AN: I just got to love you guys, for R&R I mean. I swear that's all, nothing weird. Anyhow, this is a lighter and somewhat happier chapter. But drama is never far away...

Chapter 10. Good Life

Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out

Sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now

We all got our stories, but please tell me

What there is to complain about?

When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over

When everything is out you gotta take it in

Oh, this has gotta be the good life

This has gotta be the good life

This could really be a good life, good life

I say, oh, got this feeling that you can't fight

Like this city is on fire tonight

This could really be a good life, a good, good life

Oh, a good, good life, yeah

The drive to my home was a silent one, and it reminded me of the last time we had left Fangtasia, except now Godric was the one whose feelings were hurt. I felt guilty, recently it seemed all that I did was hurt him whether he liked to admit it or not.

I thought back to what happened between us in Eric's office. I knew I had been attracted to Godric even before consuming his blood, but the fact that I had attacked him like a horny teenager on steroids wasn't like me at all. There was one thing I needed to know, could vampire blood cause false feelings in humans? I cared about Godric, but was that all? And if not, were those feelings my own? It was obvoius the blood had caused the physical attraction I felt for him flare, and I wondered how long it would last. And then he had mentioned dreams, I wasn't looking forward to those since he could feel every single thing that I did, and that's what bothered me the most. How was I supposed to hide anything from him anymore? There were things I didn't want to share with him, or with anyone for that matter.

I didn't understand what had offended him so much, was it not obvious that I wouldn't like the idea of someone seeing my deepest and darkest emotions, they weren't meant to be seen! I knew it wasn't his fault that the blood created that kind of connection between us and after all it had saved my life, but I was still getting more annoyed by the minute, we should talk about this and not mope around saying nothing to each other.

I glanced at Godric, who had an unreadable expression on his face and I knew it would be a waste of time to try to talk to him right now. So I decided to wait until he calms down a bit.

When we arrived at the house and after I had closed the front door behind me, Godric turned to head towards the basement door. "What are you doing?" I asked irritated by the fact that he was still ignoring me, and in my own house no less! He just looked at me and I was starting to think he wouldn't answer me at all. "It is almost sunrise, I must go to my rest." He said to me like I was somewhat stupid. "Without saying anything?" This was going nowhere and I was getting frustrated. "What do you wish for me to say? That I am sorry? I am not. I will not apologize for saving your life." He said firmly and I just stared at his retreating back before he disappeared in to the basement. "What the...?" I was too pissed to do anything else than keep staring at the now closed basement door. Yes, two could play that game, he could be stubborn but so could I. I didn't care if I was being childish, I was seething, he had no right to just brush me off!

Stomping upstairs I slammed my bedroom door shut behind me and lied down on the bed, crossing my arms over my chest and stared at the ceiling. The worst part of it all was that I still wanted to run to the basement, kiss Godric and finish what we had started at Fangtasia, and he could feel it. It was humiliating.

At some point I fell asleep, hoping that I would feel better when I woke up.

I opened my eyes and looked around me, I was in my room and it was already dark outside. I got up, turned the lights on and headed downstairs and in to the kitchen to get my morning (evening) coffee. I was never hungry when I woke up but always forced myself to eat something, mom had told me that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I was chopping some vegetables for my salad when I heard Godric emerge from the basement.

I was still somewhat annoyed by his behaviour from last night and just kept chopping with slightly more force than was necessary. I heard him walk in to the kitchen and felt his stare on my back, but didn't turn around to look at him. "Good evening." He greeted me as if nothing had happened. "Evening." was my curt response and I could almost feel him frown. "You are still angry with me." It was not a question but a statement and I glanced at him over my shoulder. "Yes, I am." But due to my lack of attention to what I was doing, the sharp knife I was using cut a deep gash to my index finger and I yelped dropping the knife to the floor. "Shit!" It seemed that the more time I spent around vampires, the more I was cursing.

I felt Godric turn me around by the shoulders to face him. His fangs were out and he was staring at my hand where blood was oozing staining my nightdress and I briefly wondered since when had I used dresses to bed. Godric grabbed my hand and placed the bleeding finger into his mouth, making me blush. I felt him suck the blood from the wound and lick it leisurely and I winced slightly since it stung. He released my hand after a while and opened his eyes that he had closed as if to savour the taste and I immediately noticed that the bleeding had stopped. Godric leaned closer to me, staring deeply into my eyes and asked "Are you still mad?" I stared back trying to gather my wild thoughts. "Of course." It came out less convincing than I had intended and Godric flashed me a fanged smile. "You are?" I looked away. "Y-Yes." He was teasing me on purpose, I was sure of it. "You are forgetting that I can feel your emotions, it is bad to lie... you do not want to be bad, do you?"

I just gaped at him, what the hell was with him tonight? "No, I don't?" He let out an approving hum and took a hold on my chin, moving my head to the side. "What are you-" He pulled my chin, silencing me up. "Tsk tsk. No talking." He murmured against the skin on my neck while playing with the hem of my dress. My heart was beating fast and my thoughts were all over the place but I still managed to blurt out "You can't order me around-" But again I was silenced when I felt him nip the sensitive skin on the curve of my neck. "But I can. You are mine, I can do whatever I wish with you, Claire. Do not fight it, although I do enjoy a bit of a chase." He knew how his words affected me and I closed my eyes in anticipation when his fingers traced my thigh upwards, higher, higher... I knew I shouldn't give in so easily, but I just didn't feel like resisting anymore, so I brought my hands to the back of his head pulling him closer to my neck. "Then do what you want and bite me."

He let out a low growl that thrilled me. "Very well." And with that he sunk his fangs deep into the tender flesh on my neck and I-

My eyes snapped open and I sat up looking around me to see where I was. Sighing I realized that I was in fact in my room in my own bed, instead of the kitchen. My face heated up when I remebered the dream I had, was that one of the dreams Godric had told me about? Most likely. Isn't that just awesome, I thought while getting up and heading towards the bathroom to take a shower. I was covered in sweat and embarrassed by the whole he-knows-you-dreamed-of-him thing, I had never had a dream like that and I felt like I had done something wrong. After my shower I went to make coffee and the simple routine just reminded me more of the dream and my cheeks were burning by the time I was sipping the hot liquid.

I almost dropped the coffee mug when Godric suddenly stood next to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of TruBlood and heating it up in the microwave. I had been too deep in my thoughts to notice him enter the kitchen and my cheeks flushed, but with irritation this time. He was still acting like I didn't exist even if he knew how embarrassed I felt! He waited for his TruBlood to heat up and I walked up next to him and set the mug down into the sink with a sharp 'clack' not sparing one glance at his direction. Stupid.

I spent the next few hours cleaning furiously, dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing the floors and doing the dishes and by the time I was getting ready to wash some laundry, I was exhausted. I walked out of my bedroom holding the laundry basket in my hands, went downstairs and when I was about to enter the living room I almost walked into Godric. I stopped right in front of him staring at the basket in my hands. "Will you stop that?" He said, sounding somewhat strained and my eyes snapped up to look at him. "Stop what?" I hadn't noticed I had been doing something to bother him, more like I had tried my best to avoid him all together.

"Being so angry all the time. It is making me want to rip heads off." I scoffed at that. "And do you know why I am angry?" When he didn't say anything I had finally had enough. "Listen, buddy. I don't know what ticked you off so much but I have just about had enough of you ignoring me and sulking, and when you finally decide to talk to me it's just to bitch me about how I should stop being angry!" I had dropped the laundry basket and the clothes were scattered between us on the floor but I didn't care, instead I kept poking Godric on the chest with my index finger.

He actually looked shocked at my outburst, before grabbing my hand and spinning me around my back tight against his chest. I struggled against his hold but instead of letting me go, he let out a warning growl. "Stop. You can never win me when it comes to physical strength, as to what ticked me off was the fact, that you seemed I rather let you die than give you my blood. The blood is sacred, you should consider it as an honor rather than nuisance." I stopped struggling and glanced at him over my shoulder. "I never said that..." He stared back at me before stating "You did not need to." I sighed. "It's not like I have anything against your blood, it's more like I don't like how you can feel everything that I feel, my feelings are my own and and if I don't want to share them, then I shouldn't have to. And I'm grateful you decided to save me again."

"Good. I apologize for not talking to you, but I did not feel...comfortable doing so." He said and I could see a faint smile on his face. "Well now that we made up, could you maybe let me go?" I asked and turned my head to look away, suddenly realizing how close he was. "What, no make up sex?" I could hear the smirk on his voice and wondered if he had been like this all those years ago, before he became deppressed and detached from the world. I was relieved that we had worked things out and actually felt happy for the first time in years. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if he didn't get his memories back?

I was brought back from musings when Godric blew cool air in to my ear making me jump away from him, and this time he let me go. "Are you okay?" He teased me but I just smiled and answered, pleased how things were back to normal. "Yeah, actually I am."

Godric helped me to pick up the clothes from the floor and I went to wash them, whistling a happy tune on my way to the laundy room.

The next night I woke up even later than before, my sleeping habits were really messed up these days. I had dreamed of Godric again and I wasn't sure what to think, how did I feel about him or how did he feel about me. What happened at Fangtasia didn't necessarily mean anything, it was more like a spur of the moment kind of thing and I knew I didn't have the guts to ask him how he felt about it.

But no matter how uncertain things were between us, I still happily skipped down the stairs feeling like I had no care in the world. But when I entered the kitchen to make my wake up coffee, I froze to the spot at what I was seeing. There stood Niall Brigant holding kneeling Godric tightly by the throat.

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The lyrics are from a song called Good Life, by OneRepublic