Ivy's POV.
We didn't get to see Clara for a few days, outside of her using Godric's cell phone to video chat me. She wouldn't tell me much when we talked other than she was trying to understand. Which I could understand, life just threw some curveballs our way. First, there is a little shifter girl that seems to have attached herself to my best friend and now Clara is adjusting to the fact that the first man she's let get close to her in a long time is, in fact, a powerful vampire. Regardless, I took the silence at home to get some much-needed homework down and prepared for our finals which were coming up real soon… this semester passed quickly. I blame the vampires.
Ryan as usual throws open the door, the door slamming into the wall on the opposite side and the proud fucker stands there with the biggest grin plastered on his face before all I hear is, "I'd like you to meet Isabel!"
"You could have at least called, I mean I'm in my pajamas. The living room is decorated with textbooks, chip bags, and I think that's scrap paper on the coffee table. I would have liked to have cleaned up first." I stood up from my spot on the couch. "I would have also warmed up some Trueblood, hospitability and all." It was like watching an overly excited child as he walked through the door and looked from me to his vampire. I could tell that he knew I was just giving him a hard time and really I was happy for him, I did worry that he probably caused her a lot of trouble Ryan being Ryan.
"Invite her in Ivy."
"Welcome to my currently messy apartment, sorry. Would you like to come in Isabel?"
"It is quite alright; Ryan and I were in the neighborhood. Although I did think he had spoken with you before our arrival. Would have only been the polite thing to do." She told me as she walked in, her words a minor scolding to Ryan who seemed to morph from excited man-child to sad puppy-dog in seconds. "Though I feel I should inform you, my Sherriff seems to possess no intention of returning your roommate."
"Oh… well… I'll go get her when I want her around. Right now, it's quiet there's no nagging. I'm all good and she is very very safe and unable to get into any more trouble." She and Ryan laughed, and I cleaned off the couch really quickly. "Speaking of trouble, how is she?"
"Well…" She started as she took a seat. "Have you met you, Stan?"
"Idiot with a cowboy hat, haven't met him. Eric has told me a lot about him." I responded taking a seat in the chair as Ryan sat down beside her.
"Godric was going to kill him. Right around that time Clara woke up, she asked him with the most innocent expression on her face if this was going to be his new normal."
I nod and slightly laugh. "Yup sounds like Clara."
She smiled. "She is now under lock and key in his bedroom. I do not believe he knows what to do."
Wait... "Correct me if I'm wrong here but he's a couple of thousand years old and he cannot figure out how to handle an eighteen-year-old?"
Ryan gave a slight nod as Isabel answered, "It is more of her upbringing that is inhibiting how he should proceed with her, he seems to be over-analyzing every minute detail and I do worry he may drive himself mad, though thankfully she does not seem opposed to what he is."
"I need pictures and video, this is funny as hell," I told her laughing, picturing it in my head. "Tell Stan to get it if you are worried about losing an arm."
"Will be done." She laughed and pulled out her phone, I'm assuming to text Stan.
**A few days earlier**
Clara's POV.
There is nothing quite like waking up to the sounds of growling. I was a bit surprised to see Godric had pinned a man wearing a cowboy hat to the wall by his throat. I could tell this man was a vampire though, his fangs on display. The kitten was hidden against my side, seemly petrified and that urged me to put a stop to this somehow. Though if I am being honest, his actions had me second-guessing even speaking at this moment, let alone moving.
"Godric… is this going to be your new normal?" Of all the things to ask… that is what comes out of my mouth. I could tell by his slight shift in stance that I had caught him off guard, he was now looking at me. Well, at least I have his attention… damn me and my stupidity. "What did the man do?"
"He tried to bite you while you were unconscious." His response was straight to the point and made my heart pick up its already frantic pace.
"Thank you for saving me… again." I was now standing, and the Kitten had moved to hide under the pillows. One glance over and I seemed to be fine, my throat was a bit sore and I'm sure slightly bruised but other than that should be the biggest concern was the cowboy hat-wearing vampire who thought it was okay to sink his fangs into me. However, my focus was on Godric. "Can we talk?"
"Let me finish up and then we may talk."
"Okay." I didn't question him, though I did worry about what Godric was going to do with the other vampire. Though when I blinked, they were gone. Now the question is what am I going to say to him when he comes back… and where the hell am I?
