Ivy's POV

"Eric don't tell Godric, but four guys are trying to beat Clara's ass over a white Kitten."

"Oh, look he's turning around."

"Well hun I can't look, ya'll are too far away. Now, I'm going to go sneak up on some fools and cram this broomstick up their asses." I could Ryan mumbling about not enough broomstick, a chainsaw would be better. "Where the fuck do you see a chainsaw, Ryan!"

"I don't know! Check the janitor's closet, he seems like the type." Ryan smarts off.

"We don't have time to check all the janitor closets on campus! Clara's probably getting her ass kicked right now!"

"You surprisingly have complete faith in her." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"NOOOO!" An ear-shattering scream was unleashed and could only mean one thing.

"Clara!" I shouted and took off running, accidentally dropping my phone.

Ryan's POV

"So… when did you turn Ivy cause that speed is unnatural," I asked Eric as I scooped up the phone and took after the panicking blonde. Though to be honest I was not doing much better.

"Your just weak Ryan." Eric tells me before he hangs up.

"Rude," I say to myself as I slip Ivy's phone into my pocket.

Eric's POV

I know I should not be amused. Nothing about this situation is humorous, and I very well may end up punished for this later. However, I have never seen Godric so unhinged. His grip on the steering wheel has already left several sharply bent angles, I will have to replace that. His focus was tuned into where we pinpointed Clara's location. As we got closer he got more wound up and the weird thing was that Godric seems to have forgotten he can fly. It is amazing how one human girl can do this to my maker.

I will take great pleasure in pointing this out later. I watched as he threw the gears into park and jumped out of the car, taking off his shirt during the process. "Are you preparing for bloodshed or just giving Clara a view?" Godric looked at me, with a piercing gaze that promised he'd deal with me later. Well shit… I am going to be punished. The next second, he was slipping into the building and I followed as close as I could behind him, before splitting off to catch the humans off guard from behind.

Somehow, I can imagine I will be forced to admit my surprise later this evening, as I caught sight of Ivy sneaking up on one of the men. Quickly I assessed the situation as I kept an eye on her. Clara was held by her arms, forced to her knees with her arms held back in a painful looking position. Her eyes were trained on the kitten which a man across from her held by the back of its neck, the animal's pitiful cries fueling a fire in the brunette. She would likely kill these men given the opportunity, though if the gun to the side of her head is any indication she will not be getting that chance today. Godric will kill all these fuckers. My complete attention was drawn back to Ivy as she let out some warrior cry and jumped on the back of the man holding a shotgun and proceeded to bash the broom handle against the back of his skull over and over. Well shit…

Clara's POV

I would like to pride myself on being able to get out of ridiculously painful situations but as I tested their grips I realized I would likely end up breaking at least one of my arms, if not both. That would not be an ideal outcome. Though, I could hardly think straight. Coming to understand the phrase 'seeing red' more now than ever. This entire situation is silly! All of this over a kitten, though I would never stand by and let something like this happen.

"…Ivy… any more of that and you'll kill the idiot."

"One more?"

"No." I sighed, not honestly caring if she killed him or not just not wanting my best friend to go to jail. Does this make me a bad person? Probably…

Holy shit! I panicked hitting my shoulder against the ground when the grips of the men disappeared from my arms. Two thuds were heard from both sides of me and I groaned in pain pushing myself up onto my knees again… yup… they are out cold… or dead… don't want to know. I move to stand up and kind of yelp as my left shoulder pops louder and painfully. "Did your shoulder just pop back into place?" Ivy asks as I get to my feet.

"I don't know but it hurt like a bitch." Hearing something behind me I whip around, and fear is replaced by slight annoyance but mostly grateful and happy… not telling him that. Ever. "Stop doing that." My attention is drawn away by the sound of the kitten mewing in pain.

"Let me go or the kitten dies!"

I whipped around and come fairly close to growling. "You motherfucker! Release the kitten or some help me I will personally rip out your innards and force feed them to your sorry ass!"

"You are in no position to threaten me!" He was playing tough, but you could see the desperation to get out.

Ryan chose that moment to speak. "Yo bastard, I need you to hush. Speak and I'll cut you." What the fuck… "Clara, I'm going to let the proverbial cat out of the bag. Your boyfriend and Eric are powerful vampires. Godric is the head vampire of this area."

I didn't even have time to process this information before Godric was walking by me. "Well since that's out. Let's have some fun." He grinned at the fool who held the kitten. "Give the cat to Clara now or I will give you something to fear for the rest of your pathetic life." His fangs were out as he spoke. How is it that I had no idea…? When the man refused, Godric disappeared, the cat appeared in my hand and the man was screaming as Godric was suddenly exerting quite a bit of force, at least to me, and shattered the guy's shoulder.

Why does he seem like a different person?

Why haven't I freaked out yet? I don't even know what to make of all of this but…

Godric and Eric are vampires…