'That traitor, Hugo! The sorry piece of crap!' That's all I can think while fighting off Gabe in the basement of the Fellowship of the Sun's church. 'Does he really think they see him as any different from me? They all think he's just another 'evil fangbanger' just like me!' He was just 'more useful' in their eyes, 'the fangbanger who was making it easier for them to capture Godric'. Once his supposed usefulness is used up, he'll be disposed of, along with me and Godric just as soon as the sun rises, as per their diabolic plans.
I'm still fighting for my life while this pig tries to rape me and all this is going through mind?! Once again, only proving everyone really is right about me; I'm not normal! Normal people are supposed to be terrified when they're fighting tooth and nail to save their lives, right? Believe me, I've been in enough people's minds while they're fighting, I mean I work in a bar for goodness sakes! Normal people don't have this weird, warm, almost peaceful feeling when they see a vampire standing beside the man who is trying to rape them! Another check for the NOT NORMAL TALLY!
Yet another check? I can't seem to stop thinking about Eric; even after all he's done to me and my friend, Lafayette, I don't want my death on his conscience even if looking back at everything he's said and done thus far, taking it all only at face value; it would appear as though the Viking doesn't have a conscience. As I said, not normal.
Speaking of no conscience, my relationship with Bill is already over; he just doesn't know it yet. And if you really think ordering room service isn't a big deal, try dating a vampire that orders the vampire's version of 'room service', which is really nothing more than a list of donors willing to donate blood and 'anything else that might be required of a feeding', which is exactly what he did only nights prior. To make matters worse, I was sitting right in the next room, having to hear the entire version of their ongoing affair right from her head!
Suddenly, the vicious man who was previously trying to rape and kill me is gone and the vampire who I'm sure must be Godric, has him held in the air by the throat.
"Godric, it's me, Gabe!" Gabe screams.
"I know," is all Godric coolly replies before snapping his neck.
It's then that I feel excruciating pain penetrating through my entire body. I know I'm bleeding, and maybe I should be terrified because I'm alone with a vampire, but honestly, all I feel is peace as I register another, familiar void approaching us.
The physical and emotional trauma is quickly taking me over, as having Gabe touch me the way he was resulted in me having to relive my Uncle Bartlett's disturbing thoughts from my childhood all over again. I guess it's all just too much for me to process, cuz with this thought, everything goes black.
I soon wake to one of the sweetest tastes I've ever held flooding my mouth. When I gain enough strength to finally open my eyes, I notice I'm being held gently by the vampire who just saved my life before finding myself staring into the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen!
'I should be saving her! I was the one who sent her in here; how could I let something so special almost slip away!? How could I be so foolish!?' I look around to see whose thoughts I could possibly be hearing; noticing the only other person with us is Eric, who is currently stroking the back of my hair gently. I can't hear vampire's thoughts, it can't be Eric, plus...Eric doesn't think like that! I'm stunned, no more than that, I'm in shock!
I let my usual poker face drop and know he knows I heard his thoughts when I absently drop Godric's wrist before reaching up to touch his face only to stop short once I realize what I'm doing. But it seems like it doesn't matter at this particular moment, as I know all my carefully placed walls against Eric, along with the attraction I've felt for him for some time now, just came crumbling to the ground. All I can think in this moment is, 'OH , SHIT!'
My thoughts must show on my face then, cuz Godric tries to comfort me, smoothing his hands gently over the exposed skin of my arms, while the apparent 'BIG FAKER' and I have our own, silent showdown. He then thinks at me, 'You can hear me'. I nod, even knowing it's not an actual question and all I want to ask him is, why? Why have you not told me the truth? Then again, why haven't I?
I've been holding all these feelings in or perhaps just suppressing them now that I really think about it, but that's just so unlike me. Besides, in order to suppress something, wouldn't you have to know that you're doing it? I suppose this is another question for another day because just then we hear the church's blaring alarms going off and surly their first priority will be coming to check on Godric.
I'm still barely awake as I hear Godric and Eric begin speaking together hastily in a foreign language. I can hardly keep my eyes open and can't seem to muster enough concern to care that someone is carrying me, moving at incredible speeds. Soon enough, I find myself flying and falling at the same time. Physically, I'm in the air but mentally, I suppose I just can't handle anymore, as my mind spirals into blackness once more.