It hurt; everything hurt so much. I groaned as I blinked my eyes open, everything was blurry. The car had rolled down the hill, and landed upside down. My seatbelt was holding me in place, and, as much as it hurt, I turned my head to look over at Marc. I couldn't tell if he was unconscious, or dead. Please, don't be dead…

I looked out the window, the sun was still up. Godric wouldn't arrive for a while. My eyes began to slowly close as I felt the energy leave me, beginning to feel extremely tired. Maybe I would just sleep until Godric got here. A little sleep never hurt anyone…

The sun had set only a few minutes ago when three vampires arrived at the scene of the accident. Godric ripped the passenger side door off the vehicle, tossing it aside like it was nothing. He tried to force down his panic as he used one arm to support Hollie's body, while his other hand unbuckled her seatbelt, and he carefully lowered her down before bringing her out of the car.

His eyes quickly scanned her body, and he found it was hard to force away the panic when he discovered the extent of her injuries. She barely had a pulse. Isabel and Stan were standing at either side of him; and while Isabel was visibly concerned, Stan looked more bored than anything; the human was nothing but a nuisance.

There was the clicking sound of Godric's fangs popping out, before he bit into his wrist and lowered it to Hollie's mouth. His blood would have healed her quickly; she would walk away without a scratch—if only she would take it. "She's not taking it," He revealed.

"Good," Stan scoffed, "Let the human die. It'll be one less thing we have to worry about."

"Stan!" Isabel snapped at the vampire.

"Stan, leave," Godric ordered firmly as he kept his wrist to Hollie's mouth, "Isabel, go check on the human."

Isabel nodded, quickly appearing at the driver's side of the vehicle, and checking Marc's pulse. "He's still alive," She said. Though, in all honesty, she wasn't concerned for the human; as he was obviously the cause of this entire mess. Part of her wanted to wake him up; just so he could feel the pain he deserved.

"Sheriff—."

"Stan, leave now, or I'll have your fangs," Godric threatened, still not happy about his earlier comment.

"Godric," Isabel began, once Stan left, "What do I do with the human?"

The sheriff didn't answer right away. His main concern wasn't the male teenager, but rather the female one, whose head was lying in his lap. He bit into his wrist again, as it had healed, and sucked a large amount of blood into his own mouth. Then, he pressed his lips against Hollie's, allowing the blood to transfer from his mouth to hers.

"Is it working?" Isabel asked worriedly.

There was a pause.

"…Yes," He said, relieved.

Being two-thousand-years old, Godric couldn't remember all the events of his life, but he was fairly certain this was amongst the most terrifying. He had forgotten how fragile humans were, how quickly there life could end. Had he arrived a moment later, had her injuries been any more serious; she wouldn't have made it. It was a terrifying thought. How close she had come to death.

"And the human? Do we let him die?"

He gritted his teeth together as he thought over their options. Now that Hollie had taken his blood, and she was already healing, he could think clearly again. He didn't know the entire situation with the male teenager, but it was clear that he was responsible for all of this.

"Don't give him any blood," He responded firmly, that was an easy decision. "Take him to the hospital; we will leave his life in the hands of human doctors, whatever happens, happens."

When I woke up, I was in my bedroom, on my bed. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, and looked down, examining myself. I was clean, no longer covered in blood, and my guess was that Isabel gave me a bath before dressing me into my pyjamas. I glanced out the window; dark.

I looked up when the door to my room opened, and Isabel walked in, holding in her hands a cup of tea. She smiled warmly as she saw me. "Vampire blood does you well; you're practically glowing," She said kindly, placing the cup of tea on my night table. My senses had also improved with Godric's blood; I could hear when Isabel was walking up the stairs towards my room, and my vision had never been so clear. "Thanks, I feel good."

"It's hot," Isabel warned me as I picked up the cup of tea.

I nodded, blowing on the liquid before taking a small sip. I glanced up when I heard footsteps, unsurprised to see Godric walk into the room; it wasn't like I had expected Stan to come visit me. I opened my mouth to greet him, when something suddenly occurred to me and found myself asking about Marc instead.

"How's Marc?" I asked worriedly.

Isabel and Godric exchanged a strange look, before returning their gaze to me. "He is fine," Isabel assured me, "He's at the hospital, we made it appear like a normal car accident. I glamoured him into forgetting everything about the situation. He is no longer a threat."

I sighed in relief. So Marc had forgotten all about the vampire situation, he therefore didn't remember ever speaking to Joseph's vampires, and would no longer try to turn me in. "I guess you were right," I muttered, "One of my friends was a traitor." Boy, it sucked to admit that.

"I am sorry," Godric apologized quietly.

I shook my head. "Don't apologize; it's not your fault," I told him, "I must have taken a lot of your blood though; will you be all right?"

His lips formed into a small and humourless smile as he nodded his head. "I will be fine," He reassured me.

Isabel excused herself, placing an affectionate kiss on my forehead before leaving. I watched her go, feeling a little awkward at being left alone with Godric, especially since we hadn't spoken these past few days. I decided to forget my anger about that, considering he had just saved my life—again.

"I am sorry I couldn't get to you sooner."

I blinked in confusion. "The sun hadn't set yet. How could you have gotten there sooner?" I asked, and he didn't reply. "Godric, I'm completely fine. Stop feeling guilty over something you had no control over."

He nodded his head, but I knew he wasn't the type to forgive himself easily. I didn't understand why he felt so guilty; I was alive, wasn't I? I had no injuries, well, not anymore; sure I had been hit in the head with a gun, and shot in the leg, and then got into a car accident—wow, vampire blood sure is a miracle worker, isn't it? The point was that Godric's only promise towards my father was to keep me alive, and he had done just that. Why would he feel guilty?

You know what he should feel guilty over.

"Godric," I began, "Why have you been avoiding me recently? Did I do something wrong?"

This time, he was the one who looked momentarily surprised, before his usual guilty expression took over. "No, I have simply been busy. I did not mean to make you feel ignored," He told me, and I gave him a disbelieving look. That was a lie; I knew it, and he knew that I knew it.

"Is it…because you want me to leave?" I decided to test the only theory I had.

He knit his eyebrows together in confusion. "Of course not," He replied, "Why would you think that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, explaining to him that I thought that his silence towards me was his way of making me realize that I couldn't stay here forever, and would have to soon find my own place. I immediately felt stupid for assuming such a thing, when I saw the look on Godric's face.

"You are not leaving while Joseph is still after you," He told me, "It appears that even with your father gone, you are still a target."

That, I knew.

"After he is caught, you may leave if you wish," He replied, in a much softer tone, "But know that there is no obligation for you to leave. You may continue to stay here as long as you desire."

His words were sincere; he wasn't going to kick me out. While it was reassuring to hear, it also confused me, because now I had absolutely no idea why he had been avoiding me. I opened my mouth to ask him about it, when there was a knock at the door, and Hugo popped his head inside the room.

"Sorry, am I interrupting?"

"No," Godric answered as he stood up, "But try to keep your visit short; I would like her to get much rest."

Hugo nodded. Godric gave me a look that I couldn't quite figure out before exiting the bedroom, and I watched him go with confusion. Strange vampire. I blinked out of my thoughts when Hugo sat down on the edge of my bed, his eyes scanning me. "Vampire blood is amazing, isn't it?" He said, "The way Isabel described your condition at the accident, and the way you look now…"

"I know," I smiled, "I feel amazing."

Well, physically I felt amazing. Whenever I thought about Marc's betrayal, I just wanted to burst into tears. I couldn't believe it. But I forced myself not to think about that.

"It was kind of scary," He admitted, "I was in the kitchen, expecting them to come in soon, because the sun was going to set. It was like, the second the sun went down; I heard one of them run out of the house; now I know it was Godric. Isabel followed after him when she realized he was gone, though I wasn't quite sure what was happening. I knew something was wrong."

"Wow, I didn't mean to get everyone worried."

"Yeah," Hugo scratched the back of his head, "I'm sort of surprised that they let your friend live; I thought they were going to rip him to shreds after what he did."

I shifted uncomfortably. "I don't think Isabel and Godric would be so violent."

Hugo raised an eyebrow, but then smiled as he patted my head. "Just because you're so nice, doesn't mean everyone else is," He spoke to me like I was a child, "Vampires don't tend to react well when someone they care about is threatened."

I was aware of that.

A few days had passed since the accident. I had expected things to return normal between Godric and I, and they did; he wasn't avoiding me anymore. I, however, was avoiding him. The reason; because every single night since the night of the accident, I was having, er, dreams about him. R-Rated dreams. Then I would wake up all…you know…and also quite embarrassed. And every time I saw Godric, I couldn't help but be reminded of these dreams, and I knew he could feel my emotions. So, I decided to avoid him as much as I could, hoping that it wasn't so obvious.

I had just arrived home about an hour ago; Isabel and Hugo weren't here, probably out together. Stan, as usual, wasn't present either. Godric was home, but in his room working on some paperwork; it was easy to forget that he was sheriff. I was drinking milk out of the milk carton –there was just a bit left!—when I heard the doorbell ring. I closed the fridge in confusion; were we expecting somebody?

Not really worried, because I knew Godric was right upstairs, I went to the door. I wasn't quite sure who I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't who I saw when I opened the door. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as I stared at the tall, pretty blonde standing in front of me. She raised a neatly plucked eyebrow, her blue eyes gazing directly into mine as a small smirk appeared at her lips.

"Well," She began, "Aren't you going to say hello to your older sister?"

I shook my head, her voice having had snapped me out of my thoughts. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words managed to come out, the gift of speech having escaped me. What on earth was she doing here? She didn't seem too bothered by my silence, as she simply brushed past me, inviting herself in.

"Nice place," She said, scanning the area with her eyes.

"…Thanks," I finally managed to say, "Sarah, what are you doing here?"

"Can't I come to visit my little sister?"

"You haven't bothered trying to contact me since you left home," I reminded her dryly, "So why show up now?"

"I couldn't before, because of that dead piece of trash you were living with," She replied.

I stiffened at her words. I could feel the anger bubbling inside of me at the way she had spoken about my dad. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to try and remain calm, but narrowed my eyes at her in irritation. "He was my dad," I told her in a steady voice, "Don't talk about him like that."

"He was not our dad!"

"He wasn't yours, but he was mine."

I could hear footsteps coming from behind me, and knew that Godric had come to join us. No doubt had he been listening from up the stairs, and decided to only intervene now. I glanced over my shoulder to look at him, feeling nervous; I didn't want him to think that I had invited anyone over without his permission.

"Oh?" Sarah raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't aware you were living with a boyfriend."

My cheeks immediately turned red, and I opened my mouth to correct her, but Godric beat me to it. "Yes, she is," He said calmly, and I blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry; I don't believe we've met."

"Sarah, I'm Hollie's older sister," She answered.

"I'm Godric, it's a pleasure to meet you," He replied, but anyone who knew Godric could tell by his tone that he didn't consider it a pleasure at all. Sarah didn't seem to notice anything though; she simply sent him a fake smile and nodded her head. "Would you like something to drink?"

"A glass of water, please," She said as we all walked into the kitchen.

"Sarah," I began as Godric handed her the glass of water, "How did you find me here?"

She smiled in amusement as she took a sip of her water, before setting the glass down. "I have my ways," She said simply, "Aren't you happy to see me?"

Well, I would have been a bit more excited if one of the first things she had said wasn't an insult to my father. I decided to push that back for now, and discover the real reason for her visit. "I am," I nodded, "I just don't understand why you're here."

"I heard he's dead," She said, and I winced at the casual reminder, "Isn't he? So, I thought maybe you've come to your senses, and would come back with me."

I glanced at Godric, whose expression hadn't change but he was staring at Sarah with a calculating look. "You want me to come live with you?" I frowned.

"Yes," She flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, "You're my sister, and I want what's best for you. Now, without those damn vampires ruining your life, you can start over."

Clearly, she had no idea that Godric was a vampire. I sighed as I rubbed my forehead. I couldn't understand any of this. How did Sarah know about my father's death, and how had she known to find me here? I didn't bother asking her for a second time; I knew she wouldn't answer, at least not truthfully.

"I appreciate the offer," I cleared my throat, "But I'm already living here with…my boyfriend."

I didn't know why Godric went with the boyfriend lie; it was probably just easier to explain than the real situation, and he wanted her to know as little as possible about what was really going on. I reached over and grabbed Godric's hand; because so far we hadn't shown any sort of affection towards each other to prove that we were indeed a couple. Embarrassingly enough, the simple touch managed to create some heat within me.

"Uh huh," She seemed unimpressed, "And how long have you been with your boyfriend?"

"A couple of months."

She let out a laugh. "Hollie, you're even more stupid than mom was!"

I stared at her in shock, while I felt Godric's grip on my hand tighten. "Sarah," I hissed, "Don't speak about mom that way!"

"It's true!" She shot back hotly, "You're jumping in bed with the first guy who says something sweet to you, like she did!"

I didn't know if I was more embarrassed by her words, or angry. I think angry.

"Don't you remember what happened with mom? She jumped into bed with a random guy, who later became our father. What a great life they gave us! I don't know which memory I like better, the beatings or the verbal abuse?" She said sarcastically, tapping her index finger to her chin in pretend thought.

"Miss Grey," Godric began coolly, "Please calm down."

Her blue eyes turned to him, and narrowed. "You have no idea what my mother put us through. Just when I thought she had some common sense and strength when she got rid of our father, she brought home another monster; that vampire!"

"He wasn't a monster!" I slammed my hands against the table as I stood up.

"Miss Grey, I'm going to ask you to leave now," Godric ordered, a warning to his tone.

It was at that moment that Isabel and Hugo entered the kitchen. While Isabel raised a curious eyebrow at the situation, Hugo blinked cluelessly. What Sarah immediately noticed, however, was the stack of True Blood bottles that Hugo was holding. She stared at him in shock for a moment, turning her gaze towards Isabel and Godric, and her eyes lit with realization. Her head suddenly turned in my direction as she stood up, her eyes wide.

"You stupid girl!" She hissed, "Have you learned nothing from our mother's mistakes? Not living with only one vampire, but two?"

"Three actually," I corrected her, "There's also Stan. You're really lucky he's not here."

She opened her mouth to speak, but noticing Isabel and Godric's eyes on her, she wisely decided against saying whatever it was she wanted to say. She stared at me in disgust as she grabbed her purse. "If you're going to keep staying with these monsters, you'll end up dead, just like mom."

In a flash, Godric appeared before her, and she gasped as she took a step backwards.

"I won't tell you again, Miss Grey," He warned, "I wish you out of my house."

She swallowed nervously, glancing at me from over his shoulder. "Don't say I didn't warn you," She glared at me before spinning around and exiting the house, slamming the door loudly behind her.

I couldn't explain exactly how much I was embarrassed at the moment, and just wanted to burst into tears. Pressing my lips together and forcing the tears, away, I brushed past everyone and hurried up the stairs towards my bedroom. This was not how I wanted my reunion with my sister to go. I always knew I wanted to see her again, but not like this.

"God Sarah," I glared out the window as I watched her drive away.

"You hadn't been expecting her."

I jumped a little at Godric's voice. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "No," I confirmed, walking away from the window and sitting down on my bed. "I have no idea how she knew I was here."

He looked thoughtful, as though perhaps he had a clue as to how Sarah found me, but he didn't share his thoughts. "I'm sorry she upset you," He told me, "But I doubt she will return."

"Yeah," I laughed, "Me too. I hope she didn't upset you though."

He stared at me quizzically.

"By calling you the 'M' word," I continued, referring to the word 'monster', "After my biological father…Sarah just doesn't trust men, and even less so vampires because she's afraid of them. If it wasn't for him, my biological father, I'm sure she would have had a different view of everything. So please don't take it personally."

Surprisingly he smiled. "Your sister's words did not upset me; I have been called worse," He said, "I am surprised, however, by how different the two of you are."

"Everyone always use to say that," I grinned.

"Hugo, I've said it once, and I'll say it again—your cooking is amazing."

"Thank you."

I was grateful whenever Hugo was around for supper, because whatever he cooked was always so much better that what I managed to make. Isabel and Godric, even though they weren't eating, were still sitting down at the table. Godric was going through some paperwork, quiet as usual. My phone, which was on the table, suddenly began vibrating, and I wiped my mouth with a napkin before picking it up.

"Hello?"

"You have a lot of explaining to do!" Gwen's voice came from the other side.

I raised an eyebrow. Godric and Isabel glanced in my direction, being able to clearly hear everything Gwen said. "What are you talking about?" I frowned.

"Adam and I were just at the café, we were just about to leave when this blonde woman just walked in," She explained, "She asked Adam's mom if you were working tonight, and she said 'no'. Then, obviously Adam is nosy so he asked her—."

"Hey!" Adam's voice cut into the background, "You were the one who asked her!"

"Fine, it was me," Gwen grumpily admitted, "Anyways, she tells us that she's your sister! What the hell, Holls? You never told us you had a sister!"

My eyes widened at this piece of information. Sarah had gone to the café? How did she know that I worked there? "What did she want?" I asked, ignoring her question. This whole thing was giving me a headache; too much was happening in too little time.

"Mm, she gave us her card to give to you; she wants you to call her when you 'finally get some sense knocked into you'. Her words, not mine," She told me, "I think she's a little coo-coo though; she actually thought you were living with a vampire boyfriend."

I groaned, covering my eyes with my free hand. "Oh my God, she is coo-coo, isn't she?" Gwen continued worried, "You're not really living with a vampire, are you?"

"I…"

I was pretty sure I was going to throw up. I squeezed my eyes shut, taking in deep breaths; how the hell was I supposed to get out of this one? Leave it to Sarah to make a brief appearance after so many years, but manage to complicate everything for me! I blinked my eyes open when I felt a hand on my shoulder, which turned out being Godric's.

"Hold on a second," I told Gwen. With a panicked look, my eyes darted back and forth between Godric and Isabel. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Godric paused thoughtfully, taking a few seconds before he spoke. "I think we should go with the lie," He said, and I blinked in surprised, "I'll explain later. Talk to your friend."

"Uh, right…Gwen?" I spoke back into the phone.

"Yes? Hollie, we are freaking out here!"

"FREAKING OUT!" Adam yelled in the background.

"Okay, stop freaking out!" I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Listen, I'm going to tell you something and I need you to stay calm. Yes, I did move in with my boyfriend…who happens to be a vampire"

"WHAT?"

"B-But it's all good. He's a good vampire, and he treats me well," I cleared my throat, feeling a little embarrassed, "Honestly, there's nothing to worry about."

"Hollie, I mean this in the nicest way possible—you're crazy."

I drummed my fingers impatiently against the table, feeling a wave of annoyance. Crazy; now where have I heard that before? I think my sister called me something that, or at least she implied it. I groaned; this was not good. "Gwen, if you knew him then you'd know that—."

"Fine. Introduce him to us."

"—What?"

Okay. Back to Panic.

A/N Hellooo. I'm sorry for this ridiculously long update. I'm also sorry that this isn't the best chapter; but it was necessary in order to introduce some important things in futur chapters. Anyways, I'll try and get the next chapter out much quicker! Please tell me what you think; like, no like? I assure you that the next chapter will contain lots of fluff, for those of you who have been asking for it. By the way, someone asked me why this is rated M since there have been no sexual scenes - it's mostly for safety and language reasons. Honestly, I'm not very good at writing those steamy scenes; but who knows, maybe eventually.