces of meat slid across the floor along with the blood as the children scurried across the floor and gnawed on the flesh.

Anderson had pulled Avery into him out of instinct, wrapping one arm around her holding her against his chest whilst the other arm was prepped ready to pull out his knives if the situation turned south. He didn't like how the children had lost their humanity so quickly; maybe they were more dangerous than he thought. Looking down at Avery who was smiling at the children he shook his head, he sometimes forgot how twisted she was. This behaviour was normal to her, she had lived with vampires and demons all her recent life – the things she must have done and must have seen made Anderson skin crawl.

"You look a bit pale there Alex. I thought you had a stronger stomach than that." Avery chuckled up at him as he watched the children rip apart the meat. "Oh hush woman." Anderson snapped down at her unconsciously tightening his hold on her waist making her blush a little.

Anderson POV

Oh Lord, save them. The children were demonic, they were of the devil now – they were cursed. My heart broke as I watched them rip apart the raw animal flesh, their sweet innocent childish exterior melted away to show the inner monstrosity which was hidden beneath. I had raised the children since they were small, I couldn't bear to watch as the children tore apart the meat, turning to Avery who was clearly not fazed by events she watched with a bright smile as the children ate.

I didn't know what to feel, I could see that she cared for the children deeply; having applied for their adoption I knew in my heart she would be the best mother for the children, with their new 'condition' Avery was the only person they would ever be able to turn to when they got older…Maybe if I was able to save her I could save the children too, they could be like me – a monster of God, not a monster against God.

3POV

"It is just natural selection Alex; humans eat meat as well it is not a big deal." Avery said, as she looked over at the children. Her eyes warm and gentle for once, this shocked the priest who was revolted by the display. "Aye, I know it's just not something I thought I would see…" Anderson began as he shook his head and began reciting scripture under his breath. "Do you need a minute?" Avery chuckled as she tried to release herself form the papists hold. "I'm fine, I have seen worse than this. It's just odd seeing the children eating the raw meat." Anderson sighed as he brought his free hand up to run it through his hair, noticing he still had a hold on the redhead he blushed and removed his arm stepping back with a cough.

"Yeah, the way I fed as a demon – was never this messy." Avery said as she watched the children, noticing the sudden loss of heat which Anderson had provided.

"I never saw you feed." Anderson said as he turned his gaze away from Avery, the thought of her demonic side still plagued him. "Of course you never saw me feed; you would have tried to kill me." Avery chuckled as she turned to face him, a smirk covering her face. She knew as well as anybody that the priest was losing his morals, she didn't completely understand how or why but she could see it was happening.

"Aye, that's true." Anderson said as his green eyes met her blue ones, his gaze softening a little as he spoke. It was true, he would have happily slaughtered her where she stood once, once he despised her and what she represented – he thought her kind were abominations and traitors of God…but over time he had started to see a change, he began to understand a little of the hardship that turned the once innocent humans into these flawed monsters. "How did you feed?" Anderson asked quietly, the children still ripping the meat apart like animals not caring for their elders' conversation.

"Do you really want to know?" Avery asked tilting her head slightly to the side; perplexed at the question. She had not expected Anderson to want to know anything about her demonic life – it repulsed him.

"I fed off of people's feelings and energy – sexual energy was my favourite type of energy, it was the easiest for me to suck out. You know that feeling that rises from your groin and slowly burns up through your stomach and chest into your hands? I used to feed off of that. I would seduce an unsuspecting man or woman – I really had no preference, although women were much sweeter to the taste. I would wait for that energy to build up and then I could just suck the energy out of their bodies. "Avery purred, as her eyes filled with a darkness that disturbed the priest; he had worked hard to ensure that Avery could be as human as possible, he knew she had made big steps but there was still that darkness that lingered tainting the core of her soul. Anderson stepped back a little, his face dawned a pained expression.

"Forget I asked." He sighed as he shook his head. He didn't want to know, he regretted asking in the first place.

Avery took note of his change of expression, how he stepped away from her, and for some reason this hurt her, she felt a painful throb as the priest stepped away from her. She had never been the kind to think badly of what she did as a demon, it came natural to her- she knew that Anderson hates all things that went against God and demons were one of those creatures. Avery couldn't help but feel saddened by his reaction but quickly brushed it off.

"Don't tell me after all this time you are forgetting what I really am?" Avery chuckled putting up a front; she was good at that now, she could play away the pain. If she felt guilt, or pain it was easier to provoke a fight than to talk about it – talking didn't lead very far not in her experience.

"What you were." Anderson said gruffly as he took hold of her arm for a moment forcing her to look at him. Avery frowned a little batted his had away, he was confusing, one moment he was snapping at her for a comment and shunning her and the next he was wrapping his arms around her and making her feel valued; it was too confusing for Avery to deal with at this point.

"For the Lord came to seek and to save the lost, anyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved." Anderson said gently as he pulled Avery closer to him for a moment making her heart beat a little faster.

"Don't start that again Alex. I am not in the mood for your quotes." Avery snapped as she pulled her arm away from him and turning away hiding her reddening face. Anderson ran his hands threw his hair and sighed, he was persistent and he would save her soul even if it killed him.

"Maybe if you just listened for once instead off brushing me off…" Anderson sighed as Avery made her way over to the children.

"That was tasty! I feel so much better now!" Marcell exclaimed as he ran over and wiped his mouth with his sleeves, the young boy's innocent face covered in blood. It was a strange and unsettling sight to see, as the young boy returned to his previous sweet ways. Sarah sat on the floor in a pool of blood giggling as she waves her hands in the air asking to be picked up. Anderson let go of the redhead's arm and watched as she made her way over to the toddler and picked her up with a laugh.

"That's good news. Now, go and get in the shower, you are covered in muck." Avery laughed as she ruffled the young boy's hair as he wiped his face. "Oh yeah, I am kind of messy." He chuckled as he ran into the bathroom. Anderson watched as Avery crouched down in the dryer area and played with the little girl. It was like the former demon did not see the blood; she didn't see anything out of the ordinary about the two children being covered from head to toe in blood. Anderson didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing and it unnerved him. He saw a family in front of him, the kids he once raised within the orphanage now monsters yet he still cared for them, he couldn't hate them and the one woman he swore he would never show mercy to had captured his heart in a way he didn't believe possible. As he watched the scene play out from the side of the room he began to feel the similar panicking sensation rise inside him again, it always happened when he thought about his feelings – he didn't know how to process them properly, he was a man of God. These feelings were forbidden and to have them for a former demon and to show mercy to two demonic children was going against his very vows-he didn't know what to do. A year ago he would have slaughtered them all for the glory of God but now…now everything was different.

The feelings and thoughts raced around the priest's mind made him dizzy, shaking his head he decided it would be best for him to leave the 'family' be. Avery was in control of the situation and he knew now the kids had fed, they would not hurt her. He needed time to think about things, he needed to reflect on his feelings, he needed to pray for guidance, he knew is needed some help he would not be able to do what God asked of him without it.

"I best be off. I still have paperwork I need to finish." Anderson said quickly thinking of an excuse as he quickly made an exit from the room catching Avery's eye as she turned to watch him leave, her expression that of confusion and concern. "Oh ok, goodbye?" Avery said gently as the bedroom door closed quickly behind the priest, Avery was left confused as she tried to think over the last few minutes.

"I'm all clean!" Marcell exclaimed happily as he ran back into the room with his dressing gown on, his hair and face now fresh and clean from the shower. Avery smiled as her soon to be son made his way over to his bed and pulled out his PJs from his bedside cabinet.

"I am just going to give Sarah a bath Marcell, are you getting ready for bed?" Avery asked as she picked the little girl up and collected some clean clothes from the girl's bedside cabinet.

"Yes, Mum I will get ready for bed." He said as he yawned, his energy levels zapped from the excitement of the feed Avery chuckled to herself as she walked into the bathroom.

"Come on then pretty girl, let's get you all cleaned up."