A/N: Okay, so I didn't get any reviews for last chapter, which is exactly what I expected but still it would've been awesome to get at least one. Anyhow, I had been working on that chapter for about two months and I finally was able to finish it and upload it last weekend. Now, let's get going on this next chapter :)

Chapter Song: Don't Gotta Work It Out by Fitz and The Tantrums

Chapter 25: It Hurts To Be Wrong

Galen woke up at exactly 6:25pm. Her body was still getting used to the time differences but she was able to pull herself out of the comfortable bed still. She hurried into the elaborate bathroom, not having time to bask in all its glory, and took a shower. Afterward, she quickly blow dried her hair and brushed it before searching through her suitcase for something to wear.

Finally, she settled on a detailed red drape and lace Bodycon dress and black Louboutin platform heels. She quickly applied some makeup to her face and pulled her hair back into a tight, sleek bun before fastening a black choker around her neck. According to her phone, it was now 6:58pm. Sighing, she decided she should probably get a move on.

As Galen walked down the dim hallway to the study with only the sound of her heels filling her heels, she was suddenly struck by how hungry she was. "I hope there's food involved here." Galen muttered to herself as she pushed open the door of the study.

Not noticing anyone else was in the room, she headed straight for the table in front of her, which was piled high with fruit, cheese, vegetables, meat, sandwiches, and, oddly enough, sodas. Oblivious to the multiple pairs of eyes on her, she loaded a plate high with food and snatched up a Sprite before turning around to face the occupants of the room.

They all stared back at her blankly.

"I know you guys think I'm some uncultured newbie but, trust me, if you were as hungry as I am right now, you'd be attacking this table, too. So, no judging." Galen spoke out loud.

A booming laugh exploded into the air from her right. "Such a wonderful feeling it is when your expectations meet reality exactly."

Galen spun around and faced the speaker. The man was a bit short, with peppery hair and slate colored eyes. His skin looked weathered, as if he spent whatever free-time he had outside toiling fields. He was top heavy and looked taller sitting down than standing up. "I'm Francis Bairn. You, my dear, are Galen Frost. And might I add that it is simply wonderful to finally meet you in the flesh."

She smiled and nodded at Francis. He seemed very nice and could potentially be another friend to her as Niall had somewhat become. She looked around at the other representatives of the major factions of the supernatural community. Her eyes traveled over every single one before stopping on the last.

Dark brown eyes connected with ash-gray eyes.

Galen felt her heart sink to her stomach, and felt her stomach sink through the floor. A sort of nervousness began to course through her, causing her hands to shake slightly. The plate she was holding moved slightly. But instead of losing her cool and dropping it all, she smiled and said, "It's nice to see you, Godric.". Then she took her seat.

The meeting went by sluggishly. Lately, Galen had realized she could still absorb what someone was saying to her even if she wasn't entirely paying attention to them. There was a coven of particularly nasty witches in Budapest that needed to be dealt with. There had been a spike in werewolf attacks near Tegucigalpa, Honduras as well. Apparently, the states of Oregon and Washington needed new regents and the High Council was reviewing potential candidates to send to the Authority. All in all, it was rather boring and Galen was beginning to wonder why she'd agreed to do this in the first place.

Godric had not looked at her at all throughout the meaning. He offered his opinions on the issues, though Galen only chimed in when she felt she absolutely needed to. Godric's lack of eye contact made it difficult to plan how Galen would be able to stop him and apologize about what had gone on between them. Then again, maybe a room full of supernaturals wasn't the best place for her apology. She didn't trust any of these people just yet, save for Godric, Niall, and maybe Francis.

All too soon, the meeting was over and after making several journeys to and from the food table, Galen was stuffed. After saying goodnight to all the members, including Godric, Galen made her way back to her room to change out of her meeting attire. She had plans to explore the compound and the area around it. She felt the need to distance herself from real life for a few hours.

After removing her makeup and letting her hair down, Galen dressed in a small hoodie and yoga pants before exiting her living area. Her bare feet padded along the cold marble floors as she passed maids, cooks, and butlers on her way to a door she'd noticed when she first came in.

The door led outside and moments later, Galen was walking away from the compound and towards the sound of water slapping against the shore. Soon, she found herself sitting on the edge of a low cliff that sat inside an indented portion of rock near the sea. Her feet dipped into the slightly chilled water every now and then and Galen relished in the feeling.

Her mind began to wander. How much different would things have become if she'd only just listened to Godric? How different would things be if she'd just trusted him the way he told her she could? In all honesty, Galen felt empty and torn up looking back on how she'd treated Godric. If she could go back in time and just keep her mouth shut, she would. But then, she thought, she would not be the reflective, more thoughtful person she was now.

Maybe she should move permanently to the compound. She certainly loved it here and it was the perfect break from real life she needed. She was falling in love with the calm, relaxing ocean sounds, in love with the cool water, with the crisp and comforting breeze blowing through her hair, with the the fact that she could clearly see the stars in the night sky as she never had before.

Footsteps sounded behind her and Galen spun around, immediately on guard. But her body more or less deflated when she saw who it was.

Godric.

He had no particular expression on his face, was not saying anything. If Galen didn't know him she would say that he was relatively calm and stolid. However, knowing him like she did, or thought she did, she knew he was in deep thought, processing many things at once.

Deciding he probably didn't even want to hear her voice, Galen turned back around and dipped her feet in the water again. She watched as the bright light of the moon caught her skin and made it virtually glow. She smiled slightly and ran a hand through her hair. Her mind was going a mile a minute now that Godric had arrived. Would now be a good time to apologize to him? Would there ever be a good time to apologize to him after all she'd put him through?

"It's nice to see you, Godric," Galen repeated her previous statement from the meeting. She smiled slightly at him and turned back to face the dark sea. There was something so utterly calming about it all. She felt she could stay in that moment forever.

"You look well," Godric said. "Happy."

He was very, very wrong about the happy part. Of course, Galen didn't respond, but nodded instead. "I could say the same for you." she said eventually.

"You know," Godric said, sitting down next to her on the edge of the cliff. "I have a feeling that it is no coincidence you are here as I am."

She smiled to herself as her mind went back to the conversation she'd had with Niall. It seemed that he had purposely avoided telling her who would take the vacant vampire position on the High Council. Yes, the more she thought about it, the more set up it all seemed to be. But Galen would not complain. She had done enough of that. And that was when it all came tumbling out.

"Godric, I need to apologize to you, truly apologize to you." Galen said suddenly.

Godric eyed her, a blank expression on his face. His eyes darted back toward the sea before he turned to face her fully. "Go on." he said simply.

Galen mimicked him and placed both her hands in her lap, as she had a tendency to wring them when she was nervous about something. Taking a deep breath, she began.

"I don't know why I didn't see this before. Maybe it was my stubbornness or my stupidity , maybe it was my trust issues or maybe it was just me, but I want to to say to you that I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart for all the bullshit I put you through and all the terrible things I said to you. I understand now that I overreacted a majority of the time but most importantly, I didn't trust that you had my best interests in mind the entire time. I also realized that, despite the fact that I thought I was going to die, we moved into our relationship way too fast. We barely knew or know anything about each other! If you asked me right now, I couldn't even tell you what your favorite ice cream is." Galen explained.

Godric chuckled to himself. "I am two thousand years old, Galen. I do not have a favorite ice cream."

Cracking a small smile, she started talking again. "The point I'm trying to make here, Godric, is that I want to put everything that happened between us behind us. I want us to be friends. Good friends. I want you to know, too, that I am changing and maybe one day I'll become someone you will actually look forward to being around."

The silence between them after Galen's apology seemed to stretch on and on. Worried, but not surprised, that Godric wouldn't accept her apology, she got up and dusted the back of her pants off. "It's getting late. I'll see you around." Galen knew Godric would not respond and was positively correct.

She began walking back to the compound and fifteen minutes later she was tucked safely into her bed with the lights off. The bright light of the moon shine down on her bed, which was positioned under a skylight. Sighing, she stretched a bit and soon was asleep.

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