⚡️⚡️⚡️Alex's POV⚡️⚡️⚡️

   It had been three days since I was "turned" into an angel. Two days since I flew with my harmed wings. One day since my wings fractured during a sudden windstorm, while I was practicing with Co and Daddy. So I was on bed rest. Again. This time I really believe I may have lost the full use of my wings.

   "Hello Lex," Papa gently brushed some hair off my cheek. "What's wrong baby?"

   "I... I can't feel my right wing," I whisper. He glanced at the doorway, which I had been ignoring. "I will never fly again, will I Papa?" He nodded. A sad look flashed on his face.

   "Your Mama wants to talk to you," I glance at the door, where my parents and Mommy were at. "Can she come in?" I nod, though it was to small to be seen if you were not looking for it. "Cissa," she practically smothered me in her hug.

   "I'm so sorry Alex," she leaned back a bit. "You said you can't feel you right wing?" I nod slowly. "I'm going to touch it. Tell me if you feel anything." I say there for ten minutes before I looked back at her. "Anything?"

   "No ma'am."

   "The nerves were probably severed when he crashed," my godfather, the Dark Lord, reasoned. "Let's let him rest. Dog stay."

   Sirius' grumble of "not a dog" had me giggling. I snuggle into bed and watched as an unknown owl came in to my room. Both papa and I look at the other. "It's for you," he uses his wand, so that he wouldn't have to touch it. He said a few spells then it lit up like a Christmas tree. "Alex get up," he spoke urgently. "We need to find your godfather, and maybe your parents." I get up as quickly as I could.

   He picks me up and races me to the throne room. There was a meeting going on when we race in. The letter floated prettily flashing different colors as it followed two meters behind us. The one talking froze when he saw us.

   "Tom," Sirius said handing me to my mates. "We have a problem. I didn't even think about him till today." Remy froze when he heard this.

   "But we where told he is dead," I look between the two I call parents. "Sirius, he is dead."

   "Yes and no," he ran his fingers through his hair. "My mother, despite being a Black,  was a vampire. From some distant relatives." He froze. "My brother is one. Once he came into his inheritance.... He stopped being himself. Vampires have chosen mates. He... he set his eyes on Alexander." Draco and Charlie hugged me tighter.

   "Interesting," a voice from the shadows says. "And what would his vampires name be?"

   "Master," Mommy answered for Papa. "His name is Master."

~ bet you didn't see that coming. If you did. I applaud you good sirs and ladies. And for the rest who have stuck with my lame attempts at a sequel I hope these last two will make up for going off script and letting my evil plot bunnies off their "figurative" plot treadmills.

                   -DS35