Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except Cat and Timothy. They're mine.

Thank you all who have left comments. You guys deserve a cookie. :D

A few comments though before we get started:

Luna4816-I had it like that in my word document, but when I uploaded it to the site, for whatever reason it was changed. I plan on editing it. :)

DarkAngel620-Catalina is from New Yawk! Fear is not a word known out there! XD

Franky Sanchez 125- My friend actually refers to him as that. She does not share the love I have for . Giving Stan a progeny seemed natural. He would be the 2nd worst make, Beel being the first of course.

Here we gooo!

2 Months Ago.

Timothy had been missing for 4 days. Four agonizing days. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. Going to school felt like an out of body experience. I just wanted to stay home and wait for him. Any day now he would be walking through the door, making a joke about there being a long line at the store or something. I wouldn't care about his reason. He would be home.

I sat in the small living room of our apartment. Just staring at the door. It was all I could do. What was I going to do if he was really gone though? We had depended on each other for the last few years. It felt like I didn't know how to live with out him. I was pathetic.

There was a knock at the door. I glanced at the clock. A little past 10PM. "Come in. It's open." I said flatly. I figured it was the police here to give me the evening status report. I became worried when whoever had knocked didn't open the door and I could hear hushed voices. I stood up from the couch and started walking to the door.

The door opened as I was about 5 feet from it. I stopped and I felt as if my heart also as I looked into his green eyes. "Timothy." I said breathless. He just looked at me, an unreadable expression on his face. I felt like I was glued to the floor. I wanted to run to him and just wrap my arms around him, never letting him out of my sight ever again. I couldn't though. He was different.

"May I come in, Miss?" I heard a rough southern voice say. It was then I noticed that there was a man standing outside the doorway.

"Uhm, sure." I said weakly, confused on who he was. Did he find Timothy or something? As soon as he began to move though, I realized who, or what, he was. He walked in with an air of arrogance surrounding him. He movements were purposeful and strong. He was a vampire.

I felt a ball of worry began to form in the pit of my stomach. My mind flooded with a million questions. Why had Timothy been with a vampire?

Why was this vampire wearing a tacky cowboy hat?

Why did Timothy look so clean for someone missing for 4 days?

Why had he made no movement since he stepped inside?

Why hasn't he said anything?

What the hell was going on?

"Catalina, right?" Mystery vampire cowboy asked me.

"Cat." I corrected him, clearing my throat to waken my vocal chords.

"I'm Stan." He simply said, surveying the apartment with a look of boredom.

The 3 of us just stood there in silence. Timothy was oddly still. It seemed like he wasn't even breathing. The ball of worry began to grow.

"Are you going to break the big news, or should I do?" Stan asked, obviously annoyed with the situation. Big News? Oh fuck my life.

"Cat. I'm- I'm so sorry." Timothy choked out, looking down.

FUCK my life.

"Oh, relax, it ain't all that bad." Stan muttered, rolling his eyes.

FUCK my life hard.

"Cat, I'm a vampire." Timothy finally said, looking back up at me. All I could see was sadness and pain in his eyes.

"Well, uhm…that complicates things a little." I said, sitting down in the recliner that was a few feet way. I heard Timothy sigh, and he walked over to kneel in front of me.

"I've spoken with Stan. He agreed to allow me to stay in New York with you until you finish school. When you're done though, I have to go to Dallas with Stan. That's where he lives." He told me, grabbing my hands and holding them in his. I was shocked at how cold they were. I knew vampires were cold, I've felt it for myself. I was so used to Timothy being warm though. Even on the coldest days of winter, he would radiate heat. Now there was nothing. I felt tears begin to form in my eyes and a lump grow in my throat. I was completely finished with my senior year of high school in 3 weeks. Three weeks until Timothy leaves. The thought alone made me want to cry.

I heard Timothy take a quick intake of breath. "I want you to come with me." Stan growled as he said it, clearly not thrilled with the idea.

"Go with you. To Dallas?"

Was he crazy?

"Yup. Pretty much."

Apparently so.

"Why?

"Why not."

"I could think of a few reasons."

"Yes, but you'd be with me. So, I think that cancels out any excuse you could come up with."

"You make a good argument."

He smiled in victory and lifted me up into a hug. All I could do was smile.

PRESENT DAY.
Godric's POV.

I watched her leave the room in silence. Humans were strange, always jumping to conclusions and acting all awkward. Vampires were rarely awkward. Vampires were also a lot better at hiding what they felt though.

I started asking Catalina questions hoping to better understand her. All it did was confuse me even more. I can tell she isn't happy with me staying here. Her jokes are proof of that. It was a defense mechanism. Yet, while I was asking her questions, she seemed so…at ease with everything. Like it was a daily occurrence for her to be talking with a vampire she just met.

She had answered my questions with no hesitations. Which is the exact opposite of normal human behavior. She was…weird. I really hated using that term, but she was. She looked like your typical human. Smelt like one. Moved like one. She didn't act like one though. At least, not when it was silent. Once everything was quiet, she was an awkward human.

It bothered me that she wasn't acting like I was used to with humans. She seemed, comfortable around us. Yes, that was it. Even the majority of human companions that I've met weren't as at ease around us. Granted, her best friend was a vampire, but that was really no excuse.

I got up, realizing how stupid I would look if she returned and I were still here, and headed to my room. I had official Sheriff business to attend to. I couldn't waste my time with the silly oddities of a human girl.

A/N: This chapter frustrates me so. I'm so glad I'm done with it! No more of Godric's POV! His mind is to old for me!