Another chapter already! I'm so proud of myself... Well besides the fact I wrote it during school when I should have been listening in class, but oh well. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, feedback and suggestions are welcomed. Please rate and review.

~Morgan

The pair sat in there usual go to place, just a little vampire friendly cafe. Well, vampire friendly in the fact that they sold true blood. That didn't mean that vampires didn't get the absolute dirtiest looks imaginable in there. Marceline just couldn't begin to comprehend how people could be so judgmental and racist towards someone without knowing them, and she probably never would. It was the way things had always been and likely always would be. Maybe eventually become accepted like black people were. Even now though there were hate crimes and racism towards them. Or towards any ethnic group for that matter. Vampire really seemed to get the holy rollers into an uproar. It was like they were trying to segregate them from the rest of humanity. Like that would do any good. They had always been among us and there's nothing they'd be able to do about that. Marceline did have a bit of an upperhand, or biased opinion when it came to the vampires. Most knew nothing of them other then what the news said and from folklore and movies. And most of that wasn't even completely true, a lot of it wasn't.

"You parents." Godric brought up suddenly stealing Marceline's undivided attention. He had really been acting strange, bringing all of these things up out of the blue."What about them?" she finally said taking a bite or her cake. Marceline knew they had died when she was young, around four, but not much beyond that. "They were both murdered." he began slowly, pausing for a few painful moments before he went on. "By my kind." Godric finally added.

Sitting her fork down with a 'clink' Marceline raised her gaze to meet his own. "Why are you telling me this now? Why not before..." she murmured, a slightly hurt expression filling her features.

"I wanted to wait until I thought you could handle hearing it." Godric said, running his fingertips along the warm glass in his hands.

"Why were they murdered?" Marceline asked. It seemed almost strange for her to have not known these things already, even stranger that she never asked or thought much about it.

"I do not know the exact reason, but I do know they saw something that they shouldn't have seen. The vampire community couldn't have that, they found it to be a threat to out secrecy." Godric explained his lips in a tight line, his blue gaze never one faltering.

"Why have you taken care of me all of this time?" Marceline asked after a long silence. "I have my reasons." he said to her, leaving things at that. Now that she thought about it, and was faced with this situation it really made her begin to question things. What reason could he possibly have for caring for her? Was it just all pity on a pathetic human child? Or maybe it was something he did on a whim just for the heck of it.

"Reasons?" Marceline asked receiving a nod in response.

"Selfishness really. I should have sent you to live with a human family long ago, after I saved you. I could never bring myself to though." Godric answered. Eyebrows scrunched up and she fumbled with the sleeve of her jacket. "I don't understand." Marceline said, pushing a few stray locks from her eyes.

"You won't for now." he said simply as he took a sip of his 'drink'. Marceline really hated how vague he was being right know. It only made her want to know things even more. Not to mention it only worsened her already terrible worries. It made her come up with all these possible scenarios in her head. Some good, some bad.

"Alright..." she finally said, uncertainty apparent in her voice. For awhile her eyes wandered around mindlessly. Looking out through the huge windows of the cafe and up to the blackened night sky. Thanks to the heavy curtain of clouds no moon or stars were in sight, all hidden from view. Every now and then streetlights flickered over the side walk and street. Of all the people walking that night it made her wonder just how many of them were vampires. None of them struck out to her as out of the ordinary, or different. Well that was until she spotted a she spotted a clique from school just strolling by. The self proclaimed 'God's army' or as she liked to call them, holy rollers.

Marceline was genuinely surprised to even see them in public. She figured that none of them did much outside of reading the bible and praying while they tried to figure out how they were going to destroy all of the vampires. Even she couldn't help but to shake her head at the thought. They really did take everything to the extremes. Sure Marceline wasn't exactly what you could call religious, but she knew enough to know God's word said not to hate. And yet that's exactly what all of them were doing; how could they justify that? With the bible, certainly not. Whether vampires were unholy or not and their existence itself was 'sin'. Sin was sin, and each of them were equal in god's eyes.

All in all Marceline was pretty much neutral when it came to these things. There was no taking sides, it would be biased for her to do so. Sure what some of the vampires were doing to the humans was wrong it was also true the other way around.

"Are you acquainted with any of them?" Godric asked, tearing her from her inner ranting.

"I go to school with them." Marceline said adverting her gaze to the suddenly interesting table top. Toying with the paper wrapping from her straw she glanced ever so often through the window. "They're not very fond of vampires." she added, looking over to Godric.

For awhile they just stood out there loitering and chatting with one another. It was obvious from their looks of disgust and their not so casual glances that they had realized Godric was a vampire. The had the nastiest looks on there faces, and showed no shame of how uncivil they acted. "How rude can you be..." Marceline grumbled in aggravation, shaking her head with a puff.

"People will always be that way. No matter who you are or where you are. People will judge and hate for whatever reason they find plausible. Sometimes they will make up accusations just in order to hate." Godric said pushing the red bottle aside. Very rarely did she ever see him feed. Either he just didn't need much to survive or he got blood from other means. Of course never would she even dare to ask him that. It really wasn't her business anyways she supposed.

"I guess I'll just have to get used to people like them." she said with a shrug. That fact itself was sad.

Finally there little group went off on their own way lifting a heavy weight from Marceline's shoulders. She couldn't help but to wonder what school would be like on Monday after this little incident. As much as she tried to convince herself how useless it was to worry she just couldn't help it. She always did tend to eat herself up with worry over the tiniest things. In all honestly she worried far to much, Marceline just couldn't help it though. Her anxieties always seemed to get the best of her.

"How are your studies going?" Godric asked, crushing the silent moment. Marceline couldn't help but to smile. She love listening to him speak, the way her worded things was just so amusing.

"Pretty good. I'm stilling having some trouble with algebra though. Might as well tell him now before he found out some other way. That was the one thing he was always picky about. Well that and her going out with friends. For some reason he expected her to be some over achiever or a genius. Godric couldn't seemed to understand that she couldn't possible be as intelligent as him. After all he'd practically seen history with his own eyes, and witnessed things she could only read about. And some of the things in her history books weren't even completely correct, according to Godric at least.

Thankfully it was still early, only around nine-thirty. Marceline just hoped that Godric didn't get any unexpected business calls.