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I looked at Godric. "Im sorry, but I havent properly introuduced myself. Im Neala Kinsley" I outstretched my hand, wanting some sort of contact. I know I shouldnt care, but something about Godric enchanted the first time I saw him, even though I knew he was a vampire, I never felt any safer. I needed that safety. Especially with who is coming for me... He shook it.

"Im Godric Antonius." His cool hand touched mine and sent a small shiver through me. The last name, sounded old.

"Is that Roman?" I asked.

He smiled. "You are a smart one arnt you? Tell me how did you know that?"

I loved his smile. The whiteness of them, how they seemed so perfect. "I do alot of reading on history, I love it. Just knowing about things before me, I like how things seemed simpler in the past. How there wasnt any electricity, or reasons to stay indoors. How children did their playing outside, instead of in front of a television... Im sorry, im rambling.

"No. Its perfectly fine. You talk much beyond your years. As a matter of fact, how old are you exactly?" He asked.

I smiled. "Im 17, How old are you?" I asked

"I dont think you want to know that." He smiled.

"Well, depends on how old you are, Id like to ask you some questions on how life was whenever."

"Im over 2000 years old." He said warly.

"Oh my godness, really! Oh I have some questions then." I laughed.

He grinned again, another perfect smile. "And Id be happy to answer them."

"Ok hmmm... Oh how were the 20's with whole prohibition act, and what about Al Capone, did you know him-"

"Whoa," He chuckled. "Ok calm down. Lets see, the 20's were rather interesting. Everyone seemed extremely carefree. I remember ALOT of dancing. Everyone loved to dance, you would see it is also the time the radio became popular, so there was even more dancing."

"Did you dance?"

He grinned, "A bit, not much though."

"Did you have a favorite one?"

"I do, still. The Foxtrot."

I looked at him, and tryed to imagine him doing it, "Really, Yep I can imagine that." I smiled.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh really, and how is that?"

"Like I said, I observe, and I can tell just by looking at you, I dont know how, but I can." I shrugged like it was nothing. "So did you know Al Capone?"

"I knew him, he was an a decent person, as long as you stayed on his good side. When his parents died though, that was the one and only time I saw him cry."

Parents, I felt myself start to tear up. No Neala not here. And he seemed to notice.

"And where are your parents?" He asked.

Crap, I had to leave. I couldnt tell him what Im running front, who Im running from. I didnt want him feeling obligated to protect me. I got up to leave, and began to walk to the door, but a cool hand wrapped around my arm.

"Please dont leave. I didnt mean to meddle into your life. I was just wondering if I should take you home." He looked at me, studying my face. His pale blue eyes, they looked like they had so much history behind them.

"Its ok, I just have to leave. Im sorry, but I dont want you to feel obligated to help me, and Im not going to be a burden." And before he could say anything, I ran out of the house, and into the near by forest, trying to stay in the shadows, just incase THEY were out there.