1973
"Father? What is it?"
Godric's beautiful glimmering eyes snapped open. He was sitting Indian style beside Eric on a beach in California. It was a calm night underneath the boardwalk and carnival music faintly played above. Just mere minutes ago both had taken a young intoxicated couple and fed and killed them. Their bodies now dumped in the ocean, Eric seemed rather proud of how quickly he had torn the heads off, leaving little to no evidence. Godric found this amusing, the two of them had been feeding and hunting together for nearly one thousand years and still hadn't gotten caught. Godric found this reason simply being that nobody wanted to believe. There were millions upon millions dead from them, but each and every time the human race made more excuses even though Godric knew deep down inside they all knew. Tonight wasn't any different than any other night. Eric's chin still stained with blood, he sat back, dressed in bell-bottoms and a dark vest. His hair longer now gently blew around as his striking blue eyes stared at Godric with concern.
Godric dressed in torn jeans and a dark T-shirt took a second, he had been slipping into the state he usually forced himself into after e and feeding. He had learned control and was slowly showing Eric the same ways. He mostly just stayed still, taking time to slip away from his conscience state. He would feel his energy come back to him and usually Eric did so with him. Tonight they had blended in like everyone else. Walking through the crowds, looking like two young men who belonged to be there. Times had been changing, and this had struck up much interest in Godric who had all ready in his very long lifetime had seen so much. Now something called free love had taken over much of the youth. There was a war now, and everyone seemed to have such an odder outlook on things it often left Godric wondering. He honestly didn't know what to expect in the next forty years or so.
He remembered earlier walking in the crowd as music played. Strung up flicking lights were around the street-lights, and so many beautiful young people stood around protesting the war and enjoying life as the moon shinned down on them. They had taken the couple, and now Godric sat in the sugar colored sand, listening to the night and becoming one with it. The moon shinned down as waves crashed against the shore and all seemed right until that bullet striking feeling entered him.
His eyes snapped open and his fangs nearly sprang out.
"Lucy."
He said in a breathless voice as he stared across at the dark water.
Eric raised an eyebrow.
"What father?"
Godric's tattooed muscular arms tighten as looked around, suddenly his senses became more intense as he shot up to a standing position. Forcing his fangs back, he eyed Eric who got up, his eyes worried.
"I must leave you Eric…"
Eric's eyebrow raised.
"Leave? Where?"
"Just for awhile, I have some unfinished business that I've been waiting to attend to, something I haven't thought about in some time."
"What is it?"
"Doesn't matter, I shall contact you when I'm finished. Head back to Dallas, wait for me."
"But father…"
"Do as I say Eric, please."
Eric stared at Godric before nodding, he had always been so respectful to him and had always been a faithful partner in all the years they had spent together. Godric knew that Eric would do as he said, and not ask any questions. Reaching out and gently touching Eric's stained chin he faintly smiled.
"Better clean yourself up."
Eric bowed to him.'
"I shall wait master."
Godric smiled before he closed his eyes, he could feel her presence all around him. It was so strong, he almost felt alive.
Two days later…
It was a beautiful night, and screams filled the air.
Godric's eyes lifted and saw a wooden rollercoaster which was strung up with blinking glittering orange bulb lights. He watched as the humans screamed every time the carts raced up and down the tracks, rising up all the way to the full moon which glowed in the night sky.
Looking around he saw tents, booths, and rides. He had seen plenty of these people. They were traveling carnivals, he had seen plenty earlier in the century. The smell of hey, fried foods, and cotton candy floated in the air as music played around him. He saw hundreds of people walking around, couples holding hands, parents watching their children, and just young teenagers racing around laughing.
His eyes scanned the area before he began walking further back to where the trailers and tents were.
Stopping, his sense was getting stronger. Glancing over he saw a trailer with an open door and a sign hanging beside it.
Palm Readings
Stepping closer, he saw inside and right away he found himself holding back from racing inside.
Lucy was there, but she was much older. A young man in fact.
She was sitting at a table with a beautiful sparking forest green scarf holding back her hair. Her dress were different colors of wine and red which glitters and moved every time she moved. She had large hoop earrings on, and much to Godric's surprise, her arms were nearly covered in tattoos.
She was sitting there, holding a young girl's hand and there appeared to be cards on the table as well. Godric silently watched in the shadows before he watched the two of them laughing. The young girl handed Lucy money, shook her hand and walked out heading towards the main tents. Godric watched as Lucy stood up, brushing her skirt before shuffling the cards and putting them back.
That's when Godric heard something.
"Okay on the count of three we'll get her."
Godric snapped his head to the left and saw there was someone else watching her in the shadows. A couple of feet away behind the trash were three drunk teenage boys. They passed a bottle around, trying not to be loud as they laughed and licked their lips.
"Sweet honey like that shouldn't be allowed to prance around like she does."
"Don't worry son, once we're done with her she won't even know what hit her."
Godric heard them laugh and suddenly felt his fangs pop out.
At that exact moment his eyes darted back to Lucy who had a cigarette and stood in the doorway of her trailer. Tilting her head to the site she lit it before blowing smoke up to the sky. Leaning there for a second, she took another step down out of the trailer and leaned up against it.
Seeing her more clearly, Godric couldn't believe this was the same little girl he met all those years ago.
She had grown into a beautiful young woman, her face a creamy coffee color, and her eyes brilliant and bright. He remembered her as that little girl in the desert, and he remembered his promise.
"Ready, one, two…three!"
Godric snapped out of his thoughts as he saw the three men run out towards Lucy screaming. Right away they were on top of her and he heard her scream. His eyes enlarging, Godric couldn't control himself, in a second he raced over there and grabbed the first one who had tackled her to the ground. Raising him up, his hand shot right into the back of the kid's neck and tore out. Blood sprayed everywhere as he flung him down. The others stood there screaming before Godric grabbed them. In a matter of seconds their throats were torn out and they lay slightly shaking on the ground dead face down.
Godric blinked, he couldn't remember the last time he lost control like that. Taking a second he stood there with the moonlight shinning down on him and the three teenager's blood staining his face and hands. For a brief moment everything was blurred. His anger slowly began to settle down when he looked down at Lucy who sat there stunned.
Right away he cursed himself for losing control. She would look at him like a monster now, nothing else. Both locked eyes and Lucy's reaction was nothing he expected. Slowly a smile of relief and joy spread across her face.
"Godric?"
She remembered him.
Godric smiled.
"Lucy…"
She slowly stood up and stared at him, almost in disbelief.
"You…came back."
Godric stared at her, his fangs still showing and his eyes looking at her with a hunger her never knew in all his years on earth. Leaning in close, she touched his arm, almost to double check that he was really still here. The lovely scent of her perfume filled the air as she laughed, tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight.
Godric stared at her neck but held back. Not used to this kind of reaction, he slowly in a very unsure way wrapped his arms around her and hugged back.
That's when his eyes drifted down to one of the dead teenagers and much to his surprise he saw the boy had four long deep claw marks on his back, as if a wild animal had done it. Staring at it puzzled for a second, he knew he hadn't done it…but then again who did?
Just then Lucy looked at him, her face just an inch away from his. Smiling, her eyes flickered in the moonlight when she leaned in closer and covered his mouth with hers. Godric moaned, his fangs dripping with the urge to rip her apart. Their mouths opened and closed and he felt himself begin to lose control.
All the while, Lucy had one of her hands hidden behind his back, bleeding.
