A/N: Well, here I am. =) School kicked up again and I'm doing fine in calculus now. I'm excited. Haha. I don't really like math, but I feel good about this semester. So with this good feeling, I post another chapter. This one is full of time changes. So keep on your toes! I liked writing this too. Enjoy! Hope you like it!

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UPDATE 03/29/10: Same deal here. I changed the Swedish parts so that I don't sound like a retard. =) Nine's on the way! Don't worry about it.


"Godric are these your..." The vampire looked at where the girl was pointing – to a chain around his neck. He picked it up and stared at it with a fond smile.

"These were my fangs." She looked at him, wide-eyed.

"Your fangs? But you have...what?" Godric laughed and inched closer to the human girl.

"When a creature such as myself does something bad – very, very, very bad – we have to get punished. Some of us get locked up in boxes for years at a time, other times we are killed, but for something more minor we just get our fangs pulled out. They grow back."

"So there are more of you." Camilla looked at her companion and smiled. "What are you called?"

"Vampires. We're called vampires." She reached out and fingered the fangs hanging around his neck.

"Why do you keep them?" Godric inhaled and caught her scent – rain and sun.

"To remind myself of who and what I am." Camilla stared into his eyes.

"Do you think that you are a bad person?" Godric nearly laughed.

"I am hardly a person. I am a monster. I have to feed on the helpless and innocent, I will not die or age, I will watch countless numbers of people lose their lives. There is nothing good in me, Camilla." She stared at him, incredulously. "What? You beg to differ?"

"Yes I do." She looked at him earnestly. "Godric, listen to me. If not for you I would have been left for dead. If Ansgar had not gotten me, I am sure I would have died anyway. I had nothing left to live for – nothing else to prove. My father died, my best friend gone, and I was a slave to a man who wanted me to die. You saved me, Godric. Twice! And you did not even know me. You are not a monster; you can feel! You have emotions while monsters do not. You are good, I promise you. Sure, your circumstances are a little different, but that hardly makes you a monster. There are worse, Godric. Believe me." She grabbed his hand and he leaned in, his breath grazing her lips. He looked into her eyes.

"I will." He brought her hand and rested it against his cold cheek. "You are what I live for, my heart. That is what I promise you."


"Camilla..." She looked up and her eyes widened. She hurried towards her vampire.

"Godric...what is going on?" Her gaze looked over the man. His shirt was missing and blood ran down his chest from his mouth. He looked in pain.

"They tried to...and they..." She silenced him and led him to the wooden bench. Grabbing a rag and water basin she sat beside him, wiping away all the blood.

"The humans, when I was feeding, they came in. They saw. They tried to kill me." Camilla looked at him as if he were mad.

"That's impossible."

"I am not invincible, min hjärtan. I can die. They were armed with wooden spears."

"So you mean to tell me, you have the strength of at least a thousand men, speed that is too fast for the eye to see, the ability to control a human, and kill within moments, but you will die by a wooden stick." She rung out the cloth and hung it over the basin – there was no salvaging it now, it was stained with blood.

"Yes, that and the sun." Godric grabbed the girl's hand. "The humans, they know. They will search. Their leader knows of my kind. He knows our weaknesses. They will find us and I am not sure if I can protect you. They have the power of the day. Camilla, we must leave. You are not safe here."

Camilla sighed and sent a weary smile to the vampire. "If you say so, then I believe you."


They were lying in bed, his cold chest against her back. He breathed in the scent of her hair. "Camilla..."

"Yes?" She turned to face him, twisting her fingers in his hair. It grew a little past his ears and fell over his forehead – nearly touching his eyes.

"There is something I need to tell you." She nodded. "There was a war tonight." She picked up an eyebrow, not really sure of what he was getting at. "They've been fighting for days. There was a soldier on the field – he was magnificent." Camilla grinned and Godric snorted at her. "No, Camilla. I am not attracted to men. I was just saying that I want to turn him." The girl gasped, wide-eyed in wonder.

"So he will become one of you." She stated in awe. Turning someone into a vampire was not something she could completely grasp. She didn't understand what it took, how it happened, or why. But what it did do to her was send her into fits of amazement.

"I will have to see. I want to turn him, but I'll only do it if he's willing." Godric looked down at his human companion and chuckled at the look her face held. He leaned down, gently placing his lips on hers.

"How considerate of you." He loved the feel of her breathing against him. An action he had long forgotten and had no need for. It made him aware of her life and fragility. "But something else bothers you. What is it?"

Godric closed his eyes to calm himself. The woman always knew that something else was on the tip of his tongue. She always knew if something else bothered him. "I've seen it done before and the newly turned vampires are challenging. They are hard to control and kill on a whim because they cannot control it." He looked in her eyes seriously. "I know that I cannot protect you completely from a newly turned vampire. I have never turned anyone before. I am dealing with a dangerous decision. Their strength fluctuates; their senses and instincts take over their sensibility. And-"

She put a finger on his lips. "And I should not be here. Is that what you're saying?" Godric gave her a strained look – stuck. She chuckled. "I understand. I can make my life in France. After all, it is not that far from here." She kept her gaze away from Godric – trying to hide the fact that she was not all right with this.

"What bothers you?" He held her chin and forced her to look in his direction.

"To be far from you is something a little hard to imagine." She inhaled nervously.

"I cannot promise you that I will see you soon. I know it takes long to calm a new vampire. I cannot promise that I will be with you in a year or two. I cannot promise you much. But I can promise you this." He brushed her hair behind her ears. He reached behind his neck and unclasped the chain around his neck. He clasped it around her neck. "Never take this off. I promise you that I will see you again. I promise that I will never forget you. I promise that one day we will be together again and I will never leave your side. That is what I can give you."

Camilla gave him a small smile and fingered fangs around her neck. "And in return, I promise you that I will wait – however, I cannot guarantee that I will be patient." Godric pulled the human closer to him. He chuckled and rubbed his nose into her hair.

"How about right now, we promise to make mind-blowing love until the sun comes up."

Godric reached over and blew out the candle.


His green eyes looked down at his human lover and sighed contentedly. Stroking her hair, he thought about the endless amounts of happiness she had brought him. His heart, that no longer beat, ached at the thought of leaving her for many long years. He knew that by the time his progeny would be ready to meet the most important human to him, she would be old and fragile. He kissed her, rousing her from her sleep. Her eyes blinked open.

"You are my life, my heart, my love, my forever."

"So are you." She whispered back.

"You'll never forget, promise me?" He spun a lock of her black hair around his fingers and pressed it against his lips.

"I promise." She took the pinky finger of his other hand and locked it around hers. The pair looked at their interlocked fingers and laughed at their actions.

"I promise."


"There is something I need to do, Eric." The blonde vampire looked to his maker, sitting in front of the fireplace.

"Would you like me to come with you?" Godric smiled at his progeny; it had taken fifty long years, but the man was now a fairly calm vampire. He shook his head and told him to stay.

"It's something I want to take care of on my own." Godric walked through the door quickly, knowing that Eric would stay at home. He pulled out a worn letter from his pockets and read over it – even though he had long since memorized it.

Godric,

France. You know where.

Love always,

Camilla.


Godric stood in front of a palace-like home. He knew it was hers, or at least the home of someone in her family. The double doors loomed in front of him. Godric was unsure; it had been fifty years after all. She would be well over seventy, but he just wanted to see her eyes. He wasn't even sure she was still alive; life expectancy wasn't very high. He pulled the bell.

It opened.

But it wasn't her.

"Bon soir, monsieur." Godric nodded – he smiled nervously. French? He was no good with French.

"Er...mademoiselle – Madame Camilla?" He looked at the blonde servant helplessly, but she giggled in response.

"You mean to ask for Mademoiselle Camilla?" She laughed again when he nodded, his look of relief when she spoke in English. "Oui, she is here." She moved out of Godric's way so he could step in.

"I-uh it is inappropriate in my opinion to enter a woman's abode so late in the evening without being invited in." He stared the girl straight in the eyes and glamoured her. She nodded numbly and invited him in. He stepped in, admiring the home.

"Mademoiselle is feeling ill this evening. She has been in bed all day." Godric followed the girl down several staircases and hallways – the home was so lavish. "But she has allowed any visitors."

Godric's resolve broke a little when she mentioned that Camilla was ill. He knew that he was too late; she was old and fragile. He held in a sigh as the servant motioned to a door. "Merci."

She shook her head; her blonde curls swaying slightly. "It was my pleasure. Mademoiselle rarely receives such gentlemanly visitors. I will take my leave and return home now, monsieur."

Godric watched her hurry down the hall and out of the home. He lingered several moments outside the door, hesitating. He finally took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Manette, I already told you I am fine." Godric stopped mid-step. It was her. He felt a shiver run down his spine when she heard her laugh. "Manette...?" Godric's eyes darted over to the four-poster bed where the curtains were opening. "Oh my..."

Out stepped what Godric thought was impossible.

Camilla.

Standing tall.

Still young.

Godric's eyes widened. "Camilla...?"

"Godric!" The dark haired girl placed a tiny hand over her mouth. "Trés impossible!" He felt his feet moving on their own and suddenly he was standing before her. He felt tears building up – tears of joy – but he held them back. Tears of blood were fairly unattractive in his opinion.

"How? Is this really you? Camilla?" He held onto her upper arms gently as he tried to grasp what was going on.

"I am your life, your heart, your love, your forever." She brushed her fingers across his cheek. "I have not forgotten – I never allowed myself to."

"How...?" Godric was ecstatic his heart literally jumping out of his chest – even if it hadn't beat in years.

"I guess I am just a little different. Just like you." He picked her up and spun her around before placing her on her bed.

"Now where were we when we last left off?" He grinned at her mischievously as he placed himself over her, his fingers already on his shirt buttons.

Godric reached over and blew out the candle.


"Godric, why me?" He looked down at the woman who had captured his eye so many years ago.

"I don't know." His gaze was far off, contemplating. "I honestly don't know."

"So it's a regular thing for vampires to save helpless girls they've never met?" Godric chuckled and shook his head no. He pointed to his stomach.

"Gut feeling." She looked at him with a smile on her lips. "The night you and your village came to Fritjof's, I was just passing by. You were around thirteen then. You and your friend." She raised an eyebrow in question. "As soon as I saw you I knew that you were the one I wanted." Godric sighed at the thought and Camilla knew he was telling the truth. He was a very careful man; picking and choosing his victims cautiously. Even when wanting to turn someone, he was very cautious. Turning someone…the man from the war fifty years ago!

"The man fifty years ago – did you turn him?" She looked up at him eagerly and he nodded.

"Yes, yes I did." Godric resisted the urge to laugh at his lover's eagerness but held her hand instead.

"May I meet him?"

"Not yet, min liv." She frowned slightly, but it was quickly replaced with a grin. Godric rose his eyebrow, questioning her. "What is it?"

"I will meet him. I know it." Godric pulled her closer and placed his lips on her forhead.

"What makes you think that?" He mumbled. She chuckled against him.

"Gut feeling."


A/N: I hope that you liked it. Even just a little. Haha. As you can see, there is some French thrown in there, but I won't translate those. I'm lazy!

So much fun. =) I hope you liked it. Just as a forewarning, next chapter's going to be a flashback type of thing too. Till next time, cheers!