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The Godfather Tale; Part 2
I ran for blocks on end; passing by streets, cars, and curious civilians as I headed for my hotel room. Forgetting all modesty, I jumped up the wall, climbed and skitted to my window and did a single roll into the living room. Shutting the window with the force of a power hammer, the frames cracked as I stomped my way to the bedroom, my mind tattering on the edge of emotions.
G D. My Godfather Dean. Here! In New York! Why! God damn it, WHY!? I kicked off my boots and started to pace franticly up and down the small room. Memories, that I thought I had stashed to the far corners of my brain, started to surface.
"G D?" A younger version of me looks up at the man in his full officer uniform, and then watched as he quickly put on his coat. "Where are you going? You said you would show me more on the drum set!"
"I'm sorry, baby," He said as he sorted his belt and gun, then grabbed his badge. "I just got a call. It's – it's pretty bad."
"Dean?" Her Godmother came around to hold C by the shoulders, her expression looked worried. "What's going on?"
C watched him as he quickly whispered something in her ear. Her Godmother's eyes widened in fear. Why was she afraid? What did her Godfather say? "Just please! Stay here until my return!" He said and then knelt down on one knee to level his eyes with C's. "C. Baby." He began, with a hint of strain in his voice, "I want you to be strong now, okay? Can you do that for me? Just be strong for me?"
"Okay," She said, unsure of what to believe. "Are you coming back?"
"Ya," He said, but it was hesitant, "You wait for me with Godmother Sue, alright?"
When C nodded, he kissed her on her forehead and then quickly headed for the door. When she spotted the color lights of red and blue from outside, the next thing she felt was fear. Something was very wrong to upset her Godfather. Her only wish was that things were going to turn out alright.
But they didn't. That memory was next to the worst of memories she shared with the man before he told her that her parents had died in a terrible wreck. What could he have done? What could anyone have done? Although she didn't want to hear the news, the next thing she knew, she was standing in a cemetery, overlooking the big, gray stone that shared both her parents' names.
It was raining lightly, but the tears were heavy on the face of the five year old girl. Dressed in a black gown, she was second to last to leave the area. But she didn't want to leave. Not without her parents. Okay, so she hardly saw them all the time after their jobs became more demanding for their needs. But what about her needs? What about her pain?
"Come on, C," The voice of her Godfather reached her, and the feel of his strong, yet protective hands lifted her from the green grass and into his chest. One hand supported her legs as the other rubbed the back of her head. She knew he was trying to comfort her, but it was futile. He knew it too, yet she was thankful he was there anyway.
I sat on my hammock as I ran my hands over my face and through my hair. Tears threaten to spill. I haven't seen that man in years. Well, to be honest it was over five months ago. So, in realty; I haven't spoken to him in over twenty five years!
Saw him, in his car, watching me from a distance as I was walking down the steps of my collage in Maine. He didn't see me watching him as he was engaged in conversation with one of the collage's grounds keepers. I felt my heart warming at the thought that he would still keep his promise; even though he has a family of his own that he should be watching over. Now he was here. As if by chance. Why?
I don't want him involved in this! Not this! I mean it's not easy to explain to the only person that mattered to me, in the crazy world, that I got turned into a half-vampire! God! I can't even imagine how he would react! NO! I can't put him in that kind of danger. Not him and most definitely not his family!
Last time we spoke, he said he wanted me to stay with him, and I was more than happy to do so. BUT – my stricken grandparents; on my mother's side, wanted to take me instead; in the worst possible way. Although they wanted me to grow responsibly, they didn't tell me that they had filed a Restraint Paper against him and the permanent Custody Papers for me that came with it.
It was when I was twenty four that I decided to hunt down for the papers in grandma's secret drawer. What I found angered me like nothing else. It was their fault that I could never see my Godfather. I cursed and pretty much told them I hated them for what they had done. A week later, they died of a stroke. Both of them. At the same time. I felt a little guilty by not going to their funerals, but I shook it off; trying to turn it into a blessing for myself. I know it sounds cold, but I could care less of what everyone else thinks. If anything, I'll admit that I snuck into the cemetery one night and laid down a few roses for them, then left without shedding a tear, or word.
That was a long time ago, or so it feels like it. After all the shit I've been through, you would think I would have been more guilty about it. Not really though. The only thing I feel guilty for is to know that I still love my Godfather, but don't want him in any danger because of ME! The things that I've done already! The power I could still unleash if I'm not careful is still a hazardous to anyone within range. And now that G D is in that range, things have become even more difficult!
I have never felt this close to cracking since the time I overheard him talk about how pathetic I was. Heart crushing right? Well this was even more so. G D was someone I have known all my life! How can I possibly face him like this? I even ran from him, like an idiot! Nice first impression after so many years, C! I cursed myself as the guilt seamed to grow. Maybe I should see him. He came all this way, after all, to see me. Right? Why was he here anyway? Well, he probably was doing his usual 'checkup' on me at the college, and when I wasn't there he went Detective Mode and came to the city I was born in for answers. What are the odds that I would end up in New York; after I was thrown into the ocean while being tied to that cross, and then having my Godfather look for answers in the same city!
"Fuck," I cursed as I fell back on the hammock, making it rock a bit as I mindlessly stared up at the ceiling. "What to do…" I breathed, then I looked at my hands, the clear marks from the silver wires were still there, and so was that damn cross mark on my back. Maybe… the only reason I did survive the ocean was so I could see my Godfather again. How – dramatically cliché that is. "Oh, boy."
After about an hour and a half of Memory Lane visits, and pitying over myself and any unsure feelings I would have about seeing him again; I finally stood up, put on my boots again and went out to find him. The last time I ran away from something, it did not turn out well. Well, I won't repeat that mistake again! Not to my Godfather, that is.
Officer Dean McCoy could do nothing but sit and listen as the Detectives of SVU tried to explain to him how Dampire C came to New York. He cringed when he saw the photos of the wooden cross and the silver wires on a sandy beach. Feelings of anguish, horror, and rage filled him as he clenched his fists to keep it together.
Oh, C. He closed his eyes as he held the small picture of the little girl he had always cherished. Who did this to you!? Why didn't you come to me for help? WHY?
"Carolyn." He suddenly said as he stood up while interrupting Elliot's little speech. "Her name is Carolyn Sin. She was born in this city till her parents were killed by a head-on collision with a semi. I knew her father because we were in the same House together. They asked me to be her guardian after she was born. But – after they were killed, her grandparents took her to Maine; where she was kept safe. Last time I saw her she was at her collage! I know! I checked! I don't get how she could be here now!"
"Damn man," Tutuola breathed as he rubbed a hand over his head, still unsure of what to make of all this. "I remember you telling us once about a goddaughter of yours."
"But – are you sure that she is your goddaughter?" Detective John pointed from the drawing of C to him.
"Yes! I know it's her! Goddamn it!" He said and took the drawing from the table and began to wave it around like it was on fire. "BUT – She wasn't a fucking vampire! Or half-vampire or whatever! She WAS Human! How the fuck did she end up this way!? HU? HOW THE FUCK DID MY GODCHILD END UP AS A FUCKING HALF-VAMPIRE!?" He then slammed the drawing on the table, his blue eyes where sharp as knifes as he gazed into each one of them in question.
"We don't know," Olivia said sternly, "She wouldn't give me any straight answers the last time we met. And that was right after she killed a man by throwing a knife into his heart."
"My godchild is not a fucking killer!" Dean growled, ready to explode with rage. How dare they say that she had become a monster! How dare they say she was now some goddamn creature of evil!
"She only killed the guy because he was going to shoot Olivia here," Elliot put in which seemed to calm the old officer. "She saved her! But – that still doesn't excuse of all the other perps she has killed in the last month!"
"Maybe she has a grudge against bad guys," Tutuola said which earned him an annoying glare from John, but it was Dean who looked even more stressed.
"Bad guys, hu?" Dean breathed as he slowly sat down in his set again. "Or… a bad vampire." This felt so wrong to him! Vampires weren't supposed to exist! And C was never supposed to end up like them, even if they did exist! Dean prayed that she would live a comfortable life, but – this was not what he wanted for her! Nor did he expect any of this would happen!
"Seems like it," Elliot stretched then lifted his shirt for him to see, revealing a still somewhat large, and fading, bruise on his lower ribs. "This is what she did to me when I tried to cuff her, and that was weeks ago!"
"She only kicked you in self-defense, Elliot," Olivia sighed and rubbed her forehead.
"Ya? Well, she can still do a lot of damage with all that power she has," He scoffed then smoothed the front of his clothes again.
"She – wasn't like this though," Dean said, still unsure of what to believe in. "Not since I saw her over six months ago."
"It looks like a lot has happened over six months," Tutuola said with a hint of remorse. There was a moment of silence before the cope from Maine made his decision. Grabbing his coat, he headed for the door as the others rose to follow him. "Hey! McCoy! Where are you going?" John asked as all four suddenly stopped when he turned to face them.
"That's my goddaughter out there, damn it!" He pointed out of a window to the streets of New York. "I'm going to find her and get some answers! And no! None of you are coming!"
"I know this is hard for you, man," Tutuola said as he took a few steps closer to him, already seeing the resemblance between Dean and Dampire C. "If it was one of my kids, I'd do everything in my power to help them too. But listen. She's changed. Maybe not for the better. You don't know if it's the same girl you helped raise, let alone loved! She could kill you, man! Maybe not on purpose, but she could really hurt you now without meaning to!"
"I don't give a rat's ass about what she is now!" He said, his tone deep and meaningful. "If she was gonna hurt me, then she would have done it already! The point is she didn't! I know she's still in there! I can feel it! Half-vampire or not! I've gotta find her!"
"Just call us if you get into any trouble!" John hollered after the cope as he quickly walked out of the building. "Well? Think we should follow him?"
"No," Olivia said which made them all turn to her in surprise. "He's gotta do this on his own. We can't get in the way of family issues unless they call us. Right?"
"Ya, but this isn't your typical family issues, now is it?" John said, but they all stayed silent, each debating about going after the old cope or not.
Dean walked for several hours, not even bothering to take his old Camaro for he thought it would be best to search for her on foot. Carolyn… Wherever you are… Please! Just tell me you're alright! But there was still no sign of her and the sun was beginning to set, making New York City's streets hot with its orange and red glow. Finally, his feet couldn't carry him anymore and he sat down on a vacant bench, thankful that it had less graffiti than he would usually find.
From questions to memories of C when she was a child, squished together in his brain till it felt like a melon in a metal vice. How was she half-vampire? Just what the Hell happened to her? Did she get mixed into something that she shouldn't have? He though he taught her better than that or her grandparents must have pissed her off somehow! This was understandable and easier to believe in. After all, they did come first when it came to C's custody orders.
"G D? I thought you said I was coming with you?" The five year old C looked up sadly into his eyes.
"I know, baby. I thought so too," He said as she stood on the bench so that she could face him better. He always admired that about her. Though he told her to be strong, this was going to be difficult for them both. "But you see…" He would always be honest with her, "Your granddad and grandma… want you to stay with them for a while. They think it's for the best."
"Nooo!" C cried and went to hug him, squeezing her tiny fists into his shirt and refusing to let go. "I don't wanna go with them! I wanna go with you! Please, G D! I don't wanna go away!"
"I know, kiddo," He tried to hold back his own tears as he embraced her too, not wanting to let go either. "But… just remember; I made a promise to your dad and mom; that I would always watch over you. So now I promise, to you; no matter what happens… even if you and I don't see each other for a while… I'll still be watching over you. Alright?"
Tears were still falling from her brown eyes as she looked from him, then to her grandparents that waited for her at the other end of the hallway. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded and hugged him again. "You promise?"
"I promise," He said then watched with pained emotions, even though he waved and smiled at her to hide it all, he watched as her grandma took her by the hand and left with her.
It had been twenty five years since he last spoken to her, and he deeply regretted it. But there was little he could do what with the restraining order that her grandparents had filled against him. They blamed him and C's father for their daughter's death and so they took C away from the violence that existed in his life to make sure C would be safe.
He partly agreed, though he wanted to yell at them for that, because he proved them wrong too. He possessed two kids of his own and they were still safe and okay with him being an Officer of the Law. Now it was just finding out if his goddaughter was still okay. If he could find her that is! This city was worse than a hay stack! Finding one person here might as well be smaller than compared to a needle!
Breathing in the cool air of dusk, he took out his lighter and a cigarette. He promised his wife that he would eventually quit, but… under these trying times, he just had to have one to calm his nerves. After placing the butt into his mouth, he flicked the lighter on, its small flame danced as he raised it to meet the end of the cigarette to light it. Just as the fire reached the stick, an odd wind came by and blew it out.
His brows went down with confusion, and before he could relight it, a presence made him freeze in his shoes. He didn't look up as the weight of the bench creaked some next to him, indicating someone was with him… and he immediately knew who. It would seem he would always know it was her.
"Hey, C," He said, after removing the cigarette from his mouth and letting it dangle between his fingers, which were starting to feel numb.
"Hello, G D," Her voice was hard yet soft at the same time, like she too was trying to control her emotions from showing. "You do know you're supposed to kill those things, before they kill you."
He couldn't help but let loose a smirk, even though his jaw felt like it would crack with how tight his teeth were set. She was still the same. After all these years… After all the bull shit that both of them went through… she was still the same smart ass girl he had to let go of.
He huffed a bit before rubbing his chin, and then he tossed the cigarette away and pocketed his lighter. "You've grown… changed." He sighed, not sure if what he said was a good thing or not.
"Time will do that to ya," She sounded amused as she chuckled a bit, but it sounded dark. She sounded so hollow – so empty.
His smirk faded as a sense of anguish and guilt overcame him again. Finally, after the last six months, he looked up to see her face. Her black hair was up in a messy bun and her eyes hidden behind those sunglasses again. Her lips painted black and her skin looked so much more pail. She was wearing all black, of course, but that didn't bother him, what did bother him was how she wasn't looking at him! She just continued to stair from across the street as her punk-gloved hands rested on her lap. She was refusing to look at him!
"Carolyn…" He breathed her name and he saw how tight her lower jaw became. "What – happened to you?"
A long pause passed by until he heard her take a deep breath, then release it. When he saw her stand, he panicked. Was she going to run again? When she turned to stare down at him, he was in a tunnel of confusion. Although he still couldn't see her eyes, he could tell she was thinking of something. Then, she looked left down the street, when he followed her gaze, he saw no body. She did the same to the right and then behind her; like she was making sure no one else would see them.
"Not here," She finally said and raised her hand for his.
He took the hint and then her hand as he stood back on her feet. She wanted to take him somewhere privet, and that was okay with him. But what he didn't expect was when she tugged at his arm do drape around her shoulders, and then she reached around his back to hold his hip to her, like she was gonna support him for having an injury. "Hey!" He started as he felt her stiffen and her grip tightened to steel. When did she get so strong!? "What are yoooooooouuuuuuu? Whoooooaaaaaa!"
When she moved forward, while still holding him, he saw the world speed by. His clothes flapped about him as he was helplessly being dragged by his goddaughter while she ran faster than any car he was in. She was even speeding passed speeding cars! His feet didn't even touch the ground as he tried to hold on to her for dear life while she ran like the wind! When she finally stopped, he felt his stomach hit the walls of his body and he lurched forward when she set him down; feeling woozy he grabbed his knees to fight it off.
"You okay?" She asked and he noticed her smirk.
"Okay? OKAY!? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST –!?" He wheezed out but was cut off.
"I made sure no one would follow us here," I said, staring down at my panting godfather while he tried to re-collect himself from the exhilarating feeling of running like a shadow. Well, close to that speed. What am I thinking? Bringing him here and hope to talk to him so he could – what? – Understand my position? I doubt it! Not after what I just did to him!
"Come on," I said as I walked up to the side of the abandoned building. It was only five stories high, but all the doors were locked and for the next few blocked the place held fewer heartbeats than I've been to yet.
"Carolyn?" He started but I waved him forward. He's probably the only one in the world I would allow to say my true name.
"Up here," I pointed to the roof and he gave me a dubious look as he came closer. Taking his hand again, and his arm, I put my left foot on the buildings wall. Then I placed my right foot on the wall. When I didn't fall, all my godfather could do was stare up at me in disbelief.
"You – are fucking kidding me!" He gaped as those blue eyes were locked on my feet to the stone wall that went straight up. I grinned; though I tried to hide my fangs, I was lucky he was still looking at my feet right now as I quickly closed my mouth. I don't want to put the man into cardiac rest!
"No! C! I – I can't –," He began but I grabbed him by the collar of his coat and immediately yanked him in the wall with me. He gasped as his feet touched the brick wall, but I held him firmly while his arms went to lock on my shoulders. "Jesus! I – I don't – believe it!"
"Believe it, G D," I said and started to guide him up to the rooftop. "Believe it," I said again but with a little more sorrow than I wanted too. He heard and stared at me the whole time till our feet came to the edge. He sucked in air as the world went right-side up again and I led him away from the edge of the roof as he released it. It was littered with human trash and glass bottles, but it will make due for our long and overdue discussions.
"Wow!" He breathed as he looked from the wall and then back to his own feet, which he knew he was walking on a wall not five minutes ago. "That was really – weird! C?"
Oh, so now he says my nickname. I breathed and tried to focus on a steady pace, all while trying to figure out how to tell him I'm, well, a Dampire.
"Honey?" He said again and I nearly rolled my eyes; I haven't been called by any of those cute words in a very long time. Well, I guess I can't blame him for being this confused. Apart from what those SVU Detectives have told him, I have to start at the beginning! Oh, boy! I'm gonna need a drink after this! Well, I think both of us will! "Carolyn!" G D raised his tone a bit and I could smell his anger. Well, here he goes now! "How -!? Why!? What happened!? I – I don't – I don't understand!"
"Neither did I, at first," I said which silenced him and he was completely focused on me. I turned to him with a weary look. It true, alright! I was afraid of what he was gonna say or what he thought of me! The only person, in the world, whose opinion mattered to me more than anything was now hanging on this very moment! One wrong word and we both could ruin our chances of ever coming into terms. "I – I fell into something deep, G D."
"I can see that!" He said as he gave me another look over, his voice was also careful of tone.
"Do you… remember… telling me stories of monsters hiding in closets or under the bed?" I asked and for a moment he looked confused, before quickly being replaced by exhaustion. "Well, take a seat because I met one that was using a magic mirror in an old shack."
"Wha-what?" He spat, and I could tell he was starting to become restless. "C! For the love of God! Just tell me! Is it true? Are you really a – a half –!"
"Vampire?" I finished and then I grinned, showing him my fangs at last. He froze when he saw my teeth; saw how his eyes focused on the two, sharp points in my mouth. "Ya. But – at a cost."
"Please – tell me," He said as I just stood there. "Carolyn?" I looked up and saw how he was begging me to spill the beans. "Let me see your eyes?" I cringed. Was he afraid of what he would find? When I saw his eyes, I could tell that he really wanted to know. Almost, with trembling fingers, I removed my dark sunglasses. Folding them, I put them in my pocket and then I slowly raised my inhuman gaze to him.
"Jesus," He breathed in wonder at the sight of her eyes. Her once warm and dark brown eyes were now gone. What he saw nearly stole his next breath away. Her eyes were of a bright headlight to a hazel color of orange and gold. They also took on a shine that resembled a cat's when a flashlight was on them! "How!? What – happened to you!?"
"I – met someone," I finally began and watched as he watched me, his face not leaving mine for a second. "He's – amazing, but terrible too."
"Was he the one who did this to you?" G D asked with anger. "C, I swear to God I will help you find him and make sure he pays for this! I'll personally see to it that he'll pay for…"
He trailed off when I started to laugh, though it was an empty laugh. It sounded so typical of him; to threaten a guy that ruined his little girl's life. Too bad I'm not little anymore! "Oh, G D," I began and ran a hand through my hair. "If only you could make vampires, as old as him, to pay for his crimes."
"C," He took several steps to me, "For the past six months I thought you had disappeared. I thought the worst happened to you!" His voice started to crack. "Just – stop with the games and TELL me!"
"I made a deal," I spat, not liking how he's trying to push me into telling him. Does he know how hard this is for me? "A deal – that cost half my soul, in exchange for a friend's life."
"You what?" He asked, his patience at its end as his goddaughter stood there with her arms under her chest, staring at the ground with that frown on her face. "Carolyn…"
"No, G D," I said and turned to face him, "I'm – Dampire C now." My eyes flashed red as I tried to show him the truth. I brought my hands up to face him and had him watch as they turned; from my flat human nails, to two inch claws. His eyes widened as I let my fangs grow and I let loose a growl so menacing I thought he would wet himself. But he just stood there, watching me as I turned my face into the vampiric creature that slept within me.
"Look at me!" I said as my voice was mixed with the growl. "I'm cursed! Not even the ocean can kill me! That's why I didn't want you involved after I found out that I was still ALIVE!" Panting, I retracted my claws and let my face smooth out again, closing my eyes as I felt the tears sting my eyes, but I fought them back. "You shouldn't even want to be around something like me," I hissed as I tried to control the swell within me, "I'm – a monster now! I can't just – HU!?"
I would have thought he would start to curse and reject me for what I've done, but I certainly wasn't expecting a hug! His arms went around my cold form to my back. Those protective hands of his lay flat against one shoulder and held my lower waist as he pinned me to his form. The beat of his heart pounded in my ears as his chest heaved in air while his head was tucked in the crook of my neck making my chin lean against his throat. I froze as I fought the urge to bit him, but he didn't seem to care. The only thoughts I hear was how thankful he was; to God, that I was alive.
"C. Don't you dare beat yourself up after what some undead freak did to you!" He said, his breath blowing some of the hairs on the back of my neck. "And I never, EVER want to hear you call yourself a thing ever again! Damn it, C! Don't you realize that all that matters is that you ARE alive! I don't care what others think! You are not a monster! Not to me! You got that?"
I didn't know what cracked first; my eyes that bled the bloody tears, the pain in my heart, or my emotions as they drained me of my energy. My body was leaning against this man that was keeping me from falling into my own oblivion. All I could say was; "I'm sorry, G D. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault, baby," He held me even tighter as he started to rock me. "You understand me? It wasn't your fault! So what if you're stuck like this. I'm not gonna leave you again! I swear it!"
He felt me shack my head and turned to meet my blood stained face. "You can't do that to your family though. Not for my sake."
"Come with me then!" He said, holding my face and wiping away my red tears. "We can help you! Damn it, C! Their your family too! Do you know how much your Godmother has been asking about you? Not to mention how many times Shane and Lori have been asking –!"
"I can't put them in danger because of ME!" I spat out as I easily held him from me, pushing him to the point that I had to hold him by the coat again; though I tried to ignore how his hands refused to leave my face. "I'm still – unsure of myself, G D. I don't know if I can keep it together if – I were to go back."
"Then – at least let me try to help you? Alright?" He breathed then pulled out a clean tissue and began to wipe my face clean. "I'm only here for a week. I came here hoping I could find my lost little godchild. Carolyn? Remember what I told you about running away?"
I bit my lip, letting a fang show, but he held my face as he refused to let me go. Of course he would start to lecture me now! But, in a way, he was right too. "To run and hide – is to run and hide from yourself instead of facing your problems."
"That's right!"
"G D, this isn't the same as –."
"The Hell it ain't!" He said firmly, "I told you to come to me if things were too much. Curses or breakups; I don't care! You come to me if you have a problem! Don't face them alone if you can't!" He breathed heavily as he stared into the eyes of his goddaughter. "Besides; just because I'm an old man now, doesn't mean you get to underestimate me too!"
I couldn't help it. I laughed. Along with more tears that fell from me, the laugh made me feel lighter. I didn't feel so hollow now! Not with my Godfather Dean here with me. He was how I remembered. Snappy and just as a smart ass as I recalled when I was a lot younger. Then, when I heard him laugh with me, I couldn't help but to ram into him for another hug, although I almost knocked him off his feet; he accepted me. He may not completely understand what I have been through, but he was here, now, for me and only me. Although the guilt of having my other half come out and hurt him was still there, he didn't seem to care. He just held me to him then had me sit down next to him, facing the remains of the sunset on this desolate roof. His arm still draped over my shoulder as we sat in silence for another ten minutes.
"So," He began and I gave him a sideways glance, "What else can you do as a – a?"
"Dampire," I finished for him and clicked my shoes together in boredom. "Well, besides having the strength to carry you a few blocks in less than a minute," I grinned when he shot me a look of annoyance for that.
"And walking on walls?" He raised an eyebrow but kept his smile in tacked.
"Hmm," I smirked as I dug some dirt out of my nails, "I – can hear other people's thoughts. When I want to."
"Get outta here!" His face barely controlled the surprise that was in his voice.
"You asked," I accused and grinned challengingly.
"Alright! What am I thinking then?" He said, accepting the challenge. Pursing my lips together, I looked into his eyes and focused on just reading his thoughts. But I got more than just his inner voice; I saw images of him carrying a little girl as he led her to a drum set that he kept in the back room of his former house.
"Oh! I remember that!" I smirked as his smile disappeared, "You showed me how to play the drum solo of Deff Leppard's Poor Some Sugar on Me! Too bad I was too short to reach the drums at the time; that's why you had me sit on your lap." When all he could do was gape at me, I started to pull some of those words out of his head. "Cupcake. Screwdriver. Pink. Twenty five. Oh, God! G D! Why would you want to think that I've become some blood suckers whore!?"
"Okay! Okay! You can stop!" He said as his chest heaved quickly, like he had run a mile. He rubbed a hand over his face as he tried to calm his racing heart.
"I can also hear your heartbeat," I said, making him look back at me in wonder. "And not just your heartbeat, but all the heartbeats within a five block radius. Maybe even further."
"Holy shit," He declared as he tried to take it all in. "You – I always knew you had talent, girl. But – this is just – it is just sooo…"
"Unreal? Ya, so did I at first," I sighed as I settled next to him again.
"C?" He started as he went to stand up along with me. "Could you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
"Get us the Hell down?"
"Hn, hn, hn. Sure thing, G D."
I have to admit. It's been quite a day. From feelings of both guilt and sorrow we both fought out of our fears to face each other for the truth. Are we satisfied that we finally faced one another and our fears? Maybe. There were still a lot of unanswered questions between us, but I had a feeling that the hardest part was over. Now it was all about ironing the rest. But still, as we walked down the sidewalk; my godfather still had an arm around me, I had a feeling, and it was a good feeling that (for once) we were going to be alright. But most of all – I was glad that he was here, and that he was glad that I was here too.
Back again! I'm rather satisfied with this chapter too, although it also made me shed a few tears *sniff* but hey, I wanted to make this the more sensitive and emotional time for her; what with her Godfather (Bruce Willis as Dean McCoy) now in the scene.
Hope I didn't make many of you cry either! But, have no fear; some more action is due next. It's gotta now, right? How can I not with Dampire C AND her Godfather on the scene to protect the streets of New York? But, will it last? Will C coop with the idea of having her beloved Godfather help her contain her other half, or is he gonna regret it in the end? Stay tuned for the next chapter and hope to here from ya in the REVIEW'S window. REVIEW, REVIEW and REVIEW, and I'll hope to see you again soon!
Love to all: BR2