A/N: Just a short little chapter where Godric and his new acquisition get to know each other a little.

Chapter 2: A Girl Named Sam

"Excuse me?" asked a confused Godric, with his eyebrows drawn together.

"Don't vampires have enhanced hearing?" she replied. "Yours as in you 'master' and me 'servant'. Comprende?"

Before Godric could react, she began to extract herself from his arms and rose to unsteady feet. Illogically, he wanted to reach out and steady her, maybe even pull her into his embrace again. What was wrong with him? She tottered to a small table and picked up the wine bottle. Her wine dark lips pouted seductively as she stared at the table and then at the carnage that lay on the floor of the balcony.

"Oh, drats, I've broken all the glasses," she said. "I guess that I shouldn't worry about embarrassing myself since being stinking drunk has already shattered your illusions about me."

She lifted the bottle and drank straight from it. "I think that you've had enough to drink," said Godric.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" she asked sarcastically. "Nothing gets by you, huh? And it's too early in our relationship for you to start bossing me around."

"I think that you misunderstand me," began Godric.

"Mathias told me all about you."

"Just what exactly did he say?" asked Godric.

She set the bottle back down on the table, although it took her several attempts to do it. She flashed Godric a smirk. "That you are so wicked a vampire that Mathias looks like a choirboy in comparison."

Godric stiffened in indignation and she smiled wider. "Oh, I've got your number now, Handsome. An angelic face that hides your true nature. Naughty, wicked and oh so sinful."

"Those are complete fabrications," replied Godric. "If you were a ….friend of Mathias, then you realize that he says things that aren't the truth."

"You mean he lies," she said. Her face seemed to fall and she added, "Or, I guess it would be he lied. Past tense, now."

She blinked and a tear escaped from beneath her thick, dark lashes. She might be making a good show of it, but she was hurting, thought Godric. He doubted that she was an alcoholic. As she wavered on her feet, Godric took a step forward.

Her head shot up as she expertly remained aware of his presence, even in her dulled state. Holding her hand up before her, she said, "Don't come any closer."

"I only want to help."

She backed up and gave a jump and a squeak. Holding her foot up, she lost her balance and fell on her butt. "Dammit, that hurt."

Godric's nostrils flared as he detected the scent of her blood. Fragrant blossoms and exotic spice teased his senses. It was the scent that he had detected when he first entered the apartment, only now it was stronger and impossible to ignore. For a moment the image of silk cushions and gauzy curtains that stirred on a hot desert breeze sprung into his mind. He could hear the tinkling of finger cymbals and an image of a girl hidden behind a veil with only her hazel eyes visible that were rimmed with smoky kohl. Eyes that were just like this girl at his feet. He shook his head to clear it. It was her blood, he thought. It had been too long since he last fed and his hunger was affecting him. He knelt beside her and saw that she was silently crying.

"Are you injured?"

"I cut my foot," she said. She didn't raise her eyes. "And I think I landed on a shard of glass because my butt hurts. I'm sorry, but I can't get up."

Sweet heavens, thought Godric, brushing aside the image of her rounded bottom. What is wrong with me? He lifted her into his arms and strode back into the bedroom and gently set her on the bed. She flinched and he remembered her hurt backside. Well, first things first. Right now, he would deal with her foot. He glanced at her bare foot and saw a trail of blood across it's sole. He resisted the urge to lick the blood up. Moving quickly to the bathroom, he grabbed a washcloth. It was as red as the duvet on the bed. It must be her favorite color. It was also a vampire's favorite color, he thought, as he stared at her blood with a longing that he had no right to feel. Mathias might have kept this poor girl as a slave and used her for blood and who knows what else. But, he was not Mathias. Was he? His fangs ached for release and his stomach clenched with a hunger that he shouldn't give in to. Couldn't give in to. He gave his mind another moment to wonder if her blood would taste as delicious as it smelled before blotting it away with the washcloth. She inhaled sharply, but didn't cry out as he tended to her foot and extracted a sliver of glass. It was a nasty cut that probably needed stitches. He looked up at this mystery girl. She probably wouldn't appreciate a trip to the emergency room dressed in her sheer nightgown and drunk as a skunk. Her blood continued to seep from the wound with every pulse of her heartbeat.

"This is a nasty cut," said Godric, holding her foot in his hands.

"Well, I always give it my all," she replied with her lips twitching into a smile. "Even being dumb, it seems."

"I don't think you're dumb," replied Godric. "Just sad."

That delightful smile disappeared and Godric found himself missing it. He didn't like what he saw in it's place. Her eyes grew haunted and he saw a sliver of fear inside of them. Fear of him. "I can heal this for you."

"That's very kind of you, but I will survive."

"I insist," replied Godric. He dropped his fangs and pricked his finger before she could protest further. He ignored the warning signals in his mind that told him that he was entirely too concerned about her already. As he spread his own ancient blood onto her injury, he realized that he cared about so very few. What was the harm in showing this human woman a bit of compassion? His powerful blood healed her immediately and he looked up to see her watching him intently. Her lovely hazel eyes appeared more green in the light of the bedroom. He realized he was staring when she spoke.

"Um, thanks," she said. She shifted her weight and flinched again in pain.

"There is still another injury," said Godric.

She flushed and glanced away. "Now, I might get the wrong idea about you and think that you just want to get into my pants."

"But, you're not wearing any pants." Her eyes rose to his, just as he added, "All the better to examine you."

"Are you teasing me?"

"What did Mathias really tell you about me?" asked Godric.

"That you were an old, stodgy vampire who wouldn't know a joke if it bit him on the nose," she replied. "He said you were his complete opposite."

"If you believe that, then you must know that I couldn't be teasing you," replied Godric with a ghost of a smile. "I'm much too serious a vampire. So, roll over and let me take a look."

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it and eased herself onto her stomach. Godric caught the edge of her nightgown and pulled it upwards with his fingers grazing her skin. She shivered underneath his touch and his fingers trembled until he got himself under control. He exposed a filmy pair of scarlet panties that did little to conceal her body. A spreading bloodstain was evident and he gently pulled the edge of her panties down only enough to reveal the wound. He tried not to notice the firm and supple flesh underneath his fingers.

"Is it bad?" she asked.

Oh, it was bad and utterly too tempting, thought Godric eyeing her ass rather than her cut. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He should have bundled her up and carted her to the emergency room. Except what would have happened when she blurted out that he was her master in her drunken state. Plus, he had little trust of human authorities and this girl would cause a flurry of questions.

Godric cleared his throat. "It's just a scratch."

He pricked his finger and again healed her cut. When he saw her blood and his blood swirl together it caused a feeling that he hadn't felt in a long time to surface. A twinge of possessiveness grew into being and if he knew that if he didn't watch himself that feeling would fan into flames.

"All done," he said, rearranging her clothing.

She rolled over and gave him a smile. "Thanks, but don't get any ideas."

"Ideas?"

"I might answer to you, but that doesn't me that I have to obey everything you tell me," she said, sleepily. She reached out and took his hand. "Tell me, was it quick? He didn't suffer, did he?"

Looking into those earnest eyes, Godric chose to lie. "Yes, it was quite painless."

She squeezed his for a moment and let it go. That sad look came again into her eyes. "Mathias was right. You are a terrible liar, Godric." She was silent a moment and asked, "Tell me, was he at peace at the end?"

This time Godric told the truth. "Yes."

A sad half-smile graced her lips. "You are entirely too easy to read. "

"I guess that I'll have to work on that."

"You can try." She sighed and leaned back down. Godric watched as her brown tresses that held a hint of red created a halo around her head on the pillow. "I'm afraid that I didn't make a very good impression tonight."

"I'll be the judge of that," said Godric, causing her to give him that half-smile again.

"Mathias said that you were a gentleman," she replied. "I guess that even sometimes he told the truth."

Godric moved to cover her up and her eyes sleepily closed again. "I think the alcohol is kicking in. I'll try to do better next time."

Her eyes were already closed and Godric asked, "Were you going to jump off the balcony tonight?"

"Some secrets I don't tell," she said, nestling in deeper in her bed.

"I…I command you never to harm yourself," said Godric.

She opened her eyes briefly and they appeared almost green again. "Orders already. Careful, you just might be sliding down a slippery slope."

Sliding, hell, he felt as if he were falling headlong. "I don't even know your name."

She smiled and said, "Sam."

"Sam? That isn't a girls name."

She closed her eyes and murmured, "It's short for Samirah."

Godric watched as she fell promptly asleep. He studied this girl that had arrived in his care as a clause in Mathias's will. He wondered why Mathias would do such a thing. That devil had made him promise all the while he was planning on giving this girl to him. Mathias had known exactly what he was doing. Godric sighed in consternation. He should release her even though he had given his word. His troubled thoughts warred in his head as he stared down at Samirah. Something that he didn't understand compelled him to watch over her while she slept.

A/N: Samirah, usually spelled Samira, is Arabic. It has several meanings, such as 'friend of the night' and 'entertaining female companion'. I thought this was perfect for the role that Sam finds herself in and I thought it is such a pretty name.

Samira has other meanings, in high Arabic it means morning star. It is also a Hindu name derived from Sanskrit that means 'gust of wind' or 'cool breeze'.

I rarely write my OC's as plain Janes, so the Arabic name could be a hint that Sam is not what she seems.