**edit** In order to make the story more historically accurate, I'm changing their destination to Rome. It occured to me just now to look it up, and Germany was not founded until 800 AD...long after Godric was made. So sorry! I do most of my writing at 2 am, probably not the best idea. Thank you to anyone who leaves reviews!

"Godric!" Asyria called. "I'm so sorry, where are you, my child?" She could smell that he was close, yet try as she might she could not find him. In desperation she called to him through their bond, hoping that he would understand what he was not yet taught.

"I am here!" Godric called to her.

Upon hearing his voice tears flooded her pale cheeks. "I was so scared i'd lost you. You were right, I am no mother. Can you ever forgive me?" Dropping the human she ran to him and let him lift her into his arms. She held him tightly and kissed his cheeks, smearing her tears over the both of them. "I'm terrible, I don't deserve you. But I brought you a present. You must be starving, feeding off those dirty animals. Oh, i'm so sorry!"

He kissed her passionatly then placed her down on her feet. "I know you are trying. And I should be more patient with you. I am also sorry. And yes, I am hungry, but animal blood has sustained me. Have you fed?"

"No, when I finally thought things out, I was too distraught. All I could think about was finding you, and getting you back. But I am so grateful to have you back, that I have no interest in feeding." She wrapped her arms around him again. "How I missed you. Your smell, your charm. I can get lost in it."

"Let us share him then. Or would you prefer to glamour him back to his people?" Godric asked.

"No, that is the husband of the girl we took. He does not want to live anymore. It would be a waste to send him back." She went to the man and ordered him to follow her back to Godric. "You feel no pain, death is coming and you will be with your beloved wife again." He smiled and nodded. "Go to him."

The man walked to Godric who's fangs had already slid out at the smell of fresh human blood. Now he realized how hungry he really had been. Asyria stood behind the man and they drained him together, each at the other side of his neck. When he was dead Godric dug him a grave, and they burried him the way they had the little girl.

"Why is it that you have such respect for the dead, even now?" Asyria wondered.

"Because if I had been him, I would have wished for such dignity." He sighed, "If feels as though dawn is coming."

She smiled at him, "So sweet, yet so deadly. I love you, Godric." Closing her eyes she concentrated, "We still have an hour at most. How did you manage sleeping alone?"

He picked her up and layed her down, then layed next to her. "It was lonely. I missed you. Please dont leave again. Even if we fight. At least till I can live on my own."

"I wont leave you, child."

The next day they set out for Rome. It was a long journey, made slow by Godric's need to feed more often than Asyria, but every night he learned more and more. Godric was bright, and a quick learner. Before they reached Rome, he had picked up pieces of many languages and could glamour well enough. Among his other skills were tracking humans, animals, and even his maker. They entertained themselves by running as far away from each other as they could till they had just about lost the scent of the other, then finding each other again. Asyria taught Godric how to understand the messaged she sent to him, and how to find her without tracking her smell. They had to be patient with each other, but as they grew to know each other more they learned what buttons they could press and what was unacceptable to the other. Along the way they had purchased new clothes to blend in.

When they finally reached Rome, Godric was fluent in Roman and Greek. They could now pass as lovers; This was to be their disguise. The first few nights passed uneventfully. They glamoured, fed, and slept. Godric loved the culture shock. Romans where nothing like his human people. Here they were far more barbaric, piting humans against beasts or even fellow humans as entertainment. These were far more superstisious, burning witchs and hunting demons. He almost felt threatened by them. It amazed him that these humans were just as gruesome as Asyria and himself. Here he practically felt human again. Asyria delighted in slaughtering her victims. She explained to him that she simply could not be out done by the living.

They bought themselves a house, with money that they had stolen off of their victims a month after arriving. Asyria had a taste for anything expensive, while Godric was far more entertained in this new culture. Material values held little place in his heart, other then the beautiful clothes Asyria would bring home. "Be careful, my love." He warned, "You've seen how little it takes to be branded a demon here."

"Don't be afraid. They are too ignorant to ask questions."

"I value my immortality more than that, love. Why risk it for childish toys?"

But his concerns fell on deaf ears. As far as she was concerned, she knew better. In some respects she was right. People did not ask questions and people died or went missing on a constant basis. Only the most wealthy were a concern, and they stayed far away from that.

"You are my toy." Asyria smiled deviously

"And you are unsatiable. Some days I swear all you wanted was a toy to please your desires." He said, playing as if he minded her advances. He was seated maybe a few feet from her.

In a flash she was on his lap, "You know better. Is it my fault you know how to treat a lady?"

"When have I ever had you as a lady?" Godric smiled, grabbing her roughly.

"Never!" She sighed.

His fangs were out and he had sliced her tongue. Sucking at her blood, he already had he dress up.

They made their special brand of love for hours, till the sun was begining to rise, before they went to the small secret room under their house. Tangled together the slept.

Years past quickly in Rome. The coming of a religious messiah stirred quite a bit of trouble, leaving them to their games. Though it peaked Godric's interests, he was far to weary of the Romans to go to a place where trouble was brewing. From the bits he heard, things were changing in a far away territory of the empire. Asyria laughed at his interest in this messiah.

"If things were as some say, and there was one powerful god of humanity, how would you explain us?"

He thought for a moment, "How are we so different from these humans? They rape, kill, destory. The only real thing they are capable of that we are not, is birth."

This caught Asyria as quite interesting. "I guess you are right, child. But we are dead, and they are alive."

"So they say." He mused. "What does being alive have to do with their god? Do we serve some evil deity? Maybe we are demons and maybe we are damned to some hell, but there could still be a god. If those Emporers who kill just as many women and children as we do, rape and pilage and steal can get into heaven, than I can not understand why we could now be welcome."

"There, there my child. Why bother over such matters. Do you plan on leaving me anytime soon?" Concern written lightly across her small face.

"Of course not." Godric smiled reassuringly. "I've not seen nearly enough to consider it."

"Then don't bother with heaven and hell! We are immortal! And, I think its about time we feed. What would interest you tonight? Children, virgins, oh how about a happy couple?" Her fangs highlighted her smile. "Though you will not admit it, I know you have a taste for children. A compromise maybe? How about a whole family!" Her sing song voice made him laugh.

"Whatever it is you hunger for. I've never been picky. And if I have a taste for children, that would be your evil doing." Smiling still she danced out of the door. "Careless mother! Don't forget your fangs!" He said in his native tongue. "You foolish thing, one day you'll get us in trouble!"

"But you love me." She said over her shoulder.