"It's been 2,000 years, Godric."

"I'm sorry, I'm not understanding your point."

"Why do you continue to act as if you're doing nothing wrong?"

"Because I'm doing nothing wrong."

"You. Are. So. Fucking. Stubborn."

Katya's aggravation showed through her voice, clearly annoyed, a tone Godric had gotten used to over the past few decades. He knew she wasn't happy, but excuse him if he wasn't very keen on the idea of a complete lifestyle makeover and attitude adjustment.

"What happens if one day, all humans and vampires do co-exist? What happens then?" Katya questioned, one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows rising, arms crossing swiftly across her chest.

Before answering, Godric scoffed. "Please, Katya. Spare me your ridiculous theories about how everyone will learn to get along peacefully and play nice. Just because you manage to do so, doesn't mean the rest of us can, or even want to."

"It's obviously not impossible, Godric," Katya continued, ignoring the other's request. "We all were once human. We're not that different."

"You know what I find odd?" Godric asked mockingly, abruptly changing the subject as he began to pace around the large, spacious room. His hands slipped into the pockets of his white slacks, his threatening eyes immediately finding Katya's. "That I'm your maker… yet here you are, trying to tell me what I should be doing and how I should be thinking."

The warning look Godric shot her was enough to break the intense staring match, and Katya lowered her attention to the ground. She realized how foolish she was, trying to teach her maker what the moral thing to do was, and regardless of how true her words might have been, she wet her lips and sighed softly to herself, keeping quiet. The silence in the room allowed her some time with her own thoughts, which she needed to recollect after the situation the two had just found themselves in. Thankfully, Godric allowed his progeny to do so, declaring himself the winner of the argument by exiting the room, a pleased expression on his face.

Her head still tilted down, Katya's hazel orbs followed the small figure of the male as he disappeared through the doorway, raising her gaze when she was sure he was out of the room. Katya made her way over to the plush sofa located in the center of the room, plopping down onto the cushion and letting her head hang over the backside of the couch unsupported. Staring up at the patterns on the ceiling, a small and involuntary pout pushed her lips out and another sigh followed, the breath exhaling through her nose this time instead of her tightly closed mouth.

Godric was right, of course, Katya shouldn't be speaking to her maker in such a way… but she found it so unbelievably difficult to comprehend that he was still living like such a savage. Killing and torturing humans for fun, going out of his way to harm innocent breathers, and attempting to make them his servants had become daily routines for Godric. Maybe all of that had been somewhat acceptable for vampires in the past, but they were now part of a civilized, modern day world. It was the 1900's, not the 10th century. Drinking from those alive was fine, of course, for how else were they supposed to survive? But unnecessary slaughtering sprees and making a game out of murder should have been out of the question. That barbaric behavior was becoming intolerant and Katya was ashamed her maker and his other progeny, Eric, were still participating in such gruesome acts, showing no signs of remorse or stopping.

But what had made her most nervous about Godric's apparent hatred for those still alive was that she had claimed her own human, Anton, five years ago. Although Godric was well aware of Anton's presence, he never respectfully acknowledged it and always pretended the other wasn't there, choosing to ignore him by walking out of the room if Anton had spoken to him. It was all becoming very childish, really. And weirdly enough, come to think of it, Katya didn't remember Godric speaking so frequently ill of the humans until she had met Anton. Sure, one knew somebody not of vampire descent was on Godric's shit list, but after Katya had met her human, all seemed to just go further downhill with his harsh verbal insults and increased rage towards breathers. Introducing the two of them was something she had avoided for a long time, but she knew if she attempted to keep her lover a secret forever, when Godric did find out, which he would have… well, she didn't want to even consider what could have possibly happened.

Godric headed straight for his bedroom as soon as he'd left Katya unaccompanied. Bringing his fingers to the buttons of his shirt, he began loosening them, one by one- the idea of a bath not sounding too bad right about now. He needed to calm down, to relax. Even though he had been naturally cold bodied for the past 2000 years, and although it was just a figure of speech, the things Katya said and did sometimes made his "blood boil." He actually had himself convinced once or twice that he was heating up with anger, all because of simple remarks his progeny would make. But not once did he ever regret turning her.

He had met Katya in Russia, almost 200 years before. Eric had already been by his side for many decenniums, a result of 1000 years of loneliness… but a turning he also did not regret. After Eric, Godric had never planned on making himself another progeny and even upon meeting Katya the first few times, the idea never even crossed his mind. In fact, it wasn't even until months after their extremely unlikely friendship that he was introduced to her knowledge of what he indeed was. Sliding into the newly made bath, Godric rested his head on the side of the tub, enjoying the feeling of the water pooling around him as his mind jumped back to the long ago era.

(Year 1720)

Katya had cornered him in the narrow alley, her eyebrows lifting as she took small steps closer to the man that stood across from her. Godric remained calm, feeling his back press against the wall, although he had no idea what was bringing upon this sudden change of actions; they had just been walking, the mood light and fun, Katya expressing to him how she wished she could move far away from her home in Ardatov. He was much too familiar with this conversation and recollected the only reason she enjoyed the small town was because it was bordered by the Alatyr River and she spent many cold nights in the winters by the frozen up body of water. Alone. How she liked it.

"I know what you are," her voice rang out, soft and quiet yet confident and teasing. Godric always liked listening to her talk. Her words came out so melodious all the time, no matter what she was speaking about. Hearing her voice was one of the reasons Godric had paused his impending attack on her the first night they met- she had been so forward and eager to assist him, assuming he had just gotten lost. Godric had thought that sort of kind humanity had not existed until that point.

"I don't know what you mean," he said, keeping his usual cool, calm, collected tone. Although a brief thought of her having found out his true existence caused a small panic in his mind (the outcome of what he'd have to do to her if she truly did know what he was wasn't something he wanted to think about), he didn't stress and instead put on a look of interest, eyebrows furrowing at her.

A tiny grin curved her full, red lips and she continued her approach until she was directly in front of him. She was grateful he was only 1 or 2 inches taller than her, so the effect of her incoming accusations and somewhat false bravado would play off nicely to her part, not having to worry about him threateningly towering over her. She brought her hand to the corner of his lips, used to the cold feeling of his smooth skin. Katya remembered his excuse for why he never seemed to get warm: that he was from the north, where it was never hot, and his body just grew accustomed to his years of traveling in nothing but rain and snow. She knew, of course, from the moment he'd mustered up that explanation that he'd been lying but she had to give him credit because it did make sense so she allowed his story to play on for the time being. Until tonight.

"You're not like me," she continued. She pried his lips open slowly, until they were only just parted, then brought the tip of her finger to his right canine. After tapping on it playfully, she went to drop her hand to her side, tilting her head. "Those aren't like mine."

Before her hand had dropped completely to level with her thighs, Godric caught her wrist with his fingers in a very tight grasp, raising her slender arm back towards his face with ease. He enjoyed the feeling of her skin upon his too much to let it fade away now… and the alluring smell that came from the blood that was pumping through her human body turned his former fake interest into real interest. A gasp sounded from her lips at the quick movement, and her eyes stayed planted on the steely blue-green gaze she had been holding for the past few moments, not really even wanting to drop her attention. He finally broke the intense stare to glance at her wrist, his eyes thoroughly picking up on the fact that her heart race was steadily increasing- he could see it pulsating in her vein, he could hear the pounding of her cardiac organ, he could smell the fear growing.

Godric returned his orbs back to the beautiful, shaken-up girl whose confidence and self-assurance in this matter was slowly diminishing, and it was his turn to raise his eyebrows high into his forehead. His voice was steady but much huskier than it's usual pitch, words coming out in a clear sentence. "And what do you think that makes me?"

"You're a… vampire."

Hi, I'm Cat. Nice to meet you, hope you like my story. R&R's always welcome and I'm even criticism-friendly. This story is just something I've had on my mind for a while and figured it was time to get it out, what with Godric returning somehow for this season of True Blood and all. c: This will be a slow process because I'm always getting writer's block, but maybe it'll be worth it. xx