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Q: Where did the vampire open his savings account?
A: At the blood bank!
I took an unnecessary deep breath after existing the building.
Having just met with the other Sheriffs of Texas territory, the last remaining shards of hope I had towards coexisting were dwindling. It had been brought up during the meeting that the speculation that the King of Texas had been participating less than legal matters was proven to be more than just speculation.
Human trafficking.
Unwilling feeding.
And other activities that broke my heart all over again.
If vampires as prominet as our King refused to change their ways what was the point of making our existence known? I had dreams of coexisting but time and time again I was proven that such a time would never come.
I took another deep breath of the night air. The city had evolved much during my time in this state. I had originally gone west once reaching the New World to avoid the bustling migrant cities like New York and Philadelphia. But humanity and all its noise followed me here eventually after a few centuries.
It seemed nothing stayed peaceful for long. War. Murder. Rape. I had begun to feel nothing was ever going to change.
I stood on the sidewalk outside the lavish hotel where my meeting took place and let my eyes glide over all the life happening. It was a Saturday night in summer. The heat caressed my skin. I suddenly didn't feel like calling my driver round to pick me up and to my convenience a cab pulled up to the sidewalk in front of me.
I made my way over and opened the door and was about to ask the driver to just drive in circles but a second after I seated myself a young girl open the other door. Her eyes were a bit frantic and she slammed her door with haste.
"Excuse me, Miss," I called to get her attention- it seemed she didn't even notice the cab had been occupied. Her dark, almost black eyes, snapped open wider as she saw me. Her long equally dark hair was fizzed and and moved about her as she whipped around to face me. I was a bit taken aback by how her eyes raked over my entire frame, for a moment her frantic look dropped as she seemed to approve and appreciate my physical looks. But it only lasted a moment as she seemed to come back to herself and the wonderful hue of red colored her tanned cheeks.
"U-uh, sorry! I d-d-din't know this cab had stopped for someone...?" she spoke in quick, embarrassed words. It was almost endearing how animated her face was. She wore her emotions on her sleeve the way only a young heart could manage. Not even two centuries ago I would have claimed her my own simply because she had walked into the cab as I... but now? While I could still admit to myself that on some level I wanted her, there was no drive inside of me to peruse her... in matters concerning blood or those of a physical need.
"I see," I said in my most diplomatic voice possible, "If you require it more-" I never got to finish my sentence and remove myself form her life, because in that moment her door was ripped open and in flowed the smell of rotting flesh and I felt a wave of raw power that forced my fangs out for protection. A creature of the likes I had not seen before made to reach her. I acted on instinct alone, moving the young girl to where I had been seated and shoving the thing away- as I touched the creature briefly it burned my hand as if it was made of fire. I slammed the door secure and ordered the cab driver to drive.
We took off down the road and I watch the child spin around to watch the fate of the creature I had expelled from her, when she turned back to me her eyes widen in fear.
I realized my fangs were still extended and decided to use her fear to motivate her to explain to me what had just occurred.
I grasped her in my arms and demanded her to tell me who she was but while I allowed her a moment to gather her thoughts through her very evident fear I breathed her in and was shocked to realize she had no scent. I had encountered many beings in my long existence, but never had I come across a creature that held no smell.
I could not even pick up any cleaning products females of this time seemed to love using, such as floral shampoos or conditioners, no deodorant or perfume. She was blank, and in a crowd she would never be noticed by any vampire.
The one thing I did notice was that has I held her writs in my hands my skin was instantly warmed- as if a fire was brewing underneath her skin.
She turned her head out the front window and cursed. I had only seconds to notice that our driver was another rotting flesh smelling creature and we were about to crash in a brick wall. Again it was the fighter, the beast inside of me that acted on instinct for self preservation. I let go of the girl's writs and grabbed her waist and had us out the cab and halfway down the alley as the car exploded on impact. I clutched her to my chest and braced our fall- protecting her with my body from the heat of the fire. My back became singed and I felt the back of my white tunic burned up. Minor burns that would heal in moments.
I looked down and saw the girl had passed out. I tried to listen for her heart beat, but I was again shocked to realize I couldn't hear a thing.
I quickly brought my head down to her chest and and it was only then that I could feel it vibrating against the side of my face buried in her bosom. But I still couldn't hear it and even at this proximity I couldn't smell anything from her.
The only thing she emitted was heat against my cold body. I sat up and looked around, the car had effectively killed the creature, there was no movement form the destroyed cab.
I glanced back down at the girl. She was still practically a child, soft facial features and soft hands. She was not someone the world had broken down yet. I reached into my pocket and dialed my lieutenant's number.
"Sheriff?" Isabel answered after the first ring.
"Isabel, send a car to get me at the location of this call and intervene human law enforcement concerning a car accident here." I glanced back at the smoking, fiery ruins. "I will also require a clean up crew." I spared another glance down at the sleeping child and sighed. "One more thing..." I hesitated knowing my next action would lock in my involvement with whatever it was that was happening to her. She seemed so still in my arms, and I could still feel the intense heat emitting from her. It warmed me like I hadn't been in decades. I knew then and there that I had to get to the bottom of whatever was happening. "Locate a human doctor and bring them to the nest."
"Yes, Sheriff." Isabel replied then hung up. I could tell from her tone she was already in work mode. There was good reason Isabel was my second, loyal to the truth death and amazing at her job with the ability to sort out any situation. I was honored to have her as my friend.
I closed my phone and against glanced down at the girl.
Less than fifteen minutes ago the heavy, unchanging weight of the world had me circling thoughts concerning a sunrise and then for the first time in centuries I was truly surprised and intrigued by something.
"It appears there is still much I do not know." I spoke to the unconscious girl and waited for the car to get us.
I still don't have much of a plan for this story :o But I got five reviews after the first chapter was posted not even a day ago so I had to update!
Yeah the OC still doesn't have a name. And I hope I didn't make Godric tooooo OOC, I don't think I've ever written in his POV before.
All I really know at this point is that Godric has pretty much committed himself to helping the Antichrist stay alive considering she just almost died twice in the span of twenty minutes.
And yeah, the OC is the Antichrist, but I'm approaching this from a 'we don't choose our parents sort of thing' and like the way Jesus was born (virginal conception) and all that jazz- like she doesn't know her dad is Prince of Hell.
Most of my stories are really inspired by this quote from Fringe: "Be a better man than your father."
So I'm running with that idea, be a better man (or in this case woman) than your father. And some Godric loving along the way!
