After hanging up with Boone, Christian sighed.

“I can see you hugging me, Mum, I just can’t feel it..”

He said, as if he would get a reply back.

He looked over at the chair.

“Hi, Jas..”

He said, smiling at the ghost.

“Okay. Let me know if I can do anything for you from this side of the world.”

Christian said as he saw the ghost of his mother wrap her arms around him.

He couldn’t feel it because, well, ghost, but he smiled as he imagined it felt warm.

“You let me know if I need to come back and I will. I’m sorry I left without a word, I just couldn’t deal with that..”

Christian said as he looked to his right, his left and in the chair adjacent from the couch.

His magic let him see the ghosts of his mother, father and sister.

“They’re here..”

“I’ve only seen her darker side once and I was able to bring Night back with my magic.”

Christian said as he sat on the couch in the living room. He thought he felt something brush against his arms and stop right next to him.

“Do I need to come back to New York?”

He asked.

Christian picked up on the second ring.

“Mr. Weiss, what can I do for you, Sir?”

He asked as he had gone from the Crypt back into the Manor.

“I see. Has this been brought to King Hastings’ attention? I would call him and get him back here, and if you can’t, give us a call back and I’ll see if I can’t get him to come.”

Krittle said as he let his people know and alerted them of what was going on.

“King Hastings needs to know.”

Nicholas Krittle answered the phone.

“Elder Boone, how might the Vampire Authorities be of some assistance to you?”

He asked as he relaxed at his desk.

Christian soon found his way out to the Hastings Family Crypt where 3 of the 4 Coffins were occupied. Ambrose and Christian’s Coffins were on the right while Jasmine and Scarlet’s Coffins were on the left.

He felt good vibes in here and good energy radiating through the place.

“Hi guys..”

Nothing eventful happened during the day and Christian just mostly slept the whole time he was here.

He didn’t go out and do anything, he just stayed home.

“Yes. Do whatever you need to detain her, I’ll be home within the next few days, I just need some space and time to think..”

He bit his lip, stopping the tears as he looked at a picture of his sister, Jasmine.

Christian ended up falling asleep on the floor and when he woke up, he had a terrible backache.

He groaned and made his way to the living room where he collapsed on the couch.

“And if I need to, I can always work from here. Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll get it done.”

Christian was in the process of becoming the King of London.

As Christian are his food, he began to sob. It was just how his mother used to make it.

And since she was gone, he just had to deal with it.

“Mum, I miss you..”

He whispered as he fell to his knees and began sobbing uncontrollably.

“My job with the VA got done earlier than expected and I went to Night’s house to surprise her, but she wasn’t home and I wanted some space, so I came to London to try and clear my head.”

Christian said.

Christian slept for a few days, he was really tired. By the third day, he woke up feeling refreshed and as good as new.

He went down to the kitchen and began making himself a traditional English breakfast.

“I’m in London. I came home to surprise her and she wasn’t there, so I came back to my childhood home.”

As Christian spoke, the sound of crying could be heard.

“I need some time away, I’m sorry..tell my daughters that I love them and I’ll be back soon.”

He said as he sighed.

Christian blocked the bond from Night. She didn’t ant to be around anyone? Fine, then he didn’t want to be around her for the moment.

He eventually ended up in his old room, laying on the bed and falling asleep.

The more Christian stayed here at Hastings Manor, the more safe he felt.

Every picture on the wall had a memory and a story to go with it.

He smiled as he walked into the Parlor and saw the statue of him that his mother had made.

“I love you too, Mum.”

He whispered softly.

“So much for getting a welcome hug..”

Christian said as he decided to go to Hastings Manor for a few days.

He’d taken his private jet across the world to his childhood home in London, England.

The Manor was full of memories and he just felt safe here. He loved that feeling.