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Chapter Three – The past is past
Six Months prior
The nest was a flutter with excitement and activity, so much so that very few noticed the distant look in their sheriff's eyes. He surveyed the scene around him with slight humor, these vampires with so much age and experience - it was interesting to see them excited by the prospect of the concert that evening. Although Godric felt glad for those close to him, a hollow kind of jealousy had begun to root itself inside of his very soul.
It had been decades since he felt that he was encountering something new, something special. The thousands of years that he had lived had begun to merge; with the faces of even those he had deeply loved blurring into each other and becoming inconsequential. He had long since lost his feel of humanity, but had only recently begun to miss it.
"I would like to thank you for getting this together sheriff. I know that it must have been a difficult and expensive venture." Isabel smiled down to her superior with obvious affection. Godric was glad to see that her hard lines had softened since she had opened herself up to love- but saddened when he admitted even this joy was shallow to him.
"This is a very rare experience, Isabel, though I must admit I fear it will amount to little more than parlor tricks." Godric furrowed his brow and looked down at the gray suit that had been laid out for him for the event. He felt the need to resist wearing clothes that were so uncomfortable, but felt no energy to put up the fight.
"I have heard many things from all the different places they have been, admittingly none being very specific." Isabel mused. "If they are able to do what they say however- it will be quite interesting." Isabel looked down to the invitation before her, running her fingers across the velvet borders.
Best put we can say that we are musical psychics. We create songs and music which will pick up on the feelings of the room – individually and as a group. This experience will touch the hearts of those present, allowing the cathartic release of music to become a personal experience.
"I'm mostly excited to see if they truly are sirens. I have never met anyone that has had any type of experience with them." Isabel sighed as she looked at her phone, wondering when Hugo would be joining her.
"From what I hear they are excellent maskers, and most have chosen to live their lives outside of the public view. I'm surprised they were willing to do a show for vampires, as so many feel threatened by the power they are able to push into our minds." Godric sat down in his chair and his action seemingly prompted all around him to sit as well.
Almost on cue the door bell rang and an underling of the sheriff went to the door and opened it up. Before him was a group of ten – eight women and two men. They carried an assorted group of instruments, making them look like over dressed roadies.
"They are dressed lovely, if not a bit scantily for a nest of vampires." Isabel whispered to Godric as she watched the predatory gleam in her fellow vampire in command grow. "I fear Stan is picking out his next meal as we speak."
"I believe that the rules of this evening are quite clear." Godric spoke in a slight whisper, knowing all in the nest would be able to hear him. "No one is to push contact where it is not wanted."
As if on cue all vampires nodded slightly, although few were able to keep themselves from licking their lips – and one or two struggled to keep their fangs hidden.
There was something about this group assembling before him that was strangely intoxicating, and it left Godric wondering about the possibility of fae blood among them.
"Ladies and Gentleman were are pleased to have been invited into your home in order to bring you an experience that we feel is quite special and rare." One of the males in the group had begun to speak. His words were filled with confidence and lacked the tinge of fear that most would expect from someone that had found themselves in a nest of vampires. "We are a group that goes without names, as who we are is unimportant in this journey. I would like to preface this experience by letting you know that we will not be speaking specifically to an individual – we have no want to embarrass or call someone out. Believe by the end of this you will each know what was meant for you. Also, we would like to tell you that some of these things have not happened yet, so you may take some as warnings if you like."
Godric had found himself quickly bored by the speech occurring, feeling that it was little more than the disclaimer for why the event was foolish. He began to scan the group before him and was put on alert by the comfort of those before him. When he had seen individuals in the past walking into such danger with that air, they were either very foolish or knew themselves to be stronger than what they faced.
"Get that look out of your eyes sir." Isabel whispered. "Part of this is for you to be able to have a good time as well. You so rarely smile anymore."
Godric gave his best impression of a smile in return, but gave up as he could feel it did not reach his eyes. He who had been so good at putting on masks in the past – to draw people in and manipulate, has found himself stuck behind dead eyes.
The lights began to lower as the speech came to an end, and the normally still group of vampires fidgeted a bit in the face of the singers. Slowly each began to feel themselves relaxing into their seats, it was much like the feel from the prior lives of having a couple of drinks - and they found themselves enjoying it. The music began as a feeling in their bodies, which began with slight vibrations which became drums in their ears.
The musicians had begun to mill out amongst the crowd, something that would normally have been dangerous for those that wore white silk that clung to their bodies. The singers were beautiful in many ways, but it was their scent and the atmosphere of passion that truly pulled the audience in.
Godric found himself falling in and out of alertness, and when he thought about it later could say very little about the actual songs being done. He found himself looking from face to face of the singers as if searching, though he did not understand what he was looking for. In many eyes he found an innocence that pulled towards his basic instincts from when he first became a vampire – to tarnish and change the peace within.
Godric began to feel slight panic, a need to be away from this temptation, when he noticed one woman at the middle of the room that had not moved out to the crowd. She was looking down as she sung, seeming to be so capitivated by the words that she was in a trance.
As he stared towards her she looked up meeting his eyes. The dark brown, which glowed an almost red in the candle light around her, startled him out of his previous thoughts. She appeared to be staring within him – reading the thoughts and feelings that he had long stopped sharing. Instead of feeling himself pull away, as he normally would he leaned forward in his chair and looked more closely.
He noticed that she did not flinch under his scrutiny, and appeared to smile slightly at what she was seeing within him. Godric felt a sense of peace fall over him, and realized it had been a long time since he had been truly looked at. The power that he possessed had long since scared those around him into looking at the floor, often avoiding his eyes for entire conversations.
It was at this point that Godric noticed the group around him stood up and began to clap. He wondered as he stumbled to his feet how long he had been staring at the woman in front of him. He felt slightly embarrassed by his actions, but felt that he could not go back to the hollowness he had felt before. A giddiness that he could not remember ever feeling before took over, and he knew that he must meet the dark haired woman.
