Godric felt a sense of dread as he looked to the private jet. He did not wish to go back to Dallas. If he had his way then he would spend much longer roaming Europe with Amelia by his side. But he had to return. He had duties in Dallas and Amelia was due to begin her studies. But he knew what he was returning to. He knew that he was returning to nights alone while Amelia slept. He was returning to work that hardly stimulated his mind. Obviously he wanted what was best for Amelia. He wanted her to be happy and he knew that this was going to make her happy.

But it was as he had said. There was a part of him that would always be a vampire. While that part had receded, it still existed. It grew even stronger when it came to Amelia. But he had never seen her look so excited as she did when she spoke about starting her course. Her face lit up when she was explaining the reading list to him. Her smile didn't drop from her face as she picked up new stationery during their time in Berlin.

Yet, it had to come to an end. Godric knew that. As a vampire who had roamed the Earth for centuries, he knew how fleeting two weeks could be. It was nothing but a blink of an eye for a vampire.

"You've been quiet the entire ride here," Amelia commented, snapping Godric from his daze as they climbed up the steps of the private jet which sat on the tarmac at the private airbase in Berlin.

Godric spoke to the air hostess on board, informing her that they would be ready to leave as soon as the pilot was ready and had the all clear. Sitting down on one of the chairs by the table, Amelia reached for the seatbelt as Godric sat across from her. She arched a brow in his direction and waited for him to respond to her comment. It took a couple of moments before he nodded his head, forcing a smile onto his face.

"I am simply sad to be leaving," Godric admitted to her. He reached for his own belt, buckling himself in and looking to Amelia with a steady gaze.

"I know," Amelia said, folding one leg over the other as she leaned back and the door to the jet closed. "I would like to spend more time here…anywhere…with you…"

"But life does not stop," Godric sighed. "We both have responsibilities to return to in Dallas."

"I know," Amelia said. "I am excited about going back, but I like Europe. I…well…if you told me a few months ago that I would be starting another college course then I would never have believed you. It's just…since meeting you, everything has changed."

"Not for the better in some respects," Godric said.

Amelia arched a brow. "Are you kidding?" she wondered from him. "Godric, without you then I would still be engaged to Daniel and Will would be suffering at the hands of my father. I know…what happened to him was wrong. It was so wrong…but the thought of him still being trapped in that facility is enough to make me feel sick."

Both of them didn't seem to startle as the engine roared to life and the jet began to taxi towards the runway. Godric leaned over to Amelia, his seatbelt tight against his waist as he reached out to take hold of her hand inside of his. Letting his fingers tangle with hers, he lifted her hand up until he kissed the back of it.

Keeping her hand to his lips, his eyes remained on her and his lips arched upwards. "I adore you, Amelia Jones. Never forget that."

….

Godric hardly saw Amelia for the first few weeks of her course. She was gone at nine in the morning and she returned just as the sun set. She would come in and cook dinner for herself as Godric stood in the kitchen and watched her dash around, ducking and diving into cupboards that had once been empty but were now full with thanks to Amelia. She would tell him tales of her day and Godric would listen with intent, sitting with her as she ate.

"There's a lot more theory than I had thought," Amelia admitted to Godric as she picket at the spaghetti she was eating, sitting next to Godric who had his had clamped on her thigh, holding it in his fingers, his thumb roaming over her skin. "So I only have a seminar tomorrow, but I might stay late and work in the library. I'll be back before dinner though."

"Stay as long as you need," Godric insisted as she took a sip of water.

"Anyway, if I do get enough work done then I should be able to take the weekend off. Do you have anything planned?"

"I have an idea of what I would like to do, but I assure you that it does not involve leaving the house," Godric said and Amelia almost spat her water out as she took another glug. She pushed a hand over her mouth and turned her gaze on to Godric who sent her a sly smirk. "It has been a while, my love."

"Sorry," Amelia responded, wiping her mouth and placing her glass down. "I guess-"

"-I don't want your apologies, Amelia," Godric said. "I would just like to wake up one night with you by my side."

"This vampire/human thing isn't really easy, huh?" Amelia commented.

"We are coping," Godric said.

"I know," Amelia said. "I know I have been wrapped up in the course for the past few weeks…what with making new friends and trying to understand everything…it will calm down eventually."

"Excuses are not needed, Amelia," Godric promised her in a gentle tone. "Believe me, if I can have just one day of the week with you and only you, then I shall be happy because I know that you are happy."

Amelia almost rolled her eyes at his comment, but she instead moved and pecked Godric on the cheek, slipping from the stool at the breakfast bar. Grabbing her plate, she placed the leftovers in a Tupperware box before depositing the plate, cutlery and glass into the dishwasher.

"You're too sweet, you know that?" Amelia said to Godric as she finished clearing things away.

Spinning on the stool, Godric watched her finish her clearing away, wiping her hands on the skirt she wore over her thick woollen tights. She tucked her hair behind her ears and reached for the kitchen roll and disinfectant spray, cleaning the worktop of the breakfast bar.

"I have very rarely been called that before," Godric informed her.

She smiled and kissed him on the lips, the motion hasty before pulling back. "Well, I think you are very sweet," she commented to him. "What are your plans for the rest of the evening?"

"I have a meeting at one, but it is taking place at the Hotel Carmilla. It is somewhat of a vampire town meeting," Godric said. "Members of the AVL will be there and my attendance is required. Vampire crime rate is on the up in Dallas. I suspect Nan Flanagan will be looking for blood, specifically my blood, due to the fact I am Sheriff."

"It is hardly your fault," Amelia said. "You have been on patrol most nights. You need some other people in your area to help."

"The fact that they think they can get away with this kind of behaviour in my area is shocking to say the least," Godric said as Amelia tossed away the kitchen roll. "My reputation usually precedes me. It should be enough to keep them in line. I can only suspect they are new vampires who do not know of me yet."

"But they will?"

"These vampires need to be made an example of," Godric said. "No doubt the Magister will deal with them as he sees fit, but I need to find them. I need to do something."

"You never said that this was an issue," Amelia informed Godric, moving to stand in front of him, her hands going to his shoulders and squeezing them. "Why do you think it suddenly is?"

"I do not know," Godric admitted, "but I shall find out."

"You could have told me," Amelia said. "You kept this quiet."

"Because it will be something of nothing," Godric shrugged. "It will be something that can be resolved with ease, I shall see to that. Besides, I did not think it to be important."

"Well, I think it seems pretty important," Amelia said to him. "You…you look tired, Godric…and pale…paler than usual."

Godric managed to force himself to smile. "I am fine."

"But you are not," Amelia retorted. "If you need some blood then just ask. When was the last time you drank? You need to keep your strength up and you know that I am more than happy to help you."

"I know," Godric nodded, kissing her chastely.

He pulled back as Amelia moved a hand to her hair, gathering it into her hands and pulling it over one shoulder. His eyes shifted to her neck, looking at the pale skin and imagining what it would feel like to sink his fangs into her skin once more. He could not deny that he longed to taste her again. Moving a hand to the back of her head, Godric let his fingers run down her hair over her shoulder, tangling into the end that rested on her chest.

"I only need very little blood, my love," Godric told her. "But I will heal you, if you are certain."

"Of course," she nodded.

Godric felt his fangs snick downwards as he leaned forwards, still seated on the stool as Amelia stood between his legs. Moving an arm behind her, he firmly held her waist as he felt her hands on his upper arms, holding them softly. His nose ran the length of her neck, feeling her shudder as he breathed out after holding in a deep breath. He tested her skin for a brief second, his fangs pressing against the skin before he let them tear through. He heard her try to hold in a moan of pain, but those moans soon turned to ones of pleasure as he drank from her.

Closing his eyes, Godric tried to restrain himself, but he was finding it quite difficult. He continued to drink before he felt Amelia's weight grow in his arms. He pulled back then, his fangs still protruding from his mouth as he looked to Amelia. He saw her eyes widen as he wiped his mouth, licking his lips as he heard her breathing hitch at the sight of him. Pressing a finger to his fangs, he then healed the wound before he let his fangs retract.

"Thank you," Godric nodded once.

"What time did you say your meeting was?" Amelia wondered.

"One," Godric said.

"Do you need me to come with you?" Amelia asked from him. "I'm happy to come with you-"

"-No," Godric interrupted, shaking his head as he wiped away the dried blood on her skin with his thumb, feeling her shudder as he kept a hand dipped into the small of her back. "I know you only want to support me, but this is vampire business that I must deal with on my own. I shall be fine, Amelia. I assure you."

"Okay," she nodded. "If you're sure."

"I am sure," Godric promised her. "However, I do not need to leave the nest for another five hours."

"So what do you want to do?" Amelia asked and Godric moved his hands from her back, coming over her waist and down to her thighs as he clasped the end of her skirt, pushing it upwards on her thighs. Amelia laughed once as Godric moved to his feet, trapping her against the worktop and cupboards.

"I think we both know how a human and a vampire can feel after feeding," Godric said to her as he tugged her skirt to her waist and his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her tights. He bent down slightly as he tugged the woollen material down her thighs, his fingers tickling against her soft skin as he stopped at her knees and then ripped them off, the tearing noise echoing through the kitchen.

"Hey!" Amelia complained. "Godric, tights aren't cheap."

"Neither is that underwear set you are wearing, but I intend to destroy that very soon too," Godric responded as he grabbed her by the backs of her thighs, hauling her upwards and against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"You are not ruining anything else," she warned him.

Godric smirked. "I doubt you are in a position to complain," Godric said to her, kissing down her neck before whispering in her ear. "Besides, I can smell your arousal."

"Godric!" Amelia chastised him before shaking her head.

Godric chuckled and kissed her squarely on the lips. "I apologise, my love," Godric said. "But there is something about you that I find quite insatiable."

Amelia laughed as he carried her forwards and towards the staircase. "That sounds slightly more romantic," Amelia said.

"Again, I have never been called romantic before," Godric said. "But I guess I have never fallen for someone quite like I have you."

Amelia managed a smile then, uncertain of what else she could say to him. She knew that she adored Godric. She knew that she was falling for him. There could be no denying that. But could she tell him that she loved him? Did she know if she did love him? She suspected she was on the way to falling in love with him. But she didn't entirely know what to say in that moment. Thankfully, Godric didn't seem to mind. Instead he smiled and pecked her lips.

"I know," was all he said.

"I…I…feel the same, Godric," Amelia promised him. "Don't think that I don't."

Godric smiled gently. "I do not need words to know how you feel," he promised her. "We both know how we feel and that is all that matters."

Amelia nodded before kissing him once more, wondering if she already knew how she felt and if that was part of the problem.

…

Godric had left Amelia sleeping, knowing that it would be for the best. He had dressed silently after a quick shower. He had placed a soft kiss to Amelia's forehead and left her in her own bed in the guest room she had made her own. He had left a note on the drawers, wishing her a good day when she woke. The meeting had been due to take place at one in the morning at the Hotel Carmilla in the function room, a place that Godric was familiar with.

While the general meeting had been filled with local vampires worried over vampires attacking humans in Dallas, Godric knew that Nan Flanagan wanted to talk privately with him. As soon as they entered the meeting room, Godric knew that something was troubling her. He said nothing as he took a seat to her right at the large wooden table, fingers laced on top of the surface.

"You're fucking things up, Sheriff," Nan told him.

Godric arched a brow. "Excuse me?" he responded.

"It's pretty simple to understand, isn't it?" Nan snapped back at him. "Why the fuck do you think there is so much crime in Dallas right now?"

"I do not know," Godric snapped back as Nan finally flounced into a seat, arms folding over her chest as she arched a brow. "Perhaps it has to do with the fact that there are too many new vampires-"

"-It's because you are too busy fucking your human for them to be scared of you," Nan interrupted, not wanting to listen to Godric's many reasons. "You're losing your touch, Sheriff. We need someone who can keep order in Area Nine."

Godric pursed his lips, not entirely enjoying the way that Nan was talking to him, but perhaps she had a point. Had he been so blind? Had he been so remiss?

"There is talk among some of the vampires here that you've turned soft," Nan continued, drumming her fingers on the table in front of her. "They say that you aren't noticing what you once did. It's because of that why they think they can get away with breaking the Vampire Law. Plus we've got Steve Newlin adding fuel to the fire."

Godric nodded once. "I see," he commented.

"Do you?" Nan demanded from him. "You know, people love you, Godric. The humans who aren't with Steve fucking Newlin adore you and that human of yours, but it's not them who we need on side. We need humans to feel safe again…but then you've got Stan who lives in your house and doesn't seem to mind disobeying the law, even though he lives with a Sheriff!"

"I shall rectify the situation," Godric assured Nan. "I shall patrol the area more often."

"People used to fear you, Godric," Nan said. "Why else do you think you were made Sheriff? Hell, you could have been King if you wanted, but you settled with Sheriff. You need to show them that you earned your reputation as Death for a reason. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," Godric said.

"Good," Nan nodded once. "Although I have to say that I had thought your relationship with the Jones girl was just for show. Turns out it's real, huh?"

"Very much so," Godric said.

Nan scoffed and moved to her feet, flattening her dress down her lap as she did so and rolled her eyes. "What's so special about her that she had two vampires running around her? She better be a good fuck, Godric, or else you're turning weak for nothing."

Godric moved in a second then, his speed and agility besting Nan as he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall. She grunted once and let out a short gasp as Godric kept his gaze hooded and his face stoically calm, despite his hard grip on Nan.

"I know your position in the AVL, Ms Flanagan," Godric said. "But you should also know that I am over two thousand years old. I have killed countless humans and vampires for daring to do nothing but look at me in the wrong way. Can you imagine what I might do if someone spoke out of turn?"

Letting her go, Godric let his hands dangle by his sides as Nan glowered at him. She shook her head. "I could have you terminated for that," she snarled at him.

"Then do it," Godric said. "Find someone else to clean up the mess in Dallas. I doubt there would be anyone who could do it as quickly as I can. You say that people used to be scared of my reputation, Ms Flanagan? Believe me, I shall ensure that they still are, but perhaps you should also understand that too."

Nan said nothing then, choosing to purse her lips before she saw Godric walk away without giving her a second glance. A part of her wanted to punish him for what he had done to her. She was the spokesperson for the AVL. She had considerable power. But she knew Godric. She knew the rumours about him. She had heard the stories. Even a small part of her feared what he might be capable of, despite his calm demeanour he presented. Besides, he was the best person to clean up this mess if he got his backside in gear.

"You have one week!" she called out to him. "Or else the AVL take action."

Godric did not acknowledge her comment. Instead he let his teeth grind together as he left the Hotel, pulling out the car keys from his pocket. Instead of letting the valet park his car, Godric had arrived early enough to park a block away, preferring time for a short walk in the fresh air. He shook his head with disgust as he wondered how he could have been so naïve, the cool night air hitting him as he walked down the sidewalk.

Had he truly been so enamoured by Amelia that he had neglected his duties? He had been patrolling in the evening as often as possible, Isabel by his side to help him. He did not know that things had become quite so bad, but he also did not know that it was down to people not respecting him. He had been blinded. Vampires had been blinded. They needed to be reminded that he was the law in the area. He may not be King of Area Nine, but he was Sheriff. He would see that those who dared to break the law understood that when they faced his wrath.

As he unlocked his car, he turned his head to the side as another vehicle pulled up alongside his. He said nothing as he saw the window roll down, a familiar face appearing in his line of vision. He reacted then, snarling as his fangs dropped into view. The man in the back of the large SUV chuckled, pushing a hand through his neatly coiffed hair.

"Don't worry, fang, I have no intention of killing you just yet."

"Then what do you want?"

His lips arched then. "Get in the car and find out."

…

Amelia awoke the following morning on her own in the guest room. She flung her arm out to the side as her alarm blared at seven. She finally hit the button and rolled to her other side, longing to see Godric resting besides her, but the space was empty. She sighed once and sat up, tugging the duvet with her as she reached for her robe at the end of the bed. Slipping into it, she moved to the bathroom across the hall, looking down to Godric's bedroom. The door was wide open and she furrowed her brow before moving over to it, peering inside to find the bed made.

She moved down the stairs then, sensing that it was eerily quiet. Stan was no doubt at some friend's house and Isabel would probably be with Hugo. Amelia stepped into the kitchen, looking around before her eyes settled on Godric's study. She couldn't hear any noise coming from the room, but she knew how silent he could be when working.

Folding her fingers into a fist, she knocked on the door. It only took a moment before Godric stood before her, the door held open in his fingers. His head peeked around the corner as he kept the door covering his body. Looking to her, she arched a brow before seeing a look she couldn't read passed his face.

"Godric, the sun is out," Amelia said. "Is everything alright? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"I am perfectly well," Godric promised her. "I have business to attend to and the sun has just risen. I shall rest soon."

"Okay," Amelia drawled, not entirely happy with his answer, but she knew how stubborn he could be. "Did everything go okay last night?"

"It was fine," Godric assured her. "Amelia, I must finish business, my love. I will speak with you when you return this evening. Jared is driving you to campus today. I spoke with him last night about it."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Are you still insisting that I have some vampire bodyguard? Godric, it has been two weeks and the Newlins haven't mentioned me in any interview or anything."

"Precautions," Godric spoke and moved to kiss her chastely on the lips. "Now I shall see you this evening."

Amelia watched him close the door then and she shook her head. Sighing, she wondered why he had acted so strange before she went back up the stairs to shower. Godric listened to her walk away before leaning against the wood and closing his eyes. He should have told her what had happened the previous night. He shouldn't keep things from her. He hated it when she kept things from him. But he didn't want to worry her. He couldn't see her panicked and no doubt she would be if she knew the truth.

Looking down for a second, Godric knew that he should have killed him. He should have killed him and faced the consequences. Fuck Nan Flanagan. Fuck the AVL. But then Amelia would be ruined. Every decision Godric made the previous night had been for Amelia. But he swore that nothing would happen to her. He just knew he had to tell her the truth before she heard it from someone else.

…

A/N: A bit of mystery at the end. If anyone is still reading, do let me know what you think. I know it has been a while since the last update!