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Alright everyone, here it is the companion story to 'Vampire's for Violette'. I really hope you all like Grayson's story!

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June 21, 1833

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I was awakened by the sun as it slowly moved over my closed eyes. The June heat had already penetrated the panes of glass. I urged my eyelids to part from their slumber, the sweat forming heavy on my brow.

I reluctantly threw my feet to the chilled wood, and began dressing. Too hot for much else, I wore just my pants and a plain shirt. I splashed the room temperature water from the basin to my face, getting no relief.

I could hear the morning bustle common to my home around me. Mother was in the kitchen shooing away my brother from the food. Father was outside by the barn calling his faithful dog. My youngest sister Abigail was downstairs speaking animatedly to the second eldest, Martha, about the return of her best friend Annie Kelly.

I smiled at the thoughts of the Kelly girls returning. They had traveled to Boston to visit with their wealthy grandmother early spring. Mrs. Kelly has said girls of their age needed to witness proper society. The idea of the two girls in society made me laugh.

Having been neighbors our whole lives the Kelly's were my second kin, and I saw their two daughters as my own sisters.

Though I would not admit so to my younger sibling, I missed both of the girls dearly. They were unlike my own sisters; their free spirits had always fascinated me.

The youngest, Annie, at eight years was the same age as Abigail. There was a constant brightness in her blue eyes, and her lightheartedness always brought me happiness, as it does everyone.

The eldest Kelly sister is a sight to behold. My mother refers to her as a wildflower, beautiful and untamed. At sixteen years of age, she has no desire to seek out a suitor as many other young ladies her age have. She still plays with her younger sibling as though they are equals. Yet, in her youth there is a much admired wisdom. I am four years her elder and I consider her one of my dearest friends. I respect her as I would a man of great honor.

Yes, their return was an exciting event indeed.

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My day's chores passed slowly under the hot sun of the equinox. Father and I tended the wheat fields along with the servants. As the day ended, my body ached as the sun finally began its decent.

My mother and sisters had spent the early afternoon preparing for the Kelly's arrival. The windows of the house were all perched open in attempts to capture a passing breeze. Servants and women of the house ushered me upstairs, ordering me to change.

Father laughed at this, as he embraced mother in a brief kiss before following suit to change to finer clothes. My parents' affection towards one another had never faltered. Father had once told me to wait however long I should to wed, but never to wed without love. He is a man of great principle who believed it better to never marry, than to marry for foolish reasons aside from love. I gave him my word that what I would, and still continue to do so till love finds me.

At twenty years of age I have never loved. Many young women have pursued me in recent years, but I hold true to my promise. I have faith in the fates, as I do in love.

Down below me I could hear the Kelly family arriving. Annie was squealing my sisters' names joyously, no doubt already embracing each. I hurried into my dinner clothes that had been laid out before me on my bed.

The sweat on my neck was thick as I pulled on my jacket. I stood by the window sill for a moment to cool off with a passing breeze. The sun was beyond the trees and above the stars began to shine in a perfect night.

There was a quick knock on my door, as my brother Andrew stuck his head in. "Mother asked for you to join us."

"Thank you Andrew, I will come down with you now." My twelve year old brother beamed excited at me as I passed to the hall with him.

"Wait until you see them, they are so changed. Proper even." He whispered low.

When we passed to the banister overlooking the entryway below, I was rendered speechless.

There in the candlelight, of my very own house, was a true angel dressed in a light ivory summer dress. Her shiny brown hair was pulled atop her head, with a few chosen curls framing her fair face. She stood before me, proud and proper indeed.

Andrew nudged my still frame, "Come on Grayson."

The fair petite beauty looked up to see me where I stood. Her blue eyes smiled to me before her lips.

I made it down the stairs without moving my eyes from hers. The commotions about us went unnoticed by my ears, all else had faded away.

I moved before her, and she curtsied swiftly like a lady. I raised my eyebrows up in a show of surprise. These formalities between us were foreign to me.

She surprised me further by releasing a familiar friendly laugh, and then embracing me warmly.

"I have missed you my dearest friend." She whispered softly while I wrapped my arms around her, forgetting myself. I felt surrendered at her touch; it was familiar, but so changed.

Mr. Kelly cleared his throat behind me, and I pulled away, but not before whispering back, "I have missed you as well, Violette."