Steve lowered his gun, "Shut up."

The gun fired in his hands. I jumped far to late to dodge any bullet but I didn't feel any pain. I slowly peeked down seeing the bullet hole in the grass instead of my foot. I glared back up at Steve completely unsurprised he'd shot at me.

"Next time you open your mouth, I won't miss," Steve said holding the gun so it was pointing up now.

I crossed my arms and tapped my foot groaning.

"Hey guys?" Luke asked. "Can we get moving?"

A flash zoomed around us pushing the guys farther from me. I looked around seeing Steve up against the totaled car and Luke down on the ground. He came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist hovering his open mouth over my neck.

"I'd kill the man with the stake first," I quickly said pointing down to Luke.

The vampire followed my hand seeing Luke.

"Thank you, sweetheart," he said. "I'll be sure to pay extra special attention to you."

I bolted towards the church then. Steve followed me but almost in slow motion since he glanced back to see if he was following us.

I can't believe I just made a vampire kill someone, I thought building up speed. That's twice in one night.

A bullet shot over my head, "Don't waste your bullets on me!"

"You just offered up Luke as a snack!" Steve shouted shooting at me. "You child of the devil!"

Okay, that's pushing it a little far, I thought turning the corner seeing the church.

I really didn't know why being in the church would be safe. He didn't have to ask to enter. But maybe Steve had the basement overstocked with stake shooters. I shuddered finding those weapons worse than any gun.

My ankle was really starting to bother me now. Ever since I landed wrong during the music video shoot, I've been trying to baby it. But running at full speed because someone is shooting at you and a vampire is after you isn't making it any better. I could still run without limping but it was starting to throb now.

Another bullet passed me closer than the one before.

Do I wait until he's out of ammunition before I enter the church or do I just run in and hope he stops firing at me?

I almost ran into the door trying to stop and pull it open. It was a little heavy and I didn't have much of a pulling force with these particular shoes on. I had the door open and I walked in feeling a slight pain in my thigh.

I collapsed inside dragging myself to the center of the lobby. The pain in my leg was far too much to try and stand on it. If it hurt sitting down it would more than likely kill me standing up. I looked down at my leg seeing a hole and the bullet still in it. The blood was running from it but the bullet stopped most of the flow.

That fucker shot me, I thought frantically.

I poked at the bullet thinking I could get it out. It made a perfect hole in my stockings as I dug my finger into my skin. I grimaced from the pain trying to twist it out. It didn't budge and I gave up trying to move it finding the pain intolerable.

Steve came flying in with the gun still in his hand. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He panted as he leaned up against the door unable to control the state of mind he was in.

I slowly inched away from him. Now that I was almost in point blank range he could kill me instantly if he chose to. I scooted towards the nearest door wanting some space or a

barrier between us.

Steve glanced up and saw me. A grin formed on his face. He pointed the gun down at me slowly taking in his moment of great triumph.

I felt the pain before I heard the noise. He shot me in the shoulder this time. My collar bone had to be either cracked or broken. I winced in the pain trying not to cry out for his amusement. I placed one hand on my shoulder keeping it in place knowing movement would cause more pain. I felt the bullet still inside my skin and had to figure whatever gun Steve was using wasn't a very powerful one if it didn't go through my entire body.

A heard a clicking noise then. Steve was walking closer to me. I looked up from my shoulder seeing him pulling the trigger as he hovered over me.

"You are damn lucky I'm out of ammo," He said tossing the gun aside. "But I didn't want to kill you quickly anyways."

He walked past me opening the doors that I was moving towards, "Now that you've killed off Freddy and Luke, I will take great pleasure in destroying you myself."

I looked back at the door we both came through, "And the vampire?"

"Probably a stale mate," Steve answered. "Luke is smart and knows how to stake a vampire while he's drinking you."

So I really did offer him up as a snack, I thought letting the guilt overflow me. I had no choice though.

Steve came up behind me and took a had full of my hair. He pulled me through the two large doors into the main part of the church. I began to reach up and pull at his fingers but my collar bone didn't permit me to raise my arms. I cried out putting my arms back down again.

Steve pulled me to the front of the room where the cross stood. I was in between the first two rows of benches closest to the small podium where he preached his nonsense. He released me letting me collapse on the cold wood floor.

I gave up all hope, faith, and common sense. If Godric was alive he would have come for me by now. I was bleeding badly, had two bullets in my skin, and I screamed in pain inside myself. If he could tell how I felt he would have remembered what it was like to be human and feel torture again. If he was dead it had been proven, if he was alive he didn't care.

I whimpered letting the first few tears roll down my face. There was no hope for survival tonight. How many times have I cheated death within the past two days? Now it was coming to claim me as it's own. I would accept death for the second time in my life tonight.

"I hoped we would have an audience so I could truly prove to the world how vampire's and humans can not co-exist," Steve said looking down at me from his podium. "I think I'll make a few calls since the night is barely half way over."

An audience to watch my execution? How thoughtful of you, I thought unable to move from my position.

My body shivered. I winced as the movement brought pain to my collar bone and shoulder. I breathed lightly in case the rise and fall of my chest caused unnecessary movement.

"Look how excited they are," Steve said as the doors flew open and a large group of people entered the chapel. "They just couldn't stay away from an invitation to see a fangbanger killed off."

So, I'm not a sacrifice anymore since you just admitted you're killing me, I thought.

Only a few men walked into the room. I assumed they were going to do Steve's "dirty work" if he was too chicken to actually kill me himself.

"Is your wife here?" I asked making one final joke.

Steve looked up at the men, "It's best of Sarah didn't know what I do at night."

He referenced another joke that I made to him earlier. Most of the men snickered quietly.

"Don't worry, Lacey," Steve said to me like he was talking to a child. "I'm sure you'll see someone you love before it's over."

"All of my loved one's are dead," I said letting another wave of tears come down my face.

"Oh, he's not dead, yet," Steve said popping up an eyebrow.

"Just because I'm dying doesn't mean I'm gullible," I shot back. "If he truly was alive he would have made an appearance by now."

"He offered himself to me that night," Steve said hovering over my now. "The vampire came quietly because I promised him you'd live if he took your place."

I still didn't believe him. Not by a long shot, "Godric… is dead."

"I know words are empty to you at this point in time, so I will have action to show you," Steve said looking behind himself.

I heard doors open. I heard chains moving. A bunch of people entered the room from the back entrance with chains in their hands. I couldn't be fooled that easily. The noises stopped but the men suddenly became edgy as the rocked from foot to foot.

"Godric, is dead," I repeated.

"Here, let me help you up," Steve replied.

He took another handful of hair and clutched onto my bad shoulder. I screamed out in pain as he sat me up. I looked to the back of the room seeing nothing that convinced me Godric was alive. A saw a group of people surrounding one person in the middle. There were chains connected to the middle person that the outer circle held onto.

"See?" Steve said with a wicked smile.

"My vision is similar to a bat's Steve Newlin," I said sternly. "If you want me to see any of your lies you'll have to bring me closer."

Steve roughly put me on my feet. He held onto my upper arm and walked me up onto his podium. As I drew closer a few images became clearer. The chains were definitely silver from what I could tell. The man in the middle was short but I was convinced it was an actor.

"This is as close as we go," Steve said stopping me before I took a step down to their level.

The body structure was right. The hair was almost perfect. But something was a little off. Godric would have said something by now.

"You're already going to kill me Steve, so stop mocking me and get it over with," I said launching a spit ball at his face.

Steve wiped away the spit glaring a whole through me as he did.

"Let's see what he has to say," Steve said pointing to the circle of people. "Talk to her, Godric."

"It's not him," I said sternly.

"Lacey," his voice was hoarse.

"He had silver around his neck for a few hours so it might take some time for his vocal cords to grow back," Steve whispered in my ear.

I looked over at "Godric" unable to see his facial expression. I started to walk forward taking a step down from the small stage. Steve reached out and took my arm. I lifted my food leg standing on my bed foot and picked out at him. I made contact with his stomach shoving my heel into him. Steve doubled over and turned to vomit.

"Again, that's what heel are made for," I quoted from the first time I kicked him.

Godric chuckled, "That's why I can't get enough of you, Lacey."

I turned back to Godric and walked forward ignoring the people that surrounded him. His voice sounded perfect to be Godric's but that wasn't enough to fully satisfy me.

"No matter how many times your hurt or nearly killed you always had your trademark sense of humor," Godric said smiling.

The words rang a bell. It was what he said to me before he gave me the keys to his house. No one could look that up or pass it on to the next person to recite it. The truth was hard to handle and Godric was truly standing before me; as alive as vampire's could be.

"Oh God," I breathed feeling my knees become weak beneath me. "I thought you were dead."