She stared back at him.

"I don't know what to say, or how to start."

He chuckled, as much as someone like him could.

"That's a first," he said. He took a step closer. "I haven't seen you in a quite a while. Or maybe I have. It's impossible to know."

"That can't be a good sign."

"It took me quite a long time to put together the pieces. It was when I heard your heartbeat, and saw your eyes, just now, that everything seemed to click."

"How much of it?"

"I have two thousand years worth of memories. It's hard to fully comprehend each of them. But images are there, some faint, faint feelings of things long forgotten. What are you doing here, my angel?"

Not knowing what to say, she deflected. "I'm a parishioner here."

He didn't respond. Just gave her a cold stare that she couldn't possibly combat.

She broke down and sank to the floor. "I don't know. I don't know what you think of me, but I have no fucking clue what I'm doing?"

"Who are you?" He inquired.

"Why are you not angry?" Elisa shouted back. "I've been meddling with you, stalking you, over two thousand years and here you are, toying with me!"

"I thought for the longest time you were being reborn over and over in an attempt to punish me," he responded. "I still wonder if that's true."

"I'm not punishing you."

"You have every right to. I left you for dead a million times, I'm sure."

"Stop!" Elisa shouted. "I need to-I need a minute."

She stood up and paced about the room. Godric's eyes followed her back and forth. She looked at him, how cold and resigned and tired he looked. This was her last chance. And she would fail, just like she always had.

"You need to feed."

"I do not, and I will not. Not from you. Not again."

"You want answers, don't you? You want closure? I'll give it to you. I just need you help."

When he didn't respond she shrieked in frustration, and left the room.

Godric watched the girl leave. How peculiar, he thought, that his angel would find him this close to death. Truth be told he still thought it was a hallucination, or even some otherworldly figure here to guide him to his true death. He tried to remember more of her. He looks always changed. The only trait he was able to trace and pick out of her memory every time was her eyes. Even so, it was difficult to place her. He just knew her. But he couldn't identify how. Perhaps that familiarity is what drew him to her all those years.

To his dismay, she didn't leave like he had hoped. He smelled her fresh blood as she approached him with her wrist cut open and a rough piece of metal she had found in the basement.

"Why have you-"

"I'm not fool, Godric," she responded, obviously in pain. "I've been watching you. You drink this, your saliva will close it right up. If not, I bleed out and die here. But I'm not leaving."

He didn't respond.

"You've feed from me before! Why won't you just-please! Please just help me!"

She shoved her wrist between the bars. Godric swiftly grabbed it and flipped it over so he could see it.

"Why must you keep doing this to me, my angel?" He asked, eyes sad.

"No. No, no no! Do not!" She responded. "Please. Just help me. Please help me and drink."

Godric gave her a long look. "This is what you want?"

"It's a start."

Godric sighed and lifted her wrist to his mouth.

"It only hurts if you want it to." Spun her and backed her into a corner, picking her up by her bottom and placing her on a whiskey barrel. He placed his hands over her thighs, trapping her there. "Or if I want it to. And I don't want it to hurt, and you don't want it to hurt. Truth be told I can make your last moments the most pleasurable and euphoric moments in the world. All for a very small price."

At the memory, Godric changed his tactic, deciding to give her the euphoria he promised her long ago. She moaned in front of him. After he took his fill, he bit his tongue and licked her wrist, kissing it when he finished.

"Why did you do that?" She asked.

"I remembered promising that to you," he responded. "Norma. Pretty name."

"Fake name," she responded, catching her breathe from that sensory overload. "Thank you."

"You're filling in my memories. Ones I've been struggling very hard to remember. Ones I'm sure I tried very hard to forget. What are you doing here?"

He held a grip on her wrist, commanding authority and demanding her submission.

"I need to ask you why you let the Fellowship of the Sun take you."

She knew what answer she was going to get, but she had to try.

Godric didn't respond for a moment.

"If my recent memory serves me, you can be glamoured."

Her eyes widened and she tried to pull away, but his grip on her wrist remained. She struggled and begged him, but kept her eyes closed.

"You will not glamour me away!" She shouted back at him. I won't let you."

"You have to open your eyes eventually."

"No! Stop! Please!"

Then, suddenly, the sound of a slamming door. Gabe.

"Elisa? Get your hands off her." Gabe charged and grabbed her. Godric let go of his grip.

Elisa had to think quickly, then. If Gabe pulled her away Godric would be punished and she would never have access to him again.

"Why are you down here?"

"I came to see him!" She shouted back. "You have no right to keep a vampire down here! He has done nothing to you! And when I leave I am going to tell everyone what you are doing down here!" She shouted like a zealot, proclaiming values of social justice.

She knew Gabe was vengeful, viewed himself like a God or a Judge capably of doling out his forms of justice.

"You're not going anywhere? You like fangers so much?" Gabe threw a big arm tightly around her as she falsely tried to escape. He dug keys out of his pockets and unlocked the cell door. He threw her in. She fell to the ground and he slams it shut.

"You better hope the Reverend doesn't here about this!" She shouted after him.

"I'll see you in the morning. If you last that long." He turned around and left, chuckling as he went. Godric looked at the girl who lay on the ground, a pleased smirk on her face.

"I told you I'm no fool."