During the time Leonard was in Valeria he had tried to find about Martha but there was nothing he could find. Martha had no relatives that they could backtrack whom she could have known. One thing she confirmed was that she was nowhere related to Martha but then it came back to the question of who her family was again.

Her life before coming to the Carmichael's mansion was a blank sheet. There was nothing in there to read or know about.

"I don't. It's just me," Vivian answered the vampiress. Interested she asked, "Do you often go to meet the Duke?"

"Unfortunately, no. I was in Woville for almost a year and only recently returned back home. My maternal grandmother lives there alone and she needed someone to watch over her lands and handle the matters there," from Eleanor's words, Vivian could tell that she was a smart woman of trade.

Maybe that is why she never saw her before, thought Vivian while walking beside her in the empty corridors of the mansion. She had seen Mr and Mrs Henz at the Carmichael's mansion but not Christopher or Eleanor.

"That's an odd coloured glove you are wearing," Eleanor commented glancing at Vivian's hands which she had held together in front of her, "You should try white or skin coloured ones. They will look much feminine. What do you think about shopping with me?"

"Ah, that's alright. I don't think I need it right away," Vivian tried to refuse but the vampiress was having none of it and instead went on to say, "I haven't found the time to shop lately and I would love it if you could accompany me there. It is always good to have company, don't you think so too?" unable to refuse she did nothing but smile, hoping the girl would understand it to be neither a yes or a no for now.

Talking to Eleanor had been a pleasant experience in the dark mansion of the Henz. After the revelation of her taking part in the exams, Mr and Mrs Henz' att.i.tude seemed to have a stark and possible view of how uncomfortable and unwelcomed they wanted Vivian to feel.

When it came time to leave and head back to the mansion, the family came to see them off at the carriage but Christopher didn't make an effort to appear and say goodbye.

After Eleanor hugged Vivian, asking her to visit in the future, she hugged Leonard.

Vivian didn't know why but the hug seemed to appear like it was a sad one. As if the girl wanted to linger a little longer than the time that was available. It seemed that after Charlotte, Eleanor was closer to Leonard or was it Eleanor and then Charlotte? It was hard to guess.

"Visit us soon," Eleanor got a pat on her head in response by Leonard.

"Sure. We shall take our leave now," Vivian bowed along with him and then got into the carriage.

On their way back, Vivian couldn't help but clear her doubt with Leo, asking him, "It was Christopher who killed Billy?" Leonard who had been setting his jacket looked up.

"It was him," she bit her lip, pondering about it.

"You need to visit them more. Eleanor misses you."

"Sometimes it's better to keep your relatives at a distance than keep them close and let them manipulate you with your thoughts. Not that they could but sometimes it's considered wise to keep them at an arm's length," he paused for a second, "Let's not visit them again."

"Why would you say that?" asked Vivian, a small furrow formed between her brows. As if in self-realization she then said, "You don't have to worry about me. I...I know that pureblooded vampires don't take a human's life that well. Don't stop on my accord."

"It's not that. I went because it was needed to maintain the relations.h.i.+p; for the namesake. Didn't I tell you, Vivi. You are all the family I would ever need," his eyes lazily looked into hers, a languid smile on his lips.

Vivian shook her head yet smiled, leaning towards his shoulder she rested her head on his black overcoated shoulder. Though it wasn't something she wanted, she didn't voice out the disapproval of him wanting to stay away from his relatives. Instead, her chest felt lighter by his words. Not because she wouldn't be hearing any disapproving remarks from Mr Henz but because there was something she felt when it came to Eleanor.

Though the vampiress was sweet and had been kind to her, there was just something she couldn't put her finger on. She wondered if it was because of the jealousy that had brewed in the beginning as a misunderstanding. Or if it was due to Mrs Henz teasing both Leonard and her daughter together.

Leonard had to carry Vivian out of the carriage as she had fallen fast asleep. Not having the heart to wake her up, he picked her with less possible movements and took her inside the mansion. On his way, the housekeeper and some of his maids couldn't help but ogle at them as if something had happened to the lady in his arms as she looked unconscious.

Tucking her in the bed, Vivian turned her body to hug her blanket which Leonard had used to cover her body. Closing the door, he turned around to see Jan at his service.

"Master Leonard," the housekeeper bowed at him, "Mr Carmichael has come to visit and is waiting in the study room."

"Uncle Sullivan?"

"Yes. He arrived a minute ago," his uncle sure had the worst timing to drop by the mansion to see how he was doing.

"Get him some refreshments while I go change my clothes," the housekeeper bowed his head and went on his way to the kitchen. Once Leonard had changed his clothes, he went to the study room to meet his uncle who had taken a seat on one of the couches while having Jan, the housekeeper entertain him.

Sullivan Carmichael was Leonard's paternal uncle, his father's younger brother who dotted on Leonard like his own son. And with the same privilege, Sullivan made sure to support his nephew like his own while also keeping unwanted people away from him.

Up until now, Leonard had kept away the relations.h.i.+p he and Vivian shared to be a secret. It wasn't that he was ashamed about it but merely because he needed Vivian to first settle down with her feelings for him. To make sure that she saw that the only person she would ever need in her life was him and no one else.

He wanted to monopolize her, keep her to himself entirely.