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One of them had to stay at the House in case of emergencies and it was Alice’s turn. She didn’t mind, as it gave her a chance to start sorting out the decorations, but that was until she saw the tree. At first all she could do was stare at it, unable to believe that they’d really chosen to purchase what appeared to be a 10 foot tall Christmas Tree. Unfortunately it would fit where they’d planned to put it, because the reception had lovely high ceilings, so there was really no reason to tell them to return it and get something less ostentatious. They had, thankfully, bought a tree with roots, as John had asked, which would be planted somewhere after all the festivities were done. It made the amount of money they must have paid for it a long term investment rather than a waste.

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Lewis was still in the doorway of the dining room when Elise realised he was looking for her. She glanced at Tom and Lily, who both shrugged, before nibbling on the cold toast that was still on the plate in front of her. It wasn’t hard to guess why the vampire was looking for her, not with Sarah arriving in a couple of days, and Elise could understand why there were questions. Becoming a long termer would have been easy enough to do in theory, if money had been the only reason Sarah wanted to enter the house, but there was more to the decision than how much money she would get for becoming a long term donor.

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Memories of the night before battered Sam from the moment he woke up. The face of the vampire who had left him for dead; his deceased friends and teammates; Alice with tears in her eyes; and the voice, at times his father’s, at others his mother’s, that kept telling him he was making a huge mistake by becoming a blood sucker. It wouldn’t matter to either of them that he hadn’t been ready to die. He knew that he’d never see then again because of the choice he’d made and a small part of him regretted hurting them. Until the night he’d met Alice his beliefs had been the same as his parents. All vampires were evil. Getting to know Alice had taught him how wrong he was.

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Kneeling beside a very battered Sam, Alice did her best to keep the tears from falling. Being a hunter could be dangerous, but most never came across a vampire who actually wanted to hurt them. Most vampires saw the human hunters as a joke, because even a group of humans would have trouble hurting a vampire who was feeding regularly, although there were those who used the hunters as a way out of a life they’d never wanted. She looked over at the other hunters, all of whom were dead, and felt a wave of pity wash over her, as they were all hunters who had followed Sam when he said he was going to change his way of thinking. It was thanks to them that so many vampire in need of help had found the donor house.

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Written for LJ user ysabetwordsmith’s prompt: A vampire wanting to make a donation to charity, and the charity not wanting to accept it.

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“Very few vampires were ever given a choice,” Lewis replied, sadly. “I did what I thought was best at the time, because I couldn’t ask you what you wanted, and I’m sorry that you sometimes wish I hadn’t made that choice.” He sighed. “My creator changed me because he was lonely.”

Dawn bit her lip. Lewis had never talked to her about when he’d become a vampire, probably because she’d never spent long enough around him for them to have any form of conversation. She didn’t know how to reply, or if he even wanted her to, and it made her feel uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “I’ve never been angry with you. Ever. It’s just…” She thought for a moment. “If I had been given a choice I think I would have said yes, and I would still have regretted becoming a vampire occasionally, but I never wanted to be changed by my own grandfather.”

“I never expected to have to change a family member. When I came across you I did honestly think about walking away, because it would be easier, but I couldn’t. Leaving anyone to die would have been impossible and knowing that I would have been leaving my granddaughter…” There was silence, as though Lewis was thinking about what to say next. “Not long before I found you I was thinking about leaving the area. Being around my family, no matter how much I still loved you all, was painful, and I needed some time to deal with everything that had happened, if I had of left I never would have been able to help you. I’ve never been able to decide whether staying was a good thing or not.”

“It was a good thing.” Dawn almost smiled. “I’m grateful for the help you gave me then and the help you’ve given me throughout my life. Maybe becoming a vampire wasn’t something I would have chosen, but most of the time I’m grateful that you cared enough about me to put up with me for eternity.”

“We haven’t spent much of the time you’ve been a vampire together.”

“I know.” Dawn sighed, knowing that her problems had stopped her from having some sort of stability in her life. “That’s going to change, Lewis, because I want to get to know you properly, rather than having occasional phone chats when I need something from you.”

“Although you will need something from me when you get here.” Dawn could hear the smile in Lewis’ voice. “I’ll have a place ready for you by the time you get here and I promise you won’t have to enter the donor house until you’re ready.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready,” Dawn replied, honestly, knowing that being around a large group of vampires was never going to be easy.

“Just take your time. I’ll introduce you to a couple of vampires I think might be able to help you and then, if you never are ready, at least you’ll have some friends.”

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When Dawn rang Lewis she wasn’t actually expecting an answer, because they often avoided talking to each other. The whole thing was a little weird, really, but understandable at the same time. She could imagine, if she’d come across a family member dying and had the ability to save them, doing exactly the same thing. It was just getting used to having a grandfather who was permanently just three years older than her, who just happened to be her vampiric father. Normally it was her doing the avoiding. He was normally just busy all the time and now that he was working on the donor house she knew he would be even more busy.

So Lewis’ reply of, “It’s been a long time,” took her by surprise and her only answer, to begin with, was silence.

“Sorry,” Dawn said, finally. “I just…”

“You don’t need to explain.”

Dawn ran a hand through her hair. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. How are you?”

The answer to that question was even harder to work out. Dawn knew she needed help, and the only person she trusted to help her was Lewis, but she didn’t know how to ask. It felt like she only ever rang him when she needed his help, and she probably did, but that wasn’t the relationship she wanted to have with him. She just didn’t know how to change things.

“Things have been better.”

“How can I help?”

“I don’t know.” Dawn tapped her fingers on the table in front of her, trying to think. “I’m not even sure I want you to help.”

“Dawn, tell me what’s happened.”

It took her a moment to realise that Lewis couldn’t see her shaking her head. “It’s not something I want to talk about right now.” Dawn sighed. “I just want to be safe for a while.”

“Come to the donor house.”

“I…” She sighed again. “Living with a group of vampires, no matter how nice they are, isn’t something I think I can deal with right now.”

“You don’t have to live here. It would just be easier to work things out face to face, and I spend pretty much all my time at the house now, so it’s the best place for you to come. When you get here ring me and I’ll come down to get you. Okay?”

“I guess.” Dawn blinked away the tears she could feel threating to fall. “I want us to have a proper relationship, Lewis. It’s time I stopped acting like a child and dealt with my problems.”

“You needed time and I was happy to give it to you. If you really want us to work things out, then I’m open to the idea, but I don’t want you to feel like my help is something you have to pay for. You’re family.”

“Lewis…” Dawn stared into the mug of coffee. “Do you ever wish you’d made a different decision when you came across me?”

“No, never. Do you ever wish I’d made a different decision?”

“Yes, sometimes, when I’m feeling at my worst. Being a vampire was never my choice.”

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This is my second idea for the continuation of ‘The Beginning of the Donor House’ for livejournal user ysabetwordsmith.

Issac’s smile turned to a frown. Nick knew that he’d thought of something that would put a potential spanner in the works, and that worried him. For the donor house to work he needed Issac as a partner. Issac was one of the oldest vampires he knew, even though he wasn’t sure how old, and he had a lot of influence when it come to other vampires. In comparison Nick was young because he’d been turned in the 1500s, so he didn’t have much influence with the older vampires.

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This is my first idea for the continuation of ‘the Beginning of the Donor House’ for livejournal user ysabetwordsmith.

Nick knew that Alice had heard what they were talking about when she walked into the room, carrying another bottle of whiskey. She glanced at him, not giving him enough chance to read exactly what she was feeling but he knew that she wasn’t happy, before setting the bottle gently down on the table. If it hadn’t been for Issac taking hold of her hand as she turned to leave the room he knew he would never have known what she was thinking. Even after thirty years she still hadn’t forgiven Nick and he didn’t blame her.

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