"Well" Roman said as his fangs disappeared " I see that you are back to your old ways Godric". But Godric didn't even hear him. As Roman and Kibwe left the room, eyeing Godric in hatred and envy, Godric was lost to himself in the blood he was tasting. The blood that slid down his throat now wasn't a mere delicacy. It wasn't some ingenious recipe of gastronomy. This blood felt like pure happiness, like a stroll through the park in a sunny afternoon, or a warm breeze gushing between your fingers on a lazy Sunday. As he stood there drinking from this exquisite fountain, overcome by lust and hunger, he raised his head to see the face of the beautiful woman he was consuming. What he saw on that face made him stop in terror.

If his heart had a beat it would be palpitating right now. If he was nothing but ghoulishly pale, he'd be bright red with shame. What he saw in that face wasn't fear, nor helplessness. Of course she was afraid for her life, and of course she stood there in misery. But the look that she gave him, that stopped the 2000 year old vampire, was one of disappointment.

He quickly raised his head away from her arm, now unable to look at her, he put his fangs into his own finger, and pressed that finger into her bleeding wrist. In a moment the scars and the bleeding was gone. But now Godric was silent. How could he have done what he came to detest in the last few hundred years of his existence? Was he that weak against his own urges, that one smell would destroy the new path he has taken?

"I believe that they both would have drained me". Godric looked up to the woman, whose face now had some other look to it that he couldn't read. "Thank you".

Godric stared at her in disbelief but went along: "No need to thank me for it. It's what…"

"…any decent person would do" she interrupted him and finished his sentence. They stood there staring in silence. What the hell was she? Nothing that he came across during his walk across this earth has he met anything like her. She was certainly unhuman as her blood and smell suggested; but she also didn't seem to have any sort of power as she couldn't even try to protect herself when faced with danger. She was young, perhaps in her twenties in human age; but she had an air of maturity to her. As if she was ancient. Or as if she was the history itself. The woman must have felt what Godric wanted to know so he spoke as she looked away:

"You want answers, which is nothing but illogical. For now just know that I am of no threat to your existence; nothing that will bring you trouble in anyway. My origin… my past…" she paused for a minute staring up at the ceiling searching for words, then turned to Godric with a piercing gaze and said "We all have things we want to keep to ourselves; not because others can't understand, but because they are ours and ours only".

If this was another person, perhaps Godric would be angry. Or perhaps he wouldn't even waste time to ask her, and just glamour her into giving him the answer he wanted. But something about her was so captivating; something about the way she spoke and held herself was so genuine, Godric felt as though he had no other choice than believing in every word she said.

"I can't leave you here, it would be too dangerous. You will be coming to Dallas with me" he said as he pulled himself together. She nodded while her eyes traced the room that was covered with Belize's remains. A place once she called home, was now a hall of horror. Nothing but emptiness and gore. She felt the gaze of the old vampire on her and she suddenly spoke up.

"I will pack a bag tonight. However I have something that I need to take care of before I leave, during the day". She could tell that he was about to contest that idea: "No, please, I can't explain what it is, but after tonight.. I… I think at least that much you owe to me. I'll be back before the sun sets".

Owe? Why would she use such a word Godric thought? Was she talking about how he drank her blood against her will? Then it dawned on him: this woman didn't know who destroyed Belize. As far as she was concerned, Godric might have been the one who staked her friend. He looked up into the majestic brown eyes of the woman and tried to see what she might have thinking. Nonetheless he answered her.

"Very well, we leave tomorrow night" Godric said.

Once again the woman nodded and looked around. Godric saw a shadow of despair run through her face for a second and then it was gone. She walked to the door and turned around: "Chloe".

"I beg your pardon" Godric said.

"My name is Chloe". And she was out the door. That magnificent smell leaving as her footsteps could not be heard anymore. For a second, Godric could have sworn that he shivered with how empty the room felt without her.

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