Morning came and went. Another day to see if Freddy wanted to hit me again. I decided to head out and see if anymore "good news" came up.
I was a little tired from staying up all night but I had enough energy to make it there and back; assuming he didn't want to put up an argument or worse.
I saw a very familiar car and headed in.
"You really need to get another cell phone," Freddy greeted me.
I rolled my eyes, "Hello."
"They picked out there theme and it's a little weird," Freddy said popping up his eyebrows.
I was ready for something out there.
"You're supposed to be a pin up girl," he explained shaking his head.
I chuckled. My costume will be fun.
"And I'm supposed to be a mafia gangster," he finished a little puzzled.
"What dance are we doing?" I asked.
"Their music is a little fast so…" he trailed off unwilling to admit anything.
"The Jive!" I screamed in enthusiasm. "Oh, I'm so excited!"
Freddy shook his head.
"When do we get tailored?" I asked thinking ahead.
"Already done," Freddy said already a few steps ahead of me.
I thought for a moment, "Does Andre know?"
"I told him. He said we'll just start practicing the waltz another time," Freddy answered.
There was a pause. I couldn't tell if he was excited about this or not. He wanted to be famous but somehow doing the Jive to get your name in everyone's head wasn't the right road to fame.
"Have you met them yet?" I asked unable to remember a band name or stage name.
"Nope," he answered. "Just heard them over the phone."
A little suspicious but Freddy wasn't the best with people skills so I let it go.
"So… are we going to practice…?" I asked.
"Just because I said I've herd their music doesn't mean I heard the song we're dancing to," Freddy answered a little edgy.
Don't you ever ask questions?
"Alright, so I guess this meeting is over… when do you wanna meet next?" I asked crossing my arms.
"Tomorrow around lunch," Freddy answered already heading towards the exit. "They call me daily with updates."
I was in shock. I watched him go thinking he'd turn right around and smack me. I heard his car ignite and drive off. I stood there for a moment taking in the spectacular moment. He didn't even touch me! Not one mark to go home with and lie about.
"This is too weird," I said walking out.
No bodily harm done?
I walked into the house thinking I should roll up my sleeves and double check to make sure a bruise didn't appear out of no where. Then I remembered I was in a house full of vampires and should make sure I wasn't bleeding.
God, I'm going insane, I thought frantically.
"You are?" Sookie asked confused.
I groaned in annoyance, "Sookie, I know I apologized to you, but what I said about staying out of my head, still applies!"
"Sorry," Sookie said. "But your thoughts are the only one's I can hear in this house."
She can't hear vampires? Weird.
Sookie glanced up at me, "Yeah."
"So is there a way I can turn down the volume?" I asked trying to help.
She shook her head.
It was about mid afternoon and now was the best time to have a nap if I was going to stay up all night. I walked to my bedroom and stared at my bed for a moment. Would I dream of him again?
It had been a few days now so most of the blood should be out of my system. Well… it humanly should be out of my system unless it's like gum and supposedly takes seven years to digest. Stupid tree sap… tar thing.
I collapsed onto the bed staring up at the ceiling. It was harder to fall asleep with the sun shining through my window since I was so used to the dark. But in the end, fatigue collected me.
I giggled.
Something was tickling me. The sensation came from my neck. It was cool, icy, and just a tad wet. But that didn't bother me.
I glanced over my shoulder smiling. Godric buried his face into my hair inhaling deeply. I rolled my eyes playfully. What was with guys and smelling our hair? I thought my blood smelled better anyways.
We were on the bed. It wasn't made which mad me believe we finished making love together. I looked down seeing a tank top and boy shorts on. I glanced back at Godric only seeing him half naked from the waist up.
His cold arms wrapped around me as we sat at the edge. It was a moment I liked where we could just enjoy each other's company without jumping one another.
His lips landed on my open neck making my quiver a little. For two thousand years old he sure knew how to be gentle enough to tickle someone. I wasn't even that ticklish and here I am giggling away like some school girl.
"You're so funny," he whispered into my ear.
I shook my head smiling. Would I ever be able to get over my obsessive infatuation with him? He was all I could think about.
I heard his fangs come out. I glanced behind me and moved my hair to one side of my neck giving him easier access.
"You sure?" he asked cautiously.
"You don't need to ask anymore," I said caressing his arms around me.
"Let me know if it hurts," he pleaded.
"It never does," I whispered closing my eyes.
His fangs pierced my skin making me flinch a little. I opened my mouth breathing a little harder to get the blood flowing for him. His jaw tightened on my neck. He was enjoying himself which mad me smile. I owed every ounce of blood I had to him.
Godric never took more than he needed and never stayed on me for longer than a minute. He knew if he took too much I would become too weak and groggy to stand or even take his blood in return.
Godric released me. I exhaled slowly as Godric started cleaning up. His tongue teased me lightly as he licked up the remaining blood.
"Did that hurt?" he asked finished with his work.
I shook my head, "Not at all."
"You know you can tell me if I'm too rough," Godric said wrapping his arms around me again. "I don't want to break you."
"I don't believe you will," I answered turning my head to kiss his cheek. "I trust you."
The dream ended. I opened my eyes seeing the ceiling come in and out of focus. The dream wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Definitely telling e the blood I had was mostly out of my system.
I sat up immediately seeing a dark figure at my door. My heart pounded in my chest as the figure approached me. I stayed where I was thinking my visitor wouldn't harm me in Godric's own home.
"We need to talk," Eric said stopping before me.
"I'm listening," I said calmly.
He was quiet for a moment, "I admire that you believe you owe something to Godric, but I do not appreciate how concerned he's become with you."
I looked up at him silently. A vampire was finally taking care of another vampire's problems. I knew this day would come when Godric wanted me in his personal life. I was ready for this conversation and all that it had in store for me.
"You want me to leave?" I asked thinking that's what he was implying.
"Basically, yes," Eric answered. "He's acting more human which isn't good for a vampire his age."
"Because he's important to your society and you feel that I am… distracting him," I added.
He nodded.
"Well, I hate to upset a vampire, but I am staying until Godric deems me unnecessary," I spoke staying calm.
I knew where he was coming from. I understood how he felt but Godric was something more to me now than before.
"That will happen soon… since you won't be young forever," Eric smiled.
"You're right," I agreed. "I won't be young forever. And I too understand that once I'm old and distasteful he will tire of me and find another AB negative."
"So you understand that getting close to Godric won't do you any favors," Eric stated standing completely still before me.
"I can promise you, Eric, that I will be out of his life and your concern by the time I hit age twenty-three," I stated.
Twenty-three was a rough guess but most people that age were growing out of their teenage adolescent youth and moving into more… sophisticated beings. I knew that vampire's preferred younger blood due to the energy and excitement they get from it.
"And if not?" Eric asked opening his mouth to show me his fangs.
"Then you can do whatever you want with me," I answered knowing for a fact this wasn't going to happen. "Anything your non-existent heart desires."
"I look forward to that," Eric said with a smirk.
I rose from the bed and started to exit the room, "I'm only seventeen Eric, you still have a few years to wait until that day comes."
"It will come faster than you think," Eric said following close behind to whisper in my ear.