A/N: Chapter 2! WHOO! I realize how the first chapter could be kind of confusing. Don't worry, everything will be cleared up within the next few chapters!
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ON WITH THE STORY!
I scrambled out of the car after Timothy and whoever pulled him off of me.
There, Timothy's maker stood with his hand firmly around his neck, lifting him high into the air. "Can't you just stick to the god damn plan boy?" he yelled at him. "Stan, relax. He didn't even bite me fully. Just a prick." I explained getting out of the car and checking to make sure there was no damage to the door.
Stan released Timothy with a look of disappointment on his face. "I'm sorry Stan! I didn't mean to get distracted. Something just came over me!" Timothy defended himself, looking down in shame.
"You're still young. You're craving for blood is going to be the main controlling factor of your life for the next few years. As I have said before, it's best to distance yourself from any form of…temptation." Stan said, shooting me a look at the last part.
"Listen buddy, as I have said before, Timothy and I are a packaged deal. You can't have one without the other. Get used to it." I shot back at him. Stan narrowed his eyes at me and then turned his attention back to his child.
"Just tell her what I told you earlier and get back home. No messing around!" Stan ordered him and left.
Timothy strode back over to the car, quickly getting into the driver's seat. I followed his lead and got back into the passenger's seat, adjusting the seat back into its original position.
"What do you need to tell me?" I asked as we pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the road. "You remember how I told you about how each state is ruled by a King or Queen?" He asked back. I nodded my head in response, curious about where he was going with this.
"Well, each state is further divided into areas, governed by a Sheriff." He explained.
"Hmm, interesting." I muttered, looking out the window at the trees flying past us. Timothy was easily going 30 miles over the legal speed limit as if it was nothing.
"Well, Sheriffs can appoint Lieutenants to help them control their area." He went on.
"Oh, fascinating." I replied, no longer interested and bored. I knew it was going to be a while before he got to his point.
"Stan is a Lieutenant to Godric, who is the Sheriff of Dallas and it's neighboring areas." He continued.
"Godric? What a dorky name." I said chuckling.
"Can you please be serious for one second!" He said gripping the wheel tightly.
"Alright! Alright! Gosh, uptight much?" I muttered. "Go on." I told him, waiting for him to continue.
"A few nights ago, Godric's home was bombed." He said simply. "Bombed? Who the hell bombs a house?" I asked. Texans were weird.
"It was a suicide bomber sent from a vampire hating church. A few days prior they had been holding Godric prisoner. They had planned to make him meet the sun." He said grimly.
"That's disturbing" I replied. Timothy stayed quiet. The silence lasted another minute.
"Well, that was great story. Glad Stan made ya tell me!" I said confused. What was the point of that?
"Godric has been staying at the Hotel Camilla since then. It is no place for a Sheriff though. He needs his privacy. Obviously though, he cannot return to his home." He explained. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.
"He can't stay with Stan or Isabel, his other Lieutenant, since that would be an obvious place he would go. They worry that the Fellowship of the Sun, the church that bombed his house, would try there next." He explained farther. Yup, I knew exactly where this was going.
"Stan wishes for Godric to stay at our house. Since I am a new vampire with seemingly no power, our house would be the last place they'd expect." He said.
"Oh for fuck's sake! No Timothy! We are not babysitters!" I exclaimed. It's bad enough I can't get away with anything with Timothy watching my every move. Now they want a fucking sheriff to live with us?
"They are not asking us for permission, Cat. It's already done." He stated.
"This is bullshit!" I told him in a fierce whisper as we pulled into our driveway.
"Cat. This isn't even our home technically. It's Stan. We might have been the only ones occupying it, but we do not own it.
"We are guests. Get over it." He whispered back, turning the car off.
"They are inside and waiting for us. Please be polite." He asked. A look of worry was in his eyes. I was never one for manners.
"Always am!" I told him cheerfully opening my door with a scowl.
A/N: I know my chapters are shorter than most of you are probably used to. I feel weird writing long chapters for some reason. Also, I know, no Godric yet! Be patient! He'll be making his appearance soon!
My spellchecker says I misspelled Godric. Lawl.