Author's Note: So this is going to be my last one till next week. Enjoy and review!

P.S. Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter. I wasn't sure if anyone would come back to reading this story, but the reviews have really made me feel as if I should really continue.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot and Reinette.

Godric left for the meeting at eight in the evening and it was already midnight. Slightly worried, I tried calling Isabel's cell phone, but it went straight to voicemail. I was always able to get through to her, but this was the first time she didn't pick up. I paced the living room of the suite a bit, thinking of what they could be discussing. Godric wasn't sheriff. He didn't have vampires to watch over anymore. It was Isabel's job now.

There was a knock on the door. For a second I debated whether I should answer it or not, but I decided to. Looking through the peephole it was Eric. I opened the door and he strode in like he always did. "I suppose Godric is still at the meeting," were his first words.

"Yup." I plopped down on the couch and turned on the television.

He stood behind the couch. "I've come to say good-bye." I turned my head to face him.

"You're going back to Bon-whatever-it-was?" He nodded. I stood up, walked around the couch and wrapped my arms around his waist, burying my face in his chest.

"Even though you can be intolerable at times, I'm glad you came...big brother." Slowly I felt his arms wrap around me.

"You better take care of Godric for me. If he tries anything like he just did with the Fellowship, it's your head on a platter." Even though it might have seemed extreme for him to say something like that to me, especially the part about my head on a platter, I knew it was an empty threat. He cared about Godric so much. So much so that he was willing to die with him on the roof. That was all.

Eric and Godric's relationship always confused me. At times it seemed like Godric was Eric's father, scolding him as if he were a child. Other times they were like brothers, laughing and talking with each other, and sometimes Eric was the father and Godric was the son. Godric never told me anything about his past. He always said it wasn't something he wanted me to know because of the type of things he did. But sometimes Isabel and Eric would slip and they would reveal those things, terrible things that Godric did to humans and vampires alike.

Age 14

This was the age when I found out the depth of Godric's villainy. All my life, Godric had been this benevolent person. The fact that he was a vampire didn't deter my image of him. In fact I think it added to it. He was centuries old, millenniums even. That still blew my mind when I thought about all the things he witnessed. All the people that were alive when he was on Earth. For God's sake he could've even met Shakespeare! And Jane Austen, Vincent Van Gogh, Abraham Lincoln...the list could go on and on. He was alive during the Civil War and the beheading of Marie Antoinette. He was there when Jesus was alive.

Knowing all this, it's a wonder he didn't have any hatred towards humanity. The Holocaust, the Armenian genocide...even today with what was happening in Uganda, wasn't he disgusted by humans? He was a vampire, sure. He drank blood. He had animalistic instincts. But humans have done so much worse in the past. "Little sister." I turned my head. I was sitting, cross-legged with my back to the sliding door, on the lawn in the back yard. It was night, of course, since the person behind me was Eric. It was a year after the whole vampire-dying-and-showering-blood-on-me fiasco and just before the Winter Ball where I was almost raped. Seeing Eric made me relive the former's horrible few minutes over again.

I had a telescope on a foot-high tri-pod in front of me and I had been looking through it at the night sky, a gift from Isabel since she saw that I was reading books on planets and stars. "Oh. You're here again," I said as I rolled my eyes and turned back to my telescope. Feeling Eric come to stand behind me, I lifted my head a little and said, "I'm busy."

"I didn't know Godric taught you to be rude."

"He didn't teach me to be rude. It's your presence that's making me this way."

"It's funny. It's seems that since we've met, you're becoming more like me."

"Go away. Don't you have important vampire business to attend to? I swear I think you're here just to torment me."

"Maybe...maybe not. At the moment I have nothing to do seeing as Godric is busy for the time being."

"Yeah...meetings on vampires coming out."

"What's your take on the matter?" He asked. I turned to find him sitting beside me.

"I don't know...to be honest, I don't think it's such a good idea. But Godric and Isabel are eating it up. Even Stan likes the idea and he hates everything."

"I see." His face was expressionless. If there was one thing Eric was good at it was hiding his emotions. But if he even had emotions was a different matter.

"Vampires existed without needing to be out in the open for millenniums. Why not a millennium more?"

"It seems that some are tired of being closeted."

"A bunch of pussies if you ask me."

Eric laughed softly next to me. "You fit into this family perfectly." I turned my head away from my telescope to look at Eric. Eric's cold eyes were staring down at me, but it didn't deter my spirit.

"So Godric's like your dad, right? Like he made you into a vampire?"

"Yes."

"So those first few months...years, it was just you two, just traveling?"

"Yes."

"Where did you two go?"

"Everywhere."

"Be serious," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I am. Name a place and time and we were there."

"Fine...well since I'm learning about World War II, what can you tell me about the Nazis?"

"Imbeciles." I rolled my eyes again.

"Well I know that. But I mean did you meet Hitler? Were you on his side?" I whispered the last question.

"We dressed as Schutzstaffel if that's your question." My eyes widened.

"You were a Nazi?"

"We dressed as one. We had other plans. Donning their uniform was only for our gain and no one else's."

"Ok, fine. Why did you dress up as them?"

"We needed information."

"On what?" I demanded.

"Something trivial at the time." I knew he was lying, but I let it go.

"What was he like? Godric, I mean. What was he like back then?"

"He definitely was not the person he is today."

"What do you mean?" His eyes flashed for just a second it seemed as if it never happened at all.

"He said to me, after I gave my blood to a-"

"A what?"

"A woman. After, he said that our blood was sacred...he scolded me. 'A vampire is never at the mercy of his emotions. He dominates them.' I felt like a child, but he was right."

"He...he said that?" It wasn't something Godric would say, but then again I didn't know him like Eric did. "So let me get this straight: You two dressed up as Nazis, probably terrorized some poor woman-"

"Godric killed her." That stopped me dead.

"And he trained you to be a robot."

"It was necessary."

"No it wasn't," I countered.

"You're a human. You can't begin to understand."

"I've been around vampires all my life. I know I don't have anything on your hundreds of years of existence, but I think I can tell between what's right and what's not."

I got up and patted down my clothes to get rid of grass. Eric was already at the sliding door, waiting for me to enter. I walked through and went over to the fridge. There were bags of bloods which I moved in order to get some cherries.

"If you're a robot and obviously don't need emotions, then why are you nice to me?"

"I'm not nice." He was standing in front of the sink built into the island in the kitchen. I was sitting in front of him on the other side of the island on a bar stool eating my cherries and spitting out the seeds in the sink.

"You saved me," I pointed out.

"I only saved you because Godric would have been very upset if you died."

"So you care about Godric then."

"I..." I smirked. I caught him.

"You're like the jocks at my new school. They're like robots too. The only time when you actually see some emotion is when they're beating some poor kid up or when they score a touchdown. It's okay if you care about Godric. I know I care about Godric."

"May I ask a question?"

"Shoot." I walked around, placed the bag of cherries back into the fridge, and went back to sitting in front of Eric.

"Why aren't you frightened of me? I murdered hundreds of people. In cold blood. If it weren't for Godric, I could rip you to shreds if I wanted to." His eyes pensively bore into mine, but I didn't stand down.

"Because you care about Godric. You care enough for him that you're willing to put up with me. And then you killed that vampire that attacked me. I know enough about vampire law to know that that is a huge offense. But you still killed him. And I know...that maybe you didn't kill him just to save me, but you killed him because you knew Godric would be devastated if I died. And let's face it, seeing Godric sad is like watching a puppy cry...if puppies could cry anyways-"

Suddenly Eric was in front of me, breathing heavily. His face was only a few inches from mine. "You don't know anything about me. How dare you judge me in such a way. If Godric still had the same mindset he did fifty years ago, you would be dead and I would not have to tolerate you, you insufferable little bitch. One day Godric is going to turn on you. You don't know him like I do. You're just a pet to him. Once he's done with you, you'll be nothing. You are nothing."

"Eric." We both turned to the door that connected the kitchen with the foyer. Godric was standing there. It was then that I noticed the tears that were streaming down my face. I sobbed. Hatred filled up every inch of my body. With my fists I started to beat Eric's chest as hard as I could. He didn't even budge. "Reinette."

"I hate you!" I shouted. He was completely still. Godric grabbed both my wrist from behind.

"Go to your room, Reinette," he said soothingly, but I was still so angry. I turned and pushed him. He didn't budge either and I ran to my bedroom, but not before shouting, "You're all monsters!"


I felt someone sit down on the edge of my bedroom as I cried into my pillow. "Oh my baby girl," Isabel said sadly. She placed her hand on my back.

"Don't touch me!" I screamed into my pillow. Immediately she retracted her hand.

"Eric did not mean to-"

"Yes he did! He's a monster! He told me what Godric did. You probably did the same!' I lifted my head from my pillow and looked at her with rage. She was surprised. I could tell. I had never been this mad before.

"Godric is not like that anymore-"

"Then what about what Eric said? About Godric treating me like a puppy."

"Godric does not see you as a puppy, my love."

"Oh yeah? Then what does he see me as?"

"A girl...a girl he loves very much."

"Then what about what Eric said-"

"Forget what Eric said. He was just angry, my love." I looked as her as my anger began to wane. I always felt like I belonged here with Godric and Isabel. But at the moment I felt like an outsider. I was not a vampire. The same rules didn't apply to me. At the moment I felt like a burden on the two of them.

"You'll still love me? Even when I'm old and wrinkly and you're still the same?" She nodded, smiling softly.

"Always, my love." I buried my face in my pillow again.

"Can you please leave? I want to be alone." I heard her sigh and in a second she was gone, the door closing quietly behind her.

I was so confused. I couldn't help but believe Eric. He had known Godric way longer than I'll ever be able to. Those two knew everything about each other. This was one of the few moments in my life I wished I was normal with a human mom and dad and maybe a sister or brother. No vampires, no blood, no more feeling like a freak. I kept wishing and wishing for a home that didn't exist for me.

There was a knock on my door. I didn't say or do anything. Whoever knocked opened the door and walked in. "I'm sorry about what I said." It was Eric.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out...Now." I was in no mood for vampires, especially this asshole.

"I'm sorry Reinette."

I lifted my head in anger and turned to look at him. "Don't come in here because Godric made you. I get it. You hate me. Move on."

"Godric didn't make me." I could hear the sincerity in his voice. But I could also hear the anger in saying this. He was proud. Too proud. "I'm sorry. What has happened between the time he made me and when he settled here is in the past and should be forgotten..." He bowed his head. "I'm jealous." I stared at him, shocked. "You have a life here with him that I envy."

"You're kidding, right?" I asked honestly.

"No. I am not."

Present Day

I slid into the booth, sitting on the opposite side of Evan. He looked up from his book in surprise. "Woah, I didn't hear you come in."

I smiled. "So what shall we eat?" He handed me a menu and I looked through it.

I ordered a cheeseburger and he ordered a chicken sandwich. While we waited for our food he asked, "So how was your night at the Camilla?"

"Fine, whatever." I shrugged. I didn't really want to talk about it. Godric didn't get in until a few hours before dawn. Eric stayed till then just to say goodbye. There were only a few hours left till sunrise so it was a hasty goodbye and he left. By that time I was already sleeping and had been for a few good hours. When I woke up around noon Godric was sleeping soundly beside me.

"Hey, Rei...wanna go on a hike with me after this?"

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