We entered our hotel room twenty minutes later where I finally pulled my arm out of Godric's grasp.

"I'm sorry."

It was the only thing I could think of saying. Godric sighed, "No, it was not your fault. I never should have allowed you to accompany me. I knew you wouldn't make it." I grew offended from that, what did he mean? "I was fine until that little bitch wanted to go all diva on me." No way was I going to allow someone else to bite me just because she was in a higher political position that Godric, especially Sophie-Anne. Everyone was just reminded of his strength, Godric could take on practically anyone. I watched as he took off his jacket, I did the same, watching his mouth twitch in amusement. He sat on the sofa and said, "Eric, you should not have done that." I nodded and asked, "Would you have liked her to drink from me?" Immediately his eyes darkened and I nodded as I leaned down, pushing him down to lay atop him.

My voice lowered as we came face to face and I whispered, "That's what I thought," just before I leaned down for a kiss. Except he didn't respond, in fact he grew more tense. I lifted my head, frowning at him, "I did apologize." At that he smiled tightly. "You're still bleeding." I felt slight surprise, right, I had forgotten, Godric had bitten me. The pleasure had faded now but the adrenaline was still there. I swallowed, once more full of desire. I grinned wolfishly, quickly tore off my shirt, and positioned my neck right near his mouth. Whispering in his hear I said, "Take me. Only you can drink from me Godric. Only you."

I licked his ear and my hands roamed up on his chest. His whole body was trembling slightly with tension. I could tell he was barely holding back. As I bit his ear lobe he mewed so adorably, his hands appearing on my sides so quickly I almost jumped. Just as quickly he flipped us over and my desire tripled.

Then he was gone.

I blinked, panting and then in was in front of me. His cheeks were pink I noticed and grinned just as he threw a small metal box onto my chest. I huffed, seeing the cross on it. I rolled my eyes as I got up and walked to the bathroom. Speaking over my shoulder I said, "Tease."

"I'm not the one bleeding and asking to be feed on." I grinned at his quiet response.

I washed my neck quickly and put a band-aid on it. When I emerged Godric had the news on, sitting back in his spot. I sat next to him, when I finally couldn't stand it anymore I asked, "Demons?" He glanced at me and frowned. Nodding he finally sighed, showing all his strain and worry. His fingers went to his lips and he said, "I'm very sorry you have to be involved in this Eric. But now you've centred yourself in the one thing I wanted to protect you from."

He glanced at me, his eyes softening and then his hand reach out to twine in my hair. "I didn't wish to leave you. You have been a light at an very long, very dark road." I inched closer until he was pressed against me. Leaning down I kissed him chastely and asked softly in Swedish, "Would you please tell me, my love?"

I wasn't prepared for his response, or his words. His eyes filled with love, I had read that in books but never understood. But in that moment, I could see it. He spoke, in Swedish as well, making the conversation if possible, more intimate. "Do not hate me." "Never." He nodded and finally, for the first time in almost three months, told the truth.

"You know how we met in Sweden. Well, you really wouldn't let me go after that and truthfully I found you very fascinating. Our relationship grew extremely quickly, almost instantly. It was indeed very shocking, even to me. We were lovers. Very...passionate." I smirked as he looked away. "But it quickly became concerning Eric. I was suspicious right from the beginning when I first saw you. You might not remember but we met before last year. I feel that if I am to be truthful you must know everything. We met when you were three, maybe four. I am not that sure. We were in Milan and you got lost from your parents. It was just after dark and you were calling out for them. I came across you just as I was hunting and I find it fascinating that I had no urge to feed on you. You were a perfect opportunity, I...I did feed on children once."

I swallowed taking in that confession but nodded excepting who he used to be wasn't who he was now and tried to find the memory. "You looked up at me with these big blue eyes and asked in broken English if I could help you find them." He smiled at the memory but I just came up blank, not that I was blocked but merely that it was long forgotten.

"You took my hand, trusting me completely not to hurt you. I remembered you squeezed so tightly, more powerful than a normal human. But I let it go and we walked for merely minutes before your mother came screaming for you. But before you ran to her, before you shouted for her, you turned to me and hugged me. Truly hugged me." He laughed as if it were the most remarkable thing in the world.

It must have been.

"You looked up at me and gave your thanks. Then you ran off to your mother and I didn't see you until last year. I didn't even know your name but I knew you weren't entirely human. It was truly confirmed when we were together. You got into a fight with another vampire. I believe you were," He tilted his head trying to find words and said, "protecting my honour." I chuckled but he didn't smile.

"I gave up being King of Stockholm so I wouldn't bring attention to you. I didn't want you near vampires or any thing that wasn't human. I still don't. It's too dangerous. If anyone were to find out about you, they'd make it their mission to kill you. While I could protect you, I couldn't do so for long against the entire world."

Godric took a deep breath. "The man you fought was named Russell Edgington and he was extremely high ranking. I tried my best but..." Godric wasn't looking at me and I could feel him withdrawing. I swallowed and he continued, "Russell is the one who killed your parents. He had ransomed them for you."

I remembered, not everything, but pieces were coming back. There was a fire, and I remembered laughter and feeling so much guilt it overwhelmed me. I had to stand, feeling a panic attack coming on. "Tell me all of it. Why was I being ransomed?" Godric looked so sad, it crushed me but I stood strong.

"You are a demon."

Everything stopped, froze. I couldn't comprehend it. "What?" Godric only nodded. "It's why I've wanting to keep you away from the others. I've done research in the year we've been parted. From what I know of demons in the past and of your family, it's carried in the male gene, from father to son. Demons are not what you know, they are not from my knowledge fallen angles but an old race of witches turned to black magic. At least that is what I could find. At any rate they were supposed to be extinct, what I think happened is that the gene went dormant when they bred with humans. They became human until that is when they are around supernatural creatures. With you, it's the only thing that fits."

We were silent for a long time as I went over my entire life. "Have I been this way ever since I was born? Or just when I met you?" Godric frowned, "Only you can say. Have you been stronger than other humans before. You know you can stand equally to vampires. It took four of them to defeat you in Sweden."

"I've never been sick. I've always loved to fight. I excelled in sports more than anyone else, but dad made me quit when I hurt Jeff Anderson in football. When I'm around vampires most times it's like this adrenaline boost. When I drank your blood, it was sweet and I didn't even care it was only to heal me, I wanted to drink all of it. And when I'm not healed with vamp blood, I heal quickly anyway. I once broke my arm and had it all healed within three weeks."

Godric nodded and I sat down feeling drained. "Demons used to be actually very public and numerous but again, they like to fight, us, and each other. I've only met a few, they were rare a thousand years ago and finally just disappeared around five to seven hundred years ago. I myself only met full breeds and they were as strong and sometimes stronger than me. Their senses were heightened, though, not to our extent and they could drink blood though it is not required, it was more of exchanging energy, like having an energy drink. And while rumours stated they were descendants of witches, they themselves held no magical power. No one knows what exactly they created for or indeed how they created."

"What do you think?" Godric frowned, going into deep thought and replied slowly, "I believe that they were made for guarding. It makes the most sense, they are powerful but hold no magic, at least not witchcraft. I do not know if they worked for us or witches. But it does seem logical."

A demon. Holy fuck.

"Why my parents?"

"Russell found out about you and wanted to kill you. Then he decided that because of me he couldn't get near you. He ambushed your parents and held them in your mother's Gala." I remembered the building, white and modern where she liked to show off her models and her art collection. It had been such a beautiful building, and I remembered it burnt down, nothing left but ash and debris. My uncle had paid for the building to be rebuilt exactly as it had been but Pam and I knew it would never be the same. The ground was now marked by my parents blood.

"When I arrived, I tried to get them back and then you showed up and it all got chaotic. I managed to kill him but..." I nodded and finished as pieces starting forming in my mind, "he killed mom first and that's when I lost it. Dad fought too, he wasn't like me. Russell," I took a sharp intake of breath. "Russell ripped out his heart." I remembered it now. How Godric had killed Russell, how I set the fire to hide the scene not from the cops but from the Authority. I stood again, wanting to run as I felt tears threaten to fall.

Godric had erased our pain, had erased my memories. He had erased all the devastation our relationship had led to and he erased the good with it. "Pam." Oh god, Pam, she was completely oblivious. "It's for the best she doesn't know." I turned to him and said, "We don't keep anything from each other. Nothing really important. She's my twin. She isn't like me though?" Godric shook his head, "Completely human." "How do you know that?" "I drank from both of you, your blood...it's very different from anyone else. More sweet, more addictive. Almost reminiscent of faeries." Fairies? Jesus, what didn't exist now?

"So I am a demon. A fucking demon. What does that even mean?" I was a demon and it killed my family.

Godric frowned, "I'm not sure. You have the strength of a weak vampire, but your senses are still human. I don't even know if it will evolve with time. You are truly unique. Your father was human as well, only the scent of his blood gave him away to me and only because I'm am familiar with yours. The gene must have only became dominate with you, though there is a possibility it happened before and they had lead normal human lives without contacting a supernatural creature." Sitting down it all started to settle. My parents had died because of me, because of me and Godric. But I couldn't think that way. Eventually I would have met a vampire, I had been dancing around them since I turned fourteen and learned how to chug down a quality beer. Eventually this would have happened. One way or another, maybe it would have been Pam or a future girlfriend or wife. I shivered. They were gone because I hadn't known to be careful.

Godric stood and came to stand before me, I looked up, for once completely shaken. He looked so distraught. "I am very sorry Eric. Truly. If I could have saved them-" "I know. I know." And I did. Godric would do anything for me, my parents, Pam they were my weakness.

I was his.

I reached out and for once there was no desire, just a need for comfort and support. I cried then, for the first time since my parents died. All walls broke down in my mind until I remembered everything. I remembered him, our romance, us as lovers and I remembered telling the lies and keeping secrets from Pam. At first because I didn't want to share him and then later because I had to. I remember being suspicious, thinking that I wasn't human. I remember questing it. When I finally settled down, it seemed like an invisible weight had been lightened, I felt calm and oddly I felt a very real sense of being okay, or that at least I would be, with this, one day.

Godric's hands were gentle and soft as they swept through my hair. After wiping my face I looked up and Godric still looked worried. "I love you." He smiled and finally he kissed me, I felt him instantly relax, relieved. When I stood and deepened the kiss, he finally didn't object. I moved slow, not wanting to rush this and pulled back to take off his shirt. I kissed everywhere, touched and allowed him the same. I walked us to the bed, not pausing from his kisses. I pushed him down on top of it and he grinned. It widened even more as I kicked off my shoes and hurriedly took off my jeans.

Crawling onto the bed, I positioned myself on top of him and was once more amazed at how this man could love me. Godric hand settled on my cheek as he whispered, "I have missed you." It was full of so much emotion that my chest tightened. I kissed him, deeply and with more passion that he thought was possible.

Slowly I undressed Godric, kissing down his chest as I undid his light grey jeans. I loved the fact that he looked like a causal teenager, he had just withstood almost three hours in a meeting of vampires all dressed in suits and dresses and there he had sat in a sweater and jeans. I smiled and then grinned as I pulled down his pants to see that he wore nothing beneath them. He was grinned as I looked up into his face. "I thought you would like that," he said as I leaned down to kiss him again. Seeing Godric fully naked was only second to feeling him against my own body. I now remembered where to touch, where Godric was sensitive, but it still felt like new, it had been so long since we were together.

Our breathing heavy, Godric slipped my boxer-brief's down and stroked my cock. I groaned as his hand ever so slowly moved and then I bucked as he squeezed. I ran my tongue down his collar bone, following his tattoo. Then I leaned down and traced the tattoo on his left arm, the seven jagged lines, then I moved to the Celtic one on his right arm, saying, "You still have to tell me about these." He squeezed again making me tense once more, I bit his arm hard and he bucked up. "One day," he gasped.

I kissed down his chest and stomach until I kissed his dick. I licked down until I nibbled his balls. His hands clutched in my hair as his breathing hitched. I took him into my mouth, now loving this feeling, of bringing him so much pleasure. I sucked until he was gasping and moaning, then without warning he pulled me up, my mouth giving a little popping sound as it released his cock.

I found myself underneath him, Godric straddling me, his kisses now needy and breathtaking. I sat up, our chests pressed together and pulled away. Seeing his eyes alive and intense, I tried to control myself as I place my fingers in front of him, he never took his eyes off mine as he sucked each one. I groaned at the feeling and then shut my eyes as I felt his fangs graze against them. Quickly I turned us over and he turned over, his back to me, his hands clutching into the sheets. His back tattoos showing proudly.

I kissed the red one first and then trailed my tongue down his large black twisted tattoo, it reminded me of a decorated sword. I kissed down to his ass, nibbling and then paused. Godric turned his head and knowing Godric as I did, I moved, before Godric could tell me, I didn't have to.

I opened Godric up and licked. He immediately moaned, his head burying into his pillow. I grinned and kept going, the soft skin unlike any other I touched. I placed a slicked finger at the hole, putting pressure and rubbing in circles. "Eric," Godric whined and I inserted it making his hips grind into the bed. I didn't stop with my tongue brushing it over and then with the help of my finger, I licked inside. I have to admit I felt a bit awkward but then he moaned loudly and reached behind him for my head. I chuckled and pulled back much to his displeasure. Kissing back up his back making sure to take my time, my hand still putting pressure on his hole but not yet entering I made sure to kiss everywhere, to memorize all of him. I whispered in his ear, "Turn around Godric. When I take you, you're going to see my face."

He moved in a blur and I raised my brows but before I could comment he grabbed me and kissed me until I was speechless. Panting, full of need, all I could think about was being inside him, spreading his legs more, I kissed him one last time before I propped him up a bit on some pillows giving me better access and bent my finger while sliding it in and out slowly. He gasped as I felt the little bump fairly quickly. Once more I took his cock in my mouth and hollowed my checks, pumping at the same time as my fingers were fucking him. By the time I put three inside him, stretching him, I could feel his cock thickening beneath my tongue. He came just a second later, loudly and breathing my name.

Tasting him, I wanted more, need was clawing through me, I needed him, I needed him now. I would claim him, mark him, fuck him, making sure that no matter what, he would remember me through all of history. In all of his immortality, he would never be able to forget this moment, he would never forget me. When he met the sun, he would see me as he looked into the light.

I kissed him, fucking him faster with my fingers, him withering under me. "Eric...now..." His arms were wrapped around my back, nails clawing at my back, his legs curved over my hips. I slowly pulled my fingers out of him, missing the tight, warm feeling and then with everything in me I entered him as slowly as I could. Once I was fully inside him I gasped. I clawed at the sheets wishing to come and not come at the same time. It was fucking amazing being inside him. "Godric you're amazing." His eyes were closed, his dick hard again against my stomach and I kissed the tip of his nose as I slowly moved out and back in. He gasped, his eyes opened and our eyes locked.

"Eric, move. Now."

"I am." His hand went to my ass and his legs tightened making me move even deeper into him. I moaned and his other hand went to my hair, "Move." He ordered, his voice firm and powerful. I leaned down and kissed him, biting his lip right before I started thrusting.

I pounded into him, hard and fast, my hand squeezing his thigh, my other grabbing hold of his, to intertwine our hands. His fangs were out, his head thrown back, eyes squeezing shut as he moaned. He was so beautiful. My own groans were lost as I fucked him. He was so tight, so perfect, everywhere he touched burned, I kissed him and he arched up into me, his tongue fighting for dominance. I couldn't catch my breath but I didn't slow down, slowing down would kill me.

"Eric...faster...please...Eric"

"...Fuck..."

Dropping my head to his shoulder I sped up if it was possible. I grabbed his hard cock and he hissed as I pupped it fast. I was moving so quickly, I knew it wasn't at a normal human speed. I was to the brink now. I yelled an almost growling sound, I was so over the fucking edge, god, fuck. I was going to come. "Godric...Godric...come...baby..." My thrusts were so hard now the bed was threatening to go through the wall. Godric threw back his head and just before me, he came hard. My orgasm hit me in a crash. I saw white and my whole body felt afire.

"Godric!"

I didn't know how long I basked in the aftershocks, when I came to, both of us were still panting, my head on Godric's shoulder. He kissed my hair and I smiled against his skin. It took a lot of energy just to lean up on my elbows. Still inside him I leaned down so our foreheads touched.

"You are by far the best lover I have ever had." Godric laughed and nuzzled my nose as he looked thoughtful. He nodded and said, "I have quite an extensive list," I leaned down and nipped hard at his shoulder. I was the only one who mattered now, but he continued, "but you are the best one. I trust you. A foreign concept until you came into my life." I slipped out of him reluctantly but stayed where I was. Godric's voice was quiet as he spoke as if scared to come back to reality, "When you were just a child, you made me want to be better. You made me see true goodness again. I had been changing for the past two centuries, having regrets and going over all my time as a vampire. And though I have lately tried to repent, I never felt more alone. You made me see just how alone I had become in my hatred. I had no true friends Eric, I still do not."

"You have me." I said with certainty and he smiled.

"I have you."

I never was one for cuddling but I did indeed cuddle with Godric, I moved and he laid on my chest drawing lazy patterns into my chest. "I am glad I didn't meet you sooner, well perhaps a few centuries ago would have been welcome but no sooner than that." "Oh?" "I would not have taught you well." I froze inwardly, taught? "Taught me? Am I to be your student?" His hand stopped and he raised his head knowing what I was asking. "I will not change you Eric. You have your whole life ahead of you. A beautiful, mortal life. You have no idea how marvellous it is, how it should be cherished and not thrown away. Besides, with your demon blood, I do not know if you can be changed. You have to consider that. Supernatural creatures cannot be changed, when it was attempted, they died. I could kill you in the attempt and I will not allow that to happen."

I thought of that but I also knew that I was meant to be a vampire. I was mostly human anyway.

Wasn't I?

I only knew one thing for certain, for the first time in my life I knew my future. I would one day be a vampire, I would be with Godric, and I would be with him forever. Godric would one day change me and I would survive it.

Godric was looking at me with so much love it crippled me. And I would show him what real, pure, loyal love was.

I pushed down my feelings knowing we would talk about it more later. For now I had other concerns. "We have a very poor record if my memory is true." Godric looked confused and I grinned, "What's the number now? Four times in one night? That is just very disappointing." Godric grinned back and straddled me saying, "If your memory serves you correctly, then you know we were interrupted." I chuckled, remembering Godric disappearing in a blink when we heard Pam yell from downstairs.

"Well, we've got the rest of the night before us. I'm not stopping until you can't go anymore."

Godric turned playful, grinned and said, "You're the one who will be tired, min lilla en."

Translation- (my little one)