First Meeting
None of these characters are mine... they belong to Stephenie Meyer and Charlaine Harris.
This story is a spin-off of Times are Changing. It takes place before Bella turned Stefan and Damon and before she came across the witch who made her the necklace for her to walk in the day.
Quick One-Shot
The year was 1066 and England was now under a new king. I had been here for several years, hiding in the dark and preying upon those who straggle behind. It wasnt much of a life, but for now it would do. I wanted to sleep away the years like so many others I knew. Before I came here I had lived in Italy with a group of vampires I used to call family. They called themselves the Volturri. I had been with them for more years than I remember, but I finally could not take the punishments anymore and left. Im sure that Aro, who I had grown very close to, is still looking for me.
Tonight the clouds were low; perfect hunting weather. I sorely needed new clothes, since the ones I had were hanging off of me in tatters. My hair was matted and partially hid my face. When in hiding, this disguise would do as well as any other. I sat low in a walkway waiting for someone to pass alone. Thats when I saw him; he spelled strongly of the sea and animal fur. The smells mixed, sickened me slightly, but my hunger had become too much. He did not look on me as he passed with his long blond hair half hidden under the fur on his broad shoulders. He was one of the tallest men I had ever seen which marked him as a North man. The fur and sea spell confirmed that.
I stood, following him down the streets slowly. He never looked back at me and just walked as if he wasnt going anywhere. As we came to the last house on the edge of town, he turned the corner and vanished. I had never lost anyone before, so I looked for him quickly, searching from the rooftops. Suddenly the smell of the sea was strong on the wind; I turned just in time to seeing the man as he landed on the roof behind me. We both stood there, staring at each other for a few minutes as we took in each others details, neither of us moving. That was when I was finally able to see his eyes, which I nearly got lost in the ocean blue of them. I stood tall, refusing to act like some child and attack the first thing that spooked me. He stood straight, his hands in his pockets as he turned his head with a twinkle in his eyes.
You my dear are a mess. You know it is not safe to follow strangers, he said, smirking.
Behind me I heard a faint chuckle, And it is not healthy for you to be out at night in this city.
I turned just in time to be caught by the shoulders and knocked down. The man was only slightly taller than I and had tribal tattoos across his neck and shoulders. I recognized him instantly.
Godric, I muttered in shock, catching his eyes. His arms still held me down, his knees pinning me to the roof on either side of my hips.
Isabella, my dear, please do not hunt my child. He hissed, pushed down hard on my shoulders.
I grabbed his wrists, smiling as I brought up my legs to wrap them around his arms, pulling him off me. Once his weight was off of me we both started laughing. Godric stood carefully, offering me a hand to stand. We both turned to a confused looking North man.
Eric, this is Isabella, one of my oldest friends and one of the most unusually smelling vampires I have ever met, Godric was still laughing lightly. Isabella, this is my child Eric.
I nodded to him quietly, blushing only slightly at the hungry look in his eyes.
Join us, Isabella, Godric offered quietly, holding his hand out to me.
I looked over the both of them for a moment, For a while I shall, as I took his hand.