You should mentally prepare yourself now for this chapter before going further, you also might want to keep a box of tissues close.
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Chapter Four
Isabel had finally returned. She had found Adriana speaking with Sookie. Sookie, who appeared to already know Isabel had touched her arm sympathetically. She said something, but Olivia couldn't hear them over the music and chatter of everyone else at the party. The three talked with one another, and Olivia watched as Isabel formally introduced her progeny to Sookie, or at least she assumed she did. They continued to talk until her mother looked over and pointed at her, somehow becoming the subject of their conversation. Her response of course was smile and wave back at her mother.
With the party once more in full swing, Stan had taken a seat with another vampire in a sleeveless shirt and a cowboy hat on the couch just in front of them. The vampire in the cowboy hat was talking about their raid on the FOT's church. He talked about having one of the humans by the neck and how badly the man had been shaking in fear of him that he actually pissed himself. Olivia rolled her eyes. When it came to how men think, their really wasn't too much of a difference between vampires and humans, always feeling the need to brag or show off. She was not impressed. Godric himself frowned on the conversation but did not interrupt them.
"Isabel's back, I'm glad." she said, watching the three women with a soft expression.
"I am sad that she has to suffer this way." said Godric. "She is an irreplaceable subordinate and has been very loyal to me."
"Subordinate?" she quirked an eyebrow. "Don't you mean 'friend'?"
"Friend?" he said the word with a slight tilt of his head, as if thinking of it's definition. The word seemed strange on his tongue. He had never truly considered another as a friend, such relationships were to common minded for Vampires, whose bonds were much deeper than the human standards of simple friendship. They also had a more difficult time in becoming attached to the others.
"She deserves better." Olivia smiled at him, she couldn't agree more.
"Yes, I suppose she is a friend." he corrected himself. Isabel had been his right hand for almost as long as he had been Sheriff and had never given him any problems, always surpassing his expectations.
"You don't have many friends, do you?" she said, biting her lip. Godric raised an eyebrow. "wow, that came out wrong."
"I mean, you have Eric, and I am sure you have plenty of acquaintances. But do you have anyone that you spend time with, do things together with?"
"No, I don't supposed I do." he tells her, his voice even. "I've lost interest in many things over these last hundred years I'm afraid."
"You don't get bored?" she shifted her weight.
"Would you like to sit?" he asked, avoiding the question.
"All the couches are taken up," she said, looking in front of them where Stan was still sitting with three others.
"The dining room table is available," Godric pointed out, nodding his head to the table.
"Oh, yea, sure." she said, letting Godric lead her to the table, he even pulled her chair out for her like a gentleman. She thanked him as he pushed her in and he took a seat at the end of the table beside her.
"So, what do you do for fun?" she asked, resting her elbow on the white surface of the table, her cheek propped against her hand. He gave a little hum of thought.
"I enjoy reality television," he admitted. "I find the Housewives of New York quite humorous."
If she had been eating or drinking anything, Olivia was sure she would have choked. She would never have imagined Godric to be the type that would like that stuff. She tried to picture him, relaxed on the couch, a true blood on the coffee table as he watched The House Wives of New York complain about their husbands and plan parties and bitch about how the others are couldn't stand those type of shows.
What her and her mom could do that much money. They could get a nicer apartment. They had accepted the cars from Isabel, who in fact offered them the money find a new place, but Adriana was adamant on earning her money herself, to show her maker and everyone else that a single woman/mother could make it just as fine as the rest of them. It was something she had passed on to Olivia, who had quickly gotten a part time job of her own while in high school to help pay for her private piano lessons. She wanted to help her mother as much as she could, and in doing so was able to begin her independence as a woman and a person.
"Do you enjoy television?" he asked.
"I do. I really like BBC America's shows. The writing is so much better than what America throws out there." she began to ramble, enthusiastically jumping into the conversation. "You can't beat Doctor who, and they have this new show called Orphan Black that's really interesting."
"Yes, the English do have more sophisticated drama's. There comedy also surpasses that of America in television, it's cleaner but so much more dramatic." he agreed with her.
"I know! Not everything has to be dirty to be funny." she sighs, relieved to find someone that shares the same opinion as her.
"A innuendo here and there isn't awful, but as long as it's not a constant repeat. Flirty innuendos are a great way to develop chemistry between characters, but I don't what the entire comedic relief of a show based off of it." she had barely breathed as she ranted, and when she was finished she seemed almost out of breath. Godric thought it was endearing.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Godric asked her, noticing how she seemed to constantly be swallowing or wetting her lips. He assumed she was either too polite to ask for something, or too distracted by their conversation.
"I would love a drink, but I'm afraid what you had out is all on the floor now," she said, looking over her shoulder at the shattered glasses of wine and bottles of true blood that was on the floor, staining the carpet. No one had looked twice at it or made any attempt to clean.
"The true blood and wine is going to stain the carpet." she pointed out.
"I have a very good cleaner. They will handle it when day comes." he explained and started to stand.
"I will get you something from the kitchen. What would you like?" he said at a full stand now.
"A glass of water would be nice," she was afraid to ask for wine. He made her nervous enough she could down a whole bottle, and the last thing she wanted was to get drunk and say something incredibly stupid in front of him.
"Would you like ice?" he asked.
She tucked some hair behind her ear and nodded, thanking him. He gave her one of those rare smiles of his, the one where she could just make out the hint of dimples, before he turned to go into the kitchen. The doorway to the kitchen was just to the left, in the small little hall across from the dining room table. She bit her lip as she lustfully stared at his jean clad ass, her cheeks flaming with a unabashed shame, yet she couldn't bring herself to look away until he had turned the corner and was out of her sight.
"I saw that," a whisper in her ear startled her, and she turned in her chair to glare at her mother who was hovering over her shoulder.
"Don't be so embarrassed, just look at the couples around you, half of them are either making out in the corners or eye fucking each other." Adriana shrugged, looking over her shoulder at a pair of vampires making out on the chase of the couch without care.
"Mom!" Olivia recoiled at the foul language yet still found herself give a small, startled laugh, blushing even a deeper shade of red.
"What? It's true." she gave another shrug.
"Whatever," Olivia shook her head. "How's Isabel?"
Speaking of said vampire, Olivia looked around the room for her. She was no longer with Sookie, in fact Sookie was glaring at the tall blonde vampire from earlier who was standing in front of her. The two were at the other end of the table. She finally spotted Isabel coming out from the hall where the library/piano room was. She stood at the corner of the fireplace observing everyone around her with with a neutral stair. She looked drained. Olivia didn't blame her.
"She's going to be ok." Adriana did her best to give her a reassuring smile. She knew how much of a worry wart Olivia could be. She asked if we could help collect all of Hugo's things from her place tomorrow night. She doesn't think she can handle doing it alone." she tells her.
"Of course." she agreed immediately. She would do whatever Isabel needed. Especially if it would make things less painful for her.
"I'm happy," Adriana said suddenly, smiling widely.
"About what?" she raised her eyebrows.
"You've barely looked at a guy since you and Elliot broke up, it nice to see you've taken an interest again." she said softly.
"I was starting to think you were actually a lesbian." her mom grinned.
"Oh my god, mom!" she had to keep herself from screaming, though her voice was still pretty loud.
"I'm just joking, don't stake me." Adriana laughed, holding her hands up innocently in
front of herself.
"But seriously, I'm glad your having a good time. I was little worried when we first got here," she admitted, absentmindedly fixing some of her Olivia's fine blonde hair from out of her face.
"Just in case it help; Isabel thinks Godric like you too." she smiles. "And Isabel know's him pretty well, so if you like him too don't be afraid to make a move."
"Though so far you seem to be doing pretty good. The two of you were standing awfuly close earlier," she waggles her eyebrows.
Despite the rolling of her eyes, Olivia smiles. "You really think so? You don't think he's just teasing the human?"
"No, I don't think he's teasing you...at least not in that way." she grins impishly, trailing a finger down her daughter's cheek and to her chin. And for a long few seconds she just stares at her daughter, with a look of pure love and tenderness.
"Thank you," she finally said, Olivia's chin still in her hand.
"For what?" Olivia furrows her brow, confused. What had come over her mothe so suddenly.
"For being an amazing daughter." Adriana said it as if it should be obvious. "I'm so proud of you."
"Is something wrong?" frowning, Olivia looks at her mother with concern.
"No," her mom smiled at her.
"Than what this all about. Your kind of freaking me out right now." she admitted to her mom. Adriana smiled and shook her head.
"It's nothing I promise." she said, twirling some of her daughter hair around her finger. "I just realized I never thanked you for taking me back after I was turned. You could have shut the door on my face when I finally came home."
"I was pretty mad at first, when I couldn't see you." she looked away, her eyes just happening to land on Isabel.
"But then I realized you were doing it all for me. You told Isabel to change you for me, and you stayed away so long so you would be sure you wouldn't hurt me when you came home." she smiled, wrapping her hand around her mothers wrist, her skin cold against her palm, but not uncomfortably so.
"That exactly what I mean," said Adriana. "Most teenagers wouldn't understand that right away like you did."
"Yea, well, your just lucky I've always been mature for my age." she said, giving a haughty expression.
"Thankfully," her mom gave a relieved laugh, her smile never really leaving her face.
"Oh, Della is waving me over." she said, catching the movement in the corner of her eye. She was currently standing against the fire place with the same blonde guy from earlier that had paid his respects to Godric. Della was a human that was friends with Isabel, and so was invited to the party. The blond guy had been talking her up all night.
"Probably wants me to meet him," said Adriana waving back at Della, giving her look that said she would be over in just a second.
"I hear Godric coming back from the kitchen anyway," she winks.
"Have fun, but not too much fun. You two just met after all." Adriana continues to tease her.
"Love you," she adds quickly, and gives her just as quick of a kiss on her cheek before she left her again.
Adriana had already walked away before Olivia could say it back.
"Your water," said Godric upon his return.
"Thank you," she said as she took the glass from him. She wondered if he had heard any of what her mom had just said. She really hoped not. If he did he gave nothing away that would tell her if he did. She took one sip before a voice called out over the room.
"Excuse me, everyone." turning in her seat, Godric still standing, everyone in the room went silent and looked to where a dark haired, fairly good looking guy was standing between the windows and the fireplace. Sookie, who had been sitting at the other end of the table stood from her seat, and without realizing it, took a few steps closer towards Eric.
"If I could have your attention." he had it, that's for sure.
"My name is Luke McDonald. I'm a member of the Fellowship of the sun." as he announced this, Stan stood from his seat on the couch, and she could hear all through the room as fangs were dropped in rage.
"What's he doing here?" she said out loud what everyone was thinking. She didn't even notice when Godric moved closer to her.
"I have a message for you all from Reverend Steve Newlin." and then he unzipped his jacket and held it open, showing them all the chains of silver with silver and wooden bullets alike tucked into the links, all attached to a bombed vest. She didn't even think when she stood, her head swiveling to look where her mother was standing with Della, so close to Luke.
"MOM!" she screamed, and then Luke pressed down the button of the detonator in his hand.
It was instant. There was a brief spark of light as the bomb went off, her ears ringing from the sound of the blast. Both she and Godric were thrown back, and she barely registered his arms around her as he shielded her and took the brunt of the damage as they flew over the table and were slammed into the wall of the hall and into a painting. She could feel the sharp cut of glass from the vases on the table in the hall that they smashed into, and the blunt throb of her head as a piece of the ceiling fell, debri everywhere as it hit them. Her vision was a sea of grey, the soft cotton of Godric's shirt in her face, a hand cupping her head to protect it from damage and the other around her waist holding her close. Godric only gave a small groan compared the the moans and cries of pain from everyone else in the room.
Her mom!
Pushing Godric off of her, she stood on wobbly legs and hobbled over towards the couch, her eyes scanning the bodies on the floor. Trying to find her mother.
"Mom!" she screamed, looking everywhere, stepping over bodies, debri and vampire goo as she made her way where her mother had been last. The fireplace. Somehow, by a miracle the fire was still burning in it's hearth.
"MOM!?" she shouted again, her head pounding, and the smell of the smoke and fire burning at her nose, tasting it in the air.
She didn't even take notice of Bill as he came back, shoving a wounded vampire to the side as tried to find Sookie. She was still near the table. Eric on top of her,having shielded her. Olivia didn't even notice the humans outside the shattered windows, armed with crossbows, as she walked through what remained of the living room. Nor did she hear their screams or notice Bill leave to chase after them. None of it mattered. She didn't care about anything or anyone that wasn't her mother.
"ADRIANA!" She stopped cold when she heard the blood curdling scream of her mothers name. Isabel was on her knees in front of a pile of vampire goo, Della on the floor badly hurt but still breathing.
"No," Olivia choked on the word, staggering as she stared took notice of the blood running from Isabels eyes, her hands hovering over the goo, shaking as she sobbed horribly.
"NO!" she said stronger, shaking her head back and forth, her eyes tightly closed as she felt her own hot tears run down her cheeks.
"It's not her, it's not her," she repeated, falling to her knees and crawling to Isabel as others staggered around them for help.
"No, no, no, no, no…." she started to sob so hard that she began to hiccup, rocking back and forth. "It's not her, it's not her."
"Olivia," Isabel tried, but she just shook her head harder, rocking faster.
"It can't be her, she can't be gone, she can't." she said weakly, staring at the pile of red.
"Please, Isabel, tell me it's not her." she reached over the pile and grabbed the labels of Isabel's leather coat, shaking her. "TELL ME IT'S NOT HER!"
"I am so sorry," was all Isabel could say.
There was nothing more painful for a vampire than to feel the death of the one you created, your child. She felt it, the moment one of the wooden bullets went through her progeny's heart, her death instant. But for a daughter, a human daughter to loose her mother, was just as and if not more so, painful as well.
Throwing her head back, Olivia gave a horrible, agonizing cry, as she continued to sob until she could barely breath. It was the most heartbreaking scene in the room, despite the wounded and the dead humans, none of them had lost what she just lost. She watched as she neared hysterics, scooping up what remained of her mother and pressing it to her chest. Isabel tried to speak to her, to get her to stop. The front of her dress was now painted with what was left behind of her mother.
"Mommy," she whimpered, staring at the goop in her hands.
In the center of the room, dirtied and a little bloody, Godric looked on sadly at the disaster zone his home had become. This was a cold blooded massacre. The Fellowship had not only killed vampires, but humans as well. Would it ever end? he wondered. Who was right, and who was wrong anymore. Would their never be change? Would it always be like this?
He watched in silence as Isabel crawled around the remnants of her progeny and wrapped the child of her child in her arms. She cried long and hard, and eventually, Godric could know longer bring himself to look on. Instead he busied himself with making arrangements and listing the dead. When everyone had gathered, he once more found himself in the center of it all.
"They may come back!" he announced, loud and clear. "Go to the Hotel Carmilla. They've been alerted. Security is in place." slowly, vampire and humans a like moved past him to exit the house. Eric joined Godric, who stood still in the middle.
Sookie hesitated to leave with Bill when she saw Olivia and Isabel on the floor, easily picking up from their thoughts what had happened. She felt tears of sympathy and remorse prick behind her eyes.
"Oh no," she gasped.
"Sookie, we must go," Bill tugged at her arm.
"It was her mother, Bill," she tried to tell him. "That poor girl has lost her mother."
Bill just continued to tug. He wasn't even willing to listen to her explanation, just tried to herd her out as fast as he could. She pulled herself free of him with a glare. She needed to do something for them.
"Isabel?" Sookie gently touched the vampires shoulder, as not to alarm her. The woman looked up at her.
"Can I help somehow?" she offered.
"No, she's finally given into the shock." she shook her head, and suddenly she was picking up Olivia like a child, the girl quite and limp in her arms. All the color had drained from her face, her mascara runny from her crying and her glasses cracked and crooked on her nose. Her green eyes were dead of all emotion though silent tears continued to stream from them endlessly. Sookie took notice of her subconscious shutting itself down as she repressed what had just happened, the grief at last too much to bare. All Sookie heard from her mind was a buzz, but not a single thought or image was being produced. She had gone completely numb in every way.
"But thank you," Isabel quickly added before walking out, Olivia feather light in her arms. Godric followed and with a sad sigh so did Sookie. Eric was the very last to leave.
Many vampires had arrived at Godric's home by foot, others drove. Isabel was one of the few who had a car, needing it to transport Hugo. Godric watched as she gently placed Olivia in the back seat, buckling her seat belt for her before gently closing her door. Olivia head lulled to the side, her head resting against the glass of the window. Her eye open but not seeing. Her tears were beginning to dry, leaving a trails down her dirty face.
He had promised her mother that no harm would come to while she was with him, and he always took himself as a man of his word. So when the bomb went off, he didn't hesitate to you himself to shield her. Though he wouldn't admit it to anyone, it was also because he didn't want her to get hurt. In the short time they had spent together, he had become more than a little interested in her. He felt distressed to see her in such a state, but he understood such a loss could have many effects on a person.
Isabel glanced at him as she got behind the wheel, thick red tears staining her pale cheeks in rivers. Isabel had also suffered a great loss. Adriana had been her first and only progeny and the two had been very close. All in one night Isabel had to suffer the betrayal of the man she loved and the true death of her child. Now all Isabel and Olivia had was one another. He wondered what they would do from this point on. If Olivia could possibly recover from the trauma and shock of losing her mother so suddenly.
Isabel drove away.
Godric and Eric both decided to fly.
"Why did you protect her?" Eric asked in the sky.
"Why did you protect Miss Stackhouse?" he quickly retorted, annoyed that his child was questioning him.
"Because she is an asset to me." he answered, closing his eyes as his hair was mussed from the wind.
"Not because you have feeling for her?" Godric quirked his eyebrow.
"We do not feel." Eric said, his voice stoney.
"That, is where you wrong." he told his child, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "In fact, I believe we vampires feel too much and on a deeper level than humans. But for our own protection we suppress this truth."
Eric scoffed. How ridiculous.
"Why did you trick her into drinking your blood?" he continued to question his progeny, curious to his motives.
"As I said, she is an asset, I want to be able to sense her." he said with a straight face. "In case she finds herself in danger, which she tends to do often."
"So you want to protect her?" Eric's face twitched at the expression his maker was giving him.
"Yes, but only because it would be a great loss for me to lose such an asset." he answered, his voice controlled. Godric always knew how to push him.
"Not because you care for her romantically?" he continued to smirk knowingly.
"No. Do I want to fuck her? Yes. Would I like to taste her blood? Yes. Do I want a relationship with her? Fuck no." he practically growled, his master coming closer to seeing through him.
"You still never answered why you protected that girl," Eric turned the conversation back to him.
"I haven't had sex in the last hundred years, Eric." Godric suddenly confessed, stone faced.
"What!?" Eric couldn't believe it. Godric had loved to fuck as just as much as Eric did. There was no way he had stayed celibate for the last hundred years, no creature on earth had such restraint.
"Olivia is the first woman in a hundred years that I have wanted to touch, to caress, to take my time with." he tells his progeny. "I want to make sure she is ok."
"You sound like fucking Compton." Eric spat.
"There is a difference between seducing and romancing, and the product can be all the sweeter when you take the time to get to know your partner before going straight to fucking." he"I am not saying that I have fallen in love with her. I wonder if I am still capable of such a thing. But she does interest me, and that's enough for me too care about whether she lives or dies." he said, the Carmilla hotel coming into view.
"You've changed, Godric?" Eric said sadly.
"I'm sorry if I've disappointed you," he didn't sound very apologetic though, and that gave Eric a little hope. It meant he still didn't give a shit about what others thought.
"I'm curious though," said Godric as they began their descent down to the hotel. "How is it that Miss Stackhouse is in a relationship with a vampire, yet is unaware of what are blood can do. She should have been taught of such things already."
"I agree." said Eric landing beside Godric in front of the hotel. "It makes me question what else he isn't telling her."
Isabel arrived a moment later, helping Olivia out of the car before handing the keys to the valet. Olivia was walking now, but she was leaning against Isabel to do so. She went straight for the check in desk, giving her name and was handed the key cards to their also ordered for food, particularly Italian(It was Olivia's favorite), to be brought to their room for Olivia. When she requested a first aid kit, she was informed one could be found underneath the bathroom sink. When she was done with the counter she pulled out her phone and called her human assistant/associate, Brian, and ordered him to go to Olivia's home and pick up some of her clothes for her to be brought to the hotel and to bring a pair of extra eye glasses. If Brian was able to find Olivia's spare pair he was told to buy new ones, proceeding to tell him Olivia's prescription. He was also told to go to her own house to have clothes picked out for her and brought to the hotel. She would let the front desk know to expect him.
"Please be quick," she added before hanging up. Putting her phone back in her pocket she walked over to the Elevators. They rode up to their floor in silence, one of Isabel's arm around her shoulders, holding her in a comforting gesture that they both needed. Olivia just let herself lean against her. Isabel didn't know what to tell her. She didn't want to upset her anymore, not when she was so close to shattering to dust. She was always such a strong girl, it was the first time Isabel had ever seen her so vulnerable.
Getting to their room and entering, Isabel sits Olivia down on one of the couches, not caring that the dirt and blood on Olivia would stain the couch. Isabel gets on her knee's in front of her, pushing back the hair from Olivia's face. Just looking at her, and seeing so much of Adriana in her face, has fresh blood gathering in her eyes.
"No matter what your thinking in that beautiful mind of yours, you are not alone, you do not have to grieve by yourself." she said. "I'm here with you, I will mourn with you, and I will heal with you.
"I loved her too, Olivia" she told her, a red tear running down over the stains that already painted her face.
"We should clean ourselves up." she manages to say. "It might help a little,"
She doesn't believe that herself, but she has to try something. Taking Olivia by the elbows, her hands still covered in what had remained of her mother after her death, she helped her to her feet. They would wash them off in the sink, and then together they would shower. For Isabel, this wasn't something sexual as she lead Olivia to the bathroom and began to help her out of her dress, it was about healing. The feeling of skin on skin was something soothing, it didn't always have to be about sex. There are some woman who preferred to give birth in the nude, so that when that the baby is born the first thing they can feel is their mothers warm skin as it's cradled. Olivia was her child now, her baby, she had to take care of her and love her and help her heal.
Coming behind Olivia, her bare skin touching her back, she helped her wash her hands first, getting the more gritty pieces off. She then took off Olivia's broken glasses and placed them on the counter of the sink before they stepped into the shower together. Isabel first helped to wash Olivia's hair before her own, rinsing it out and plucking tiny pieces of debri from her hair. She had to turn Olivia to face her so that could clean her face next. She took a soft washcloth and applied a tiny drop of soap before she began to gently wipe at the girls dirty face, being careful of any cuts. When she was done she moved to put the cloth down and take the sponge for the rest of her body, but was startled when the cloth was taken from her hand and brought to her own face.
She looked at Olivia with wide, surprised eyes. No longer were her eyes dead of all emotion, instead they were now just sad. As Isabel had helped her, she returned the favor as she cleaned the bloody tears from Isabel's angular face. And even with the water running over their heads, Isabel could smell the salt of tears as Olivia began to cry again.
"Oh, my sweet girl," she said and pulled her to her naked body, letting her cool skin sooth the others heated wanted, gently easing the pain of any bruises or cuts she might have suffered from the bomb. She kissed her wet hair, and did her best not to cry herself as she consoled the sobbing girl whose arms were wrapped tight around her as she cried freely into her breasts, letting it all out once again.
After Olivia had cried her eyes out they continued to wash each other before getting out. While Olivia awkwardly dried herself off, Isabel took out the first aid kit. Letting Olivia first wrap a robe around herself before having her take a seat on top of the toilet so she could examine her. Nothing was broken thankfully, but she had some pretty bad bruises and a few scrapes that just needed a spray of neosporin and a few band aids for the smaller cuts on her legs, the one body part Godric couldn't shield. When she was done, she put the kit back and lead Olivia back out to the living room taking a seat on one of the cleaner seats. Isabel was right, some of the blood had gotten on the couch. Not wanting Olivia to have to look at it and remember, she put a towel over the stain.
She was just about to remind Olivia she had ordered food for her when a knock sounded at the hotel door. She could smell the food from the other side. Going over and opening the door she thanked the man and quickly took the trolley of food into the room and shut the door on him as she rolled the food over to Olivia.
"You should eat," she said, pouring a glass of water to accompany the meal. She expected Olivia to either stay silent and shake her head or argue that she wasn't hungry, so she was surprised when she picked up the fork and began to dig into the pasta, not even blowing on the hot food, ignoring the burn of her tongue and throat as she continued to eat. She reminded Isabel of a starving animal, barely breathing as she inhaled her food.
"You should eat too," she finally said after taking a long gulp of water. The first words she had spoken since they arrived. "I won't mind."
"Are you sure?" she asked, sitting down next to her.
Olivia only nodded her head before shoving a piece of french bread in her mouth.
"Alright." vamping over to the hotels phone, she ordered her own room service. By the time they were both done eating Brian should arrive at the hotel with their things.
It didn't take long until there was another knock on their door, and just as before Isabel answered it to an attractive man in his mid to late twenties. He smiled at her only to frown when he saw Isabel in the background. He looked to speak, but before he made a sound, Isabel had a finger pressed to his lips.
"Not a sound. Follow me." she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him before leading him into the bedroom, closing the sliding doors behind her. She stared at him impatiently for him to remove his shirt so that it would not dirty. Taking the hint, he undressed from his shirt and started to take a seat on the bed but Isabel stopped him and motioned to the sofa chair in the corner. He nodded and sat. With her vampire speed she quickly straddled him and sank her fangs into his neck, covering his mouth so that Olivia would not have to hear his moaning.
When she was done, she escorted the human out of the room and into the next, taking note that Olivia had finished all her food and her water and was now starting ahead a the wall, her fork still in her hand. She hurried to show the man out of their hotel room. After she did, she sent a quick text to Brian to see how much longer he would be. She didn't want Olivia to get cold, even though he thick robes seemed to provide a fair amount of warmth and coverage, she was sure she would feel much more comfortable in her own clothes to sleep in than the robe.
With a sigh, she went over to Olivia, gently prying the fork from her hands and wiping at a spot of sauce at the corner of her mouth that she had missed.
"You don't have to talk if you don't want to, and I don't know what else I can do to comfort you, but hold you." she said and that's what she did, held her and rocked her, and kissed her head until Brian arrived with their belongings.
I cried like a baby writing this, just so you know. I hope those of you who are enjoying the story so far will continue to wait patiently for the next chapter and continue to review, for the ones that have already submitted reviews, I thank you for the kind and encouraging words.