Chapter 5
I returned again the next night, to see Godric sat as usual. His legs were crossed and his eyes seemed to be closed, his posture relaxed and calm. The Tru Blood from last night was still in my bag, so I opened up the cage and opened the bottle handing it too him. He opened his eyes then and took the bottle from me.
"What did they say when they saw the Silver on the floor?" I asked. He looked up at me and motioned for me to sit. I did so and he moved to sit behind me. His hand going straight to my back and running up and down.
"Nothing of importance." His hands run up and then back down my back again.
"I can't feel them now." He says, and I know he was talking about the wings. A blush spread to my face, "Will you tell me about your past now?" I ask, trying to keep calm but wanting desperately to hear what he was like as a human.
"I fear you will think differently of me if I tell you of my history." He said. His hands began to give my neck a little massage. I say nothing; I didn't know what to say to that. I relax back into his hands, and then begin to chuckle.
"I find it so strange, I've known you for only a little while and yet I feel like I've known you forever." And it was true. I've never felt so comfortable with someone I've just met. I thought I would be even more wary considering he was a vampire. And a very old vampire as I could see the age in his eyes and hear it in the way he spoke.
"I suppose that is strange. I feel the same way though. You fascinate me. I've never met someone who is as unique as you, Annabella." I sigh.
"I wish I knew what I was. Please tell me of your past Godric?" I beg and turn my head to catch his eyes. "If you wish me too." He moves his legs and parts them before getting me to lean back into him, his chest to my back. The contact of his bare chest against my back was separated by my thin top.
However, it made my wings flutter crazily. Godric chuckled. "I am very curious as to what is moving on your back." He says, before resting his hands on my knees.
"I have been a vampire for a very long time, I think around 2 millenniums, back when I was human, we didn't have time. Or at least not how it is today. I guess you can say I was around 16 when I was made into a Vampire. I was born in Gaul it was where I lived, I enjoyed life then. I received my tattoos around that time. I was practicing fighting, I was to become a warrior and protect our people against Romans. However, we were invaded by the Romans before I learned how to fight properly. They took women and children and the men were killed. The women were used for cleaning, cooking and for breeding. The boys that were amongst the group were taken for slavery. I was bought by one man who was very cruel. He… enjoyed the pleasure of young men and treated them like animals. He believed there was only Survival or Death. In the years I was with him I had tried many times to escape."
The Night was still young; however, Godric knew that his master had risen. He ran as fast as he could, his breath racing in and out with every pump his heart made. He knew he didn't have long, that his Master would know he was gone. However, he still had to try. He was a fighter, a warrior and never should he give up.
He could feel himself becoming weak he hadn't had rest since dawn when his Master told him to go do his duty while he goes and rests for the day. Godric wasn't surprised to find out that his Master was a vampire, he had known all along by his gut instinct that something wasn't right with him. This is what made Godric want to escape all the more. It wasn't just his feet that hurt but his whole body from the strange intrusions that his Master puts him through. He wasn't weak, never would Godric be weak. He pushed himself even more, but he could feel in his gut that his Master was now behind him. He was following him, taunting him. He knew it. He pushed through the trees and bushes, his blood leading a trial straight to him from when the pines and vines had cut his skin. Godric knew in his heart it wasn't long. And he was going to be in hell when his Master decides he's had enough of his petty games.
He caught his foot on a trunk that was sticking up out of the ground that caused him to stumble, and that was enough for his Master to round him.
"You silly little boy. Think you can escape me, again. You're weak, you wouldn't survive without me. You would die, although that is surely better isn't my boy?" He snides. He grips Godric by the hair and pulls him up till he stands on the edge of his toes. His Master traces his nose long a vein in Godrics neck before plunging his teeth in and drawing out the blood. Godric does not scream nor does he fight. He knows not to make the situation worse, and lets his Master feed from his neck, before he throws Godric to the side.
"Kneel before me" He demands and Godric knows he has no chance of escape again today. He got further than the last time which is an improvement but he knows the consequences. Godric feels a sharp pain hit his left cheek, and his neck cracks with the force behind the slap.
"You will stop this foolishness. I will prove to you that you belong to me. And it will show everyone who you truly belong to." He grabs Godric roughly by the neck and into his arms. One hand resting over the back of his legs as Godrics torso hangs over his shoulder. The Master leans his head to the side and sinks his fangs into Godrics thigh, before retracting and running back through the woods with Godric in tow. Back to Godrics hell.
Once they reach where they were staying. The boys that the Master also kept prisoner were waiting for them. He dropped Godric onto the ground roughly before disappearing and reappearing with shackles. Godric still feeling drowsy from the amount of blood lost was still on the floor. The Master shackled Godric to a pole that was outside and stood tall and proud in the ground. The paint of the pole wearing away and becoming rusty with age. None of the boys knew quite what to make of the pole, but it became blaringly obvious as Godrics hands were shackled so he was circling it. The Master ripped the little clothes Godric was wearing before sniggering. He slapped Godrics behind with his bare hand making the skin become red and stingy.
"I will teach you obedience. I am your Master. And as such you should treat me with respect. Make this be a lesson, to you all." Another slap had Godric biting down hard onto his lip, blood drawing out and into his mouth. Master smelling the blood moved around to see. He grabbed Godrics chin is his hand and roughly pulled up his neck before putting his own lips to Godrics. Godric had no choice but to go ahead. He knew he couldn't stop his Master from doing anything. He was just lucky that he hadn't taken him sexually, however that could change. Godric kissed him back, letting his lips mould to his Masters, and letting his tongue probe. His Master drew his lip into his own mouth and began suckling on the wound, taking in his blood, before pulling out and disappearing into his cabin.
Godric knew that he wasn't off the hook, that there was something more to happen, however he wasn't sure. The boys knew to leave at this point and began to finish of their duties.
A couple of minutes later, Godric had slumped to the floor, his lip had stopped bleeding, however his behind was still overly red. Godric didn't move as his Master moved closer to him, he leaned the boy over and onto his lap before smacking his arse. "You…are…mine" He growled out before yanking Godric onto his feet. Just as he was steady, Godric felt something hot burn into his shoulder. He could feel his skin begin to melt and couldn't help but try to pull away, but it was impossible. The stick was pushed further into his skin before his Master pulled it away. "You will always be mine" He said before biting straight into Godrics neck. He pulled his blood out, savouring his flavour before biting his own wrist in return. "Always" He said before taking too ground.
APOV
We sat in silence. My hands were running up and down his arms, and our breathing was the only thing heard in the room. I didn't really know what to say. I can't imagine such a thing happening to anyone, especially Godric who doesn't seem like he could hurt anyone. Well unless given the need too.
"He turned me, and I learnt what I could from him. Before I killed him." He said breaking the silence. I was curious as to how he killed him. From what I've heard about Vampires the older they are the more powerful they became.
"Tell me more about Eric, your child. When was he turned?" I asked curiously.
"It was sometime during the early 10th century. I was always curious about armies and I often followed them, sometimes I even took part, but I was in Britannia when I saw Eric. I was impressed with his skills on the battlefield, and I watched over him many nights. Then one night I caught up with them, Eric was dying at this time, he had been hurt while fighting. I killed the two people he was with and I offered him immortality. I asked him, if he would be the companion of death, and I would be his brother, father and child." I let that information sink in. "I do believe now he owns a vampire bar named 'Fangtasia' in Shreveport." I giggled suddenly.
"Fang…tasia… really?" I asked with another giggle.
"I suppose it is quite comical." Godric says his lips twitching. Before he let out a sigh. "I'm afraid you have to leave, it will be dawn soon and you need to sleep." He says, his arms wrapping around my waist and his nose going into my hair before releasing me. "Godric…. Why don't you leave?" I ask.
Surely, he can leave anytime he wants too. "I can leave the gate unlocked and you can escape. Please, Godric? Whatever they want with you, surely it's not worth risking your life?" Confused as to why he's allowing them to hold him in a cell.
He sighs into my hair before taking a deep breath. "I have done many cruel things in this world while I have lived. Most of the things I have done and cruel and vicious and I despise myself. Let me ask you a question: Do you believe there is a god?" I'm taken back by this.
On one hand I do believe that there is a possibility that one such did exist, but now I'm not too sure. "I believe that if you can forgive yourself for such sins, then if there is a god out there, he will forgive you. I must tell you though, that I have only been to church a handful of times. I don't have much of a religion. I'm more of a see and believe kind-of-girl you know?" I say.
"I came here, as I believe that by letting myself die, God would forgive me for everything I have sinned. But now, I'm not so sure I want to die. I have roamed this earth for many years and I have seen and done many things, but never have I felt like this." My heartbeat faster in my chest and I knew I needed to clear my head. I turned around and looked at him. I could sorrow in eyes and wished I could remove the pain he was feeling.
"Godric, I have never felt this way either. But we have only just met. I am so confused by what I am feeling. Perhaps I do need to rest. I will come back tomorrow with more blood." I say. I lean forward and give him a quick peck on the corner, where his cheek and lips meet, before pulling away. It was getting harder and harder to leave him.