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Christa woke up the following night, blinking away tears.

She had felt Adam's terror and anguish over the events that he'd only half told her about, she could tell that he was glossing over a lot of it, and that he'd only told her half of the information, but at that time, she didn't care. If the real details were as bad as the half told one then she would be scared of all vampires, and she didn't want that.

Over the 10 years since she'd left school, left Matt and Adam behind, she'd only met a few vampires, and nearly all of them were hostile and didn't want anything to do with werewolves, and the werewolves she had met, they had been standoffish, and defensive so she had left them alone. She only met one ghost and that was because she'd been there when he'd died.

She rolled over, the quilt tangling around her legs, and deciding that she wasn't going to sleep anymore she decided that she would go get herself a glass of milk.

When she got to her kitchen, she stood in the doorway and stared in at Adam, sitting on the lap of another man, leaning on his shoulder.

'Who are you?' she asked frostily.

Both men jumped, and Adam looked decidedly guilty.

The other man waved sombrely, and she guessed that he was part of the events.

Adam popped up and walked around the table to her, 'This is, umm, Mitchell.' He said with slight reverence and awe in his voice.

The other man simply waved his fingerless glove clad hands and said a quiet 'hello.'

She turned to Adam, and snapped, 'Why is there another vampire in my kitchen?'

Adam shrugged, 'He's helping me.'

The other vampire shook his head vigorously, leaning forward to rest his forearms on her kitchen table.' I'm not helping you. I'm protecting you.'

'I'm not weak Mitchell.' Adam argued tiredly, and Christa guessed that they'd had this conversation many times over.

'But you seem to forget that you're one of the most wanted vampires in America.' Mitchell hissed.

Christa stiffened: what had Adam been up to? She leaned back against the door, and closed her eyes for a second; she wished that she had never left her bed.

'Oh yeah.' Adam scoffed, 'I protected my goddaughter, and her parents. How is that a crime?'

'You killed other vampires for god's sake!' Mitchell snapped. 'For werewolves! It's not even right to socialise with them, that's against every moral code in the vampire world.'

'You would have done the same.' Christa was shocked when the vampire she's seen when she was in sixth form spoke quietly, instead of snapping or yelling back like he would have done back in school.

'Of course I would.' Mitchell implored the younger vampire. 'You know I would. You've known me for sixteen years Adam.'

Adam stayed still, hanging his head, and looking at the floor.

'Adam... please.' The older vampire moved and pulled the younger into a hug, 'They were my friends, longer than yours. They just trusted you more. You've never yet followed through on an attack. You've never killed anybody. That meant they could put more trust in you than they could in me. I mean look at me! I'm one of the most famous vampires in our world. You're the same.'

Adam rested his forehead on Mitchell's shoulder. 'I know.'

Christa sprang forward then, 'Hang on... You're both famous?'

They both turned to look at her then, before Adam sat down in his own chair.

'Yes.' Mitchell admitted.

'What for?' Christa asked, glancing at Adam to see if he was ok.

The vampire in question stood up again, and walked out, murmuring that he was checking on the child.

Christa stared after him, before turning to Mitchell, to see him staring at the space where the vampire had been standing.

'How is he?' the vampire asked her.

'He's... grieving.' She tried to find the right words.

'Yeah, he would be.' Mitchell murmured to himself.

'What happened to your friends?' Christa asked, needing to know more details than Adam had told her. 'What happened to Adam?'

Mitchell stared at her, swallowing with difficulty, and Christa noticed his gaze straying to her throat.

'Well?' She prompted angrily.

He leaned against her kitchen table, and looked away. 'He was out with Georgina and Alexander. He went back home, got assaulted by his own kind, and had to go on the run with his two godchildren, after seeing at least two of his best friends kids getting murdered.'

Christa stared at the vampire again, trying to comprehend what had happened.

Mitchell stalked up to her, leaning into her face, 'Do not hurt him. If you do you will have to deal with me.' He hissed, before going out the room to join the other vampire.

He left Christa shaking slightly, leaning against the draining board, wishing that she had't come down for a glass of milk.