It was toward the middle of our night when Eric came by the bar. I was stationed behind it with Cho, flirting randomly with people.

"So," I purr while leaning over the counter to flash more cleavage than I usually did. "where you from?"

The male was very attractive. His eyes were breath taking. His skin had the faintest natural tan to it, hair dark. This lead to his eye lashes being thick and dark around those grey eyes. Full lower lip. He didn't look like a usual. I was exceptionally fine with that.

"Here and there." He smirked, eyeing me the same as I was eyeing him. He was dressed rather smartly.

I glanced a bit to the side before rising from my side of the bar. "I need some fresh air. Care to escort me?"

His lips quirked up, using a hand to motion toward the door out. I patted Cho as I pass.

"Fresh air. Don't call if you need me."

We had hardly met at the end of the bar when I was nearly face planting into a cold chest.

"Where are you going?"

I huff, skin feeling flushed from the inside out as I jerk from him. A snarl was aimed up at the man I worked for. Eric glanced to the male, looking back to me with a heavy disapproving look. His hands were in his pockets, shoulders hunched a bit.

"I was going for air," I snip, not hiding my anger at his appearance. "Look. I'm not on clock, I can do as I please."

"Contrary to your belief," Eric snips, tone very sharp. "You are always on clock. And you do as I please."

My jaw clenched, both of us locked in a battle of glares. "Something the matter?"

"No!" I snarl, all but spitting the word out.

Thomas casually lifted a brow, glancing between Eric and I. "Lover's quarrel?"

My hands clenched and unclenched, focusing hard on something else as I turned away from them. At the back of my throat was this light ache. Like that, I was famished.

"She will not be escorting you today," Eric clips at the male who had been calmly waiting.

Here his eyes were set directly on me. Those grey eyes didn't even look to Eric or Thomas. They were on me. Some thing told me to look up from my glare at the floor. My eyes felt so dry, like they were burning as I looked over. Our eyes locked. He was so calm around these vampires. Too calm.

A small quirk of his lips had my anger slipping a little away. The flushed heat that felt so stifling fell a bit away, eyes blinking a little wider at him. Then I couldn't see him. Grey eyes were blocked by a set of blue.

Blinking I felt like I was falling back into myself. Godric offered out a pale hand.

"I shall escort Fae to her meal," Godric states, by passing Eric.

I was blinking a bit heavily as I lightly frowned and looked at the ground as if to process something. Godric placed his hand on my back, lightly propelling me out.

"We shall not be long," he calls back.

He led us from the bar, one hand gentle as it steered me. He stopped me, moving a bit forward to open the door. I glanced up, blinking at the bright lights of the little diner that was down the road. It served 24-7. I was a usual here.

"Hey there, Fae," the man behind the long counter calls.

"Merryll," I greet back, smiling warmly as I strode in to plop on the chair before him. Godric stepped in, calmer as he sat by me.
Merryll glanced to Godric for only a moment. Those eyes fell back to me, grinning happily.

"Usual?"

I pause, finger nails tapping the table top in thought. After a long moment I gave a bit of a nod.

"Sure. Can I get the double though? And make it just the way I always love it."

He winked. "Sure thing, doll."

He turned away, dropping some food in the fryer. Two wads of meat smacked down on the stove shortly after. He was a pro at quick orders.

"You haven't told Eric."

The voice was soft and Merryll couldn't hear it over the food cooking. My head turned from watching the food to Godric. He looked right at me. My mind kept slipping to the smell of the food, the ache in my throat, teeth and stomach.

"Ah." His eyes searched mine. "You hadn't known."

One hand lightly rested on the counter toward me. "May I?"

Blinking, I rested my hand in his. Blindly trusting as I was unsure. A small sting came to the tip of a finger. That heat flooded me, gums hurting as I felt my eyes burn and dry. The spot didn't hurt any more. There, on the tip of my finger. A bit of blood welled up and stopped. The small cut was already shut. But the red… It was too bright. Now, I've bled before. But it had been awhile and I knew what color blood was. It almost looked like fake blood with how bright it was, but it was thicker. It didn't run the same.

Everything slipped away as I just looked at it. The heat. The burn. The aches. The cool hand my own rested on. The sound of the food cooking. All that was left was the loud thump of my heart and the blood rushing in my ears. Everything narrowed down to that.

"No."

I gave a bit of a jerk, surprised. His hand was wrapped tightly around my own. It was so close to my lips. He was frowning lightly at me, hand covering the few drops from sight. I'd not realized I had lifted my hand.

"And there you go," Merryll says happily, placing things before me. "Let me just get your drink for ya."

It was like a broken spell. My hand ripped from Godric, forgetting the whole thing as I lifted one of the burgers and started eating like I'd been starved for so long. Nothing was said as Merryll smiled happily at us while putting the shake and cup of soda down. He gave a nod to Godric and turned to clean the stove top again.

Nothing was said as he let me finish the large amount of food. Honestly, I would feel like a huge pig, if I hadn't been a heavy eater my whole life. It was just… getting a bit heavier as of late. I'd craved meat more than anything in my life.

Only after Merryll took the plates away did he speak again.

"Perhaps you could tell me of yourself?"

I blinked before grinning happily at him. My arms linked around the one close to me.

"And what would you want to know about me for? I'm just Eric's day person."

"Eric is far too protective for just that," he responds with a bit of smile in his eyes. "Does he plan to turn you?"

I made a face, pulling a bit back. "Ew. Then I'd be stuck doing what ever he wants." I was quiet as I silently looked him over, read him. Eric trusted this man. Trusted him far more than I had seen in the time with him. If that were the case, so could I.

My eyes flicked to Merryll then back to Godric. "How about we sit in a booth?"

I slapped some money on the bar, lifting my second shake to move toward the booth farthest from the door and Merryll. Merryll happily went about clearing up the space we had been at. He wouldn't bother us. I sat, grasping the metal cup. Godric slid in across from me. My hands were set on the cup, eyes resting on the pink and white mix in it.

"So," I start, unsure of where to start it all. "I guess you figured out that Eric isn't really keeping me for just the work. It isn't about the blood either." I glanced up at him. He was calm, peaceful. It kind of helped to calm me a bit. "Remember how Thomas mentioned looking for a girl?"

"So you are her then."

I glanced away, frowning. "It's not completely correct, what Thomas says." I shifted to slouch a bit. "The man he spoke of was my step father, closest to a father I ever had. I loved him like he was my own father. But the King doesn't want me for the reason they say."

I was a bit fidgety. "They took my mom." It was whispered, pained. "I know it. Dad knew it. But how can dad do anything about it? The King lies, twists things to fit his wants and needs. So dad got me a way out, before they could get me too. He created a distraction, sacrificing himself." A shaky breath left me, tears verging on my eyes. My jaw clenched, pain shifting to anger so quickly.

"My cousin called as I was headed out. Wanted help. It was convenient, far from Missouri. Little town in the middle of nowhere. The last of my family. That's where I met Eric, through Sook." I looked up, calming myself. "I would work for him, if he didn't let them take me."

He hadn't even shifted. Nothing showed as I let go of my shake.

"Does the King know what you are?"

I blinked. That question seemed to hold so much more. "Well, he knew what mom could do. I'm not sure he knew if I could or not. I've never formally met him."

Godric frowned a little. "What is it you think you can do?"

Apparently we weren't on the same page. My head tilted a bit as I looked at him.

"You haven't noticed it?" At the lack of reaction I put my hand out on the table, as if to reach for the salt at the other end. I never moved toward it. The little glass container shot to my hand with hardly a thought. His eyes followed it. There he just looked at the thing in my hand. To ensure he knew, I flicked it to the side. It slid around the table in little figure-8s with my hand lightly moving half a foot above it. "I can move things."

I looked to him then. "It's what drew Eric to me at first."

"Your mother as well?"

I shrug. "She could do small things. Nothing drastic."

"And what is the extent of your own power?"

I sat back, looking smugly at him. "Oh, that can depend a bit." One hand tapped my temple. "See, rather like a muscle. Hurts when over worked. It's why I drink, to help the pain. But, I've worked with mine more than my mother dared to."

He was thinking again as he searched my face. "What of your real father?"

I shrug, smiling at him. "What of him? Mom doesn't even know more than what he looked like. And that was vague."

He didn't ask more. I glanced out the window. After the longest time, I slowly looked back to him. "So… Wanna help me avoid the bar for a while? We can just head back to the house."

"Is that what you wish?"

"If it gets me away from Thomas, then double yes with a side of fuck yeah."

He let out a sound, rather like a breath. Was that a laugh? I'm going yes by the bit of a smile. I was up, slurping the last of the shake as I moved to the door. The thing thunked the counter.

"Bye Merryll!" The door dinged behind us.

I was giggling, hair a wind swept mess. The dress was disheveled as well. Godric gave that soft smile, offering out a hand toward me. He paused, eyes flicking to the side.

"We are here."

Eric slowed to a measured pace, seeing us. I was a bit against Godric's chest, cheeks flushed and smiling openly. His hands had moved to my shoulders to help steady me. I staggered back from the male who stood a little taller than me. I'd not really noticed Eric frowning at me. I was staggering and swaying, clumsy footed and unbalanced. My focus was to get back to the space marked with an empty bottle.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to stand straight. My eyes closed, unable to stop smiling and grinning. I gave a breath, huffing it out before giggling and calming myself. Then I was lightly bouncing about, partially singing and spitting out lyrics in tune to a beat they couldn't hear.

"I'm in love nune kongkkakji ssuieosseo babe
Haui siljonge huin waisyeocheu babe
Saramiya cheonsaya oh jesus babe
Nunbusyeo babe sunklass babe!"

I continued on, making a bit of a spectacle of myself as I merrily sang the song in the

foreign language and danced about to it. Some how I'd yet to lose balance in my tall heels in the grass. It was clear by the dancing and movements with certain words that the song was suggestive. It went from rapping out lyrics to nearly dead out singing. Those had the softer movements. But my favorite part was a spitting of rap. I was a bit more focused on those words. I made use of the large space, picturing the video to the song the whole time.

"You are drunk, Faelyn."

The dance was punctuated by a number of near falls and sways, with a deal of stumbles. My head shot up, steps crossing as I stumble a few steps. A huge grin and giggle left me.

"Eric!" I cheer, arms tossed in the air. This served to forget my balance. I fell forwards, knees snapping in to lock. Giggles burst from me as I stayed in the bent catch. He smirked a bit, never actually seeing me this far gone. I tended to go to bed before this point.

Eric stepped up to stand beside Godric, arms crossing as he smirked at the sight. I was up, laughing again while moving toward them. My arms swung around Godric's shoulders, seeing as he was the shorter of the two. I looked happily up at him, nearly pressed against him. Honestly, it was his hands at my sides that kept me from falling.

"Can we do it again?"

I was far too excited, bouncing a little in place. He placed his hands upon my shoulders, a steady weight to calm me. Those bright eyes locked with my own.

"I believe now is the time to halt for the night. Perhaps tomorrow we shall try again."

I lit up, leaning in to kiss his cheek quickly. And I was pulling away to laugh and mutter songs. He didn't hold on, allowing me to move as I wished. Eric, on the other hand, took one arm and used it to pull me in.

"Ooph," I gush, pressed against him more than I had with Godric.

One of his long arms curled around me, holding me close. The other lightly traced up the line of my shoulder to brush the flesh exposed at my neck. The cold of his fingers felt heavenly against my burning temperature. My eyes closed, head tilting up and back as the finger traced up the line of my neck to my chin. I was tilted up higher, fully exposing my throat, but making it so we could see each other's faces with his height.

"And what have you been doing all night?"

My lips parted, his cool hand against my face. My eyes snapped open, grinning happily up at him.

"We smoked some meats and hung out." My hands lifted, brushing up his chest. He smirked as I looked up at him with something he had seen aimed at others. Never had it been aimed to him like this. My form pressed a little tighter to his, smile sliding to a slow smirk. My eyes flicked over his wide shoulders, slipping up to look over his features. Even with the heels, I was too short.

One hand fisted at the neck of his shirt and jerked. He was a little surprised with the force behind the pull. But, I'd used my power a bit with it. My eyes were unwavering from his. He was forced down enough that I was able to reach on my toes. One hand rested on his middle to hold balance. The other slid from the shirt to the back of his neck.

My lips smashed against his. A growl left him, hands at my waist and lifting. There was no complaint as a hand cupped my rear on one side to hold me up. My legs dangled around him, both of us fighting for dominance in the kiss. There was nothing gentle. Nothing slow. My skin was warmed, just as it usually did when I was in such a state. I put it to my sex drive making me feel flushed.

His other hand was moving up my thigh to slip under the tight dress and hold my rear. This pushed the skirt up, exposing my lower half. The hand remained at his neck, the other tangling in his hair. A breath of air was pulled in through my nose, allowing him the chance to take over the kiss.

A sound rather like a growl left me at his claim of dominance in the kiss. His hand was moving toward the front of my lower half, just short of touching.

"Eric."

He pulled back, gasping a breath in as if to draw his thoughts. This lifted his face clear of me, but opened his neck to me.

"Godric."

His voice was breathy, deeper. Clearly it was a bit of a strain as I licked and nipped at his neck.

"Dawn is coming and we still have things to discus."

He let out a sound. This one wasn't in the moment like I was. No, this was great aggravation as if he would rather be continuing. His hands went to my rear, ready to remove me.

"Faelyn."

He groaned, my hips having bucked forward against him. Another set of arms ripped me away. I was giggling, feet lightly kicking as Godric held me against him. There was no struggle for his hold; one arm behind my shoulders and the other under my knees. My arms had naturally swung around his neck.

"Perhaps a shower, Faelyn?"

A giggle left me, head falling back as I laughed. He was already turning away from Eric. I'd already forgotten, babbling away to Godric about some thing or other. He helped me turn the water on and slipped the heels from my feet. He'd left quickly after, telling me that he would ready the bed for me. I hardly paid mind.

It was a while before the door to my room opened again. I was laying on the bed, humming to a song playing on the small sound system. In my hands was my phone. I was rapidly tapping away, giggling a bit at what was on the screen.

The men paused in the door. Eric, smirked at the sight. I'd not bothered with clothing more than a pair of underwear. I felt like it was hot, which is why there was a fan on the dresser aimed at me.

"Stupid thing. Die already," I utter out, with a little frown and focus hard. Though, to credit, I lay on my front, keeping it hidden. Then there was my feet lightly swinging in the air in time to the song.

"Fae."

"I said no, Eve," I angrily grumble at the phone. "You will not go to sleep. Wake the hell up."

"Fae."

A cool hand brushed the shin of my left leg. The foot stopped moving, the other still lightly moving. Not a bit of focus shifted from the phone. My skin was starting to warm, alarmingly. I was getting angry at the game quickly.

"Stop using Roll-out!" I snarl, teeth snapping at the end. "How is that even fair to the fucking rules! One at a damned time! Not over and over! Fucking Japanese-"

The phone vanished, my eyes slowly blinking at my hands. After a moment, my head shifted to look. Godric held the phone, looking to the screen curiously. His calm was soothing, distracting. Or it was the fact that he was without his shirt. He was rather nice to look at. He wasn't over muscled and all that ink. My eyes calmly trailed the markings, taking them in. The heat slipping away, hand on my leg forgotten.

Godric's finger slowly moved to touch the screen. "What game is this?"

"Fae's addiction."

Pam leaned in the door, smirking as she looked in at my bare back and the little black panties that she had actually bought for me. She didn't bother to step in. Those eyes trailed my form before looking to Eric with a knowing smirk.

I shrug, lifting a bit, using the blankets to mostly hide my chest. It was mainly due to the fact that I knew two in the room wished to see; to be a tease. One hand was reaching out toward Godric.

"Are you not coming to bed? I have to be up early for a delivery."

The hand on my leg clamped. Godric gave that ghost of a smile, placing the phone on the side of the bed.

"Ginger will be taking care of the delivery," Eric speaks. It was rather tight and clipped. Pam let out a sound, rolling her eyes as she left the door to go to her room.

"Sleep tight, Pam!" I call with a giggle over my shoulder.