Another chapter! I'm so proud of myself. I really hope you guys like this one, I'm starting to get more into the main plot. A lot of things are gonna go down before that though. I've got so much planned out for this, it's just all the writing I've got to get to. Pretty sure this is my longest chapter so far. Also, sorry if it's a bit boring. I really don't want to rush into things to fast though. I promise the next chapter will be very exciting though, and after that all sorts of stuff will be happening. Anyways, rate and review. As usual suggestions or criticism are quite welcome.

~Morgan

A wide open field with rolling hills covered in tall, tan grass. The summers here were dry and hot, and nearly colorless aside from the sunsets. A bank of smooth, flat pebbles and gritty sand dropped off into a shallow stream. The sound of running water and the wind blowing through the grass and trees were the only sounds to be heard. Beyond that tree's scattered the landscape, stretching across in each direction from as far as you could see. If you looked even further there was an opening among the trees where some light managed to peak through the full branches. Orange-red rays crept through the leaves reflecting off of the waters almost sparkling. It created a beautiful scene among the wildflowers that filled the small clearing.

The place was well hidden to most unless you knew where to look. Just follow the current of the water, and it would always lead you right to that same spot. The two had found it by chance not long ago. They were just wandering around when they stumbled upon it. Since though, it had been there little secret place that no one else was allowed to know about. The two had even made a pact about it.

The children were pretty much inseparable and they had been since before either of them could remember. They had just always been a part of each others lives. Almost always they were seen together, it was strange for one to be in absence of the other. And if they were, they always knew exactly where to find the other.

A small boy with short, shaggy dark hair and an even smaller girl with auburn locks played in the tall grass and colorful petals.

"Godric!" the little girl giggled as she ran from her avoiding his grasp. After awhile of running around the pair fell back into the soft blades of dry grass that tickled and pricked at their skin. Laying back into almost cushion like confines they plucked flowers from the ground, scattering the petals all about. They were never in a hurry, they were after all only small children. So they just lay there for ever just talking about practically anything and everything that could possibly be brought up.

"Make me a promise." the miniature sized Godric said suddenly as they were watching the darkening sky.

"Hm...?" the little girl replied her gaze never once drifting from the night sky. The moon now hung low at its full and the stars filled the empty space.

"That we'll always be best friends." he told her with a wide smile.

"Don't be dumb! You'll always be my best friend. Forever!" she said with a giddy smile.

Marceline drifted in and out of consciousness; Her body was telling her to wake up, but she still felt tired. Rolling over onto her stomach she pulled her purple sheet over her head in attempt to block out the annoying light that kept her from getting back to her dreams. Sometimes she really was tempted to get her room sun proofed just to save her from the annoyance.

For some time she just lay there, a motionless lump hidden beneath her blankets. As much as she would love to go back to sleep, and as tired as she still felt, somehow she was wide awake. Not to mention the dead silence that filled the room was beginning to kill her. She needed something to occupy herself with. Kicking the warm covers off of herself Marceline was met by the cool hair nipping at her legs and feet.

"Ungh..." she groaned pushing herself up lazily. Slinging her legs over the edge of the bed the chilling wood floors were a sharp surprise to the soles of her feet. It was way too cold in their house. And that said a lot considering how hot-natured she was. It was ironic to hear considering she lived in one of the hottest states in the U.S. Just because she lived there didn't necesarrily mean she liked the heat though. It was quite the opposite actually. The summers in Dallas were just awful. They were always unbearably hot and humid year after year. You would think she would eventually get used to it, but Marceline never did.

Reaching to her nightstand she fumbled around for her glasses. Just some simple black rimmed lenses that she hardly ever even wore. Usually she always wore her contacts, but she had just woken up and felt like having a lazy day. Surprise filled her features at the sigh of some flowers. Pretty little buds and petals of purples, blues, and yellows. Oddly enough it reminded Marceline of her dream. It was strange, she remembered every single detail of it down to the sounds, the sights, tastes and touches. It was almost as if she had been their herself. Like it was a memory. That wasn't possible though. Or at least that's what she told herself. Still it was hard to deny how vivid and real that dream had felt, and the flowers. They were the same... Their shade, shape, even their scent. Was it all just a huge coincidence? What was she thinking, it had to have been.

Tired green orbs fell to her clock that sat in it's usually spot at her bedside The numbers changed right at first glance now reading '10:38'.

Forcing herself up Marceline made her way towards the bathroom sluggishly a light pit-pat echoing the room with each step. Pushing the door aside she lifting her arms over her head, stretching tired muscles. Glancing at herself in the mirror a sigh escaped her lips and she picked up her brush. She had some wild bed hair from falling asleep on it while it was still wet. That was never a good idea for her, but she'd practically passed out as soon as her head had it the pillow last night. Running the brush through her untamable, fiery locks she finally gave up, sitting the brush down in defeat. Moving along to her usual morning routine it was long before she was in the kitchen eating some lunch. She'd had woken up to early for breakfast, not that she cared much, Marceline wasn't exactly big on breakfast.

Her day had been boring and seemed as if it had had drug on for way too long and would continue forever. It hadn't taken her long at all to finish her homework and after that she didn't really have much to do. Watching t.v. or getting on the computer always ended in her getting angry or upset. Especially with the whole 'order of the sun' nonsense that had been going on. Finally though it was dragging into the evening and the sun was starting to set. It wouldn't be long before Godric woke up... Checking her phone her expression remained blank. Nothing at all, not even one message. Marceline did find it a bit strange that none of her friends had texted her even once that day, but she shrugged it off as nothing. They were probably just busy.

As usual at the darkening of the sky Godric emerged from his room already dressed for the day- er- night. He always looked presentable, never hardly leaving his room otherwise. Very rarely had even Marceline ever seen him any other way, but that was Godric for you. He was in a typical outfit of his. A low cut shirt with a slightly plunging neckline, in terms for a man at least. It showed the tribal tattoos that marked his chest. Marceline had always loved those tattoos. They were so unique to him, so Godric. Being completely honest though there was much of anything about him that Marceline didn't like.

"Morning." Marceline said with a smile.

"Good evening, Marceline." Godric replied. His voice always sounded so uncharacteristically soft and gentle towards her. He had never spoken to her in any other way, yet he could go straight from thar to being authoritative and wise.

"Sleep well?" she asked Godric from her spot on the couch gaze following him as he made is way towards her.

"I actually didn't get to sleep until late morning." he told her getting a slightly aggravated Marceline in return. The girl pursed her lips.

"You shouldn't do that." she scolded, crossing her arms.

Godric shook his head. "I can care for myself." he insisted. To most the comment would have seemed smart-alecky and a bit rude. Marceline had been around him enough to know he hadn't meant it in that matter though.

"I know, but please don't do that to yourself." Marceline said recalling the first time she had seem him with the bleeds. It actually hadn't been very long ago, probably only a little more than a year. Still she remembered the immense shock and worry she felt seeing him like that and not knowing just what was going on or what to do.

"And if you are at least wake me up." Marceline insisted.

"I wouldn't want to wake you." Godric said sitting the the chair across from where she sat.

"I really wouldn't mind, I'd prefer that you did actually..." Marceline said her voice trailing off at the end. Suddenly her thoughts were drawn back to the gift she had woken up to.

"By the way, thank you for the flowers." she added.

Godric nodded in response, his hands clasped in his lap. "You are very welcome. I thought you would like them." he replied. His expressions remained unreadable, almost blank. It always left her wondering just what he was feeling and what exactly he was thinking. Marceline always felt herself wondering about him. She wanted to know everything there was about him, good and bad. When you looked at it though considering everything there was to know she knew hardly nothing, only a small portion. It was like only reading one chapter of a novel and leaving all of the rest untouched.

"What kind are they?" Marceline asked remembering that she'd never seen them before. Besides in her dream, but that hardly counted.

"They are some wildflowers from my homeland." he said. Hearing this from him surprised her, leaving Marceline in a state of bewilderment and confusion. She had seemed to have been getting that way a lot here lately. Those flowers, the same from her dream that Godric had been in, as a child though. 'Oh gosh, Marceline, you sound off your rocker. You're finally going bat-shit crazy...' she thought to herself. It had to have all been just an unexplainable coincidence, one of those things that just happened.

Then there was the fact that he was letting her in on that piece of information however small. That itself was surprising considering he never spoke much about himself. Yet here he was being fairly straightforward about things. Then she had to consider, when you have lived as long as him how would you even know where to begin. Marceline wanted to know everything about Godric though. The good, the bad, and the in between.

"Where were you from anyways?" Marceline finally asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"I was born in Gaul, or modern day France." he told her. For once he was being open, and seemed genuinely willing to talk. It was was a strange change, but she liked it. Godric knew everything about her, well almost. Finally though he was beginning to let her in on his past. Even if it was just piece by piece like this. Marceline decided to end the questions right there though. She would hate to take advantage of his current mood and annoy him though. Leaning back on the couch she pulled her knees to her chest, hugging her legs in a comfortable ball.

Marceline was beginning not to feel so great... Sighing at the though she shook her head. She should have know she was getting sick from her unusual reaction to the cold along with her achy and tired muscles.

"There will be a gathering at the nest to night." Godric told her. That pretty much meant it would just be better to stay in her room for the night unless she needed something. There were very few vampires, much less humans even that Godric trusted her around. Plus she just felt awkward and completely out of place during those things. Especially with all of the weird looks and stares she received.