"Godric?" I called for him quietly thinking he was out cold now.

"Yes?" he answered clearly.

"What's going to happen to Steve?" I asked.

Godric sighed angrily. "Do you really want to know what's in store for that fiend?"

"You're gunna kill him?" I asked my breath caught short.

"What he did to you," Godric spoke clenching his teeth. "Is worthy of death."

"Is it the way it has to be?" I asked.

Freddy and Luke were the two on my list that I offered to a vampire. Both were presumed dead since there was no proof of their survival. I really truly didn't want to add another name to my list. Even a man such as Steve Newlin, who did menacing things to me, didn't especially need to be added to my "hit list" for vampires to hunt and destroy.

"I don't know what other choice I have," Godric admitted with anger still in his voice.

"He won't stop hunting you until he is put to rest," Godric said swiftly sitting up in his hole.

I had the feeling he was looking at me but it was too dark to tell for sure. I glanced back at him through my hair trying to be sneaky about it. The darkness blocked his exasperated look from reaching me.

"I believe you, Godric," I replied using his name gently. "But two people have already died because of me… I don't want there to be more."

I didn't want to fully confess how I felt about the subject. Since Godric was a vampire, I didn't think he'd understand where I was coming from. Life was precious, and since he'd been living so long, I didn't think he looked at life the same way I did… anymore.

"Where is he now?" I asked hugging my legs.

"With Eric in Bon Temps," Godric answered slowly lowering himself back into his hole.

"Where's that?" I asked.

Geography was not my strongest subject.

"Louisiana," Godric spoke.

That's… far away, I thought. What's in Louisiana?

"He won't be gone long," Godric continued. "If he isn't at church on Sunday, I believe a riot will start all over Dallas."

It made logical sense. Even if Dallas was the most friendly place for vampires, The Fellowship of the Sun still had an effect on the lives of humans. "Trouble in paradise" so to speak.

"No more questions," Godric ordered. "Go to bed."

I really was tired, but my anxiety was on high due to the discussion Godric and I had. Too many questions swam through my head and I doubted sleep would be able to overlap them. I was worried whether Steve would return and preach about vengeance to his audience.

He could tell them all that happened, I thought resting my head on my knees. And that would mean more people coming to this house to kill both me and Godric. Maybe it truly was better for him to meet death than live to tell the tale.

I didn't want Godric to suffer through any more agony. For all he's done for me he would be the last person on earth, human or vampire, to deserve anything less than perfect happiness.

"Lacey!" Godric roared.

I jumped back to reality. There was moisture on my face. I reached up feeling the cold liquid make a single river down my cheek.

"Go to bed," Godric persisted. "Before I personally take you."

I rose to my feet quickly as my face flushed with color. I ran up the stairs and out into the sun hoping Godric didn't feel the blood rise to my cheeks. I walked into my room and closed the door silently behind me.

What he said reminded me of so many dreams I've had of him. The majority of them had a bed in the background… and "taking me to bed" just… didn't sound as innocent anymore. All my new slightly dirty thoughts were caused by all the blood I had taken; it was my only reason why.

I chuckled quietly to myself, "Godric wouldn't take me to bed… not after what Steve did to me."

My legs automatically close tightly beneath me. The feeling of him… inside me was still there. The first initial touch. The tender but still menacing push deeper into me. His finger scratching the walls inside me. I hated it… it frightened me. I wanted it to vanish without any trace or mental scar, but I knew it would be with me… forever.

If I feared sex before, I thought. It was most definitely a phobia now.

What would my first time be like? Would I ever want my first time? How would it feel in comparison? Could I even feel it at all after that?

"Who would it be with first of all?" I asked myself out loud. "The only man I could ever trust now is…"

Godric, I thought hearing my heart skip a beat. I did owe him everything. I owed him my life times about six or seven. Every meal, every time I slept, every conversation, every laugh, and every happy moment I had I owed to him.

And yet he barely asks for anything, I thought. Only to remain at his house to keep him… happy?

I'll stay for as long as he wants if it keeps him smiling, I thought my eyes watering.

I walked to the attached bathroom. My heart overflowed with joy as I could finally take off my hooker outfit. I didn't bother taking anything off delicately, if it ripped I laughed out wickedly.

The hot shower felt so good on my sore muscles. A whole night of running and trying to fight against a vampire would do that to you. A whole night of running in heels would tone up any woman's legs. My workout for the month was done.

I slipped into my usual nightwear, a tank and boy-shorts, and drowsily walked out of the bathroom to the bed. I'd sleep good tonight… er… today. I felt slightly like a vampire now, sleeping during the day and up at night.

I barely got in-between the sheets before I passed out. God it felt so good to be out cold! Best feeling ever!

"I don't understand why you're so… tense right now," Godric said slowly moving his mouth over my bare back. "What happened to my shy lovable girl?"

I was breathing rather heavily. Godric wasn't even touching any super sensitive sports and I was somehow aroused. I inhaled deeply as I could feel Godric's fangs teasing the top layer of my skin.

"I'm just so… distracted right now," I admitted. "To be shy and reserved."

I was laying on my stomach. The sheets were down near my waist. Godric was hovering over me. The sensation I felt was beyond anything I'd ever witnessed. His cold lips traced over my skin but his hot breath was caught in-between the icy stronghold. He tormented my bare skin with fire and ice enjoying my reactions.

"Want me to tone it down?" Godric asked moving my hair out of the way as he came up to my neck.

My heart raced in my chest. Godric was so evil to me. He pushed me to my limits and always poked a little further. He seemed amused by my actions and reactions to his passion. All the little noises I made, the way my muscles squirmed underneath his lips, even how I breathed seemed to encourage him.

Godric trailed up my spine with one cold finger. I was pushed over the edge letting out a quiet moan. I covered my mouth with one hand controlling how loud and how long it went. I loved how Godric could send me into ecstasy but I wasn't going to make it easy for him.

"I absolutely hate how you hold yourself back," Godric said playfully snarling into my ear. "Just let go, I give you my solemn oath you'll like it."

"I'm sure I would," I teased glancing over my shoulder to lock eyes with him. "But I'm not ready for that… yet."

Godric looked at me with a smug smile on his face, "You can only tease me so much before I eventually let you have it."

Would Godric take advantage of me just to put me through the experience? No, he wouldn't. He loves me too much… or… would he?

The snowball of confusion was rolling down a hill in my mind only growing bigger with each inch it moved. Godric was very hard to read. Most of the time he was a sophisticated young man that only spoke when it seemed necessary. But recently, he's been morphing into something a bit more… flamboyant.

"I'm not teasing," I responded looking forward. "I'm incapable of such an action of seduction."

Godric laughed lightly sending three fireballs plummeting to my skin.

"You on the other hand," I continued fighting off the noises. "You are a weapon of mass temptation."

Godric placed his lips onto my skin. His icy lips, his hot breath, and his moist tongue made my skin move beneath him. Godric's lips tightened and I heard a different noise that what I was used to. My jaw dropped as I pushed him away.

"Godric!" I smiled with a little shock in my voice. "You're gunna leave a mark!"

I brushed my fingers over my neck. I couldn't feel anything but my face might make the same color if I foud what I was looking for. I glanced back over at Godric who was scrutinizing me with hunger in his eyes.

"Won't you let me leave a small one?" Godric asked. "No one will see it if I place it right."

My eyebrows twitched inward to each other then back out. It was a very suggestive statement. But where would he put it? I wear jeans and long sleeves sweatshirts. He could put it anywhere from the neck down. But ultimately, it was his choice on where it was going to go. If Godric was still a man, with desires like one, he's want to put it somewhere… "special".

"I don't think I want love marks," I said shaking my head with a shy smile. "Not tonight at least."

"You're making me very aggravated with is turning into aggression," Godric explained hovering over me again. "It's only a matter of time now before I take what I want and send your body into erotic ecstasy beneath me."

My eyes shot wide making large saucers on my face. So Godric would take advantage of me… eventually. He wanted me so bad he was willing to ignore his self control. Godric would bypass my pleas and take matters into his own hands.

It was any girls fantasy for a man to "throw her down" but not mine… necessarily. A man doing as he wished to me excited me but a vampire doing as he wished sounded like a lot of pain. Godric was stronger than me, faster than me, and a whole lot of others things. A vampire losing control during the biggest act of love sounded… dangerous; and not in the thrilling kind of way.