A/N: Do I need to put a disclaimer? I guess I should, just to be safe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Godric or anything else relating to True Blood. Catalina Bastos and Timothy Mendez are mine.

On with the story….

Stan had a death grip on my throat and me lifted up so I was eye level with him. I couldn't even make a sound. I desperately scratched at his hands and even tried kicking him. All I succeeded in doing thought was causing him to lift me higher, and him tightening his grip even more.

I looked over at Timothy with pleading eyes. He was just standing there with his head down and eyes shut tightly. My vision started to become blurry, like when you don't blink for a long time. I felt tears beginning to form. Here I was, about to be choked to death, and Timothy was going to make no attempt to save me. .fuck. I blinked rapidly as black spots started to form. My limbs were beginning to feel heavy. How long has he been joking me? It was probably only seconds, but it felt like hours.

"Release her, Stan." I heard someone say over the pounding in my ears. Stan's hold on my neck was released and I feel to floor, landing on my side painfully. I rolled over onto my back, coughing from the sudden air hitting my lungs.
"I think it's time you left, Stan. You to Isabel." I heard Godric tell his lieutenants. There was no doubt in his voice that it was an order. Stan left immediately, Isabel lingered only long enough to say goodbye, and that she would be coming back tomorrow night. We all were still; the only movement was my chest rising up and down with each deep breath I took. I was alive, and Stan was gone. There was no need to cry. It would only make me look foolish.

"Cat, I am so sorry. Are you OK?" Timothy asked, bending down over me with worry in his eyes.
"Oh, now you care? You were perfectly fine just fucking standing there while I was being choked to death." I yelled at him.
"Catalina, please listen, I wanted to help, but-"
"But nothing. Get out of my face" I interrupted him. I just wanted to be alone and finish unpacking my stuff. "I'm sorry" he apologized once more, walking out of the room.

I sighed and got up, brushing my self off and going back tot eh bag I had been unpacking. I was fully aware that Godric was still standing there. I was also aware that he had probably heard my joke, and had sent Stan to teach me a lesson. I was almost finished unpacking when he finally said something, "A bruise is going to form."
"Really? Well, maybe if someone didn't set their attack lieutenant on me, there wouldn't be no bruised" I snapped at him. First he takes my room, and then he has Stan almost choke me to death. Best house mate ever! Not.

"You believe I told Stan to attack you?" he asked, confusion and amusement laced his accented words.
"Well, he is your lieutenant, he can only follow your orders, can't he?" I asked. I mean, if I had lieutenants, I'd order them to hurt people who insulted me and stuff.
"Well, yes he does serve me. I don't own him though. He is allowed to have his own life, and can act on his own accord. I can forbid him from doing something though." He told be, as if I should have known. "I would never order Stan to attack someone. People see vampires as violent already, why add to it? Plus, you're not the first person to make a joke about me." He said, walking over and sitting on my bed.

I was finished unpacking, and was unsure of what to do next. It would be weird if I just left him in my room, so I settled for just standing there awkwardly. "So how long have you know Timothy?" he questioned, looking me up and down, hovering his eyes at my neck. A voice in the back of my head told me he was looking for bite marks.
"About 5 years." I told him, looking him up and down as well. I noticed he must have had a tattoo on his chest, since I could see it part of it peaking out of the neckline on his shirt. He also had some type of writing on his right bicep, and several lines of zigzags on his other.

"And you two are just friends?" he asked in the same curious tone. "Yup. Practically siblings." I said back.

"You two are originally from New York?"

"Yup."

"You're out of school"

"Just finished my senior year."

"You don't want to go to college?"

"Planned on it. Oneonta in Central New York. Certain events occurred, and I figured I'd wait a year."

"What happened?"

"Stan." Everything is Stan's fault. Why couldn't he have turned a hobo or someone no one cared about? No, he just needed to change someone who had their whole life ahead of them.

"What are you?"

"A human. Duh."
"No, I meant, what nationality are you?"

"Well, I am from America. My ancestors were from Portugal and Columbia though. What are you?" I couldn't help but show interest.

"I am a vampire." He smirked. "I originate from an area in Scandinavia now know as Denmark though." That explains the weird accent.

I guess he was done interrogating me, since he remained silent. I just stood there fidgeting like a fool. Godric was perfectly still though, still sitting on my bed. Selfish.

"Can I ask you something?" I questioned, pretending I was busy looking at the book in the case to my left.

"You just did" He fired with a smirk. "Don't be a smart ass." I told him, shooting him the same smirk. He let out a chuckle and his eyebrows rose in surprise. I guess he's not used to people mouthing off to him. "Go on." He told me. I took a second remembering what I was going to ask.

"Oh, well, Isabel said she was surprised that Stan was allowing me to stay with Timothy. Why would she be? Does Stan not allow his other, children, to have human friends or something?" I asked. "I believe that is a question Stan should answer." He simply said. "Do all vampires sidestep around questions?" I asked.

"Do all humans ask so many questions?" He shot back.

"That's funny coming from the one who just interrogated me a whole 5 seconds ago". I fired right back.

"Touché." Was all he said. Another wave of silence fell over us. I really had nothing to say. I mean, didn't he have Sheriff business to attend to or something. Should I just leave? I should probably leave, right?

"Well, uhm, I'm just gunna go find Timothy or maybe go for a run. So yeah, you can stay here if you want. I'm just gunna go now. Bye." I rambled. He just looked at me and blinked. I paused on my retreat as I noticed how pretty his eyes were. They were this really nice blue-green color I've never really seen before. I realized how stupid I must look, standing there gazing into his eyes. I felt my cheeks flush a little and I looked away. "I'll see ya around." I said and quickly left the room.

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