Chapter 3

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Abigail frowned as she stepped over what used to be her kitchen table. "Fucking crazy idiot," she muttered. "Blowing up my house," she picked up a broken plate before dropping it back on the ground watching it shatter further.

She stepped through the pane of the door that led out to the backyard. Glass littered the lawn and ashes floated in the pool that sat outside in the lawn. The moons light reflected on the water as she walked towards it. She dipped her hand in it, watching the ash swirl around her fingers.

She grimaced again before turning and walking back into the house. Abigail paced through the house, seeing the art that Godric collected had been destroyed. A vase remained unbroken so she picked it up and placed it in its rightful spot. She shook her head before returning to the dining room. The beautiful chandelier that hung from the ceiling was missing many of its crystals. She reached up and fingered one of the remaining ornaments fondly.

"I will buy you a new one," Godric said from behind her. After deeming the stairs unsafe for her to walk up, he had gone himself to see if there was anything left of the second story of their house. She didn't have high hopes for anything up there.

Abigail smiled sadly at him and moved away from the glass. "Did you find anything upstairs?"

"The movement of the house ruined most of the furniture and artwork, but all of the clothes seem to be fine." He pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket and placed it in Abigail's hand. "I found this too."

She opened it to find the ring he had left for her when he disappeared. Abigail sighed as she looked at the ring. "It is beautiful," she glanced up at him to find his eyes on her. "But I'm not going to wear it until we fix it. I don't want to hurt you."

Godric nodded. "Perhaps I could have them rearrange the diamonds," he suggested. "There are bad memories associated with this ring. Let's change it all together," he took the ring back, wrapped it in the fabric, and placed it in his pocket. "I will fix this," he added as he looked Abigail in the eye, implying he would fix more than just the ring.

"So what's next?" Abigail asked, changing the subject. "Pack our stuff and go?"

Godric shrugged, crossing his arms against his tight, white t-shirt. The tattoos on his arms stood out, making Abigail drool. "You asked me to talk to you before I 'plan some life altering bullshit' again," he smiled brightly as she blushed.

"Well thank you for listening to me," Abigail said as she leaned on him. "I'm going to miss our pool," she admitted, looking outside. "I really loved this house."

"Then I will have it repaired quickly and we will return here once it's done," he replied. "Until then, we can do anything you'd like."

"I thought you wanted to go to stay with Eric," she asked, picking up another unbroken vase that had fallen over.

"Yes," Godric agreed. "I would like to see what my child has done for himself in the past decade. It has been a long time since I have visited him."

"Then let's go to Louisiana. I wasn't lying when I said I haven't been there," Abigail looked over to Godric to see him smiling. "I would love to see it."

"Even after I hurt you, you are so willing to please me," he beamed at her, his blue eyes shining in the moonlight that entered the room.

Abigail shrugged, opting out of saying anything pertaining to that subject. "When do we leave?"

"Whenever you'd like," he straightened one of the remaining paintings that managed to stay on the wall.

"I would say as soon as possible. I mean, are we going to live in the Carmilla forever?" She kicked some debris as she looked up at Godric. "Can you take me upstairs so I can pack?"

"Yes, but please be careful," he pulled me into his arms and as she blinked, she was standing in her bedroom.

Abigail's breath caught as she saw the destruction in their bedroom. She didn't think the upstairs would be as disastrous as the lower level, but she was wrong. The glass from the windows was blasted outward and all of the furniture was destroyed.

"The wardrobe protected the clothing," Godric said, opening the door.

"Well, thank god for that," she proclaimed, causing him to chuckle. Abigail grinned before moving some of the clothes into a suitcase Godric has placed on the bed, which was lopsided due to two of the legs being torn off.

The vampire finished his packing quickly and pulled out his phone before leaving the room. Abigail watched him leave before turning to her dresser, pulling articles from that and placing them in the suitcase. Her eye caught on her wooden jewelry box laying open on the ground, which must have been thrown during the explosion. She picked it up and looked around the room for the few pieces of jewelry she owned.

Under the bed she found the white gold bracelet Godric had given her for her seventeenth birthday. He had it sent to Pittsburgh when her parents moved her away from him. When she had gotten it, she had to hide it from her parents. They would have taken it from her. A few feet away she located the pearl necklace that was given to her on their first anniversary of Godric claiming her as his. She put both on, admiring them in the broken mirror.

"Our flight leaves in two hours," Godric said, returning to the room. "Eric will pick us up from their airport"

"Why doesn't Eric like me?" asked Abigail as she zipped up her suitcase.

Godric smiled at her. "Do not worry about Eric. I'm sure he will like you once he gets to know you. I think he may just be a bit jealous of you."

"Jealous of me? Why?" Abigail wondered.

Godric picked up the suitcases and placed them on the floor. "You're the first being that's gotten this close to me since I made him," he said simple, disappearing with the luggage before returning to the room. "Plus the first human that he finds interesting is already claimed by another vampire," he added before throwing me on his back and running down to the car.

"He has to know that you love him," Abigail reasoned.

"Perhaps he is afraid that I have found someone I love more," Godric thought. "But he is wrong. My love for him is no more or less than the love I have for you. It is just a different type of love."

"Well, maybe you have to tell him that," Abigail sat in the car and buckled her seatbelt. She took another look at what used to be her beautiful home. "When will we come back?"

"Once the house is finished, we can come back whenever you would like," Godric also looked out the window. "How about this. We stay at Eric's for two or three weeks. Then after that we spend a week with your family," Abigail groaned, interrupting him. "Then I will take you anywhere in the world."

"And what if I just want to come back to Dallas? Back to our home?" she asked, looking out her side window.

"Then that is where I will take you," Godric promised.

"Godric, welcome," Eric started, a small smile playing on his lips. "And welcome, Abigail."

"Eric, thank you again for having us while our house is being rebuilt," Godric said, smiling at his progeny.

"Come in, it's almost dawn," Eric said holding the door open for them. A female vampire wearing a pink sweater sat on the couch. "This is Pam, she is my progeny."

Pam stood up as Godric walked in the door. "A pleasure to meet you. Eric's told me all about you," she twanged. "It is truly an honor to meet you."

"And you, Pam. Eric has told me much about you, also," Godric smiled at the woman and looked to Abigail. "This is Abigail. She is mine."

"What a lucky girl," Pam commented, smiling oddly at the girl.

"I am," Abigail said confidently.

"It's almost dawn, Eric. Where will we be sleeping," Godric stepped in.

Eric grinned. "In the basement. We've made up a bed for the two of you." He pointed to a set of stairs. "We will see you in the evening."

Godric nodded to him as Abigail led the way down to the basement. The room was decorated in dark reds and blacks. She rolled her eyes, but admired the large bed. "I wonder if these walls are sound proof?" she asked, biting her lip.

"We will have to find out, although, I doubt my Eric will mind if he were to hear," Godric said grinning. Abigail climbed over to him and straddled his waist "But first, we must talk about our trip to see your parents."

She let out an exasperated sigh and her shoulders slumped. "Way to kill the mood. Now what about my parents?"

"You need to call them and inform them that we will be visiting," Godric said, smiling.

"I don't understand why you're excited about this," Abigail frowned. "As much as I love you, my parents moved across the country when I was sixteen to get me away from you. They aren't going to play nice."

"I never got to formally meet them. I would think that they would want to meet the vampire their daughter is going to spend the rest of her life with," he reasoned.

She shook her head. "To them, I'm just a dumb fang banger who's addicted to V. And you're the facilitator who glamour's me into doing anything you want."

"You're not addicted to V." Godric looked at her, confused. "And I would never think to glamour you."

"I know that," she said, touching his face lightly. "I just think I need to mentally prepare you for my parents. My dad and Steve Newlin would be great friends. And you have a good amount of experience with that lunatic."

Godric nodded. "I would like to meet them. Regardless of their reaction to me," he stated, kissing Abigail's hand as he pulled her into the bed. He pulled off his t-shirt and pulled her closer to him.

Abigail traced his tattoos causing Godric to hum happily. "I want to get a tattoo before I die," Abigail said, kissing his inked skin softly.

Godric leaned his head against hers. "Thankfully, for you, technology has come a long way since the time when I received mine."

"Did they hurt? Do you remember?" she asked, looking up at him.

He closed his eyes, remembering the blood and pain. "Vaguely, but it was a long time ago. What would you like to get?"

Abigail shrugged. "I'm not sure. Something that wouldn't embarrass me fifty years after I got it."

"You have time to think about it. But let's wait until after I meet your parents. I don't need another thing to turn them against me," Godric joked before turning serious. "Will you call them tomorrow?"

Abigail frowned but nodded. She twirled her brown hair around her finger. "I guess I should." She leaned over him, grabbing her phone to set an alarm for later that morning. "Human time," she noted as she threw the phone back on the table.

Godric's eyes shot up to the ceiling. "These walls aren't sound proof. Not for vampires anyway."

"Why do you say that?" Abigail asked as she laid back down, resting her head on Godric's chest.

He chuckled. "Eric was just commenting on how 'painfully normal' we are together."

The girl nestled into the vampires arms, yawning. "Well, I guess we're as normal as a couple like us could be."

Godric nodded. "We should sleep. Eric will want to take us to his bar tomorrow night. You will need your rest," he kissed her forehead lightly.

"That should be interesting," Abigail said, closing her eyes.

"Goodnight, my love," Godric whispered, knowing the girl next to him was already asleep.

"Fangtasia?" Abigail said as they walked into the door as the moon raised on the Louisiana bar. "That's… clever." She turned around to see a pack of humans waiting to get into the bar. They were dressed in leather and tight jeans. Abigail looked down at her white dress and frowned.

"You look beautiful, my love. All eyes will be on you tonight," Godric noted, kissing her neck softly.

"Yes, you are looking quite delicious in that little dress," Pam commented, cocking her head to the side. She eyed the human up, licking her lips, grinning.

Godric frowned, but shook his head. Mine, he thought as he pulled her closer to him.

Eric gave Pam a stern look before he directed Godric to a VIP booth next to the stage. "You are welcome to sit with me, but I thought you might enjoy your time better in the booth," Eric explained. "What would you like to drink?"

Godric shook his head, declining the offer while Abigail looked towards the bar. "I'll have a Jack and Coke, please." Eric looked to the bar and saw that the bartender was already making the drink. He looked to his maker and smirked. "If you are to get thirsty, please feel free to use my office."

"Perhaps, later," Godric grinned at Eric as the vampire bartender placed Abigail drink on the table. "I am very impressed, my child. You've created quite a name for yourself." He looked up from the booth he was sitting in to eye his child proudly.

Eric nodded in gratitude as he looked out over the crowd that was beginning to settle in. "It pays the bills. And provides me with a meal," he smirked as he watched two young girls walk through the front door.

Abigail sipped her drink and shook her head. She looked at the vampire dancers who seductively swayed on the platforms. "It's definitely vampire-y."

Eric flashed a small grin at her. "That is more for the human clientele. It is what they expect out of a vampire. Dark, sexual, scary. They eat this all up."

"And in turn, you get to eat them up?" Abigail asked, watching a vampire hitting on a boy who sat at the bar.

Eric chuckled. "I guess you could put it that way."

Godric smiled as his lover and his child interacted. He knew they would get along. Both were strong and clever, qualities Godric loved in both of them.

He watched as the other vampires in the bar looked at his Abigail. His blue eyes narrowed, seeing the many men and women that had taken interest in his human.

"I'm yours," Abigail breathed into his neck, noticing his dismay.

Godric closed his eyes and leaned his head onto hers. He wrapped his arm around her possessively.

"I talked to my dad today," Abigail changed the subject to get Godric's mind off of the vampires that were watching them.

Godric looked down at her. "How did that go?"

She shrugged. "I got him to agree to go to dinner with us," she said simply.

"Was he rude to you?"

"He wasn't polite, that's for damn sure," she snorted. "And my mom and brother are going to be pissed when they find out they're going out with us."

"I still do not understand," Godric wondered. "You are their daughter. Their child. She should want their child to be happy and to flourish in life," he watched as Eric spoke with Pam.

"My dad is a bigwig Pittsburgh politician. The fact that the day that his daughter turned eighteen, she ran away to Texas to live with a two thousand year old vampire didn't roll well in the polls," she informed sarcastically. "Most people probably think I'm at some college. Classic cover story."

"Was he always like that?" Godric asked her, it was rare that she spoke about her parents. He wanted to learn as much as possible while he could.

"Nope. They were great until they decided to move to Dallas-"

"Until you met me," Godric corrected, frowning lightly.

She shrugged. "You say potato, I saw potaato," she joked. "Don't feel badly about it. I am beyond happy with you," she kissed the tattoo that hung out of the shirt he was wearing.

"You know, I'm starting to get thirsty," Godric said, nuzzling against Abigail's neck. "Let's explore Eric's office, shall we?" he tugged on her hand and lead her back to where Eric showed him earlier, closing the door behind them.

Godric ran his nose against his human's neck. "Godric, take me from somewhere that's easier to hide," Abigail moaned, thinking briefly back to her parents.

"As you wish, my love," he lowered his mouth to her thigh, pushing her white dress aside, causing her to moan loudly.

When he bit down, Abigail fell back with pleasure, knocking pencils and papers off of Eric's desk.

Godric sighed happily, lapping at the wounds. Abigail laced her hands in Godric's hair, massaging it slowly.

"Cough, cough," Pam said, smirking from the newly opened door. She eyed the couple and licked her lips for the second time that night. "Eric is asking for you."

Soo chapter three is up. I wanted to get it uploaded yesterday but it was my sisters graduation party and I had work, so it slipped my mind. But here it is! I'm enjoying writing this story. So even if no one likes it, I'm having a good time so that's fine with me! But hopefully some of you like it! I'm writing chapter four now, but with work started, it's coming slowly.

Read and review if you want! Thank you all so much for reading, I really appreciate it.

Maddi