It was 1999 now, and to be honest, I couldn't believe I was a thousand years old in just two days when it hit 2000. A thousand... and the 21st Century began too.

Wow.

I had been wandering once more, meeting other vampires and soon enough, I was well known as this ancient vampire wandering the world.

Huh. Ancient? Just because I hadn't had sex in over five hundred years didn't make me ancient.

Fashion had changed so much, and I had fallen in love with jeans. Mobile phones were a blessing, and I did pop back to Godrics place in Dallas to give him my number. I had heading over to spend Christmas with him and the others.

Eric was gone, and Godric told me it was after a werewolf operation a good few years ago. Wow. Eric left-? I wasn't expecting that to happen at all.

Christmas with Godric was so going to be so much fun, and he had the place decorated up for me coming home.

"Merry Christmas." he told me now as I walked through into the room where he was sat on his chair, he got up and walked over, and I hugged him for a moment, chuckling. "Hello."

"Welcome home." he smiled now, then stepped back to see me in jeans and a long deep blue vest with matching heels. "Over a hundred years again. Did you find what you were looking for?"

I sighed, then smiled a little. "I suppose I did. I got lonely."

"But I heard you met so many people?" he said now with a raised eyebrow, and I sighed once more. "Yes, but they weren't you or Eric."

"I'm humbled." he smiled, then Isabel walked in and saw me, then pretty much screamed and ran over, hugging me tightly- jeez, why was everyone so happy to see me once more? Well, I had been gone for a hundred years... and I had been missed. People missed me. Wow.

"Welcome back." she smiled now, letting me go. "And Merry Christmas! Are you staying for a while?"

"Until New Year yeah." I smiled and she seemed happy enough. Godric now turned to her and asked. "May I speak alone with Freyr?"

"Of course." Isabel said, backing out the room and closing the door behind her.

Godric walked up to me now and took my face in his hands, a smile appearing on his face. "We parted on awkward terms, didn't we?"

"We did." I admitted, and he kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry it I was part of the reason you left."

"It's fine." I told him, and he said, looking around the room. "You think this room needs some Christmas touch?"

"Yes."

I dashed out the room now, then grabbed the box of decorations and dragged it into the room where Godric was sat back down on his chair, then sighed in defeat as I draped a long red string of sparkly tinsel around his neck like a scarf.

To be honest, I didn't know how he put up with me.

The house was extra-Christmasfied now, if that was a word, and soon enough everyone was trying to avoid their Sheriffs hyper brat that wanted to put tinsel on everything.

I'd never celebrated Christmas before really, so this was my first time in about five hundred years that we were... and yes, I was hyper about it.

Stan didn't like the green tinsel around his cowboy hat.

I did wish in a way that Eric would turn up, but he never did, and on Christmas eve, I knew he wasn't coming. And that hurt...

Me and Godric were the last ones left in the house now, all the others out for a Christmas eve party somewhere, but we didn't want to go and I had my head on his lap as we watched TV.

"Thank you for coming back." he told me now, and I looked up and smiled. "Miss Christmas? Wouldn't dream of it."

We were silent for a moment, staring at the screen, then he asked. "Do you miss Eric?"

"I would love to say yes... but I just don't know anymore."

"Do you know where he is?"

"No. I don't." I said sadly, and he sighed in defeat. "Would you like to know?"

I frowned and looked up once more. "Huh-? You know where he is-?"

"Yes. He took that Sheriff job in Louisiana. I imagine you'll find him there somewhere."

"He took the job?" I chuckled now, not surprised in the least- he always was a bighead with a taste for power. I had been offered the job of Queen in Georgia by Sebastian yet again, but I had refused... four times now. I valued my freedom way too much, and besides, Dorian had been staying there with him, being Sheriff while Sebastian stayed as King. All my boys were Sheriffs... I felt like a mother hen, so proud of them all.

I was getting too soft- Godric was rubbing off on me.

"Yes, he took the job." Godric told me, and I sighed in defeat. "I hope he's not abusing his position."

"I don't think so." he said, and I knew he was thinking the same thing- he probably was.

"Can't you stay here for longer?" he asked me now, and I chuckled. "Did you miss me?"

"Indeed I did." Godric told me, and I realized he was telling the truth- both his children had left him, and I didn't blame him for getting a little lonely. A thousand odd years together made you inseparable.

"N'aww (!)" I chuckled, then the clock struck midnight, and he said quietly. "Christmas Day."

"Hooray." I laughed, sitting up and letting out a yawn- it was still hours until dawn, but I felt like I wanted my bed right now. Well, if I had a bed.

"Tired?" he asked me in an amused voice, and I nodded. "Yes. Busy evening. Takes a lot out of an ol' girl."

Godric rolled his eyes at that, then sighed. "Unless you want to stay with Stan-"

"Hell no."

"- there's room in my bed." he had to roll his eyes once more at the end of that- what was new on me sleeping with him probably. "Ok." I smirked and got to my feet, pulling him up too, pulling a wrapped present from my bag and put it under the tree, telling him. "You didn't think I would forget did you?"

"Do you think I have?" he said to me, and I guessed not.

Godrics bedroom was lovely really, all bright and light as if it was daytime. He'd never been one for coffins, and he had joked once that he was claustrophobic when it came to them. Had he been joking? Probably not.

I plonked myself down on the massive bed now and looked around- I spotted something in a frame now, then spied a black and white photo of me, Godric and Eric back in the 1800s. I always had loved that photo... so it was Godric that stole it from my sketchbook where I'd hidden it. The little shit.

"Sorry for stealing it." he apologized now, and I chuckled. "Never mind. It looks better on your wall." I turned and looked to him stood at the foot of the bed, then I sighed, yanking my jeans off and making him roll his eyes- I never was discreet. I could be a great stripper if I wanted.

"Goodness Freyr." he groaned, and I got into the bed and patted the other side. "Come on sweetie."

I think Godric had given up on me and manners and he did, raising a hand and running it through his hair that was near enough black and slighly spiky.

"I am going to lighten that hair of yours and shorten it." I told him with a smirk, and he scowled. "You may have been able to bully Eric into letting you tamper with his hair, but not with me."

"Please?"

"Don't make me command you." he chuckled, then I sighed in defeat, lying down and turning my back on him. There was movement, then I felt arms creep around my waist. "Did I annoy you?"

"That you did." I replied, turning to face him where he was smirking, but now he lent forwards and it was just like a hundred years ago in this same place. He kissed me once more, but this time I didn't actually mind and kissed him back for a moment. Godric did love me, and I could feel it on his lips as he kissed me once more.

As they got deeper, I pulled away and said hastily. "No. I don't think I can do this." He sighed, then pushed me down onto the bed and said. "Don't think then."

"Godric." I said as he went to kiss me again, and he backed off, looking apologetic. "Sorry. I'm a bit new to this- I never really met a person I wanted to kiss before. Usually it involves some mind tricks."

I sighed now, then thought about it- Eric wasn't in the picture, and now our maker was showing this attraction to me, and I did actually love him. I couldn't wait for Eric forever, and besides- this was revenge in a way for all those times he had cheated on me.

"Don't be-" I said now, taking him aback while I kissed him back, letting him push me back onto the bed, kissing my neck for a moment before going back to my lips. He pulled my vest off and kissed up my chest back to my neck where I felt him bite into me and felt myself groan. I didn't mind to be honest, and my own blood tasted rather nice when he kissed me once more.

But I still felt a little guilty about Eric the whole time...

I woke up the next evening, our Christmas morning. At least my neck was healed, but there was blood on the pillows from where it had been healing. Urgh.

Godric was still fast asleep as I got up, grabbing my clothes from the floor and pulling them on. I gathered up his own clothes now and placed them next to him on the bed. I had to admit, having sex with my two thousand year old maker had been the last thing on my mind when I returned to Dallas. But it had happened, and to be honest, I had no regrets at all. Especially about the previous night. None at all.

Talk about breaking a five hundred year dry spell with aplomb.

Isabel was sat on the sofa now, and she smirked when she saw me. "Good morning."

God... could you keep anything secret around here-? Obviously not.

"Morning." I replied, and she said sweetly, that smirk that meant she knew exactly what had happened last night back on her face. "Sure you wanted to get up?"

"Yep." I said, then Godric appeared and asked. "Did you say something Isabel?" she shook her head now and said hastily. "No Sheriff."

"Good." he just said, a smirk on his own face as he turned away- yeah, that had shut her up.

It was Christmas morning of sorts for us now, and the moon was already coming out at just seven in the evening.

I guess it was a family thing... in a way with this Christmas, and now Godric tossed me a little silver wrapped present and I raised an eyebrow, then opened it to find a red box with a necklace of a white gold and sapphire shaped into a little heart. God it looked more than expensive.

"Hell... how much did this monster cost-!" I asked him now, but he chuckled and said. "Wouldn't you like to know. The money doesn't matter to me, but what you think of it does."

"It's beautiful." I smiled, and he took it from me, then put it around my neck and fastened it. "There- you like it?"

"I love it." I chuckled, then handed him his own, going. "I'm sorry it's nothing better."

He opened it now and pulled out the slightly battered sketchbook that had belonged to me. One he had never seen before.

"Are you sure?" he asked now, looking more than a little shocked. I smiled and nodded. "I thought you might like it. All of us before anything got between us... I thought you might like the memories that come with it."

He was turning over the pages now- our travels through Britain, America, Brazil, Africa... everywhere we had all been together as a family of sorts. Before Dorian, before Pam... just us as new vampires and our Roman maker.

I'd actually managed to make a two thousand year old vampire speechless. Now that didn't happen everyday.

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