"Excuse me everyone. My name is Luke and I have a message for all of you from Rev. Steve Newlin."
The explosion rocked the whole house and made Hannah's ears ring, even when being pinned under Godric. Her eyes flashed opened to stair right into his.
"Are you alright?" It was her turn to ask the question. He rolled off the small girl and glanced around the ravaged room. He didn't answer her as she stood up.
"Isobel, how many?" Godric offered his hand to Hannah as she stood up. "Palo, Steven and 3 human companions," she was surveying the damage but she could still hear Godric over the moaning and falling debris.
"Godric!" his name came out a little harsh from Hannah's mouth. "You're not healing." She motioned to the slow oozing blood down his arm. She ripped the rest of his sleeve off and tied it around his bicep. "I suppose I should feed. Isobel, get everyone to the hotel Camilla. They will be notified," with his good arm he motioned her towards the front door.
"Hannah!" a man clad in dark plaid pajama pants with a bare chest was scanning the people coming out the front of the nest, his gun pointed skyward. "Dad, put that away!" Hannah released Godric's hand and tried to push her father's arm down.
"What happened?" Her father asked going into his cop face. "Detective Grayson, it seems as if we were bombed," Godric spoke and raised his eyebrow in a 'what the hell's it look like' gesture. Screaming sirens and flashing lights were drawing closer; someone from the neighborhood must have called 911.
Hannah's father looked her over very quickly, seeing she was uninjured sent her home. "Stay there, don't let anyone in. Tell Trygg I'll be working the rest of the night," A deputy had now reached them and was handing her father a black windbreaker to cover his chest.
Godric tried to leaver her to go with his nest mates. "Please, don't leave me. I don't think I could stand it after this," her eyes were wide and glossy. "You know it's light tight down stairs."
Eric who had been standing back this whole time decided to speak up. "Godric, I don't think that would be wise. They could come back, her home had no defenses." "They'll have predicted you to go to the hotel, not right next door," Hannah argued with the huge blond. "If it makes you feel better Eric you and come look around the house, and see if it's to your liking," Godric's face was unreadable to Eric once more.
He did not like what this small human was doing to his maker. "You still need to feed Godric, you're still bleeding heavily." "I know how to care for myself Eric, come let's get inside." The couple of paces to Hannah's from porch went too slowly for her. Her body was shaking from the whole ordeal. "Trygg?" she called out. A young woman not much older that her appeared, "Oh god, Hannah, you're alright." She cradled her overly large belly. "Yes, are you alright?" her brows drew together. "Just a little false labor I'll be fine. Where's your Dad? Oh hello Godric!" she beamed when she saw him. "Mrs. Grayson, good evening," he smiled at her. "Hannah, Eric would like to come inside."
"Oh Eric, I'm sorry. Please come in. Trygg, this is Eric, Eric my step-mother Trygg." She introduced them quickly as he glided threw the door. "Trygg the faithful and true?" Eric grinned. "Yes, my parents loved older names. Can I get you a bottled blood?" She started to waddle to the kitchen. "No thank you I won't be staying," Eric was studying the home now. It had an open layout, the kitchen and living room ran into each other with large windows and a stone fire place in the far corner.
"I'll have one thank you," Godric walked towards the closed door in the kitchen that looked like a small pantry. "NO," Hannah scolded "you need something real to eat." "Hannah don't be rude, he can have what he wants." Her step-mother straighten up from the refrigerator. "I believe your daughter is right, real blood would be best right now." Godric opened the door and descended the stairs that were behind it.
When he opened the door that was at the bottom of the stair hallway Eric could see what the basement was like in the Grayson home. Hannah flicked the switch and soft recessed light almost seemed to make things glow in the room. Large painting hung on the walls making them seem like windows. Two bright red micro fiber couches caught his eyes. These seemed to be the main focus of the room. "Godric gave them to me, now Eric this is the bed room," Hannah open a narrow door on the other side of the room. Eric had to duck to get into the room but it was acceptable. No windows and a queen sized bed. Surely it could have been worse. When he came back out into the main room Hannah was not there but Godric was sitting on one couch with his head in his hands.
Eric could hear water running and discovered Hannah in the small half bath to his right, ringing out a dark wash cloth with warm water. "He'll be fine here I promise." She spoke softly. "If anything happens in the daylight hours, I will be coming for you." His voice was menacing.
"Eric! Enough," Godric's voice was harsh again coming from the other room. Hannah squeezed her small frame past Eric in the door way and went to Godric. She sat next to him and gently began to wipe the soot and grim from his face. A smaller painting behind his maker caught Eric's eye and he made his way towards it.
It was him, not to long after he was made, the smirk on his painted face promised all sorts of things good and evil. "You can have it if you like," Hannah spoke up. There was now a large bowl of water on the coffee table and she was ringing the cloth out again. How long was he looking at him self?
"Who did this?" Eric asked. "Hannah has a…. knack… for 'painting peoples words'." Godric spoke slowly choosing his words. "Eric I believe it is time for you to go and check on your people," Godric looked into his eyes. Nothing absolutely nothing was in them. His maker was beginning to scare him.