Chapter Three:

Godric chuckled to himself as he watched the frustration grow on Grace's face. She had been sitting there on her favourite swing for two hours, waiting on him to arrive. He should have just revealed himself, but he had found her agitation to be amusing, and instead stood just inside of the trees, watching her from afar. He was impressed that she had waited for so long, surprised that she wouldn't have stormed off after the first hour. But there she sat, waiting impatiently for him.

"Stupid vampire," she would grumble ever few minutes, glancing down at her phone to check the time. It brought a grin to his face, a grin that he hadn't worn in too long. He hadn't been this amused in many centuries. Not since his family and been together last.

It should have bothered him that the object of his entertainment for the last few nights had been a human. He wished for peace amongst vampires and humans, but he had never wished for a human himself. They were troublesome and only reminded him of his past mistakes. He did not need another reason to feel the guilt that he did.

But Grace had been different the moment she had accused him of stealing her swing two nights prior. She was unlike any other human he had ever encountered. Either they were disgusted of the monster he was, or they wished to have sex with him or have his blood. He didn't care for either. But Grace did not desire either one, and instead was curious about who he was, about what he was. She didn't care about his blood or the pleasure he could bring her. And that was refreshing to find in a breather.

Decided he had put Grace through enough of a wait, he began through the trees and out into the open. He was as quiet as he could possibly be as he moved behind the swing set, standing directly behind the girl. She was so engrossed in glaring at her phone that she never even realized he was there, gazing down at her. He stifled a snort as she let out an exasperated sigh and shot to her feet with every intention to leave. She was already storming away when he called out to her.

"Leaving so soon?"

Grace turned around so fast, she swore she got whiplash. She glared at the stupid vampire who was once again, on her swing. "Really? Again? You stole it again?"

He merely shrugged, suppressing the smirk that was threatening to spread across his lips. It was too amusing to him to see her so frustrated.

"You're late," she planted her hands on her hips.

"I never informed you when I would see you next," he pointed out.

That only seemed to frustrate her more. "Well whose fault is that? You just disappear and then whisper in my ear that you'll see me again soon. That isn't how you make plans, you know."

"My apologies, I'm unaware of how humans operate," he pulled the vampire card, though by the smile that was forcing itself across his lips, she had a feeling he knew exactly what he had done to her for the past two hours.

"Ass," she thought about just twisting around and storming back home, but then this entire time would have been a waste. The whole reason she had been waiting for so long had been because she was excited to see him. Perhaps she had gone a bit overboard; she could have waited in her nice warm apartment for him to appear in the park. But she hadn't been thinking rationally and instead just dashed outside the moment the sun disappeared.

She instead grumpily stomped back to the swing set and plopped down beside Godric. She did, however, send him another glare for stealing her swing. He only chuckled in response before gazing up at the night sky.

"And how are you this evening, little one?"

"Annoyed."

"Why could that possibly be?" he sent her a look of innocence.

She was surprised that he was teasing her. It was only the other night that he had been sad and miserable. What had changed? "Aren't you supposed to be a brooding vampire?"

"Would you rather me be?" he raised an eyebrow.

He was surprised himself that he felt lighter and more alive than he had in the past year. He had been miserable since faking his death, since leaving Dallas and his children behind. He had needed the time alone, to search for something he wasn't even sure existed. He just wanted peace, happiness, and forgiveness perhaps. He knew he would not have the latter, but the former was still possible.

However, he had begun to wonder if staying alive for his children had been enough. He had watched over them, interfering in the smallest of ways if he must. But had it been worth it? Would he have been happier if he had just met the sun?

Godric had bean contemplating his decision as of late, wondering if perhaps if should still meet the sun. But meeting Grace two nights ago, he was reminded of a time when this pain and guilt did not eat away at him. He was reminded of a happier time with his children, a time when he felt free. He had not felt that in many years and he found himself wanting to cling to this feeling in fear that should it disappear, he would once again think about searching out the true death.

"Godric?" Grace's eyebrows furrowed as she noticed the sudden change in the vampire. She shouldn't have said anything. As annoying as he was, she would much rather enjoy this teasing side of him. Her heart broke when she saw the pain in his orbs.

Godric offered a small smile. "My apologies, little one. I lost myself in thought."

"That's alright," she shrugged, though eyes his closely. "I have a habit of daydreaming myself."

"And what exactly do you daydream of?" he quickly changed the subject.

She opened her mouth to respond when a blush broke out across her cheeks. No, no she certainly could not tell him about her daydreams of him. It was nothing terrible, or wrong, but she had found herself lost in thought concerning this vampire too many times lately. It was embarrassing; she was not supposed to feel this attached to someone she had only met recently. It was pathetic.

"Just things," she muttered, wrapping her arms around herself.

He stared at her, making her uncomfortable again, before his head suddenly whipped to the side. He could sense other beings approaching and his entire body grew tense. He could not risk being seen, not when he was supposedly dead. He could not have his children learning of his survival from anyone other than him. They would surely hate him for all of eternity then.

"We're no longer alone," Godric murmured just loud enough for her to hear.

Grace shot him a worried glance. "Humans or vampires?"

He tilted his head to the side, inhaling the night air, and soon he was on his feet and tugging Grace from the swing. "Vampires. Come, it is no longer safe."

She expected him to drag her towards her apartment, and was surprised when he instead grasped onto her hand and led the way to the line of trees. She wanted to question where they were going when she only just lived across the street, but she was silenced when voices sounded in the night.

"Do you smell that?"

"Fresh meat."

Grace stopped dead, her eyes growing in horror. They had smelled her. Whoever they might be, they had smelled her scent and they had come running. "Godric!"

He didn't utter a word as he yanked her through the trees, hiding her behind one. He held a single finger to her lips as he peered around the tree. Two figures began to approach the park, gliding over to the swing set in search of their next meal. Grace began to panic, her heart racing in her chest. Godric tried to calm her, his hand rising to caress her cheek, but it didn't help her labored breaths.

"Where is she?"

"I can still smell her. Virgin blood mixed with fear. We're going to have a treat tonight!"

A small whimper sounded from her lips and it was enough to spark the vampires' interest. Heads snapped in the direction of the trees, the taller of the two beginning to approach. A low growl escaped Godric as he pressed himself against her in hopes that his scent would mask hers. The vampire did stop, much to Godric's relief, but his head was instead tilted in their direction. They could still smell her fear; they could still hear her racing heartbeat. They would find her in seconds if he did not do something.

He was not about to let the object of his recently discovered amusement be used as a blood bag.

"Godric…" she breathed out before suddenly, his lips were upon hers. Her hands immediately were on his chest, trying to push him away. What was he doing? There were vampires literally sniffing her blood out, and he was kissing her? Was he absolutely insane?

Godric, however, ignored her protests and instead placed both of his hands on either side of her against the tree, pressing every inch of his body against hers. His lips remained in place as he listened for her heartbeat. It was still rapidly pounding in her chest and he had to remove one hand from the tree to place over her chest in hopes that it would calm her. It didn't. He growled again and he pressed his lips harder against hers, his body beginning to react in ways that it should not.

It was only when he gripped her hips tightly that her heart skipped a beat. It was that split second of a moment that he knew would save her life. He broke his lips apart from hers for only a moment to sniff the air around them, ensuring her scent was masked by his own, before he once again captured her lips with a kiss. Her hands were no longer trying to push him away as her eyes fluttered closed. Her shoulders sagged as she slumped against the tree, and he couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. This was not how he had planned to kiss her, but it had calmed her and done its job.

He vowed the next time they would both find pleasure out of the act.

"She's gone."

"Damn it."

"Lets just go and find another."

Godric listened carefully, waiting for the vampires to leave the park before slowly drawing himself away from Grace. He did peck her on the lips one last time before taking a step away from the breathless girl. His smirk widened at how flushed she was, the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"A-are they gone?" she whispered, glancing over her shoulder to where the vampires had been so close to finding her.

"Yes," he nodded, eying her closely. He was intrigued what her reaction would be, and already found great amusement in how heavily she was breathing. She raised a hand to place over her heart that was once again beginning to race and stared at him like he was absolutely mad.

"W-what was…" she motioned between them. "That?"

"I needed to mask your scent," he shrugged.

It did make sense to her. The kiss, however, still baffled her. Where the hell had that come from?

And why did a small part of her actually feel disappointed that it had ended so quickly?

"But why…why did you…" her fingers had a mind of their own as they brushed across her lips. She could still feel the faint pressure of his lips against hers and that caused her blush to darken. What was wrong with her?

"Why did I kiss you?" he was teasing her again. He couldn't help it. He enjoyed seeing her rattled, seeing the frustration build in her orbs. It was amusing to him.

"Yes, why did you kiss me?" her shoulders straightened as she pushed herself away from the tree. Was he really teasing her about this? Was he really turning this into some sort of joke?

"Your fear was alerting them to where you were. I simply had to cease your fear," he explained simply.

"By kissing me? That's how you decided to get rid of my fear?" she raised an eyebrow. Was he being serious right now?

"It worked, did it not?" he raised an eyebrow. "The skip in your heartbeat just saved your life, Grace, and you are angry?"

Grace crossed her arms, sending him a pointed glare. "Was kissing really the only way to save my life?"

"Perhaps there were other alternatives," Godric shrugged. "Not nearly as enjoyable, though."

"Enjoyable for who, exactly?" she muttered under her breath.

"You, it seems."

Her eyes narrowed, though she didn't deny it. "Can we leave now? Or did you plan to hang out in the trees all night?"

He chuckled but waved for her to lead the way. She huffed as she turned on her heal and began through the trees to the park. Godric couldn't stop his orbs from dropping to her backside as she waltzed around the trees, and shook his head when he realized he was enjoying the view. What would Eric have to say if he could see his maker?

Godric had to stifle a snort, knowing if it had been the Viking in his shoes, he would have taken Grace right then and there. He had a bit more class then that, though only just barely.

What was this girl doing to him? He had not fucked a human in many years, and even then, it had never been intimate. He had never cared. It had only been to relieve a need. But he found that desire flaring from deep inside of him, clawing it's way to the forefront. Grace was different in many many ways, but in that moment, a part of Godric merely wanted to take her.

"Mother of…" Grace's voice shook him from his thoughts and he was grateful for the distraction.

Or he would take a page out of his Viking's book and rip her clothes from her body before she could even utter a word.

The sudden scent of her blood, however, did nothing to suppress the urge, and instead caused his lower half to twitch in anticipation. He had not felt like this in decades, and yet this girl comes along and was threatening to bring out the beast from within. How had she so easily made him forget his misery?

"Ouch."

"Grace?" Godric swallowed hard, trying to shake away the newly awakened desire and appeared at her side in concern. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she waved off his worried hands. "I just tripped and scratched myself on a branch. I'm fine."

"You are not fine."

"Lets just get out of here instead of arguing if I'm fine or not," she suggested, continuing through the trees until the sight of the swing set came into view.

"Are you certain you're not hurt?"

"It's just a little scratch," Grace assured with a shrug, turning around once they were inside the park. She felt like she could breathe finally, though one glance at him and she felt the blood rush back to her cheeks. "I'm fine,"

His orbs never left her leg however, as if he could see right through the material. She shifted uncomfortably when he inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening.

"You're bleeding," his voice had lowered into an almost growl.

Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline before realization dawned. She was bleeding. He was a vampire.

"Oh," she took a hesitant step back. "Are you…are you okay?"

His gaze snapped to hers and the ache in his fangs lessened just the slightest. The hint of fear on her face was enough to sate his hunger. For now.

"I'm fine," he nodded. "Though you should return home; should the vampires smell your blood they will return and will not stop until they find you."

The blood drained from her face. "That would definitely not be good."

"Not at all," he agreed with a strained voice. "Perhaps another evening we could…"

"Do you want to come up?" she wasn't about to let tonight be ruined because some hungry vampires had come around and spooked them. Well, they had spooked her and caused Godric to 'calm' her by any means necessary. Which included a kiss; a kiss she still could not get out of her thoughts.

He seemed surprised at her offer. "You are asking a vampire to your home?"

"Pretty sure that's what I just said, yeah," she nodded with a frown. If he didn't want to, he could have just said so. "But it's fine. I'll just go and…"

"You are a fool," he shook his head in disbelief. Never had a human willingly offered him an invitation into their home without the expectation of sex.

"Gee, thanks," Grace rolled her eyes. "I appreciate the insult."

"I didn't mean it as such," Godric frowned. He forgot how sensitive humans were at times. "I would…I would very much like to accompany you."

Her eyes narrowed, eying him carefully in case he was just humoring her. But he genuinely did look surprise at her offer, and that caused her to relax. "Alright then, lets go then. I'd rather not be a vampire chew toy."

Godric nodded in agreement as he motioned her towards the building. He laid a hand on her back as they walked and she couldn't help the thoughts that crossed her mind. The damn kiss would not leave her alone. It had just been an act to calm her down, right? It couldn't have been for any other reason. She shouldn't enjoy the thought of Godric kissing her again. She didn't just kiss strangers; she wasn't that kind of girl.

But then again, Godric wasn't entirely a stranger, or a typical man.

She tried to hide the sigh that escaped her lips, but could feel Godric's stare as he sent her a questioning glance. She tried to ignore him as they crossed the street, but it was damn near impossible. She was going to have to have a long discussion with Godric about staring at people. Not only was it making her uncomfortable, but it only increased thoughts she really shouldn't be having.

Not that she would include that last part into this discussion.

Godric wondered what Grace could have possibly been thinking about as she ushered him into the apartment building and up the stairs. He arrived on the third floor landing in only a blink of an eye, leaving a grumbling Grace to pull herself up the flights of stairs at a human pace.

"You really like showing off, don't you," she accused.

He only smiled in return, causing her to roll her eyes at him.

"Vampires," she shook her head before slipping the key into her apartment door, pushing it open and motioning him in. When he remained outside, staring at her expectantly, she blushed yet again and mumbled an invitation.

"Thank you," he stepped over the threshold, gazing around the small apartment with interest. "Are your roommates home?"

"No, thank god," Grace led him into the living room, frowning when she realized she hadn't cleaned up today. "Haley moved in with her boyfriend months ago and Amy is with hers this weekend. So it's just us."

He nodded as he took a good look around. It was small and cramped and it made him wonder how humans could possibly live in such a place. He was quickly reminded, however, that he had slept in the ground for the majority of his existence. It had only been in the recent centuries that he had taken to living in a home.

"Sorry about the mess," she hobbled over to the couch, collecting a few magazines and dumping them on the side table before grabbing dishes from the coffee table. "I wasn't expecting to be mauled by a two thousand year old vampire"

"I did not maul you," Godric defended with a quirk of his lips.

She snickered as she slipped into the kitchen for a quick moment, suppressing a wince until she was safely in the other room. Maybe she had been wrong. Maybe it hadn't been just a small little scratch. Her calf was beginning to throb in pain and she could feel the blood that was starting to stain her jeans. Not a little cut at all.

"You're in pain," Godric was beside her in the kitchen in an instant. "Why didn't you say so?"

"I'm fine," she insisted, forcing a smile. "Really, Godric."

He sent her a pointed look before his gaze dropped to her leg. The ache of his fangs was growing again and he tried desperately not to inhale the smell of her blood.

"This is really bothering you, isn't it?" she asked curiously. She wasn't angry that he was struggling with his control. He hadn't attacked her yet, or even made a move too. If he had wanted to, he could have drained every ounce of blood from her body. But he hadn't. "When was the last time you had blood?"

"Not for many days," he admitted, pulling his gaze to meet his. "It's become difficult since arriving in Dallas."

"You don't want anyone to recognize you," she nodded in understanding. "I get it. But isn't that not good? Don't you guys need blood like we need food?"

"I don't require as much blood at my age."

"But you still require it," Grace pointed out with a frown. "You haven't eaten for days and I'm just standing here bleeding. That's not so good, is it?"

He began to assure her that he was fine, that he could control himself. But even he knew he was lying. He had learned control throughout his long existence, but he had never gone so long without blood. Even while he was in the fellowship, he would sip the True Bloods they shoved into his cage.

"I'm afraid I should not have let it go this long," Godric sighed heavily, taking a step back. "Perhaps I should leave. I do not want to cause you any harm and…"

"Nuh uh," Grace quickly shook her head. Their evening wasn't going to end just because she was bleeding out. "I'll just go clean it up and presto, we'll be fine."

The urge would still be there, he knew. The smell of blood would remain in his nostrils until he had sustenance once again. He didn't want to put her in dangers way. He had done everything in his power to protect her only moments ago; he would not be the one who drained her because he lost control.

"It would be best if I…"

"If you went and sat in the living room. Yep, it would be," she started pushing him out of the kitchen and towards the couch. She would not take no for an answer. "I still have a thousand questions and I feel like you owe me one so…"

"I owe you one?" he raised an eyebrow, allowing for her to push him down onto the couch. He frowned as it groaned under his weight, but it held in place. "I remember quite clearly that I was the one to save your life."

"Yes but you were two hours late," she pointed out. "And a man should never leave a woman waiting. It's rude."

"Is that so?" a small chuckle emitted from his lips. How was this girl able to elicit such a response from him? Oh yes, his children would be quite amused if he learned about his odd relationship with this human.

"Mhmm," she chirped, grinning herself. "Now sit there and don't move. I'll just go fix myself up and then we can talk."

He had a feeling she would dive herself in front of the door before he could leave. The thought once again amused him. It seemed she had grown just as attached to him as he was to her.

"I'll be right back," she promised before limping into her bedroom and closing the door behind her. She leaned against the door with a long sigh, her eyes fluttering close as she allowed a moment to just breathe. She had nearly become a blood bag to two vampires; she just needed a minute or two.

Pulling herself together, Grace pushed herself away from the door and began towards her dresser, pulling out a pair of yoga pants to change into. Taking a deep breath, she slowly began to tug down her jeans, wincing as the material rubbed against what she first thought to be a simple scratch. It wasn't a scratch at all, however. With the jeans in a pile on the floor, she finally got a good look and paled at the gash that appeared on her calf.

"Oh god," she had never liked the sight of blood before. She once fainted just stepping into the hospital and seeing a bag of blood. She was a wimp, she knew that. And seeing the blood seeping out of the gash, it was beginning to make her nauseous. "Yep, definitely not a scratch."

She let out a shaky breath, swallowing hard as she began across the room to where her first aid kit was. She didn't even make it halfway, however, when the door burst open. Her eyes grew wide as she just stared at Godric in horror.

"Godric!" she exclaimed, her mouth dropping open.

He just stood there staring at her, his orbs glancing between her lace panties and bloodied leg.

"I'm not wearing pants!" she cried out in embarrassment, trying to shoo him back out of the room. The first step she took however, she cringed and swayed on her feet, Godric appearing at her side in mere seconds. She jumped, grabbing her yoga pants and trying to cover what she could. "Godric, get out!"

He raised an eyebrow, uncertain of what he'd done to elicit her anger and embarrassment. "You're in pain. That is not a scratch, Grace."

"Well I know that!" she pushed at his arm as he wrapped it around her waist and helped her down onto the edge of the bed. "Seriously, out! I'm not wearing pants!"

He stared down at her bare legs, slowly kneeling before her. Her face was as red as a tomato; she felt like she was dying of embarrassment. "Does the fact that you are not wearing pants bother you so? You're hurt"

"But I'm not wearing pants!" she complained with a groan. This wouldn't have been as mortifying he had hadn't just kissed her moments ago.

"You care more about the fact that you are currently not wearing pants than the fact that you are bleeding and in pain?" he didn't understand humans. This girl confused him even further.

"Godric!" she tried shoving at his shoulders to get him to move but he just remained in place before her, his hands gently raising her calf to inspect the wound. "Seriously! Not. Wearing. Pants."

Her worry about pants, however, quickly disappeared the moment his fangs extended, a sharp click ringing in the room. She froze, her eyes growing even wider as she stared at those razor sharp incisors. Godric too stilled, gazing up at her out the corner of his eye. He forced his fangs back into his gums, but it was beginning to be a struggle to control himself. He wanted to sink his fangs into her thigh and drink her dry. It was not a thought he enjoyed, but the blood lust was beginning to consume him. Being this close to human blood after so many years of true blood, it was causing the beast from within to claw free.

"G-Godric?" her voice wavered, her heart beginning to race as she stared cautiously down at him. "Are you okay?"

"No," he admitted, his hand running up her calf, his fingertips tracing along the edge of the wound. She whimpered at the pain and tried to pull away, but his other hand grasped onto her ankle tightly. "No, I am very much not okay."

She never feared Godric when had been behind her last night, his hand clasped around her neck. She hadn't been afraid of him at all. But in that moment, with a very hungry vampire kneeling before her, her bleeding calf in his grasps, she was afraid. Grace didn't believe he would intentionally hurt her. But in that moment, it was not Godric sitting there. He was just a regular old vampire who had not eaten in days. And that scared her.

"I-I'm sorry."

Godric's entire demeanor changed from those two words. He gazed up at her with an incredulous look. "Are you apologizing?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I'm bleeding. And you're obviously hungry," tt wasn't rational to her either, but she was caught between being scared of the vampire before her and mortified that she still wasn't wearing pants. "So I'm sorry?"

"You are apologizing to a vampire that could quite easily kill you because you happen to be bleeding in front of them. You are apologizing when you are the one in pain," his brow furrowed. "I do not understand humans."

"Well I don't understand vampires, so we're even."

A low chuckle sounded from his lips, and just like that, the vampire she had known for the past two days returned before her very eyes. "You are truly amusing, Grace."

"Thanks?" she wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not. "I'm still not wearing any pants though."

"I'm aware," his orbs moved up her leg to where her panties began. His fangs threatened to extend for a second time, only for a much different reason this time. It was difficult to be so close to such a beautiful desire and not being allowed to divulge himself. "You are still bleeding, however."

"Do you…do you want some?" she surprised herself by asking. She surprised Godric as well, his head snapping up to meet her shy gaze.

"What?"

"I mean, you're obviously hungry, and you can't feed because then everyone will know you're alive and for some reason you don't want that. I mean I'm just…my leg is just bleeding so…" why was she asking such a thing? Why was she offering? Was she really that naïve? It was like offering a juicy steak to a lion. Was she truly that much of an idiot?

Godric was awed by her offer. He was close, so close, to wanting to end her life and drink every last drop of her blood. And here she was, offering that very same blood to him.

"I don't think that is a good idea," Godric shook his head, beginning to rise. "You should clean the wound before it gets infected. I believe it's that that I leave."

"No!" she grabbed at his arm, wincing as she put weight on her leg. "You can't just go."

"I will not harm you, Grace. It seems that I'm unable to control myself tonight."

"Wouldn't it be easier to have blood then? I mean, it would help right?" Grace chewed on her bottom lip. She couldn't believe she was doing this. "You can't just walk into the grocery store and buy True Blood; you could be seen. You could glamour a human to get you some, I guess, but still it could be risky. And do you really want to risk losing control on some poor innocent person because you haven't fed in so long?"

"Do you realize what you're offering?" his frown deepened as he gazed down at her. "You may be that poor innocent human."

"I trust you," and she did. She did trust him. It was why she was offering. She shouldn't have been. She should have just shooed him out of the room and cleaned herself up. But he was hungry, that was apparent, and she was bleeding; she was a walking talking food source. And she trusted Godric. He was struggling with control, but he had yet to attack her. That told her all she needed to know. "It's okay Godric."

He didn't want to. He didn't want to taste her blood, to even have a drop of it. He was worried he would lose control after so long of not having human blood. True Blood could never taste like the real thing, but he had forced himself to drink the vile stuff the moment it had been created. Not a single drop of human blood had been shed because of him, and he had prided himself on that fact.

But Grace was correct; if he didn't have blood soon, he would lose control. And it would likely be some innocent human he would happen to come across. It was already becoming unbearable just to be in her presence. Could he trust himself to not hurt her, however? Could he trust himself to stop?

"You won't hurt me," she tugged at his hand, offering a small reassuring smile.

"How do you know that I won't?"

"I don't," she shrugged. "But I just have this feeling that you won't."

She truly was unlike any other being he had ever encountered.

Sighing, Godric allowed his hunger to consume him as he knelt beside her. "You are certain?"

She nodded, not uttering a word. She was certain if she opened her mouth again, she would change her mind. So she simply closed her eyes tightly and waited. When his fangs clicked back into place, however, her entire body tensed.

"I will not bite you," he vowed, slicing his own tongue before grasping onto her calf gently. "I promise you that."

Grace swallowed back her fright and nodded for him to begin. Her hands clutched onto her bed sheets as she felt Godric's breath on her leg. She shuddered involuntarily as his tongue flicked out, tasting her for the first time. She had expected him to sink his fangs into her flesh at the first taste, but he stuck to his words and only licked around the wound.

Godric could not help the moan that escaped his lips. The vampires had been correct; her blood was that of a virgin. It only caused her to taste sweeter than he was even expecting. He savored her taste as he licked away the blood with long strokes. His hands tightened on her calf as he approached her wound, gently prodding the ripped skin. Grace whimpered in pain, but his hand began massaging the back of her knee in attempt to soothe her. He bit into his own tongue, his blood flowing over her wound with every lick. The least he could do was heal her as he enjoyed her sweet blood.

As the pain began to ease, Grace relaxed on the bed and allowed a sigh of relief to slip from her lips. The sound was like music to his ears and he found himself becoming greedy, wanting every last drop. When another smell began littering the room, however, Godric froze. He rose from her healing wound to sniff the air before his gaze fell on her laced panties.

It appeared he was not the only one enjoying his ministrations.

A smirk began to spread across his lips as he licked the remaining blood away, his orbs never leaving her panties. He could smell her growing arousal, and was not surprised at all when a soft moan was muffled as Grace bit down hard on her bottom lip. Her cheeks flushed a dark shade of red and he had to stifle a chuckle at her reaction. It pleased him to know that instead of bringing her pain, he was bringing her pleasure.

He was growing worried, though, that he would lose control in an entirely different sense if he did not stop. It took all the strength he could muster to lift himself away from her now healed leg and not taking her right there on her very own bed.

"I believe I'll give you a moment to dress yourself," he rose to his feet, the smirk still plastered across his face.

Grace peeked an eye open, and at the sight of the smirk, her eyes grew wide. She was embarrassed when his licks had begun to stir something inside of her, her lower half beginning to burn in a need she had not felt in so long.

"Or perhaps a few moments," his gaze fell to her panties and her mouth fell open in surprise. "I'll wait for you in the living room."

With that, he waltzed right out of the room, closing the door behind him. She stared at where he had only been moments ago before groaning in embarrassment. She had not just become aroused while he was licking away her blood!

"Oh god!" she flopped back on her bed, throwing an arm over her burning face. Like this night could have gotten any more mortifying!

A/N: I should be sorry for how long this turned out, but I'm not. expect another chapter today with plenty of fluff (because this is just one big fluffy fic)