Godric sat on a red, comfortable sofa on his Nest. It was 9 pm and his childe, Eric ,had just went to get the faerie, Sookie, out on a date. Godric chuckled to himself, how his progeny was smitten with the feisty blonde woman.

He,in the massive living room, felt lonely. Everybody seemed to have their own people to care about. Eric to Sookie, Pam to Tara, Isabel to Hugo (had he gotten out of his period of banishment from the territory).

The ancient 2.000-year-old vampire got , suddenly, brief flashes of beautiful cerulean eyes and long curls of snow white. He still remembered her.

Her, Delylah, his maker. The one who created him, who brought him to the 'life' of immortality, who loved him more than anything.

Delylah had been turned at the young age of 15, but her beauty had always been like honey to bees. Always attracting attention,more than grown women. She , tough young and fairly small, had a already developed body, beautiful snow white hair in flowy curls, milky pale skin and blue cerulean eyes. She remembered everything, from her turning to her creating her children. She had been the daughter of an ally to a powerful man back in her time. She was dying of a strong disease when her father , not her byological one, but her creator, her maker, turned her to save her life.

Her creator, father, brother and son, Count Vlad Dracul, The Impaler. The first vampire. She had been his pride and joy, his progeny, his daughter, his bijuterie prețioase.

She had been collecting night flowers when he first saw her, when he was 13 years old, sneaking to the florest to hunt birds. He had been so lovestruck by her, he couldn't get her out of his head. She had a pretty flower crown on her head, looking very much like the queen of all the beauty of the night.

She had peeked on him through her white curls and giggled cutely, her pink cupids-bow lips curving upwards. It was the last time he saw her until he was 16 years old. 3 years of longing for her. After 3 years he had seen her again, on the brink of death.

She had asked him the very question he had asked his childe.

"Could you be a companion of death? Could you walk with me through the world? Through dark? I'll teach you all I know. I'll be your mother, your sister, your child."

He had asked:

"Why?"

She answered:

" Because you have not experienced what you should have all this time."

"What is it?" - He had choked out, almost dead.

"Life."

He, with pain on his voice, had sealed his fate.

"I want to live."