A/N: Just to clarify, in the story, Godric was never fired by Nan Flanagan (that ho). and he obviously never met the sun. There is no worry about Godric meeting the sun. My Godric doesn't want to die.
Does anyone even read this?
Also, after this chapter, I'd like some feedback. I don't want to be cranking out chapters daily if I have no idea if people are enjoying them or not. So just a little "Good Job!" or something would be awesome!
Enough talk! ON WITH THE STORY!
The house we were living in was in fact Stan's. One of many I was told. Apparently when you're a vampire, you manage to acquire multiple houses. It wasn't anything large or fancy. It was a typical American house. A little on the older side. Modest sized yard. Inside were 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. There was a finished basement, which is where 2 of the bedrooms were. Perfect for a vampire. The other 2 were on the main floor. It was a steel blue color with off-white accent shutters and trimming. Nothing really eye-catching. Timothy was right. No one would expect a Sheriff to be living here.
Timothy walked into the house the house ahead of me. There were 3 vampires waiting for us, just as he had said. I recognized Stan immediately. Who could forget an ass like him. There was a women standing to the right of him. She looked to be in her late 20's, early 30's maybe. She had tan skin and dark eyes and hair. She was eyeing me up and down in the same manner I was her-observant and non-threatening.
"Good evening, Sheriff" Timothy said bowing. I couldn't see him from where I was standing behind Timothy.
"Good evening Timothy" I heard Godric reply back politely. He had a slight accent that I couldn't place.
"I'd like you to meet Catalina Bastos. Cat, this is Godric, my sheriff." He introduced me, stepping aside to reveal the Great Super Awesome Godric.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Bastos" he addressed me in a seriously calm voice. As I continued taking in what he looked like, and his height, it took all my control not to laugh.
He looked no older than me, and he was no taller than me either. The thought of him having any type of power was comical.
"Uhm, please, call me Cat" I managed without giggling. I looked over at Timothy, who had gone to stand behind Stan, with a "you cannot be serious" look. He returned it with a "you better not say anything stupid" look. Typical.
"Right, well uh, Catalina you will need to move your stuff from the downstairs bedroom to one up here" Stand order me, breaking the silence that fell over us. "Yes sir!" I replied, giving him a small salute and marching downstairs to my room. As I closed my bedroom door, I let out the laugh I was holding in. The thought of anyone like Stan or Timothy, who stood at six feet, taking orders from a guy no taller than 5'8" was just too much. Whenever I thought of powerful vampire, I always imagined someone with height.
I began stuffing my clothes into my suitcases, not worrying about neatness. I was just switching rooms. I was done cleaning out my closest and was working on my dresser when I heard a knock on my door. "Come in." I said hesitantly. I knew it wasn't Timothy. He would have just barged in like he normally does. Unless he was trying to seem polite in front of his Sheriff. That would be a Timothy thing to do. The door opened and in stepped the woman I saw with Stan and Godric. "Hello. I'm Isabel." She introduced herself, shutting the door behind her.
"Hi. I'm Catalina. Call me Cat." I told her continuing to stuff my bags with clothes. She sat down on the edge of the bed, looking around the room.
"Stan did not mention that Timothy had a pet. I honestly am surprised he is allowing it. Stan doesn't care for humans. He sees them as food. Nothing more. The fact he is allowing his child to have one is odd." She told me as if she was talking about the weather.
I stopped my packing and turned around to her with a 'wtf' look. "I'm not sure what a 'pet' is exactly in vamp lingo, but I do know I am not one." I informed her, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Well, if you do not know what one is, how do you not know you are not one?" she fired back. Do all vampires answer with a question?
"Me and Timothy have been friends for years. I wasn't going to stop being one to him just because he was a vampire." I told her, resuming my packing. Isabel remained silent. A few moments later, Timothy barged through the door.
"Are you done yet?" he asked me angrily. "Well hello to you to dear." I muttered back and closed my final drawer. "I just finished" I sighed as I went to grab my bags. In a flash though they were gone, and so was Timothy.
I rolled my eyes and headed upstairs, Isabel trailing me. I found Timothy standing there holding all my bags, looking down.
"I don't know what room you want." He mumbled.
"You're attempt at looking bad-ass, has failed" I told him, investigating the two rooms.
"You don't have to rub it in!" he whined following me. I just shot him a grin and pointed to the room I wanted. It was the largest one of the two and had one window on the far wall. He set my bags down and laid down on the bed.
"You understand why Godric needed the basement room, right?" he asked.
"Vampire. Sunlight. Burning. Death. I get it." I told him unzipping one of the bags and beginning to unpack it.
"You could have told me that along with being the Sheriff, he was also The Littlest Vampire." I said, no longer being able to control the need to make a joke. It was just too funny! Before I could even laugh though, the door was flung open, and Stan had me lifted into the air by my throat, fangs extended.