Imogen walked over to the couch grabbing a bag Eric had brought in with them earlier. Scrounging through it she found an oversized Fangtasia t-shirt and a pack of bikini panties.
"Godric what is bikini, what does this mean?"
"They are worn for swimming." He replied as he sat down on the couch near her. She hummed as she moved behind the couch to step into them. Godric watched her intently sure that his gaze wasn't bothering her. She was shameless of her body. A rare quality in a woman, especially one as young as her. Godric was the same way. Perhaps their millennial ages made them so.
"I really don't wish to wear that shirt. I will get lost in it." She stated coming around and sitting right next to Godric.
He shifted a little, her presence made him nervous. Also not a common occurrence. Godric was beginning to think again about how this night was one of the most interesting he'd had in a very long time. Exciting was the vial of fairy blood Sookie gifted to him waiting in the drawer on the other side of the room to be taken. Exciting even more, was this strange girl his progeny was dragging around as his own. It seemed Eric didn't want even his maker touching her and so Godric made note not to over pass boundaries. He of all vampires respected the old ways.
The girl stared at the fire place. There was no fire but she stared anyway. Godric looked to it, he took time to himself and disappeared in his head as well. The fireplace was small and nothing like the one he had in his homes. He loved fire. Stemming from his younger years in the wild. There was something undoubtedly alluring about fire. There was a cackling from behind the mesh guard and Godric narrowed his gaze and tensed up, expecting something to jump out of it and right in front of them. Then the embers blazed and he watched the beginnings of a small fire. He turned to Imogen who sat staring at him, unmoving and stoic as if lost in thought. Had she done that? Of course he had. This strange girl. Hadnt Eric referred to her as being full of wonder and mystery. Maybe he used a different choice of words. But Godric was certainly in awe and mystified by her. He watched her watching him.
"Do you have others?" She spoke softly in Old Swedish.
"Others? Other progeny? Yes."
"Are they beautiful like Eric?" She smiled.
"Yes. Well," Godric looked back at the fire. "no one is quite like my Eric. But she is a beautiful creature. Truly. A bit diabolical but then she is mine."
"She is a girl?!" Imogen beamed shifting to turn towards him a bit more.
"Yes. A little older than you physically. Not as old as Eric. Her name is Nora."
"Mmm. Pretty name."
Imogen looked out of the window and sighed getting lost in her thoughts for the first time that night. She felt so relaxed near Godric. And she had been trained for centuries to meditate and clear her mind but being near Godric provided a tranquility she had never known ever before.
"Do you have others?" Godric questioned loving the broad context the question implied.
Imogen looked back to him and took him in for a moment while she thought about her answer. There was really nothing to think about anyway so she shrugged her shoulders a bit dully and turned back to the large window and the moon high in the sky.
"No. I am alone."
Godric swore his heart beat for the girl for the first time in his undead existence.
"Why?"
Imogen closed her eyes and found herself irritated with Godric for the first time. She didn't know why anything about her was so important. She chose to remain vague as to move on to a new topic quicker.
"My existence is conditional."
Godrics brows furrowed at her words. Just as he opened his mouth to ask her what she meant Eric barged through the door with a tray of food. He placed it on the table in front of Imogen and she immediately dropped to her knees from the couch and started taking off the lids. Eyes wide almost like a girl child opening up presents and too eager to see what they were. She placed her hand to her belly as the aroma wafted to her nose and made her belly tell them all how hungry she was. She moaned softly as she broke off a piece of bread with her fingers and placed it in her mouth. Godric found it to be sensual to watch her eat. He gave most humans the privacy to eat alone or with each other. Normally the smell of food bothered him. He could always smell certain foods in human waste as well. He really didn't understand the appeal they had for food. He was brought back to his senses at her bashful smile, her gaze on him.
"I am not human." Back to English again.
"Can you read my mind?"
She nodded looking to Eric who had a disapproving look.
"Sometimes I cant help it. I let my guard down when the food came in."
Godric licked his lips and watched her, uncertain of his next curiosity. But she had been in his head anyway so he continued.
"Do you produce waste?"
"Of course I do." She shot out fast, turning back to her food.
She stared at a bowl of yellow liquid and found herself unsure of what to do with it. Truth be told she didn't eat food back home. Had never needed the use of dishes and utensils. Eric was aware of her situation. He leaned forward and picked the bowl up placing it to her lips and tilting upwards. She sipped hesitantly as she felt the heat radiating from the liquid. This made Godrics insides clench with envy. This all was so foreign to him. Watching the interaction between her and Eric was a sweet thing and probably the most private thing he will ever see Eric do. His progeny would never do this for any one else. Of this he was sure.
"You could use a spoon if you'd prefer." Eric picked up a utensil that was metallic and almost short with a round like bowl on the end. That was called a spoon. What a funny word. She thought to herself. He repeated the name in Old Swedish and she found she preferred that name for it.
"Sked." She repeated softly.
She grabbed it from him and placed it back on her tray. Instead taking the bowl from Eric and repeating the first process. Her eyes locked on to Godrics from over the rim of the bowl and she swallowed and sipped repeatedly before unlocking her gaze and setting the bowl down.
"Does it bother you?" She asked.
"Not necessarily. I do not produce it. So I suppose to some humans it is an indifference."
"It would not be to me." She smiled picking another piece of her bread. "They feed us differently at home. We are fed through tiny nutrient capsules. There is no aroma or warmth to eating where I am from. I have never felt food inside of me until now."
Godric looked to Eric perplexed before returning his watchful gaze to Imogen.
"Where are you from?"
"Mmm." She turned to loom out of the window again. "There are no stars in your city. I can not show you from this geographic location. But if you are familiar with constellations I come from The Plaides. I am the last of my people there. There are a few of us scattered across the galaxies both in this dimension and others but I have never met anyone else like me. We are being kept as slaves on motherships and underground on certain planets. The race of Annunaki enslaved us long ago."
"Annunaki" Godric whispered. He had heard stories of the underground giant reptilians. But he had chalked it up to myth or conspiracy. He never believed in their existence. He had heard of a base to the West called Draco. A horrible place of monstrous atrocities. He wondered now if what he had heard was truth?"
"Yes the base exists. In fact my Master…" She quickly looked to Eric who looked away from her at the mention. "..mm well my old Master anyway, should be there now. It really is an irrelevant thing. It can not be changed. They have ruled this planet from its depths since before the creation of humans and human kind. They have many, many other worlds and have technically colonized Earth 7.1 million times."
"Impossible." Godric replied curtly.
"No. Improbable. But very possible. There are hundreds of thousands of parallel universes. Hundreds of thousands of Earths and hundreds of thousands of you and Eric. Well actually, because the origin of the vampire is such a circumstantial occurrence that there are some Earths where your kind and many other supernatural creatures, for the same reason, do not exist. Some Universes where Uriel did not get angry with God and go against him to make his own child with Gods creation."
She said this as she looked to Eric. She had told Eric much more than Eric had told him. Godric moved to sit across from her on the floor, leaning in with his hands on his lap under the table.
"What do you want from Eric? He is keeping something from me." There was a tone to Godric that demanded to be answered.
She looked to her new Master and he stood up, Imogen following suit, afraid she had upset him.
"Imogen you look like your finished. Go to sleep." In an instant her eyes were closed and in the next Eric had her craddled in his arms before she hit the floor.
"You can command her?" Godric asked in awe. "How totalitarian Eric." Godric smirked at his progeny who ignored him and walked the girl to their bed.
"Godric, I need to finish telling you about Dro'Go. Her last master."
