He's one lucky man.

A few days had passed and Jacklyn and Ash's life seemed to be getting back to normal. Their wounds healing slowly, but surely and planning Heath's funeral for a proper send-off as Jacklyn wanted.

"This guy is so damn lucky I am doing this. In my eyes, he doesn't deserve this from any of us but, I know Scarlett would want us to do this and I'm doing this for you Jacklyn, not him." Ash said, writing down a checklist.

"I know and I respect that. He is my father so I think its only right to treat him as such. I'm not going all soft for him. It's just, He may have been evil and what not but, that doesn't mean I have to be." Jacklyn added.

"You're going all soft Jacklyn," Ash mocked,

"Oh shut it, You would too if someone close to you died." Jacklyn laughed.

"Jacklyn, Why are you so soft all of a sudden? The Jacklyn I knew wouldn't be this soft." Ash said

"He's my dad, Ash. It's the least I can do. That doesn't mean I like him, I just respect those who pass," Jacklyn said.

"Jacklyn's going all soft, Jacklyn's going all soft." Ash mocked, poking her cheek.

"You better stop that, or I will break your hand off." Jacklyn laughed.

"Oh, snappy, are we. Did I push a button," Ash laughed to himself.

"Remove your finger now," Jacklyn demanded in a joking way.

Ash removed his finger from her face and continued with the checklist. He looked at the clock and took off upstairs to change Scarlett's bandages. He slowly peeled them off to reveal her wounds, healing, and to his surprise, his stitches he did, worked. Ash cleaned her wounds followed by, rewrapping them. Scarlett was still unconscious on the bed. It had been almost a week since Ash first aided her, and still no signed of her waking up yet.

"Damn Scarlett, please wake up," Ash mumbled to himself.

There was a quiet knock at the door. Followed by, Jacklyn walking in with two cups of coffee.

"How is she doing? Awake yet?" Jacklyn question,

"No, nothing. Her wounds are healing but, she isn't waking up. Which makes no sense." Ash said, taking a cup of coffee off Jacklyn.

"Do you think she will wake?" Jacklyn asked while sipping her coffee.

"Honestly, I have no idea at this point," Ash said with a trembling voice.

"Ash don't worry, Everything will be okay. I just know it," Jacklyn said calmingly.

Ash and Jacklyn stood at the balcony window, looking out over at the view and forest that surrounded the house. They drank their coffee and placed their mugs down on the make up table. Jacklyn took ahold of Ash's hand and placed a jar in it. It was a little jar about the size of a contact lens bottle. It was full of blood, Heath's blood.

"What's this? Heath's blood?" Ash questioned

"Yeah, for Scarlett. When she wakes, I feel like she could use it. We never know, it could work or heal her, Just an idea," Jacklyn smiled,

"Thank you, This means a lot to me. Everything you've done does, You stayed around and helped me with Scarlett, you fed her when she needed blood and mostly you're here, got my back through all this." Ash smiled back.

"Scarlett means just as much to me as she does you," Jacklyn said.

Ash took the vile of blood and hid it away in the draws of the dresser. Out of sight from anyone. Jacklyn grabbed the mugs and took them back downstairs followed by, Ash.

"I just don't know what to do now Jacklyn. I mean, What if Scarlett doesn't wake up? I'm just so anxious and concerned. I'm just so paranoid, what if she doesn't wake up? What if dies from her injuries? Jacklyn, what do I do?" Ash panicked.

"Firstly, calm down. She will be fine. Just give her time to heal, she will come when she's ready to. Just calm down, stop panicking, this won't be any good for anyone. Let's go out for a walk." Jacklyn smiled.

Jacklyn and Ash put their coats on and went out. It was roughly eight o'clock, The sky was dark blue with an occasionally twinkling star in the sky. There was a subtle breeze, calming but cool. Everything had dried up from the previous storm that happened, the only light that shone on the path was the lights from the house. The further you tracked from the house, the darker it got. They kept walking in the pitch black, no one speaking a word. All you could hear was the noises of their shoes hitting off the ground. The wind soon began picking up, the sky got darker and it got chiller.

"It's so quiet outside tonight," Jacklyn said.

"Yeah, its nice isn't it?" Ash asked.

"It is, I love it, Scarlett would too. She's all about nighttime and darkness." Jacklyn laughed to herself.

Jacklyn felt something cold touch her cheek. She wiped her cheek but nothing was there. Again, something touched her cheek. She looked up to the sky and saw little white flakes falling from the sky.

"Snow? Is this snow?" Jacklyn questioned

"Not a chance. Not in August, I don't think so. " Ash said looking up.

"Oh my gosh, this just gets weirder every second," Jacklyn exclaimed.

"I have never seen anything like this before. Scarlett would hate this, she hates being cold. To be fair, Scarlett hates almost everything." Ash laughed.

It was very easy to tell they were both concerned for Scarlett and hoping she would wake up soon. Every moment that passed, was another moment they got more scared of what if she had died? and they're just waiting for nothing?

The snow began sticking to the ground, creating a sheet of ice followed by, a sheet of snow placed on top. the wind began picking up, Jacklyn and Ash then made their way back home, carefully trying to not fall and hurt themselves. They reached the house, bashed their shoes on the side to get all the snow off and made their way inside to avoid the cold.

"That's weird, I didn't expect that much snow already. That's mad!" Jacklyn said in shock.

Ash nodded and proceeded to take off his coat and sit down in the living room. Jacklyn did the same, off with the coat and sitting down in the living room.

"Let's get this funeral sorted out," Ash said, picking up his notebook

They sat down explaining what they needed. They weren't gonna go too full out. A coffin, flowers, ceremony and burial, None of them wanted to be there any longer than they had to. Ash made a few phone calls, ordered the items they needed. Jacklyn took down the prices then added them all up before coming to a total price.

"Five thousand pounds exactly," Jacklyn said

"That's not bad. We got everything we need now we wait," Ash said, leaning back in the chair.

They sat there for a few more hours talking about Scarlett's next steps in recovery. How she could drink blood with a fang missing, how she could go about her life with the wounds she had. They discussed if Scarlett would actually attend Heath's funeral.

"Honestly, I think its best we have the funeral without Scarlett. I don't want to be mean but, you know how she is around Heath. Plus, we don't know how she will act when she wakes up with her wounds. I don't want to risk anything, and I don't want to put loads of pressure on Scarlett." Jacklyn explained.

"I understand. I think that's the best option we have right now." Ash agreed.

Ash got up and wished goodnight to Jacklyn. He made his way upstairs and when he got in the bedroom, he kissed Scarlett's forehead.

"Goodnight sweetheart, Please wake up soon," Ash whispered.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Jacklyn was still sat on the couch, thinking to herself, how could she help Scarlett recover? How long would it be until Scarlett woke up? Jacklyn's mind was like a racecourse of thoughts. Jacklyn peeled herself off the couch and turned off the light. She walked upstairs and peeked her head around Ash's bedroom door and wished him and Scarlett goodnight before heading to her room.

A few more days had passed, and Scarlett still hadn't awoken. It was the day of the funeral. Ash woke up and aided Scarlett once more. Not realising this would be the last time he would have to. Then, proceeded to get ready. He was dressed in full black, nothing different from his usual style. He did his hair and makeup. Ash went to check up on Jacklyn to see if she was ready. Jacklyn had done her hair and makeup, She was also dressed in full black. They both said goodbye to Scarlett before leaving. Neither of them had any idea of what could happen at the funeral or what was going to happen.