Pieces
VII.


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Mina felt weightless, the pain spread throughout her entire body; the tips of her fingers sparked at the nerve endings as she uncurled them. Her head rang and a strange ringing was buzzing in her ears, echoing cacophonously inside her skull. A soft groan left her lips, and she could feel cool, gentle fingers caressing her side which made her hiss in discomfort. The caressing stopped and soon a quiet voice swept through the ringing, "forgive me." It was such a quiet voice that the ringing had almost drowned it out. Her eyes flittered, trembling in agony as light blinded her and her head began to pound; another harsh cry left her lips before pain spread through her face. The gentle voice hushed her and she could feel soft sheets settling below her, her body sinking into cushion and relieving some pain from her aching bones. There was a gentle click and brief silence before something cold, yet warm, was pressed against her lips, "you must drink Mina, please." She knew this voice. Her eyes focused not on what was pressed against her mouth, but on the fuzzy shape behind it; Godric's face was stained in red, the blood had coagulated against his skin by now. She parted her lips as a rush of warm liquid passed her lips and pushed against the back of her throat in heavy flows. She was forced to swallow or choke, and found that it was sweet but with an almost metallic taste to it. She closed her eyes as she raised a hand to whatever was holding the liquid and squeezed it; she could feel his hand stroking her hair in a comforting fashion. He pulled back the liquid and found that the pain was slowly decreasing and retreating, "sleep Mina." She couldn't bear to open her eyes to look at him, but found herself smiling softly at his commanding tone. She followed his orders and found herself drifting into what would be a dreamless sleep.


When she opened her eyes again, she felt no more pain or discomfort other than a tingling that ran through her entire body. The light no longer blinded her and she found herself able to make out shapes and figures without them blurring; although, her head still pounded from a headache. She sat up, probably too quickly since she felt light-headed. Her hands went directly to her temples and she began rubbing them tenderly. She took in her surroundings, from the white walls to the silk blankets she laid under. She remembered everything, every detail of what happened, and could feel a shiver of fear run through her; she knew what Godric was, but didn't realize he was capable.. Another disturbing thought ran through her as well: had he killed before? Of course he did. Involuntarily or willingly however? Both? One? Her mind raced but it fell still when the door opened.

A woman who looked no older than thirty, even mid-twenties, entered the room. Mina could've mistaken her for a human if she hadn't licked her lips and revealed an unsettling, white set of perfect teeth; everything about her screamed vampire from the high-knee leather boots to the alabaster coating to her skin. Even if her skin color was darker, it had a shine to it that made her look as if she was carved from marble; she was pretty enough to have been.

"You should be thanking Godric," was the first thing she said before stepping completely into the room and shutting the door behind her, "he killed four humans to save you. Pathetic." She said quietly. The woman walked to Mina's side and Mina was frozen to the bed, feeling her heart beating against her chest in both fear and confusion. The woman threw some clothes at the teenager, and Mina had barely enough time to lift up her arms as they smacked her in the face. The woman snorted, looking over Mina as she fingered the clothing, "he bought you those clothes. You owe him your life. You owe him more in fact, he fed you his blood." Mina paled as she looked up.

"Blood?" She stuttered over her words, knowing full well that the smirk that spread over the woman's features was from the tremble. "Yes, you drank our Sheriff's blood. He saved you." The word 'sheriff' rang through her head as her headache amplified, she rubbed her temples more and barely contained a groan that was in the back of her throat. She drank blood. Blood. Godric's blood. Wasn't that illegal? Would she suddenly become an addict? Her breathing became shallow and uneven.

"Oh stop with the hyperventilating, it's a privilege he offered at all." Mina looked up at the beautiful woman with tear clouded eyes. The panic made her chest tighten and the tears roll down her cheeks in fat blobs.

"Isabel," Mina closed her eyes once again as she heard his voice, "leave us, and we will speak of this later." She heard the door quietly shut and felt the bed cave under his weight. She glanced up through her fingers and found that he was staring directly at her, looking into her eyes with too many emotions; she looked away ashamed from the fear that rose from the bloody image that flashed through her head. Unexpectedly, he reached out to push hair behind her ear and she flinched away; his hand froze mid-air and his hand curled into a fist before retreating to his lap.

"I'm sorry."

His voice was monotonic, but she knew better. She breathed deeply before looking up with sad eyes, "you killed them."

"They would've done the same to you, worse if I hadn't showed up." A shiver of displeasure ran down the length of her spine before settling uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach. She could feel the hands pinning her wrists down and she could still hear the vicious voices raining down on her; bile rose in her mouth, but she swallowed it back. She hardly noticed that her own hand encapsulated her other wrist and was clutching it in a tight grip. The silence was unbearable, "thank you." She could hear a heavy breath leave his parted lips and watched as his cerulean green eyes looked calculating at her; nothing was said as he moved closer to her, or even when his own hands engulfed her own and tugged her forward. Her face was pressed against his hard chest and his hand ran over the blood covered, bile strewn tresses. A broken sob left her throat, but he quickly hushed her. More silence passed between them before she sniffled and gazed up at him.

"You fed me your blood."

"Yes." At least he didn't try to deny it.

"Am I going to become an addict?" A quiet chuckle reverberated through his chest as his hand stilled, "no. It has only healed your injuries; however, there are side-effects." She pulled herself backwards, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand, "side effects?" Her eyes looked at his clothes and face; he had showered. "We are ... connected. Bonded. I can sense you, feel your emotions - that's how I knew that Isabel had upset you," Mina looked him with an unreadable face before he continued, "you will dream of me."

"Dream?" She questioned.

"The dreams are usually of the ... sexual nature. Increase in your libido, but do not fret. When my blood starts to wear off so will the side effects. Most of the side effects." The information was over-whelming, but she could feel herself flushed red, embarrassed beyond her wildest dreams; he could feel her now.

"You are embarrassed, don't worry Mina. I know this feels like an invasion of privacy, but I will not announce your feelings. They are your own."

"You just did." She said unsteadily, almost teasingly before she rubbed her arm, "are there any other side effects that I should know about?" Godric seemed to contemplate her question, his eyebrows knitted together and his mouth formed a straight line.

"You will have heightened senses: hearing, eye sight, and otherwise," Mina nodded her head and let Godric continue, "to others, you will become more beautiful. Like a glow to your skin." Mina turned redder than she was before, her fingers ran through her tangled tresses and felt the grime between them. "Even more beautiful than you already are." She stiffened at the compliment but mouthed a quiet 'thank you' to him.

All seemed quiet until Mina spoke once again: "Godric, what's a sheriff?"

Godric seemed to stiffen, even more so, but ignored her question, "you should shower. You are still ... bloody." Mina felt a sudden guilt in her stomach because she was laying in clean, silk sheets as she was dirty. She felt guilt for the sudden image of the dead bodies that flashed through her head, and lastly she felt anger. Anger at the men, anger at the death, and mostly, anger at herself, "no need." Was the only words he spoke, and she knew what he meant. He led her to the connecting bathroom which had to be bigger than her room back at the orphanage; her mouth was agape and eyes wide at the pearlescent white surrounding her.

"Take your time, I instructed Isabel to bring in some hygiene products earlier, they should be in the shower. Use any of the towels hanging." When he left, he closed the door behind him and she went over to lock it, which she thought was stupid; if a vampire wanted to get into the bathroom they just needed to rip it off the hinges. She turned around, looking at herself in the mirror now. Dried blood covered her face, mostly at her nose and mouth and at her temples; blood drenched her clothes and streams of it had run down her throat and chest.

She stripped off her clothes, looking at the ribs that were tightly pressed against her skin and her hip bones which seemed to be protruding more. She stood there for what seemed like hours, her eyes just scanning over her body; from her sharp collar-bone, to the swell of her breasts, the small of her waist, and the roundness of her hips. She turned on her heel and entered the large shower, which seemed more of a steam room than an actual shower (you could easily fit six people in there comfortably,) and turned on the scalding, hot water.


Wiping the steam from the mirror, her reflection stared back at her with a solemn gaze. She pulled the white bra on, which surprisingly was the right size, and slid on the matching pair of underwear before slipping the black and white, bow-dress over her head; she watched as it ended a good four inches above her knee. Her wet, curly locks sat limply against her shoulders before she left the bathroom. She barely noticed Godric sitting in an arm-chair beside the bed until she sat down and turned, giving a startled cry.

"I'm glad everything fits." He said hesitantly, eyes going from her wet hair to her cloudy eyes; there was no doubt in her mind he had heard her crying in the shower. She gave him her thanks, bowing her head in embarrassment as she was startled once again. In lightning speed, he had gone into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and had sat behind her; he began to dry her hair.

A comfortable silence fell between them.

"I'm sorry." She said finally as the towel was wrapped around her shoulders.

"No," she stiffened, "I am. There could've been other ways, but I killed them. Not just killed them, but I," he stopped and breathed out, "I did brutal things to them. Anger clouded my vision, all I saw was red. I apologize, profusely." She couldn't see his face, but imagined his face lapsing into a soft, sad one; his eyebrows would be pushed together and his eyes would be narrowed, a frown relapsed his usual line. There would be no dimples showing, but instead wrinkles on his forehead. She weighed her options and thought carefully before slowly turning around, her legs tucked themselves underneath her butt.

He looked at her and she looked at him before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close to him; he stiffened at the contact, his nose digging into the crease of her neck and her pulse throbbed against her skin. He let out a shaky laugh, his hands resting on her hips and pulled her flush against him. He buried his nose into her neck, his lips pressed unknowingly against her skin, and hers against his ear, "don't feel guilty. You saved me, thank you. A thousand times, thank you." She pulled back slightly, placing her lips against his cheek in a warm kiss. She sat back down, her cheeks mulling over in red and Godric looked at her indifferently, but a smile placed softly on his lips.

"Are you hungry?" Just as he asked a low rumble came from her stomach, "I see." He laughed and embarrassment suffocated her as she turned bright red as she clutched her stomach, "come, I will see to it that you have something delicious to eat." He offered his hand to her and she gladly took it.


She picked at the salad with disinterest as she felt the heated gazes of the three vampires in the room. Of course there was Isabel and Godric, but now a man named Stan had joined them and she could feel the intense glare against her back; all three spoke in hushed voices, in some other language she didn't know, and suddenly Godric spoke to her, "we've agreed that'd it be best if you stayed here for a few days; those men were allied with a group known as the Fellowship of the Sun, have you heard of them?" She spun around on the stool, tucking a piece of curled hair behind her ear before nodding, "they come back sometimes looking for recruits at the orphanage, I've never been fond of them."

"Is that suppose to impress us?" Stan asked, Isabel elbowed him and hissed something at him before turning her attentions on the human girl. Godric nodded, "they must've seen us together; I am a well known vampire Mina, these men ... and women mean business. They condemn both vampire sympathizers and neutrals. I am sorry." Mina shook her head, "don't apologize, we both mutually wanted friendship. I'm sorry I wasn't more careful."

"Better be." Stan hissed under his breath.

"Stanley, leave us." Godric commanded, turning to his nest mate with a stoic face; it was unreadable to Mina. Isabel and her watched as Stan stormed out of the room. Godric had explained what a Sheriff was and why it was so important in a vampric community, it was simple enough: he was a leader, both political and moral. Isabel stood beside him, her eyes softer than what they were like earlier which Mina knew had something to do with the fact that Godric had scolded her.

"But the orphanage - "

"Isabel already went over and," he looked over at Isabel and she nodded, "she glamoured the Sisters." Mina put her fork down, looking at Godric with confusion written on her face, "whats a glamour?" Isabel stifled a laughter behind a snort. Mina raised an eyebrow at her, her eyes darting to meet Godric's.

"It is when we .. rewrite reality, or memories." Mina stiffened once again, looking torn between confusion and anger. Her eyes softened and she picked at the fabric of the dress, eyes darting between the contrast of her milky, white legs and the darkness of the dress. Godric stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder with concern in his eyes, "it was for the best Mina, I deeply apologize however. If there was another option I would've picked it." Mina nodded her head, her eyes still not meeting Godric. There was so much she didn't know about vampires, even less that she knew about Godric. "Please do not feel distraught," Godric's fingers grabbed her chin gently, stroking the side of her cheek with his thumb as her eyes met his, "they were not hurt, as they say ignorance is bliss." Biting her lip, Mina looked into Godric's eyes and saw nothing but sorrow and a pleading, for forgiveness.

"Alright." It was quiet, but both vampires heard it and Godric smiled softly. Isabel looked taken back at the scene in front of her, narrowing her eyes and frowning, "this has been the first time I have seen you smile like that in years." Mina barely caught it and watched as Godric's face became stoic once again, his hand falling from her face and to his side. Godric turned away from Mina and, what sounded like, gave Isabel orders in a different language. Mina turned back to her salad and picked at the limp lettuce.


Godric and Isabel turned in for the day when 'they felt the sun pull' as Godric said, Mina wanted to know what that meant but before she had a chance to ask they were already gone. He had instructed her to go sleep back in the room she woke up in when she was ready to sleep for the night, but that was all the instruction she received. As of now, she sat in front of the television watching one of her favorite shows Sleeping Beauty, even if it was a silly cartoon she enjoyed it nonetheless. As soon as the movie was nearing the end, she felt her eyes slowly flutter shut and her last thought was of Mother Laurel and the Sisters.