Clara's POV

Have you ever had some kind of weird out of body experience? Like one second you are okay, what you're going through it not great, but you'll live. Then the next second someone drops a bomb that you weren't expecting… Now it is kind of like watching everything happen around you but you yourself are closed off, and it keeps coming closer. I think this is what people would call a panic attack, but it is unlike one I've ever had before.

The man who was the only one left standing was pleading with Godric, as Godric was inquiring forcibly about why this happened. I could hear the words, but it was like listening through water.

Fellowship of the Sun and Reverend Steve Newlin…

"That kitten is a monster just like you!" The man spat, "Taking the form of a little girl. Surely not one of God's creations." I heard him rant through his pain. Currently the Kitten's purring seemed to be the only thing holding me here. I stroked her fur as I took several deep breaths trying to calm myself.

"Clara?" Eric appeared next to me causing me to jump.

"Y-yes?" He frowned at my stutter.

"Don't tell me you fear us." He said I could hear the accusation though it took a moment to process.

"I don't feel well Eric." I admitted. "I think… I'm fixing to pass out. Vision is getting darker as I watch what is going on around me."

"I suppose I can understand how this may be a lot to take in… however I am going to need you to remain strong. You will be the only one who can calm Godric at this point."

"and you may be the worst offender!" The man spat. "You surround yourself with these monsters!" It took me a minute to realize he was talking to me.

"I wish you would shut up." I remarked as I moved to sit on the ground, the building was beginning to spin. I'm not taking any of this well… what will Godric think when he calms down? Do I really fear him?

As if responding to my words… Godric knocked the man out and dropped him to the ground. He was by my side the next second, kneeling beside me. I looked up at him, feeling heavy, his gaze was fierce but in a weird way seemed soft at the same time. "I'm okay." I found myself assuring him, even though I wasn't sure if that was really the case, but Eric's words ran through my mind. It concerned me, if I was to pass out right now... what would happen?

Godric slid on of his arms under my legs, the other wrapped around my back and he effortlessly picked me up. The little kitten snuggled into my chest, seeming to try to make herself invisible.

Ivy's POV.

It was not easy for me to stand on the sidelines and watch this. However, right now Godric was very much the predator and he seemed to have no ill intentions towards ClarBear but the rest of us needed to steer clear for the time being. She was growing weaker by the second and Godric could sense it, his body tensed as she faded in and out of consciousness. Was it shock that had her reacting this way? I glanced at Eric, who had a semi submissive stance, though he stood in front of me protectively. Ryan for once was wisely keeping his mouth shut and staying out of sight. Idiots can learn new tricks, who knew? "I will be taking her to the nest." Godric informed us before he sped off. Tension seemed to flood from the room, however I was reminded of one MINOR detail as three men groaned on the floor.

"Oh right…" I hummed and approached the one who I hadn't really seen before. I sat on his chest, just enough pressure to make it hard to breath but not impossible and then began slapping him awake. As soon as his eyes opened, I grinned happily and informed him as I held his own knife to his throat. "I want answers bitch." Getting his pocket knife from his jacket had been too easy. I could hear Eric growl behind me, oops he must not be happy about me touching another male. Oh, the fuck well Dear. "You harmed my best friend, and you WILL tell me why or I'll start with you and end with the mouthiest motherfucker in your group. Their will only be pieces of you left." My words were a promise and I believe he knew that because the next second, he began spilling all his secrets like a forgiveness seeking sinner would to a priest.

He told me that he was a member of the Fellowship of the Sun. Their Reverend Steve Newlin had recently lost his family in a supposed car crash, but the family had really been wiped out by vampires. The not so good Reverend was on a revenge mission against the species. Moron. When the kitten had be discovered she had really been a little girl, the men had spooked her accidentally by firing a gun into the air to get a Soldier of the Suns attention. She had changed into the kitten and they had been hunting for her since this morning. Believing her to be a creature of the devil.

At the very end of his speech I struck him hard in the head with the hilt of his blade and stood up, feeling sick to my stomach. "These men need to be moved and the hall needs to be cleaned. Ryan go see what you can raid from the hall closets to remove any evidence we were here." I said unable to keep the disgust from my voice.

"Yes captain." Ryan remarked sarcastically before disappearing down the hall.

"Fucking moron." I mumbled under my breath.

"Scary bitch!" Ryan yelled from wherever he was, oh lookie he must have known I would insult him.

"As much as I am enjoying this, we have idiots who do the dirty work for us, let's call Stan." Eric remarked looking very much the smug Viking prince that he is.

"Yes, but Stan won't make this personal, you see they fucked with my best friend. I'm sensing three unmarked graves in their future." I thought for a moment, "Maybe I should go ahead and get a shovel for you so you can start digging."

"Ivy. I've had a thousand years to make murder look like child's play, lets leave it to the professional. I really don't feel like breaking you out of jail."

"Kill joy."

"What the fuck!?" Ryan practically yells rounding the corner, "here's your cleaning supplies you disturbing fucks. Gonna leave now before I can be corrupted."

"You are already a witness Ryan, accomplice, and dare say you will be a victim if you pussy out on me."

"Fine fine, syco." He was grinning unable to hide his amusement.

"There really is something wrong with us." I told them laughing.

"you think?" Ryan quipped.

"Let's just get this over with so we can go see if my maker is going to release your friend anytime soon." We got straight to work after that, including wiping the idiot's memories and sending them on their way with a dramatic message for Steve Newlin. Don't fuck with the people I love, I'll ruin your life.