Sorry everyone, I know this chapter is ridiculously overdue. If you've enjoyed reading my previous two chapters then this one is dedicated to you :) And reviews would probably prompt me to put up another chapter faster :D
Oh God, he's actually going to kill me. He's going to use those fangs and rip my throat out. Oh, help.
Being helpless was a feeling I rarely encountered, as I was so strong. But right at this moment, I was pinned against the wall in the motel room, unable to move. My arms were pinned at either side of my head and the young man who had me pinned was mere inches from me. His eyes were a light brown and they stared holes into my dark brown ones. I was breathing heavily, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Are you going to kill me?" I breathed.
"What?" He let go suddenly and as I had no warning I slumped down the wall. He was looking at me with a furious look in his eyes. I was less scared when he was holding me against the wall. He didn't look furious then. The silence seemed to last forever, and I didn't move an inch. He stared down at me and I was convinced if looks could kill then I'd be dead on this floor.
"Well… are you?" I said even more quietly than before.
"Am I what?" He continued to stare a hole in my head.
"Going to kill me?"
"How could I kill you?"
"I'm sure you could come up with a few ways." Despite my fear, sarcasm was my way forward. I'd never been in a situation like this before. How did one deal with someone pinning them to a wall? A someone who had just been drinking blood from someone's neck?
"I mean it is not possible for me to kill you. I would rather cut off my own head." The furious look left his eyes, leaving no trace of emotion.
"Who are you?" My fingernails were in my mouth, I was chewing them nervously without thinking.
"I assume you know that, since you are here." He said quietly, his gaze moving away from me.
"Wait… you said your name is Godric… are you G. Northman?" I asked, my eyes wider than ever.
"I am."
"Oh my God! You can't be, you're only a couple of years older than me." I was confused. He was clearly a teenager. As far as I knew, the same person had been paying my fees since I started private school when I was five. I couldn't remember anything before that really. I always wondered about my life before starting school, but as much as I strived to remember, I couldn't think of anything.
"I am not the age that my appearance would have you believe."
"How old are you?" I asked, suspiciously.
"Very old."
"How old is that?"
"It is very old." He snapped.
"What… how… what is happening here?" I was completely at a loss. I could not explain this situation. A boy of about eighteen was telling me he had been paying for me for ten years, yet he said he was not eighteen; he was actually "very old". What the hell was going on?
"I have a lot to tell you." He held out his hand for me to take it. I was still slumped on the floor, unable to move, but I hesitantly took his hand and he had me on my feet in less than a second.
"What do you have to tell me?" I was utterly curious. This was very mysterious.
"Please sit." He pointed to the bed and, hesitating slightly, I sat on it. Godric flipped the bedside lamp light on and it illuminated his lovely features. He was beautiful, there was no other word for it. His perfect skin showed no hint of blemishes or red patches that a normal boy of eighteen might have. His hair was short and dark and he wore simple blue jeans and a black t-shirt. He looked like the dictionary definition of perfection, save for the little bit of blood still on his face.
"Uh, you've got a little… uh… blood." I pointed to my own mouth quickly. He left the room and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run suddenly and then stop. He was back in the room just as quickly as he had left. He sat on the bed next to me, but maintaining at least a three foot distance. He kept silent, looking straight forward.
"Godric?" I asked gently, not wanting to startle him.
"You're not human." He said quietly.
"Excuse me?" I was very sure I hadn't heard him correctly. Or did I pass out from being scared and was now imagining this whole situation? This was so strange, that that was entirely feasible.
"You know yourself that there is something different about you." His gaze flicked to my face, and there was that intent staring again.
"So I'm different? How could I not be human?" I asked incredulously.
"Perhaps I worded that incorrectly. What I meant is you are not completely human. You were born of humans, meaning that both of your biological parents were human."
"What else would they be?" My head was spinning. This Godric was talking in riddles and I was fed up with them. I was trying to hold them back, but I felt tears trying to push their way to the fore. Ugh, when did I ever cry?
"By my telling you this, you are unable to repeat what I have told you to anyone. We are not "out" yet so to speak. There is more than one world Briar."
"More than one world? Do you mean like dimensions? We study dimensions in physics, but I don't buy into it." I babbled. I babbled when I was nervous, I couldn't help it. "Sorry, continue."
"Aside from the normal human world, there is a supernatural world too. I use the word "world" loosely as we live in the same world as humans, but humans are ignorant of our existence."
"What are you?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them. With almost comical timing I slapped my hand over my mouth. "Sorry." I said from behind my hand.
"It is a reasonable question Briar, do not apologise." He looked at me intently (again) and said: "I am a vampire." And before I could stop myself I snorted and I was giggling madly.
"That… is… so funny." I breathed between giggles. I noticed Godric's face was not slightly amused. I regained control over myself. Perhaps Godric was insane? That sounded about right, he thought he was a vampire, and he bit people's necks and drank their blood. As for him getting here before me he certainly must have driven. I mean, I know I can run fast, and surely there are some who can run faster than me, but not THAT much faster. And I just assumed I was really strong among other people, but obviously someone was stronger than me. And to the issue of him only being a couple of years older than me, well that was one I hadn't figured out yet.
"I am not joking." He raised one eyebrow, looking at me in my fit of giggles as though I was actually the mad one.
"Dude… vampires don't exist. Obviously." I rolled my eyes.
"Don't we?" Suddenly Godric's canines were elongated and sharp.
"Uh… I…" I couldn't think what to say. I was feeling the tug of many emotions. I was scared for starters. Two degrees of scared: one of fear of those sharp teeth and the other of my own sanity if I really did even think that vampires existed. But I had to say, his proof was pretty impressive. I subconsciously scooted nearer to the headboard.
"Many things in this world exist, whether you believe in them or not." He looked at me with those piercing eyes. Then his eyes flickered away and he looked a little bit annoyed. "It still doesn't work with you."
"What doesn't work?" I asked, utterly perplexed.
"I was there when you were born." Okay, now that was completely off-topic. Maybe he is actually insane.
"What? You're only a teenager, how is that possible?"
"Allow me to explain without interruptions." I was about to speak but instead I nodded. "As I said, I was there when you were born. I am not a teenager, I am very old Briar. I am also in charge of this area, the Dallas area. The night you were born was the night I discovered one of my underlings was feeding on a woman regularly for at least four months, and that woman was your mother. This would normally not have bothered me so long as the woman was not killed, but she was also pregnant, and I didn't allow that. When I went to the dwelling of the vampire in question, he tried to fight us, and of course, he lost. We found that your mother was actually in labour. I had to choose who to save. I could have saved her and killed you or allowed you to be born and your mother would have died. You can obviously see the choice I made. What became apparent with your strength when you were being born was that the vampire who had been feeding on your mother was not merely feeding on her; he was giving her his blood also. They had been exchanging blood for a long amount of time, which our kind do NOT regularly do… if they do it at all. They must have loved each other, unfortunately we will never know. Your mother should have been able to withstand anything with exchanging vampire blood so often."
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but what does vampire blood do?" He didn't look annoyed at the interruption, thank God.
"It differs per person. But it seems to heal, and make the individual more powerful or sexually alluring. It seems you ingested all of the vampire blood your mother was given. You survived perfectly well, but at the time we didn't realise you had ingested the blood so one of my underlings, Isabelle, insisted she give you some of her blood just to make sure you'd be okay. If I had any idea of how much you'd already had I would never have allowed it. We kept you for the next few years, hiring you nannies and the like. However, behind my back, one of my other underlings was experimenting with you, as in feeding you much more vampire blood than I think any human being has ever ingested. The effects were overwhelming. You were as strong as we were, and as quick. But you could survive sunlight."
"Oh God." I was struggling to breathe… heck I was struggling to stay sitting upright and not pass out. What the hell was happening?
"Are you alright?"
"I'm… God I knew my life was fucked up, but how could it be this fucked up?" I held my head in my hands, tears falling from my eyes. I could feel Godric stand from the bed and approach me, and his awkward stance. Vampire or not, males were uncomfortable around crying females. What was he saying? I was half a vampire? Is this even possible? He didn't even sound sure himself if it was possible. I sat for a few minutes, just letting tears roll down my face and into the palms of my hands. Godric stood silent and still as a statue not saying anything, until he could probably bear it no more.
"Say something Briar-Rose."
"Why did you send me away?" It was the main thing running through my mind. Okay, so the closest thing I had to an actual family was a boy who looked my age but claimed to be ridiculously older than me, but it was something nonetheless. I wanted to know why I had been sent away.
"What?"
"You didn't keep me with you… I was sent to boarding school. Why?" I looked up at him, knowing I probably looked like I was a panda bear since I had mascara on and had been crying.
"You must understand how dangerous it was for you to be around us. We are vampires Briar, and I wanted you to be safe."
"Where else would I have been safer?"
"As far away from us as you could get."
"Are there only vampires in Texas?"
"No, they are everywhere."
"Then how could I be safe anywhere else?" I stood up abruptly and I thought that Godric's wise, old eyes might have betrayed a hint of emotion, perhaps surprise.
"The vampires in this area knew you, you were never safe here. It was wrong of me to keep you here."
"I wasn't good enough to stay was I?"
"Excuse me?"
"It's what I used to think when I was younger, that my family, however dysfunctional they might have been, just simply didn't want me because I wasn't good enough. That's it isn't it?"
"Don't be so ridiculous Briar."
"This safety stuff is bullshit Godric, tell me the truth and don't insult my intelligence."
"I wanted you to be safe, and now you are testing my patience. I do not lie, and I have been completely truthful."
"Only tonight have you been completely truthful, you've lied previously."
"I have never lied to you personally."
"You have denied me any right to knowledge for the past fifteen years, and the right to have a home, with a family that cares about me, I'm assuming since they want to keep me safe they care about me. You have denied me this all my life, so don't stand there and indignantly tell me that you've never lied to me Godric." Godric opened his mouth to speak again and I cut across him. "I don't want to hear your half-truths and your lies Godric. I want you to leave." He made to step forward but I stepped back, my legs hitting the bed so I could not move any further.
"Briar, if you just listen."
"I don't want to listen, I want you to leave!"
"I will come back tomorrow night, and we can talk about this. Do not leave." As nice as he was trying to be, I couldn't miss the fact that the last three words were an order. I didn't say anything and turned my back on him. I didn't hear him leave, but after a few minutes I decided it was safe to turn around. He was gone. I collapsed onto my butt on the floor and leaned against the bed. Pulling my knees up towards my chin I cried and cried until my eyes were in pain and I had finally fallen asleep.