The flight home went quicker somehow. Maybe the wind wasn't as harsh. I wasn't even dizzy when we landed. Nothing nearby was moving in a way that got my attention.
My mind wondered as we walked to the house in silence. So we went so see Steve, big deal! There was still the fact that he was being released. And the fact that his wife more than likely knew he was missing. It seemed taking him to Bon Temps only made things more… complicated.
Godric opened the door and let me in first. I walked to my bedroom and he to the basement. It was nearly dawn now but something caught my eyes as I walked past the furniture.
Someone was sleeping on the couch. I saw blonde hair that covered most of the face. It was long and her roots really needed to be touched up. She was sprawled out like someone threw her there or she passed out while moving.
"What is Sarah Newlin doing here?" I asked just as Godric entered the basement.
He zoomed back up and stood at my side. We both stared down at her motionless body puzzled. Godric was only gone for one night, who had the nerve to do something like this. I looked closer at Sarah seeing her hands and feet tied together, "Someone doesn't want her to go anywhere fast."
"I'll check on Stan and Isabel," Godric said leaving me the moment after he spoke.
She wasn't hurt from what I could tell. No blood oozing out of her, no bruises, and I assumed no broken bones. She was breathing but very lightly.
Godric and Isabel appeared beside me.
"Where is Stan?" I asked out loud this time.
"Why is she here?" Isabel asked seeing Sarah Newlin.
I walked over to Sarah. I had one more question that had to be answered. I pushed her hair back seeing two small marks on her skin.
"Someone's bitten into her," I said.
"What happened while I was gone?" Godric asked turned to Isabel.
"I don't know," she answered staring at me and Sarah. "I went out to patrol the city at night and Stan… didn't do anything until after I left."
Of course no one thought to watch Stan. He was, obviously, trusted in the nest… until now that is.
"But it's almost morning," I said looking out the window. "He should be here soon, right?"
Sarah made a wordless noise. She was starting to come around.
Godric and Isabel exchanged looks.
"It's hard to say," Isabel answered.
"Well, what are we going to do about her?" I asked seeing Sarah's fingers start to twitch.
"Once the sun comes up, there is nothing we can do," Godric spoke looking out the window now.
"Want me to let her go?" I asked.
Again, Godric and Isabel exchanged glances.
"If she goes… she might appear again or worse," Isabel said.
"I don't know of any other vampire that can enter the house," Godric explained. "It must have been Stan that did this."
"Why can't she go?" I asked unable to see their theories.
"If Stan has taken her blood and given her some in return to heal, he will know where she is," Godric explained.
"Vampire's are very… territorial," Isabel added. "They like to know where their stuff is and when it's been trifle with."
"So, he'll know," I said seeing their point. "He'll know what's happening to her."
It was kind of like Godric and I. He would always know what's happening to me now.
"Godric," Isabel gasped. "You're bleeding."
I cranked my neck looking over my shoulder. Godric was bleeding from his nose.
"What's going on?" I asked getting up.
"He's been up for too long," Isabel answered. "Let's go downstairs, please."
Godric nodded slowly turned to the door.
All the flying in one night probably wore him down. Even if he is older for a vampire he still has his limits.
I watched them walk down the dark stair way to their safe haven. No sunlight would disturb them there. Godric would be able to rest peacefully and hopefully get his mind off a few things as he slept. I knew I wasn't allowed down there without his permission so I was grateful that Isabel went with him.
I closed the door and looked back at Sarah. Her eyes were open now. She was starting to look around and realize she wasn't in her own home.
"How do you feel?" I asked slowly walking over to her. I didn't know how she would respond to see me there, so it was the best idea to approach her slowly.
She glanced down at her bounded hands and feet, "Why am I tied up?"
I stopped when she looked up at me. I saw a little fear but mostly confusion in her eyes.
"I… I really don't know," I answered. "When I came home, you were just… passed out on the couch."
She untied her feet and started to loosen her hands.
"Do you… remember anything from last night?" I asked keeping my distance. You never know what these religious people will do in weird circumstances.
She untied herself and paused. Sarah gradually met my gaze, "Where's my husband?"
Oh fuck, I thought.
"I haven't seen him," I answered.
"What do you mean you haven't seen him? He tried to kill you, again," Sarah said rising from her seat.
So is she surprised or upset? I can't tell at the moment.
"I guess it's a little difficult trying to kill a girl that-"
"Lives, breaths, and eats vampires!" Sarah interrupted slapping me across the face.
The pain was tolerable as I found myself laughing.
"What is so funny?" Sarah asked disgusted.
"That I "eat" vampire's apparently," I answered pushing her back down on the couch. "I don't eat them. I only take what I need to survive."
"By the way," I started as Sarah got back up. "Did you know a vampire sunk their fangs into you?"
"What?" She cried reaching up to her neck.
A smug smile crossed my face when she found the two marks on her neck. She glared across the room at me.
"I didn't do it," I said. "I'm not a vampire."
The windows shattered. I was thrown into the air and out the back window. I landed hard on the grass with shards of glass in my back and side. My blood was no doubt spilling out as I looked up at the house.
Nothing was there for me to see. I slowly rolled over and pushed myself up getting more glass in my skin. I walked back to the house through the damaged window with a large shard o glass in my hand. Sarah was staring at me with wide eyes. Stan stood next to her grinning mischievously.
"If you tried to kill me just now," I said spitting out a little blood onto the grass. "You failed only making me bleed."
"Strong words… when your lover is too weak to protect you," Stan answered licking his lips.
"Nice threat, coming from a vampire with his back to the sun," I spat.
Stan glanced over his shoulder seeing the sun already over the horizon. His bare neck was already starting to smoke and his back was soon to start. He turned back to me realizing he was out of time to truly destroy me with all his strength.
"Now's the time to run," I spoke keeping eye contact with Stan.
Sarah too the hint and bolted out the front door; which was off it's hinges.
"Go down to your hole," I whispered.
Stan walked forward heading towards me rather than the door. He stopped in front of me glaring a hole through my forehead. I waved the glass hard in front of his face letting him know it was there if he did anything. I knew I couldn't kill him with it, but I could still do some damage.
"What makes you think… I'll be welcome down there?" he asked having trouble due to the sun.
"Well, for you, it's either die here and now," I explained poking the shard into his stomach. "Or go down to your hole and talk it out when the sun goes down."
"That's if your still alive when the sun goes down," Stan snickered knocking the shard out of my grasp before he walked away.
I watched him go to the basement. I fell to my knees as he closed the door. I haven't lost a significant amount of blood yet. But keeping the glass in my skin would slow it down. Stan was right though, I had no idea if I was going to make it till dusk.
I took in a deep breath and stood back up heading to the kitchen. No sense bleeding onto the carpet as my feet hit the tile floor. I slowly lowered myself to the cold tile knowing it was better so lay down before I fell down. I looked at my hands seeing little teardrops of blood morning around the shards. I arched my back feeling every piece dig deeper into me.
I knew I wasn't going to die. Bleeding like this for twelve straight hours would not kill me. All I had to do was sit and wait until night came or I passed out from the shock.
It was clear to me now that Stan truly did want me dead. He never liked me even from the beginning. It was probably him who tried to drown me. He was probably connected to what happened at the Performing Arts Center. And now I figured he tried to kill Godric long the way.
"Men with power," I said. "Want more power."