A sudden noise from downstairs woke me up. I listened holding my breath to make sure I really heard something.

It was still daylight out but the evening time was approaching. I glanced around me barely seeing any blood on the floor tile. The glass inside my skin was blocking the exit.

The noise came again and this time it didn't stop. I heard things crash against the walls and a few voices yelling out. No words were understood if their were any.

I reached up to the counter top to pull myself up. I flinched as the glass in my back shifted with my skin. It was a tolerable pain but one none the less I wanted to get rid of.

It sounded like the house was being raided. So many things were moving or crashing down stairs it was hard to remember I live with vampires. They weren't trying to be quiet either.

I started walking towards the doorway to the basement. There were a few pieces of glass in my legs and in my rear which made walking harder than usual. My pace was a little slower just in case the faster movement dug the sharp objects into an important muscle.

I walked out of the kitchen and passed the broken window in which I was thrown out of. The uproar downstairs was getting heated now as a few words were understood. They were all angry but I couldn't distinguish Godric from Stan quite yet. For all I knew, they were speaking in the different language they seem to use.

I reached out for the door knob knowing the sun was setting directly behind me. When I opened the door the sunlight would pierce right through them making them even weaker then usual. Weren't vampire's weak when they were up during the day hours?

I pulled the door open feeling a sharp piece of glass push further into my right shoulder. I looked down the sirs seeing the fight in a sudden pause. Stan and Godric were at each others throats with their fangs extended. They both looked up either at me or the sun before they swiftly moved out of the suns rays.

Going down the stairs will be difficult, I thought knowing the shards of glass in my rear would dug deeper into me.

I continued on knowing the pain I was about to be in. The first step was always a dozy and my first step tore at something in my left upper leg. I swallowed hard progressing like I couldn't feel anything my body was going through.

I knew going downstairs was dangerous but I knew I could still be of help. My blood would distract all of them and hopefully give Godric the edge. I had no clue what he would do to Stan, but whatever "edge" he would be given, I wanted it to be enough to kill him.

Stan was exactly like Steve in my head. So determined to get what he wanted that the only way to stop him was to kill him. There would be consequences on both sides but it was a necessary now to destroy the objects that kept putting Godric and I in danger.

It was the first time I noticed I wished death upon someone. It wasn't like me, I had a high tolerance for cruel people, hence why I endured Freddy for so long.

All four men that caused me grief all had a taste for something that I could give to them. I almost handed fame over to Freddy who risked his life for just a sample of it. Salvation was close at hand when Steve tried to kill me, twice, and he still thirsted for it. Getting rid of me meant getting rid of Godric, and Stan knew that all too well for the power he craved.

And all Godric wants is my blood, I thought reaching the end of the stairway. That and eternal happiness.

I saw the battle field from the end of the stairway. Godric and Stan were moving too fast for me to describe their actions. Isabel was trying to help both men seemed to distracted in one another that she got impaled too. It did surprise me how much Stan could stand up to Godric when he was so young compared to him.

Maybe Stan has some silver on him, I thought seeing the only reason.

My hair was resting on my bloody back. I knew some of the liquid was transferred from my back to my hair as I moved. I knew what I had to do to get all their attention.

I could be killed, I thought as the battle field shifted closer to me. I don't give a fuck anymore.

And then, I did something very girly for the first time. I flipped my God damn hair.

I brought my head forward and down knowing a few drops would fly into their faces and catch their attention. I swung my hair around "head banging" a few times to really get the blood moving in the air. I finally pulled my head back up letting my hair fall against my back waiting for the reaction.

All three of them stopped and stared. I saw the shiny red liquid on their faces, the floor, the walls, and the furniture.

Maybe I'm bleeding more than I know, I thought.

There was a long pause as they all just stared. Isabel and Godric had more of a surprised expression on their face. Stan, on the other hand, looked me over like predator does it's prey before it takes the first pounce and bite.

"Now, Isabel!" Godric shouted.

Some silver was tossed to me. I caught it in my hands and looked up. The battle was over.

Stan was facedown on the floor with both Godric and Isabel standing over him. His arms were crossed behind his back and Isabel's heel was digging into his spine.

She's so devious when she want to be, I thought smiling. Any vampire could really.

I looked up at Godric seeing him glaring down at Stan. There were a few marks on his marble skin where I thought the silver could gave come in contact with. There was a large black mark on his neck where Stan might have choked him. Other than that, he seemed only minorly scratched up.

"This is out of my hands now," Godric spoke clasping his hands behind his back. "Not only have you tried, numerous time to kill Lacey, you have also tried… to kill me."

Isabel's lips had a snarl on them.

"It is now my duty, to inform the Magister," Godric continued hearing Stan wail. "Of the hateful acts you have participated in."

"Please, sheriff," Stan pleaded.

Who's the Magister?

"Your cried for mercy will no longer be heard or regarded," Godric said holding a hand out to me. "I have no choice, but to leave you don here, bounded, until the Magsiter either comes to me, or I transport you to him."

I walked forward almost placing the silver in Godric's hand. I hovered over his open palm making sure this is what he really wanted.

"Would you like to do the honors?" Godric asked moving his hand to offer Stan to me.

I looked from Stan to Godric smiling.

He's so sweet to me, I thought.

I wrapped the silver chain around Stan's neck twice before I bounded his arms and legs. I brushed my hands off pleased with my work before I turned to Godric.

"I personally like how he's still face down," Godric said with a smug side smile.

"This can't be legal," Stan spoke.

"Just wait until the Magister comes," Isabel said. "He will show you no mercy over the illegal things you have committed."

Godric's hand hovered over the small of my back. I looked up meeting his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked taking his hand in mine.

"You've lost so much blood," Godric whispered looking me over. "And yet you still stand. How, why?"

"Adrenaline?" I answered just as confused as he was.

"Oh, please," Stan whined at our feet.

Godric lead me over to the opposite side of the stairs asking Isabel to watch Stan. Stan and Isabel were out of our sight but I knew they could still hear us.

"Let's have a look," Godric spoke looking down at my stomach.

I was thrown a bit. I glanced up at him shyly.

"Turn around," he whispered.

I did as I was told moving my hair out of the way. I heard a slight inhale. Godric said something but I didn't understand it.

"What's wrong?" I asked looking over my shoulder at him.

"The glass pierced right through your clothing," Godric started to explain. "And it will be… easier to remove them with your back bare."

My eyes widened in shock. I knew what he meant. And it made sense.

I heard Godric move. I looked over my shoulder again to see his back turned to me.

"Take your time," he spoke gently.

I removed my hoodie finding that to be the easier one mentally and physically. I started to lift up my t-shirt finding more glass shards moved with the shirt than the hoodie. I flinched once as it lifted over my head. A few pieces of glass fell to the floor but not all of them were out… yet.

I double checked over my shoulder seeing Godric still turned to me. I sighed before I reached up behind my back and unclasped my bra. It was by far the most difficult one since the glass pierced through my hoodie and t-shirt to make it to my skin.

I laid out my hoodie and slowly went down face first onto it. I laid out like I was on a massage table exposing the half of my body that Godric wanted at the moment.

"Ready," I said feeling fine.

"Fist I have to get them all out," Godric spoke hovering over me. "And then I'll give you my blood."

I nodded.

The first initial contact startled me. I felt something against my bare back that didn't feel like fingers. Godric was using his teeth to remove all the glass from my back.

"Everything alright?" Godric asked.

"I'm fine," I said swallowing hard.

It was exactly like the dream I had. Godric was hovering over my bare back using his lips and teeth to stimulate me. Now Godric was hovering over my bare back using his teeth to help me. I tried not to think about it as Godric continued but it was definitely impossible.

Godric's teeth were wet and sharp as they moved over my back. I immediately thought of Godric's hot breath and cold lips and he moved over me.

Godric pulled out one piece of glass at a time spitting it out into a dark corner.

I gasped as I hard Godric shift behind me. His hot breath poured onto me as he was now completely over me. He had one hand and one knee on either side of my torso.

His head dipped in to take out the glass tenderly. His scorching breath pounded on my exposed skin. His teeth teased at me for a moment before they went back to work at the glass.

My jaw was dropped the entire time and I prayed he wouldn't realize what he was putting me through.