A/N: I can't honestly decide if I want to continue this story :D Who knows…Enjoy!

P.S, I forgot to mention that the title of the last chapter means 'Heart' in Swedish :)

Chapter Ten – Pain

"A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years."
- Rupert Brooke

I heard him before I saw him. The silver burned so much that I was screaming in pain at first. Godric must've felt it. I could hear him as they dragged me to a surprisingly comfortable room. It had a wardrobe, dresser, mirrors and a little pull out bed in the corner of the room. There were no windows, thankfully, because I think it was dawn. Without realizing it, I had bloody tears running down my face. Finally, the man who had pushed me down the stairs took off the silver. He hesitated though, as if waiting for me to attack him.

I couldn't even move. For one, I could see Godric kneeling in front of me. My eyes locked with his. Secondly, I didn't care about anything else in this world but him right now. He looked sad, slowly wiping away some of the bloody tears from my cheeks. He inspected the blood before sighing and looking at me.

"Why do you weep for me?"

The question took me by surprise. Why wouldn't I? That was that real question. He dismissed the brute behind me with a wave of his hand, but before the guy reached the door, he said something that made the man squirm.

"And Gabe…if you harm my child again, I will kill you. Have a pleasant day."

"Y-Yes Godric."

Godric turned his attention back to me. I was suddenly angry at him. How could he even think of leaving me and Eric! I still had William to deal with. I was a newborn vampire, I still had no idea how things worked. My tears were angry, furious tears now, and Godric watched with sad eyes as I stood up and crossed my arms.

"You are angry," he stated.

"Of course I'm angry. What were you thinking, Godric?"

"I was thinking that I am tired!" he snapped. That stopped me in my tracks. Godric had never snapped at me before, and he certainly never looked his…exhausted. Fed up, worn out…I don't even know how to describe the look in his eyes as he turned away and tugged at his hair gently, sighing.

"…Tired?" I repeated. "Of what, Godric?"

"Everything," he said, sounding so ashamed of himself. "I have watched countless humans murder each other for nothing more than land and hatred. I have killed thousands Emilie, for revenge. But that doesn't even make any sense to me anymore. They weren't the ones to hurt me. I killed my maker. Why, then, did I become such a…monster?"

He let out a hollow laugh. I winced slightly, feeling that connection between a Maker and their Child pulsating through me again. His pain was magnified by the fact that he was right in front of me. It tore at me, and I felt nothing but guilt.

"Godric," I sobbed, hating my voice for sounding so weak and hoarse. But he had to know how much we needed him. As selfish as it sounds, I needed him to live so I could have him each and everyday, by my side. "You are not a monster."

"Killing women and children is hardly a virtue," he whispered, staring at the ground.

"I need you Godric. I love you, Eric loves you, Isabel and Stan – how do we live without you?"

He smiled at me, and I promise you it was the saddest smile I had ever seen. "I do not deserve a child like you, Emilie. I never did. You are too good. You see the good in people. Eric will take care of you."

"Out of duty," I muttered, leaning against the wall across the room and wiping some of my tears. Damn, blood was so hard to wipe off. My hands were shaking.

"Actually, it's out of love. Eric is highly protective of his family. He will teach you everything I can't. Like I have said Emilie…I do not deserve you."

I made a crazy, split second decision the moment he said that. If he wanted to die, fine – but I would die with him. Sure, I had been a vampire for a short while, and I loved my life the way it was. I liked getting up when the sun went down. I liked drinking TruBlood – even if it tasted horrible – with Godric, chatting about everything and anything. I even liked fighting with Eric.

"I will die with you."

Godric looked at me, his eyes narrowed. "No. You stay with Eric. Do not make me command it, Emilie. I promised myself I would never be so cruel."

"You are being cruel right now! You can't command me Godric. I'll do it, no matter what. Whether it's with you, right beside you, or whether I have to wait until our ties are broken, I will do it. I don't care if I die-…"

He kissed me. In one second, he had crossed the room, holding my wrists to stop me moving. I could see the strength Godric had. He was 2000 years old, and I think I'm in love with him. When he finally pulled away, his eyes didn't look as sad anymore.

"Don't be crazy Emilie," he said. "I refuse to let you die."

My fangs popped out, and I groaned. "That is so annoying."

"You are young," he sighed. "It happens to all vampires. Even when I was younger, it happened to me. Now listen to me, Em, if I have to command you to keep living, I will. If I have to command Eric, then I will."

"Try me Godric. I'm not letting you do this."