A/N: Cast is officially OFF! To celebrate, here is a new chapter! I'm so sorry it took me so long to put out!
Frank Sanchez125- Butterball is actually the name of my dog! When we first got him, my little brother made a remark that he looked like a ball of butter! I would be delighted if you would assist me in kidnapping Allan! I can learn to share! LOL.
Thank you to Ibelieveinhappyendings, DarkAngel620, kyskhet, and trestreschic for the sweet comments!
"You could have at least asked!" Timothy scolded me for about the 15th time.
"You were sleeping!" I sighed, plopping down onto the couch. He really had nothing to say back to that, so Timothy just stood there like a fool. Butterball was in between us, playing with a tennis ball. The little thing was completely oblivious to the world. I just looked on affectionately. Timothy would learn to love him.
Godric had left before I emerged from my room, probably on Official Super Awesome Sheriff Business.
I turned the T.V. on and started flipping through the numerous channels. Timothy took a seat on the other side. I could tell he was still angry with me. He'd just have to suck it up. It's a puppy! We sat in silence for a few minutes. I had settled on watching the Discovery Channel. Deadliest Catch was on, and despite the monotony of the show, I found it fascinating.
"Stan and Isabel are here." Timothy muttered, standing to his feet. Sure enough, the pair walked through the door a whole two seconds later. Stan was wearing his usual tacky vampire cowboy outfit, and Isabel was wearing her usual leather get-up that only a vampire could pull off. Butterball stopped his chasing of the tennis ball and looked at the two new visitors with interest for a split second. He then went back into his own little world and continued chewing and pawing the ball.
"You ready, boy?" Stan asked roughly, looking over at my puppy in disgust. He obviously was not a dog person. In fact, Stan probably wasn't fond of any animal.
"Yes, sir." Timothy said quickly and turned to look at me, worry in his eyes. Oh great. What was wrong now?
"I'm going to be gone a few days with Stan. Please, do not buy any more surprises." He told me curtly. "Also, try not to annoy Godric." He added before walking to Stan's side.
"No promises." I replied sweetly. Way to make feel like a 5 year old.
"Cat." He said my name like it was some type of warning.
"Timothy." I replied back in the same tone. He just closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"Isabel will be checking up on you every evening I'm gone." He said, glancing at Isabel then back at me.
"Do you doubt my ability to take care of myself?" I asked him. He just rolled his eyes in response.
"Or do you just not trust me to be around your Sheriff uninterrupted?" I replied with a smirk. If looks could kill, I'd be dead and buried.
"Can I talk to you for a moment, in private?" Timothy more so demanded then asked. He grabbed me by my upper arm and pulled me off the couch, dragging me to the kitchen behind him.
"Oh yes, because in a house full of vamps, privacy is so easy to find." I told him sarcastically.
"Listen, I'm not entirely sure what you and Godric were doing in your room when I was sleeping. I honestly don't want to know. Just know that he is my Sheriff, and I do not want you fucking around with him." Timothy told me in a fierce whisper.
"Well, you're concern for Godric's well-being is very sweet, but I'm pretty sure he is fully capable of taking care of himself." I replied back angrily.
"Catalina, I swear if you and Godric do anything else, I'll-"
"You'll what, Timothy?" I cut him off. "I'm a grown woman. You can't keep treating me like I'm your teenage daughter. I'm fed up with it. You've been a controlling prick these past 2 months. I can't take anymore! If you don't chill out, I'm out of here." I didn't want to have to give him that ultimatum, but it was true. Timothy looked genuinely hurt at the idea of me wanting to move out. A few seconds of tense silence followed.
"Where are you going?" I asked quietly to break the silence.
"TIMOTHY! WE NEED TO GO." I jumped at Stan's sudden yelling. He could have just said it quietly, Timothy would have heard with his vampire hearing. Timothy looked down awkwardly.
"I'll talk to you when I get back." He muttered quietly, before vamping out of the room. Whatever they were doing, I couldn't know. Which naturally worried me. By the time I returned to the living room, Stan, Timothy, and Isabel were gone.
Butterball was passed out in the middle of the room. The tennis ball chewed to bits around him. I laughed quietly to myself and sat back down on the couch, attempting to finish watching Deadliest Catch. My mind kept wandering though to other things.
Not of Timothy and his secretive missions with Stan.
Not of if I really meant that I'd move out.
Not of Butterball and his occasional sleep-barking.
No, my thoughts kept coming back to certain vampire Sheriff….and his lips…and his body.
I've been with my fair share of guys. There was an abundance of good-looking males back in New York. None of them made me feel like I felt when I was with Godric though. It felt…right. There was no little voice in the back of my head saying 'You shouldn't be hooking up with a random dude' like there normally was. It was as if deep in my sub-conscience, I knew being with Godric was good for me. It was completely exciting, yet a little frightening.
I felt like I had been sitting in the living room for a few hours. I buried my phone out of my jeans pocket. The display read 10:57 PM. Timothy left just over an hour ago. Time always seemed to go so slowly at night. I got up off the couch with a yawn. I usually could stay up with Timothy all night, and would sleep during the day. With him gone, the lack of activity was boring me, which made me tired. Butterball was still sleeping in the middle of the room. I headed to my room, deciding to go to bed early. I changed out of the jeans and t-shirt I had been wearing and into a pair of baggy sweatpants and a tank top. I finished brushing my teeth and other pre-bed activities, and decided I'd go get Butterball and have him sleep in my room. Leaving a puppy by himself to wreck havoc on the rest of the house while I slept probably wasn't a good idea.
I walked into the living room ready to get my creature of adorableness and go to bed. Butterball was not sleeping where I left him though. I shock of worry ran through me, but I told myself I was being foolish. He must have been woken up by my movements and was looking for me. I walked around the main floor of the house, checking behind and under furniture for him. I checked to make sure the front door was closed tightly, ruling out the option of him getting out.
I sighed exacerbated, walking downstairs to search there. As I walked down the small hallway, I heard sounds coming from Godric's room. As I got closer, I could tell they were muffled growls. Was Godric home? I didn't even hear him come in. I silently walked up to the door and pressed my ear to it. The growls were definitely coming from a dog. Which relieved me, remembering our earlier make-out session, and how Godric had actually growled. The thought that Godric could have had another woman behind the door set off a spark of jealously. I told myself I was being ridiculous, and knocked casually on the door.
"Come in." I heard Godric's smooth voice request from the other side. I opened the door, and start giggling at the sight in front of me.
Godric was sitting cross-legged on his bed, lazily holding what appeared to be a sock in his hand. A very determined looking Butterball was on the bed with him, tugging violently on the sock he was holding. As Butterball began to tug once again, Godric let the sock go, sending the puppy rolling back to the edge of the bed. Butterball looked back at Godric, obviously confused at the lack of resistance. Godric just smirked at the puppy, and began reaching for the sock. Butterball realized what he was planning though, and jumped down off the bed and ran out of the room, the sock dangling out of his mouth. I laughed, shaking my head as I stepped into Godric's room, shutting the door behind me.
"He is quite the character." Godric said, looking at me with an expression of amusement.
I just simply nodded my head in response. I had come to his room in search of Butterball, and now that I found him, there was really no reason for me to linger. I really wanted to linger though, for some reason unknown to me.
"Timothy has left with Stan?" Godric asked. He probably already knew the answer, but was obviously trying to just break the silence.
"Yup. Just over an hour or two ago. Do you know where they were going? Timothy didn't get a chance to say." I asked innocently. No need to mention that Stan was withholding information.
"I'm sure he will tell you all about it when he returns." Godric said smoothly.
"Of course." I said, a hint of annoyance in my voice. If this secrecy persisted, I may have to choke a bitch. Metaphorically, of course. Choking a vampire would be foolish. A few more seconds had passed without either of us saying anything. Godric had an odd look on his face, as if he was having an internal conversation with himself.
"Well, I was just looking for Butterball, and since I found him, I'm gunna get to bed." I said, taking a few steps back to the door. Godric simply nodded his head in understanding. I opened the door and began heading toward the stairs that would take me out of the basement and to my room.
"Catalina." I suddenly heard Godric's voice call from behind me. I turned around, and he was standing right there. I jumped slightly at our sudden closeness. Godric's lips were suddenly pressed to mine. It was a quick, sweet kiss that left me a little breathless.
"Sweet dreams." Godric replied coolly, and went back to the room, shutting his door with a smirk.