A hundred things were going through my mind. One of those was I shouldn't be here, I should turn around and go back. I should run away and not look back, as this; this is a vampire that is incredibly hungry. Yet what stopped me from doing just that is the pain. I could feel his pain and I wasn't even touching him. It was radiating from him and into me, and I know that I have to help him. So, gathering my strength I looked the vampire in the eye as I made my way over to him, very steadily. With each step closer his hissing noises became louder.
"Godric please let me help you." I beg as I near him. The cage is unfortunately locked, and I know that I'm going to have to wait until tonight to help him as I don't have long before they will notice I'm gone.
However at least for now, I can heal him to some extent. I reach my hand forwards through the silver cage and I lay it on the side of his face, he leans slightly into my palm. My body is pressed up against the bars, and I can feel my life entering through my hand. His skin that was red with blood begins to heal, and where the silver cuts into his skin begins to scab over.
"Godric, I will come back tonight I promise, and I will bring some blood as well." His eyes still pitch black, soften as I speak and his form becomes less tense. Removing my hand from his face, the silver immediately begins to burn his skin again. 'Shit' I sigh out loud, realising there is nothing I can do, even if I were to stretch out even further I wouldn't be able to remove the silver from around him, not without Steve noticing when they come back in the morning.
I give up, and without thinking caress his face one last time, feeling how soft his pale skin feels in my palm, before pulling my arm away. Reading leaving him alone, "I'm sorry" I whisper and I have to stop myself from letting the tears fall.
"I'll be back, I promise" And so I leave him with my promise hanging in the air, and a small bubble of pain in my chest.
The rest of the day seemed to drag, however finally when Sarah and Steve had gone to bed I was able to sneak out of the house. Steve's key to the basement and the cage in my pocket ready for copying. And my money in my other pocket, to pay. This is what led me to the shop I'm in now, "Bargain Booze", a pack of Tru blood on the counter and the keys copied in my pocket. There were so many different types of blood to choose from, so I grabbed any. In which turned out to be A+.
"I wouldn't think a young girl like you, would be in need of true blood. I think you're hanging around with the wrong 'kind', miss." Says the cashier, as he puts through the Blood. His beard was greying around his mouth and chin, which lead to killer sideburns around his cheeks. His hair looked like he hadn't washed it in a while, let's just say greasy enough to fry an egg on. Gross.
"I'd like to say that who I hang around with doesn't matter to you." I say back as I give him my money. The correct amount, so I didn't have to wait for change, I grabbed the pack and made a quick escape out of the shop.
"You're making a big mistake, fang banger." I hear him call out behind as the door shuts. I had to hold in the urge to shiver, and not because of the cold weather.
Walking down the street to the church is quite scary, when its dark and I'm alone. I pull my jacket closer to me, as I walk, and before long, the church comes into view. The pull in my chest had faded by now, however the feeling that someone was following me was strong. I decided not to chance anything since the Cashier had given me the creeps, so I quickened my stride and then went around the back of the church to unlock the door. I follow the pull in my chest till I reach the basement door, unlocking it and pushing it open, I walk down the stairs. I don't realise I was holding my breath till I reached the bottom of the stairs and gulped in before my lungs began to burn.
Godric sat there, in the cage, in the same position as before with the silver wrapped around him. The silver had burnt even deeper into his skin, and I tried my best not to gip at the sight.
"Godric…" I call out, his eyes were closed.
"Yes Annabella?" He answers. His voice crystals clear however I could faintly hear the pain in his voice. His face looked like a calm mask, and his once white linens were bloody. At least his pants were, I can't say there was much left of his top.
I unlock the cage and pull the door open. His eyes snap straight to mine. I step closer to him slowly. Careful and making sure to keep my breathing equal.
"I…erm…I got you some blood, shall I start to remove the silver or do you want to drink the blood first?" I ask. There's a pause as he doesn't answer, his eyes roam over my form before locking back onto my eyes.
"How did you heal, me earlier? What are you, Annabella?" He asks me softly. I look away from his eyes and down at the silver wrapped around him. I don't answer him, as what can I say? I don't know what I am. I just woke up one day and all of a sudden, I could feel the pain of others, and I have wings on my back that flutter. I'm nothing more but a freak.
I bend down onto my knees and find one end of the silver.
"How much is this going to hurt?" I ask, as I begin to tug at it, the skin had somehow begun to stick to it.
"Just do it fast, Annabella, I'll be better when it's off. Trust me." Godric says.
I could feel his eyes on my face; we were so close to each other. My heart began to beat that little but faster, and the wings on my back began to make themselves known by fluttering lightly.
I nod my head, "Okay then…" Holding the end of the silver I stand up and then yank it quickly. His whole-body tenses, as does mine, as I watch it rip away with pieces of skin stuck to it. The silver that was wrapped around his top half was off, but I could see how deep it had burnt into the skin, through the holes in his nearly non- existence top.
"Again?" I ask him, unsure on whether to just remove it slowly from around his lower torso and hands. He nods his head in reply.
I move my hand further down the silver, and then I take a deep breath and yank it again. This time all the silver comes away from his body, loosening so he can slide his hands out from the silver. I throw the silver outside of the cage, and bend down onto my knees.
"Are you okay?" I reach into my bag and get a bottle of blood from the pack and reach out my hand. "Here, I got this for you. Hopefully it will help you heal. I didn't know which type to get you." I say, as I meet his eyes that hadn't left my face since I started to remove the Silver.
"What are you Annabella? Why are you helping me? You confuse me so much; I have never in my long life roaming this earth met someone as unique as you." He says to me.
I blush. I wouldn't necessarily call myself unique. I think Freak is a better description. I don't say this aloud, but I reach out with my hand and lay it on top of his arm. I can feel his body tense a little but I let my life travel from my midsection and into his. The wounds on his torso and arms begin to heal, and scab over; through this I can feel his life. It's never-ending and it's so large. As I'm healing him I make my life go towards his, and then I reach it and I gasp. He pulls away quickly obviously feeling me there and being uncomfortable as he let out a growl. "Sorry," I apologise immediately, and my hands become folded in my lap.
"What were you doing?" He asked, and his hand comes up to lift my chin to make me look him into his eyes.
"I could feel it." I said, he was obviously confused as his head moves to the side slowly.
"Feel what? I'm afraid you're going to have to clarify, child. Was that you….?" A small smile moves onto my face. He's so cute when he's confused, the way his eyes draw tight together.
"I could feel your life, every living thing has one, but yours was just so tempting I had to reach out with my own. It seemed never-ending. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." I say.
Godric stares at me for a long time, and however the silence that surrounds us is in no way awkward.
"I don't know what to make of you," He says after staring at me. His eyes are a wonderful blue colour and I can't help but look into them.
"What are you?" He asks, his voice sounds gentle yet commanding, and I can feel a pull in the back of my head, and I know straight away what he was trying to do. I pull away from him, like I had been burned.
"Don't you dare!" I say rather loudly. I stand up and back away.
"How dare you use your mind, power thing on me? I was trying to help you. And if you must know, I have no idea what I am." Hurt settled in my chest and lump settled in my throat. I look away blinking fast.
"I'm sorry, Annabella" His velvet voice caressed my heart, and I knew he meant no harm to me, but I couldn't help feeling hurt. But then again, he was probably making sure he was safe.
"Annabella, truly I'm sorry, please forgive me, it won't happen again." I relax and look back at him. He really did look sorry. I sigh and move back to the place I was sat and reach into my bag to take out another bottle of blood.
"I forgive you," I hand him the blood and take the empty one and put it into my bag.
"What were you trying to do anyway, what's it called?" I ask, curiosity filling my voice.
Godric took the bottle to his mouth, before answering me.
"It's called Glamouring. Usually it works on humans, so we can make them think or do anything," Silence once again fills the room. I let my eyes wonder over him. Godric wasn't overly muscular, but he did have lots of them. Or should I say certainly enough to make me melt. I stared at the tattoos that covered his torso. Godric could see what I was looking at and answered my unspoken question. "They are from my past, most from when I was human." He says while closely memorising my features at least that's what it looked like he was doing. I tenderly reach out with my hand and trace one that reaches his collarbone.
"The tattoo on my left arm is a symbol for water. When I was human, I lived in a place called Gaul, and we worshipped all the elements. The one around my neck is a symbol of protection, it was given to me as a warrior, and it was given to people in the Anglo-Saxon cultures if they were in a high ranking." I didn't know what to say, I didn't actually realise how old Godric was. My hand that was on his collarbone moved to his right arm. Before I noticed that he had a red mark on his back. I knelt on my knees and ran my fingers over it gently, before looking into Godrics' eyes. He took one hand and ran it over the writing on his right arm before gently speaking, "this one is the writing of my people. It's written in Elder Futhark. It is not spoken in today's world." I noticed he didn't say the meaning of what it is and decided not to push him.
"What do the ones on your back mean?" I ask my fingers still roaming over them. The red one I could tell was a brand of some sort. However, thinking back, I wish I had listened in more in History. "The serpent on my spine, is a sea serpent. It was popular in Norse Culture." I let my fingers gently trace over it, it was mesmerizing all the detail that went into it.
"Godric, will you tell me about your human life. What of it do you remember?" I ask. I could feel his shoulders tense under my arms, but I don't say anything, I just run my fingers down his spine and back over his shoulders.
"You don't know how good that feels," He says as my I retrace my steps. I can feel my face heat up with a blush, and Godrics eyes following the trial or red.
"It's getting late as much as I don't want you to go, I think it is best. I will tell you my history another time." He says and begins to move hands into his. He kisses my knuckles on each hand before leaning in and steadily kissing my cheek. My heartbeat rises and my wings flutter on my back, till the point I can hear them. Godric gives me a quizzical look. And his hands leave mine and turn me so my back is to him gently. His hands run down over my spine as mine had done with him, as he lets out a gently hum. He kisses my neck and lets out a chuckle while I again release the breath I was holding.
"Will you come visit me tomorrow night?" He asks, I can hear the hope in his voice. I nod my head and make my way out of the cage.
"Shall I leave you the last two bottles?" I ask him after putting the other empty bottle away. Godric shakes his head, "I am good for now." I look at the silver on the floor.
Deciding whether or not to put it back on him since Steve is coming down in the morning. Godric shakes his head again. "Go to bed, Annabella. I will be fine." I look back at him, before closing the door. "Tomorrow," I say before making my way out of the basement