A sight of Light: Stay Close

A/N: Hi Everybody! It took me a while but here is chapter 4! WOOOHOOO! My story is now lining up with our first official Godric appearance! So anyways this chapter is longer than I normally expected. It could be considered a slight filler but I'll let you be the judge of that. Again I want to say thanks from the bottom of my heart to all of those who have fave, followed, reviewed or simply read this story.

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Chapter 4: Questions and Troubles

Godric's P.O.V.

"You can ask me anything you may like." Mark said and remained silent waiting for me to start.

I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive as I now knew that he could probably feel everything I was feeling.

"You don't have to worry. I can't influence your emotions. I can only feel them. I know you rather not show them but please don't hide that part of you from me." He said and I could hear some of the sorrow in his voice.

I took in a deep breath. I was not one to let others in. In the last century I slowly cut myself off from others; I even let myself drift away from my own child. Now, however, I felt like I could trust this human with some part of my existence as I slowly let the barricade of my emotions down.

I sat down next to him and thought about what he had told me. After a couple of minutes I began to talk.

"You say your ancestors are older than my species; yet you never told me who your ancestors were." I asked eyeing him with what I knew was curiosity in my eyes. It was more emotion than I was used to showing and I would have lied if I said that it didn't make me feel out of my element.

He looked over at me and gave me a knowing smile. "They had been given many names over the centuries. However I think the most popular name for my ancestral race is the Fae."

He looked me over expectantly waiting to see what my reaction was. It took me less than a second to for me to realize what he had just said.

"You're a fairy?" I asked him intently.

He seemed to lower his head and slightly roll his eyes chuckling a little at the statement. He looked back at me and I saw the receding light of the humor that was in his eyes.

"No. I am the product of when their species fell in love and started to reproduce with humans. Since then the genealogy of those who are descendant of these half fae children always have the potential to wield certain gifts from the 'light' that is in our being." Mark said with a calm look over his face.

I couldn't help but remember the different stories that those who were older than me, most which are no longer around, would say about the fair folk as they used to call them. Their beauty surpassed those of our own, their aroma was said to drives us to insanity. How they could harm us with their light and yet still whisper to us everything that we may want until they could drove us crazy with lust.

Suddenly everything of what he was made sense to me. I understood why his blood was more appealing than that of a regular human, and how he could say the right things to calm me down. I then realized that if my captors would have waited two more days before they threw him in my cell there was no way I could have resisted his blood. And that fact practically tore at my cold heart.

I looked over at Mark's face and I saw him looking at me with nothing but kindness and patience in his eyes. I couldn't help but to smile to myself, even though I wouldn't let him see, at how comfortable he was around a monster such as myself.

His seemed to grow even more tender at what most have been him reading (or was it feeling?) my emotions. I couldn't help but let a small smile escape my guard and his eyes only seemed to grow brighter at the sight of it.

"You know you still have at least four more questions." Mark said in a teasing manner.

I couldn't help to chuckle and simply said the next thing that came to mind.

"How old are you?" I asked.

He seemed to think about it for a second. "I'm 25 years old."

This surprised me. He barely looked older than I was when I was turned.

"Being a healer makes me appear younger than what I am… I haven't aged since I turned 17. Healers also seemed to have a very extended life period… Practically undefined… That leaves three more questions you know?" Mark said cheerily.

Again I let a couple seconds passed so I could commit all these facts to my memory. He knew so much about what he was and it somehow intrigued me. I knew which question I was to ask next.

"How do you know so much about what you are? I have been around this earth long enough to know there isn't many of your kind around." I said.

He looked thoughtful for a minute. "I guess I must tell you about my life… Something I don't normally do," He said while looking at me with a small sad smile on his lips. "But considering that at least you will make it out of here alive" He said with a determination that made me frown. "I guess I better let somebody know my past."

Mark took a deep breath and I patiently waited for him to begin. I felt myself strangely content in knowing something about him.

"I was the second child born to Hayley and Kevin Riverun. My brother was 4 years older than me; his name is Matthew; and yes they used to call us M&M. We were inseparable through all of our lives." Mark said with fondness and a smile. "He was a dormant, and so was my mother. I know she was hoping for me to be like them, to not inherit the family blessing but unfortunately for her, I did. They found out that I had been given a super natural gift when I was three years old. I would get overly upset when the feelings of those around me were dark. When others were angry, sad, vengeful, or any other emotion like that would simply just push me to the edge, making me cause a scene and cry. My father would always be furious whenever I would throw a fit like those and my mother always tried to appease him while my brother would try to comfort me in anyway possible. It didn't always work…" I tensed up as he said those words. They rattled my whole being; knowing that somebody would hurt a child, especially the one that was in front of me.

Mark must have felt my emotions because he gave me a small smile. "It wasn't all bad" he continued, "My brother was always there for me and my mother always made sure his wrath wasn't as bad as it could be. Two years later, when I was five and my brother was nine I met my grandfather for the first time. He was a warrior; A telepath. My mom tried to keep him away from us, keep away the supernatural heritage, but she knew that he was the only one that could help me. He was so happy to meet me; he already knew Matt having met him twice before; but now there was me; the one with the gift that was going to unite his family once again."

I couldn't help but to feel like I was reliving Mark's memories with him. Even though I knew this was the condense version of it I felt almost as if I were there with him.

"He took me, mom and Matt out to the middle of nowhere to camp out one weekend and then proceeded to explained to me and Matt what he was, what my mom and Matt were and what I was." Mark chuckled. "I remember my life finally making sense at his words, how my mom stressed and pale, and my brother's excitement through the whole ordeal. He explained to me that healers were very rare, and that even though we were different he would teach how to control and master my powers.

"Ever since then my grandpa would have me and Matt go down to his house for one weekend every month. My grandfather would teach us about our heritage and about the rest of the supernatural world. He would always put me through rigorous training that would have seemed cruel to others around me. Matt, however, loved coming to see me do what he called my 'light tricks' and would motivate and help me the best way he could. Honestly if it wasn't for him I probably wouldn't have gotten as far as I did so quickly." He again said this with fondness and I remember him saying that he was here because he was protecting his brother. He must have really loved Matt to put himself through such an ordeal.

When Mark talked again his voice was much somber. "When I finally master all of my abilities at the age of ten both my mother and my grandfather died in a car accident. My mother was finally able to make peace with our supernatural role and they were out having a father daughter date. Everything went downhill after their death. My father started to drink and would beat me often. He never hurt my brother though, only me. My brother tried many times to interfere but he was only pushed him aside and continue to assault me. I try not to heal myself but my body still healed quicker than that of normal; and that only angered my father even more. When my brother was 18 my father kicked him out and told him never to come back. My brother tried to take me with him but my father didn't allow it. Matt promised me that he would come back and that was what kept me alive for two years while my father kept beating me every other week. Exactly two years after Matt's exile he came back. He knocked on my door late at night and I rushed to open it, trying to not let the noise wake up my father who was passed out drunk in a couch. When I saw him there at my door step two things were apparent to me. The first was that he and his companion were not human, and the second that I was so happy to see him. I jumped into his waiting arms and hugged him with strength that I know if he were still human he would have had bruises in the next couple of days. I felt from his emotions that his was equally as happy to see me and that he was trying to be as careful as possible not to hurt me. After a while I finally let go of him and took note of his companion. Her name was Lacey, as I found out later on, and she was beautiful; blonde, with blue eyes and pale as the hidden moon. She smiled at and gave me a hug saying that she heard so much about me and that it was nice to finally meet me. I ran away from my father that night. And the three of us lived happily for many years…"

Mark stopped talking and I was left there just staring at him. I could have never guessed that a being so innocent and pure as him could have gone through so much pain and darkness and still be able to come out of it all with a smile and willingness to trust others. To trust even a monster like me with his story.

All I could do was stare at him. I was Godric, one of the oldest vampires to still roam the earth. Sheriff of my district and had influence over the vampire realm itself. Yet here I stood simply staring at a boy that made me feel ashamed of my own pitiful feelings. He looked up at me and I saw the tears rolling down his face and it simply broke my cold heart.

"They're dead now…" Mark said more tears spilling down his cheeks. "I tried to save them by staying here but they killed them anyway… I have nothing to go back to now… They have taken everything from me…"

As he cried I walked to where he was sitting and I wrapped my arms around him. It was as if my body was doing this on its own; I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted to. He leaned into me, pressing his head in the crook of my neck and wrapped his own arms around me and he started to cry even harder. I could tell he needed someone at this moment and every tear that fell from his eyes and onto my skin both brook and strangely soothed my heart. He had been holding this back for too long and he needed to finally let it go. By the time he had finally calmed down it was night time. He looked up at me, his eyes still red and puffy and gave me a small smile.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to put all of this on you…" he said smiling apologetically.

"It is no trouble at all Mark…" I said easily still holding him in my arms.

I saw him looking at me and I guess he was feeling for the sincerity behind my words. He smiled again and rested his head on my shoulder. It was then that I realized that during the time he was crying we had moved so that he was now sitting in my lap and that I still had my arms loosely around him.

This realization shocked me. And I couldn't help but to roll my eyes, internally of course, at myself. He was I, an ancient and powerful vampire that was once again put out of his character by a human. And yet… I truly didn't mind… it was if somehow I trusted Mark with a part of me that I didn't know I still had…

I was pulled out of my thoughts when all of a sudden Mark pulled back and looked at one of the walls.

"We're not he only prisoners…" he said in a whisper slightly leaning towards the direction of the wall where he must've sense the other prisoner or prisoners. "They're human… One male one female… Something is not right though…" He said almost to himself.

I started to listen when he mentioned the others that were on the other side of the wall. And he was right. I could hear two voices. They seemed to be arguing and all of a sudden a door opened and a third person started shouting.

All of the sudden Mark jumped from my lap with fear in his eyes.

"Godric we have to stop him!" He practically shouted at me and turned to me with extreme fear in his eyes, masking away the light that I always seemed to find there. "Please we can't let him…!" He stopped mid-sentence.

I heard from the other room that the female was screaming in fear. I stood up and looked at the silver bars of our cell. I could try to break them but it would make me too weak to actually help for a while.

"I'll help just promise you will stop him!" Mar said standing right behind me.

I simply looked over my shoulder and gave him a small nod. He put both of his hands on my back and closed his eyes. I felt the warmth and relief of what I knew was his light.

"Now! Go!" Mark commanded.

It took me no time to bend the silver bar in order to create a gap large enough for me and Mark to go pass in between two of them. I was instantly out of the cell and racing towards the voice of the still screaming female. I knew I left Mark behind but I know it would only take him half a minute to catch up. Less than five seconds later I was in another room with another cell, which was open, that in which one man laid unconscious and another one was trying to forcefully undress a blonde who was struggling against him. It took me no time at all to pry him off of her and hold him in the air by the neck.

I recognized the man as one of the two who brought in Mark to my cell all bloodied and broken. I stared at him and saw the fear in his eyes and how he futilely tried to loosen my grip with his hand.

"Godric?" I turned to the blonde who was staring at me in wonder and for a second I wondered how she knew me. That was until her eyes wondered to the door where Mark now stood.

He was slightly out of breath but I saw his eyes fill up with relief at the scene in front of him. His brown eyes, however, filled with fear, anger and hate as he saw who it was that I was still holding in the air.

I heard the blonde gasped behind me and I saw as Mark's and hey eyes connected for a second. I looked over to the blonde who was pale and with her mouth open and fear and sorrow in her eyes. I looked back at Mark who seemed to be at the verge of tears with a pained and apologetic look on his face.

During their small non-verbal exchange I realized that I had lowered the man whose throat I was still clutching and he must have misread that and the way Mark and the blonde were looking at each other.

"Don't worry sweetheart." Said the man looking at Mark, "nobody can replace what you and I had"

It took no time to realize what he was saying and before I even truly thought about it I snapped his neck.

A/N: So here you go! I hope you enjoyed!

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