Godric laughed, "Feeling alright?"

Shit, he could tell, I thought opening my eyes and slamming my jaw shut.

"Fine," I squeaked.

Damnit!

Godric shook his head looking down at me with kind eyes.

"You should drink," he said offering me his wrist.

I nodded. Drinking his blood seemed to be an everyday kind of thing now.

I was still laying on top of my hoodie completely bare from the waist up. My hair was pushed to the side giving Godric a clear view of my back.

I took in one single gulp and push his hand away. Godric gazed over my back watching the holes close and heal. I saw his hand reach out to touch me. I felt his cold fingers slowly ride down the curve of my back to be beginning of my jeans.

"Fully healed?" I asked actually enjoying his tender touch.

Godric shook his head snapping back to life. He quickly withdrew his hand and looked away from me with wide eyes.

"Yes," he answered.

I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. If Godric could blush, now would be the time.

He turned his back to me giving me some privacy as I got up from the floor. My shirt was completely ruined beyond repair. I threw on my hoodie to cover myself until later. I picked up my t-shirt and bra knowing the best place for them was in the garbage.

I turned back to Godric seeing his back still to me. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He seemed a little surprised but reached up to hold my hand in his.

"Are you getting bored of my near death experiences yet?" I joked whispering in his ear.

"I can see them coming now," Godric replied.

"You can?" I asked standing on my tip toes to rest my chin on his shoulder.

"Since you've been taking in so much of my blood, I can hear and feel your heartbeat," Godric explained. "Your heart jumps and speeds up when your in a tough situation."

"So, you listen to my heartbeat… daily?" I asked.

"It's kind of hard not to," Godric answered. "We are… so close… and you've had so much of my blood."

I kissed his cheek and released him, "I don't mind it."

Godric watched me as I headed back around the corner to the stairs. I glared down at Stan making sure he wouldn't reach out and grab my ankle as I passed him. He snarled looking up at me as I passed.

"It's pathetic how he treats her," Stan said out loud.

"It's called love, Stan," Isabel shot back as I headed up the stairs. "A cold hearted man like you wouldn't understand at all."

I walked over to my room seeing the night sky out the broken windows. We were gunna need to repair those before people got too curious. The neighbors might even call the cops.

I shook my head entering my bathroom. I threw the blood stained clothes into the waste basket and started removing my jeans. A shower was definitely called for after all that drama. Even if the glass wasn't in my skin anymore I could still feel it poking at me.

I ran the shower on extra hot letting it steam up the room. My mind was still on the floor in the basement. The things I felt when Godric was just pulling out glass were the same as my dream. His fiery breath on my skin, the icy touch of his fingers, and the teasing his teeth did. I had felt it before in a dream and now it was becoming reality.

I sighed turning off the shower and stepping out.

I am such a fucking school girl!

I exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel seeing a suitcase on my bed. I noticed it was full and zipped shut ready to be transported. I looked around the room expecting someone to be in it; nothing.

I quickly dressed into my usual attire before I went to find Godric. It was quite easy to find him as I stepped out of my bedroom. He stood next to Stan, who was still chained up, staring at the front door.

"What's going on?" I asked quietly.

"Stan has a court date tonight," Godric answered. "We are all going to the Hotel Carmilla for a night or two."

Isabel passed me from behind with my suit case in hand. I watched her then zoom out putting it into the trunk of the car.

"Only a night or two?" I repeated.

"Yes," Godric answered now looking over at me. "Until the Magister decides Stan's punishment."

Stan growled.

Godric struck him over the head causing Stan to double over, "Silence."

I raised my eyebrows up. Godric had such strength for a man that could be so gentle.

"Lacey, get in the passenger seat of the car," Isabel said appearing in front of me. "Godric is going to sit in back with Stan."

"Alright," I said breaking my gaze from Godric to walk out to the car.

The night was very still when I exited the house. It seemed a little… too quiet.

I entered the car seeing Isabel already in the driver's seat. She glanced over at the front door. I followed her gaze seeing Godric slowly walk Stan out. He was wearing gloves to protect from the silver and Stan looked like a prisoner in shackles.

I could hear Stan's skin burning beneath the silver when he entered the car. A noise that reminded me of Godric burning beneath the silver back at the church.

"Try to escape and I'll have the Magister hunt you down," Godric said taking off the gloves. "And you know how much fun that will be for him."

Isabel smiled as we drove off.

"How far away is this hotel?" I asked.

"It's in Dallas," Isabel answered.

Then why not just run there instead of drive? Probably because we have a convict.

The car ride barely lasted fifteen minutes before I saw the hotel. It was pretty large but I haven't been in many hotels in my life. Why this one, why is it so special?

"The Magister will be waiting for us in the back courtyard," Godric said stepping out of the car.

"Do they know?" Isabel asked.

"Yes, the entire hotel staff knows," Godric answered.

I got out of the car seeing a valet take Isabel's keys. I looked up at the large building again wondering why this hotel was the meeting place for a court appearance.

"Lacey," Godric said holding onto Stan's chains like he was a dog. "I want you to go to the room and wait there for me."

My eyebrows came together and separated, "Okay?"

"Sorry, no humans allowed," Stan chuckled.

Godric jerked on his chain causing him to choke.

"But yes, it is vampire's only," Godric added walking off.

I watched Isabel, Stan, and Godric head to the back of the hotel. I began to wonder if I would ever see Stan again. I wouldn't exactly miss him sneaking up on me for his own amusement.

I walked into the hotel and was immediately recognized.

"Lacey Jackson," a man said approaching me. "Godric sends his apologies once again and asked me to escort you to your room."

"Um, I'm pretty sure I can-"

"Not in this hotel," he said shaking his head.

"And why not?" I asked seeing my luggage in his hands.

"Being an AB negative in a hotel full of vampires is quite possibly the most dangerous time to be alone," he answered.

"You're a vampire?" I asked.

"No, the staff here isn't, our guests that spend the night are," he answered walking towards the elevator.

"Is that why this place is so special?" I asked following him.

"Yes, we are, pretty much, the only vampire friendly hotel in the United States," he said entering the elevator.

So, if being in a house full of vampire's was bad, being in a hotel of vampires was even worse, I thought.

I watched in shock as the elevator passed all the main floors. The number didn't even light up when we came to the correct floor. The doors opened and all I could see was a small space with one large door ahead of me. We weren't on a regular hotel floor.

"Where are we?" I asked as he walked to the door.

"Godric is the sheriff in Dallas," he explained. "So, of course he has his own penthouse suite in the hotel."

My jaw fell as the door opened. It was very luxurious. Stainless steal in the kitchen, a real Persian rug in the living room, countless pieces of art on the walls and standing, a huge master bedroom, and a bathroom big enough to play baseball in.

"Does he ever use it?" I asked more to myself than my escort.

"This is the first time since the Hotel Carmilla has opened," he answered walking back to the door.

"Good evening, sheriff," my escort said.

"What?" I asked looking around for Godric.

Godric appeared in front of me then as the door closed.

"How did he know you were coming before you got here?" I asked looking up at him.

"That's not important, right now you need to come with me," Godric said taking my wrist and pulling me along.

"What? What's going on?" I asked trying to keep up with him.

"The Magister requests your presence in the courtyard," Godric answered coldly.

"You said no humans allowed," I protested trying to take my wrist back.

"Stan made the assumption that I was going to turn you," Godric said picking me up off the ground. "I, of course, said that wasn't the truth and now the Magister wants to address the subject before continuing on with Stan's "boring" court issue."