Godric POV.

I was tired. I could no longer live this undead existence without seeing my angel. I was to burn soon, I thought as I sat in the damp basement beneath a church of humans that hated my kind. I chose to be here, of course, as I missed her. She had been everything, no matter how quickly we had met…

It had been during my human life that I first saw her. She had given me freedom from the romans, and at that time was acting the part of a roman woman herself. She had paid a visit to an old friend, Lucretia, who was my dominos' wife. The moment I eyes had met, we were connected.

I hadn't known that then, of course; I was just a boy. However, I had thought she was the most beautiful being I had ever laid my eyes upon. And she was… oh, she was.

She had long golden, literally golden, curls that cascaded down to the centre of her back. Her bright, violet eyes stood out against her thick black lashes. Her skin; oh, her skin. It was pale, yet held every imaginable colour in the light. Her lips were plump and pink. She was as tall as I was, and slim, but had a woman's body, with curves in all the right places. She had looked to be about my age; sixteen.

The first time I had seen her, when my heart had lurched in my chest, my loins had tightened, and tears of unknown joy and come to my eyes. The first time I had seen her, was the first and last time I had seen her in sunlight. Her golden hair glowed, along with her creamy skin, and the blood-red robes she had worn enticed me.

She had looked at me with a confused frown, but had schooled her features quickly. She had left the room not long after and I had not dared hope to see her again.

That night, the angel had rescued me. She had come to my slave quarters and taken me from the roman home in which I was kept. I had said no word; fearing the angel's rath, and followed her as she pulled me deep in the forests.

Finally, she had stopped and turned to me, a smile lifting her lovely lips. I spoke very little roman and hoped she did not mind, but she had inspected me, her eyes trailing over my tattoos.

"You are a Gaul?" she had asked me in Gaelic. I was shocked; this creature knew my native tongue. I had nodded, fearing to speak and upset the angel. I feared she would leave me here without her touch. She had only stepped closer, however, and in a blur her hand was at my throat. At first I went to fight back, but then… I decided if she wanted me dead she could have me dead. Before I could relax, she had snapped the black collar from my neck and tossed it to the earth. She had… freed me. She had taken my slave collar. I was… free.

She had brought her face to mine and kissed my cheek softly. I had sighed at the feel, and hardened beneath my slave robes. She was amazing. When I opened my eyes she looked different.

There were wings growing from her back. Big and white, like that of a servant to the gods. I stared in wonder at her beauty until her light giggle had brought me out of my daze.

I finally found the courage to speak, and asked her in my native tongue what she was. She had replied.

"I am an angel, Gaul. May I ask of your Gaelic name?" no one from Rome had ever cared to know my name before; they had simply given me a new name; a roman name.

"My name is Godric, Angel. May I yet know of your name?" she just smiled and handed me a large pouch of money.

"If we ever meet again, I shall tell you my name. For now, however, use the coins to make your way. Stay safe, warrior." And with that she had gone. She had blurred from my sight; left me alone.

I sighed in the basement, and let my head drop back against the stone wall. The second time we had met, the encounter was much briefer…

It had been just a few years after I had turned Eric, and I had given up hope on ever seeing my angel again. I had despaired for many years, even after my seventeenth year when my maker had captured me and turned me. I had killed him, though, for her. I owed a debt of my life, heart, and soul to only her. Not even to Eric.

I was lonely, and turned the brave Viking warrior through that loneliness. He was a good child, and the decision had never been regretted.

Eric had been on his first lone hunt, and I had gone to wonder the little city in which we were staying. In modern day, the city would be called Venice. I had been a savage after losing my angel, and more so through confused at my obsession with. I felt as though my heart and soul were ripped from me, and as much as I blamed becoming death, I knew I had felt the same before.

Anyway, I had wondered the city and saw her. She had been wondering the streets, looking about herself in curiosity. I had found out everything I could about angels after she had left me. I had found that they lived in another realm and that only the fallen of them, who were the eldest and usually most powerful, could come to the main world. I knew she was powerful as she had been in the main world when she met him, and his curiosity and need to see her had grown. I had learnt that they are very fast and strong, depending on their age, much like a vampire, and can fly with their wings. They could control all four elements and manipulate those around into wanting to do what they said. A fallen, had more powers; but every fallen was different and each had powers depending on their personality. Every fallen, however, had the power of death. They could choose how and when a person would die.

Seeing the angel again, I at first could not believe it was her. She was even more stunningly beautiful than he had remembered and I felt awed to once again be in her presence. She had gone into an alley, and I had followed. She had known I was following, of course, and had led me here.

She turned to me and had a look of wonder upon her face. "You are still alive, Gaul. As a vampire." I did not reply, simply stared at her. "I am glad." She said finally. I came closer to her and reached out for her. She flinched away, weary of an attack.

"I would never harm you." I had whispered in Gaelic, knowing if I ever did hurt her, I would give myself to the dawn. She had smiled brightly, "I know, my warrior. I fear that I feel too strongly for you as I must go once more. I have to go back to the angel's realm. But, we will see each other again, I promise."

I had just stared. "Your name. You promised your name." I whispered desperate to keep her with me longer. She had smiled gently, "Evangeline. My name is Evangeline." But it was too late. She kissed me gently upon my cold lips, and faded into the night. I had fell to my knees and roared in anguish, startling many around me, and panicking my child, who had raced back from his hunt.

In that damp basement, Godric let a blood tear trace his cool cheek. Soon, it would be over.