I stepped into some jeans and a white wraparound top, knowing I had to hurry to the roof. I had felt Godric's mind while I was in the shower and I knew what he was planning. I also felt the call of a Healer to save him. I felt it sometimes, the call to heal someone because they would be important. The more important, the stronger the call. This was the strongest I'd ever felt the call.

I hurried to the roof and saw Godric and Eric talking.

"2000 years is enough." Godric stated, turning to look at his progeny.

I tuned them out as I dug in Godric's mind, looking for the trigger that would keep him alive. I knew his horrid past, and I knew he'd changed recently, but he had lost hope for everyone else to change. He had lost his will to live, his purpose. I could feel his purpose as part of my calling to save him and I decided that telling him the truth would be the best thing. If I told him his purpose it might work..

When he sent Eric away I walked up to him. He glanced at me before returning to watch the horizon.

"Godric," I whispered,"Don't take away their savior." He looked at me in shock and now I was the one staring at the horizon. "You are the beginning of change, I felt it when I first met you and you've only proven me correct."

"I'm no savior. I've caused too much pain." He whispered.

"That was then. Over the last century you've changed. I know you've lost hope since it took you nearly two thousand years to change, but that was because you didn't have someone to lead you to it. You had to find the truth on your own, but now they have you. Now they will have someone to lead them to the truth. You've already started it, look at Isabel. How long do you think it would have taken for her to change this much?" I could see in his eyes that he was hanging on my every word.

He frowned, "What of Stan? He had been around me longer than Isabel, yet he still had a kink for slaughtering humans." He fought me, trying to ascertain if I was being truthful.

"Not all vampires will want to change. Some are to stuck in their thoughts of humans being lesser beings. Stan was one such. With others it may simply take them longer. " I was being completely truthful in what I told him and I hoped it would change his mind soon, because he was beginning to smoke...

He looked me in the eyes for a few seconds before grabbing me and flitting us inside. We were in his suite before I knew what happened and he kissed me, hard. I kissed him back, reveling in the sensations he invoked in me. I allowed my shields to drop so I could feel him. His thoughts were jumbled, no words coming through, just extreme emotions.

I felt lust mainly, and I could see his eyes dark with it. I felt an emotion i didn't recognize, and I could feel hope. I felt his tiredness lifting in light of his new purpose. It was a great sensation.

I felt the soft sheets of his bed beneath me as he moved us with vampire speed. I felt his body pressing against mine, and his bare chest against my hands as I explored his body. I didn't know when his shirt had disappeared and I really didn't care. His lips were fire against me as he left a trail of burning kisses as he explored my body. I heard fabric rip as my shirt was discarded. His fangs scraped against my breast as he traveled further down and I gasped, arching my back.

I scraped my nails against his back and he groaned into me. I shuddered and I felt my pants rip away from me. His hands skimmed across my erect nipples, twisting and pulling slightly as his talented mouth licked and kissed his way further down my body. When his tongue flicked my nub I moaned loudly and I could see his hard built walls tumbling down. His self control was falling to pieces and suddenly he was sitting back and I was straddling him, his head just barely touching my pushed himself slowly inside me, it hurt at first, but the ecstasy quickly overwhelmed it.

His mouth was at my neck and I could feel his fangs scrape against my skin. His fingers tightened convulsively on my waist and i began riding him hard and fast. He moaned and I felt his tongue race across my neck, he glanced up at me with lust filled eyes and I nodded, unable to deny him anything at that moment.

He teeth sunk into me and I gasped, I had expected it to hurt, but it felt like heaven. My walls tightened around him as I had an orgasm. He flipped me on my back, staying inside of me, and released his hold on my neck. He licked the puncture wounds and looked at me.

"Will you be mine?" he whispered gruffly. I could feel what it meant in his mind, to belong to a vampire, to be their human companion, was a strong bond. I craved to have that sort of bond with him. I nodded and I felt his elation. He bit his wrist and held it to my mouth. I latched on easily, drinking his blood.

I felt him begin to move inside of me as I drank and I moved to meet his thrusts. He pulled his wrist away from me as he pumped into me with abandon. I moaned his name as I felt myself begin to orgasm again. I felt myself tighten around his shaft as I milked him for his seed. He moaned as he came.

He pulled out of me, pulling me against him whispering, "Mine."