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Unfortunately, he did not sleep until mid-way through the day that came. Looned by the warmed that the body curled against him sung non-verbally through the contact of one another and seeped into soft snores that were in tune with each other. Godric had woken up in the middle of the night. He had healed surprisingly quickly with this girl's blood. She must be special.. But nonetheless, with it coursing through his veins, he was restless beside her. Although, completely content watching her in her sleep.
Tomorrow night, he would return to his base and face his subordinates, they would not appreciate his absence. It would take some time before they would allow him to be without watch again, like he was a precious child. But he would not care, it would be for the best, just to keep their worries at bay.
Just as long as he could keep them from going after the Fellowship of the Sun, all would be well. He knew that this time he would not be able to hold back their rage with just words. He did not want blood shed of either race. Human or Vampire.
He could already see that there was burning feud between the vampire and human race. This which was his primary reason at first of going to the Fellowship –to allow himself to burn that is. He was doing this with, this man of the Sun or, that is what he proclaimed to be. Maybe he could set an example and there can be some relation between the two species, with the ulterior motive being his death. But it was too much to bare the previous night, the 'Oppressions' they were becoming stronger as his knowledge grew towards the hatred of his own kind.
It was almost a sickness that he wished to be rid of despite the evolution and knowledge that had learned through his many years on this earth. It was heavy in his chest to bare the guilt of the many deaths and lives that he had laid to ruin as he passed on to gain his own survival.
Yet he could not feel any of the 'Oppression' coming onto him now.
His worries -at least for this moment, were gone.
Gazing upon her, Godric could not figure out why she had given the sacrifice.
To eat was no longer a pleasure to him, yet gazing upon her after he had consumed what he had. It was like he had jumped in a pleasurable amount of quick sand. Looking at the girl's strange dark color of hair that fell over her face and cocoa complexion of her face, he pressed his digits tentatively against her cheek feeling the heat of her human body. Flipping his hand around to appreciate it, he moved the back of his hand down that same cheek.
He chuckled gently as her nose scrunched up, and her eye lids tightened shut. Resting his head on his forearm he couldn't comprehend what this feeling was welling in his not-beating-so-he-was-not-breathing chest. The girl was almost fragile in her pajamas, curling against his cold body and almost pressing down into a ball.
Godric, being as old as he was, gained a few things that came with being an old vampiric age despite the enhanced abilities strengthening. His taste of this human's blood let him take her through some of her recent memories, the great amount he had taken in he had allowed himself to see the past year and a half of her life. She seemed to live a simple, monotonous life style. She called family on the east coast despite living in the outskirts of Dallas, showing loyalty to them and to her family that lived not too far, actually in Bon Temp where his child ruled as Sheriff, a child that told him he should appoint himself as King of the land where he laid. But Godric was never a power ambitious individual.
This woman's name, he had not acquired but he could see from her memories she was strange. Strange in the manner that she did not have a life companion where she wore the beauty of the women from his freedom from slavery was granted, Africa. He could imagine her in formal Egyptian robes, walking towards a throne with subjects holding the tail of her golden elegant gown. Or maybe a blue gown, dark almost black, accenting her form.
But not only that, but of the wicked ways he could come to remove that dark garment from her body. Godric blinked.. such an image. Why, but he noticed his strokes along her skin were exploring. He had to stop himself.
He saw that her sleep was too long; her skin was warm but not as warm as it should be. The bodies of humans that he had touched were a bit warmer than the slight coolness of her skin at this moment, but hers when he had first touched her made her feel like she was a burning fire to him. Something was amiss.
His fangs flicked out, Csss! And he punctured his wrist sharply and opened her mouth with the use of his thumb. He would press his slowly seeping wrist to her mouth and he leaned over her. "Drink.." He soothingly looned into her ear, piercing her dreams and making her swallow a decent amount before he would lick his own wrists back clean before any would dropped on her, or showing any evidence that he had given her any besides the trickle that fell from the side of her lip.
Godric laid back down beside her hugging her against him out of the necessity for her warm, welcoming form. She balling her hands together and curling against him in his arms.
It was a few more minutes before she had risen
The girl's eyes fluttering open. She had the weirdest dream in the world. Heh, it almost seems a bit silly once she was thinking about it. She had given blood to a vampire and allowed herself to fall asleep with him because he took so much of it. He had a strange, but fairly interesting name. She liked the way it rolled off her tongue, "Godric." She muttered softly to herself, unknowing that she had turned an unacknowledged vampire's attention to her.
The girl went to lift herself up and she found she was wedged against something. At least she had thought, she has slept against something random again but it wasn't until she felt cool, smooth flesh that she stiffened.
Staring at something white, she rose her hand up along this smooth surface till she got the full contact of that smooth flesh and she blinked several times. It was unblemished from what she could feel, she daring not looking as she began to shake at the feel of blunt, but finely chiseled chin. A smooth set of lips. Fingertips colliding with a perfect nose and the crease of eyes brows.
"That is a strange thing to do once you wake up," A smooth, level voice spoke in the manner of sophisticated suave. "Do you do this around anyone if that happen to sleep in the same bed with you?" The voice innocent in its curiosity. Shakily, the girl looked up.
Taking in the beautiful she had seen hours before.
"Good evening."
"Holy hell… That wasn't a dream?"
"I would think not, I am real.. unfortunately." He said, taking one of her hands in his placed it back against his face since she had withdrew at finding him speaking to her. "I do feel real, don't I?"
"Y-yea.." She answered breathlessly.
"Are you ill?" The innocence in his voice to too much. Why did he have to look and act like a prince in his first acts of duty, tentative and unwilling to make a mistake.
The girl shook her head, staring into his liquefied chocolate eyes.. Or were they seemed a tan tinted grey, but either way they reminded her of- "Storms.. You eyes are like, mini storms, building and churning." She spoke gently.
Godric blinked, suddenly chuckling.
"You are strange."
Instinctively, like she would with her friends she puffed her cheeks.
"Am not."
But this was not her friends, this was a stranger. A vampire at that.
And despite being pro-vamp rights, she knew all were not nice.
"And fascinatingly adorable as well."
She groaned, why was she always called 'cute' or adorable?
But it seems her nonverbal protest only seemed to make the vampire amused more.
"May I get up?" she asked him.
Godric lifted, reluctantly relieving her of the pressure of their bodies pressed together, and feeling the absence of her warmth, his body protested. More so, his body protested at the lack of being able to feel her womanly curves.
"I apologize-"
"No it's fine, I'ma cuddler in ma' sleep." She cut him off with a sheepish grin.
And then there was the awkward silence.
The two introverted individuals knew that with their lack of socialization would lead to this awkwardness. More with the poor girl than Godric was staring at her, watching the adamant flush of her dark skin in his stares, her gaze occasionally meeting his in her shyness when it wasn't dashing about for other things t preoccupy herself with. Godric cleared his throat gently.
"Uhm, miss.. would you give me your name?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, my name is Emilie, but you can call me Mel, Meli." She said gently waving her hands around in slight gestures at presenting herself with a smile which made him feel at ease. His stares softened.
"Meli.. That is a fascinating name."
The way he spoke her name so calmly and gently, it made her shiver.
"Heh, thank you." She laughed nervously, happening to ease the notice but denied tension between them.
Godric indeed was bemused by this, everything about her seemed fascinating. Her look, her pajamis, her hair, her eyes, especially the way she spoke. He could listen to her voice for hours. It was soothing and articulate, like each note could be matched with a flute he she spoke low enough.
"I see.."
Melo kneaded her hands together and looked to him apologetically, "Sorry, I'm not good conversation."
Godric waved this off, "Neither am I, so we are even."
Melo bit her bottom lip and shifted about, looking towards the ground.
"Can I ask you something, Godric?"
She said his name, making him tilt his head like an intrigued cat.
"You may.. Though I shall be honest, I may or may not answer depending on what it is you are asking."
Fair enough.
She looked him in the eye for once, unafraid. Pushing past her shyness.
"Why did you try to kill yourself?"
Godric sighed and ran his fingers along his smoothed down hair.
"It is a complicated matter."
"But-" He cut her off, "But it is more so that I despise myself and my kind."
Meli blinked, "Why?"
"We are inadequate.. We have yet to evolve in the way we should, we are savage."
Godric said with a dead-pan stare. Meli nodded, "But ya'know, our kind… human and vampire alike, we both have yet to evolve from savagery."
Godric tilted his head inquisitively, "Really now?" Meli nodded.
He was not an idiot, he knew this, but it was more so he wanted to hear her reason, but there was something he had to attend to first. Daylight.
Godric closed his eyes with a heavy sigh making the young woman blink, "Is something wrong, I could give you some Tru Blood. Although. Last time it didn't work." She said sheepishly, and he shook his head. "No.. It is daylight, I must depart soon before Dawn."
Meli bit her tongue before she spoke of her concern of someone who probably would not care for her opinion. "Oh." Was all she could come up with, but as if reading her mind, Godric reached forward placing his hand on the top of her head. "I will reach my area before light comes, I will not waste the blood you have honored me with." The mention of his in-taking her blood made her blush, a dark raspberry tint collecting in her cheeks, heat rising along her throat.
Godric leaned forward more as he looking into her eyes, "I promise you this, miss Emilie."
The way he said her name so low and intimate was so dangerous, she couldn't understand why. But she could just imagine him doing more then just cop a feel like he did when he bit her. She stared into his eyes with her dark honey, liquefied chocolate eyes. "You say my eyes are like storms, but yours.. Oh yours remind me of a pleasant abyss, enveloping." God, she liked the way he said abyss. "And wrapping you into a cocoon that you could simply." He was so close. "Drown." So close. "In." Too close.
Meli had slack in her jaw now, biting back the desire she had. He must be glamouring her or hypnotizing her because someone's voice couldn't sound this so leveled and not too deep, and low, yet sound so delicious. She had a thing for big guys with deep voices, because she was taller or more packed than the average girl.
But Godric. He almost contradicted what she usually stared at. His was about her height, five foot nine, maybe he was five teen, but he was pale, storm eyes, although she loved storms so that was a major plus in her eyes. Dark, gelled or 'smoothed' down hair, faintly muscular build. He looked more of an angel than a vampire.
Godric's lips twitched his hand fell along the smooth, goose-bumping skin along her arm and let it pause against her hip.
It had been so long since he had received the emotion of, Desire.
He knew he was privileged, he could have any human or vampire or whatever this world was made up of, if he wanted.
But no, it had been so long.
Too long in fact, so him to suddenly have the desire to take this female.
He hadn't even noticed he had started to seduce her until he felt his hand touch her hip.
Maybe he could pacify this hunger for her.. So he wouldn't bother her in times later.
"Meli.."
Entranced, she looked to him in his provocation.
"Yes?"
"..May I-?" Staring at her, his words trailed. He couldn't do this. She seemed to precious and tempting.
"Yes?" She asked again. His eyes fell, but he looked back to her soon enough.
"Will escort me out?"
She jumped up, dusting off her pajamas. "Oh!"
"Of course." She said and smiled to him. And so she did lead him upstairs to her door and she bit her lip bottom lip tightly.
Godric turned to her as he began to exit, and would turn back to her. "Thank you."
Meli sighed, and she tapped her fingers on the door. Uncertain what compelled her to do this, but she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "You're welcome.. You should come back and visit."
Chap end. X:
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