For the first time in all of my vampire life my sleep is almost dreamless. I would have enjoyed the black state I stayed in, it was almost numbing and wonderful and all kinds of things. The blackness was distinct and I was without form and almost without mind. There was no expectation there. There was nothing I had to do. There was only me and then..just infinite sadness.

I awake then and I half expect to still feel sad but it goes away and I'm okay. I move to sit up but there's a heavy weight on me that is my Little Bear. I look down at him with a smile. The way he sleeps is so peaceful, even though there is still the red stains on his face from tears. My Little Bear is so handsome and I wonder if, like me, he was taken to that place for his innocent beauty. But then I remember his sister and she was remarkably beautiful. She could have been one of the beautiful women without having to be a vampire or anything. Why they would do that to we I don't know.

I slip my arm from under Bernard and smile because his face scrunches the tiniest bit and long pieces of his hair sticks up. I reach my hand forward to push it down but I stop myself. It's the little things-the brief flaws-that make him so perfect. Part of me wants to stay and observe him while he rests but the other part of me wants to dress and wake up Godric with kisses because we won't get much chance when Bernard is up. I mean, there's something about him that deserves my attention. I feel, as his maker, I owe him the attention he deserves. He is so striking in his features that have changed and become permanent with my blood in his system. I wonder if all maker's feel this way for their child. Maybe it's this kind of mysticism that makes vampires continue reproducing. But I can't stay here to figure it out.

I sigh inwardly and decide tonight I will put Godric first.

I slip out of the bed and run on tiptoes to Godric's room and I open the door without knocking and I jump on the bed and though he wakes up with the intention of attacking what ever threat is near I wrap my arms around him and tackle him to the bed. He relaxes into my embrace and I pepper kisses on his bare chest that I love so much. His arms tighten around me and I scurry further up his body so that his face is close to mine. I press my lips deeply to his and he immediately reciprocates the gesture. His hand reaches up behind my head and keeps it firmly there as if I had any thought of pulling away. He moves to sit up but I push him back down and I grin as his fangs pop out as if on command.

I can't help but to giggle as his face turns a bright shade of pink and though his body is heavenly and his fangs are devilish his face is shy little boy that I love so much. I hear a shift in breath that means my child has awaken and I pull back from Godric with excitement. I was cheated of my first night with him and I'm beyond excited to interact with him in less traumatic circumstances. I jump from the bed and quickly run back to his room where in fact he stands by the door looking into the room. I wait patiently against the door frame but I don't have to wait for long, he turns around and looks to me with a tentative kind of smile.

...

I was looking at the bed that I woke up in. It's shaped like a red race car and I think back to when I first met mom. She said she used to be in that place so she can't be that old. Tops thirty years older, Joe said they'd been around for about that long. But for some reason she gave me a race car bed...does she think I'm a little kid?

I turn around to go look for her but she's already waiting there for me. How did she know? I look at her and I'm kind of lost again in how pretty she is. I used to think Sandy was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen but mom might have her beat. She's got the prettiest curly hair, gold like Goldie-Locks. And she's pale too. So pale...paler than the other vampires I've seen. Does that mean she's older? Maybe she's sick. I don't know about these things.

She gives a small smile but then it blooms quickly into something remarkable. It's great the greatest thing I've ever seen. I used to think Sandy's smile was the best. She stands straight and I see she's a bit taller than me but for some reason I still feel so big because she's so tiny. She motions with her head and her hair bounces around her face, "Good afternoon, Little Bear. Why don't we get changed."

...

He nods his head with eyes so large and blue they are all I can see on his face. Because he is so quiet part of me worries that he is back to being sleepy again but in my body I can sense that he is present. I realize that is just his way, like Godric almost. I can't help but to smile as I see the comparison. My child and my maker, the two vampires I love most.

I turn around and begin to walk down the hall with a bounce that I can't quite shake. I haven't been this happy since the first time Godric and I made love, and before then the first time Godric told me he loved me. I feel like a star that is shining and there's no way I'm going to fall. We make a left and I open the door to a large room that is almost identical to mine except with clothes for men his size. His eyes open slightly larger as he looks around but he's not as excited as I'd imagined he would be. And I know it's not just because of his way. I can feel this isn't that big for him.

But still he turns around slightly to look at me and with a tiny bow of his head, "Thank you. Thank you for all of this. For everything."

He turns away then and looks at all the clothes once more. I lean in slightly to watch him in how he watches the clothes like they are going to move in front of him. I don't understand why he isn't jumping for joy. Is it a boy thing? His thank you, I could feel, included everything. It included the stuff about being a vampire and saving him too. But I don't understand.

I nod my head briefly and smile, "I'm going to change now. Feel free to pick anything out."

I step out of the room and shut the door behind me so he can have some privacy. I walk to my dressing space and I'm happy to see Godric is in there waiting for me. I run in, shutting the door behind me of course, and dash into his arms. He holds me tight and in my ear whispers in the quiet quiet voice, "What's wrong?"

I pull back with a frown, "He doesn't like the dressing room."

A smile cracks Godric's serious expression and he moves his hand so that it can trace my jaw, "He's a young boy that has suffered much trauma and loss. I was quite surprised to see the enjoyment you got from all this and though it filled me with great joy I knew eventually you would have to come to terms with what has become of your life. It may take some time to understand all that has been given and all that has been taken away."

The whole time Godric was speaking my eyes were following the movement of his lips, the sparkle in his eyes, and the meaning of his words. I lower my head against his chest and sigh, "You always make everything make sense."

He let's out a small chuckle that I feel almost inside of me and I love it so much, "Not so. He I can understand, you on the other hand are far more confusing."

I stick my tongue out at him as I shake my head, "No."

He nods his head with that devilish smirk on his lips, "I am still trying to understand how you can sneak into my room, arouse me from slumber with your lips and then return to Bernard as if nothing had occurred."

My face goes red at the word arouse and stays red even when he is finished speaking. I push him lightly and step away from him even though he grabs for me, "You can keep trying to figure it out while I find something to wear."

He chuckles again and I go through my dresses quickly until I come across a beautiful lavender one. I change quickly into it and run to the mirrors with a large smile. It's long like I like it but the front is sort of higher. The hem in the front comes to my ankles and the back comes down to the ground and skirt goes up to my waist and the top stretches out over my chest and there are no sleeves. I reach my hands up and pin my hair up in a big bun with a beautiful purple clip that has all different jewels that make the purple look beautiful.

I turn around at Godric to see him smiling at me. His eyes are kind of far away as though he is looking at me but into some distant part of his mind I haven't seen. I walk over to him in little steps and wrap my arms around his middle as best as I can. His hands come forward to rest of my cheeks again and me leans down to whisper, "I love you."

My face swells and my stomach jumps and my knees go weak and his words give me a very physical reaction I wasn't expecting. I lean up and peck at his lips, "I love you too."

He motions with his smile away and he whispers, "Now, shall I introduce myself to Bernard?"

I nod my head happily and don't even wait a second before I spin around him and pull him out the door. He laughs his amused laugh and I open the door but I stop immediately. My heart sinks as I look at what has happened to the room. The clothes are all on the ground and pulled from hangers and drawers and in the center of the mess is a naked Bernard covered in his own blood and his eyes wide and far away and his fangs out and his mouth slightly open and the sharp end of a thin sewing needle repeatedly slashing at his wrist.