It was very dark when I opened my eyes. I sighed feeling a little fatigued from the night before. I rolled over finding someone's arm across my waist.
I jumped startled to find someone in bed with me. I pushed off the arm and nearly sprang from the bed.
"Whoa, hold on Lacey, it's just me," Godric laughed.
My eyes went wide. I glanced down at the clocking finding it to be well into the day time.
"Why are you still up here?" I asked shocked. "Shouldn't you be in the basement?"
Godric smiled pulling me back in bed, "Here at the hotel they have these really thick window shutters. Closing them off lets us wander around during the daytime without worrying about the sun."
I looked around at the windows. I could barely tell there were windows in the room due to the darkness. But yes, there was something covering them and I couldn't see a speck of sunlight through them.
I flinched sitting back down next to him.
"What's wrong?" Godric asked.
"I'm just… sore…" I admitted feeling a light blush come to my cheeks.
"I guess a first time will do that to you," Godric answered rubbing my bare back.
A short pause came before he spoke again, "Was it… too much?"
I shook my head, "I thought you were gentle beyond belief."
"As long as you're alright with it," Godric said kissing my forehead.
I smiled but something in my stomached turned.
"I'll be right back," I said tearing myself away from him once more.
I headed to the bathroom trying to walk straight and up right. My stomach wasn't agreeing with me at the moment. I closed the bathroom door silently behind me before I busted towards the toilet.
I hovered over the opening breathing heavier. The noise I made was not normal. I seemed to wheeze now instead of breathe. My stomached recoiled back into my spine when I exhaled. The wheezing grew louder before it came to a stop.
I coughed rather severely into the bowl in front of me. I closed my eyes due to the power my couch had. Some sweat formed on my face as my heart rate turned back to normal and my breathing returned. I looked into the bowl and gasped almost making myself cough.
A red very glossy liquid slowly sank to the bottom in the water. I stared at it for a few minutes before I reached inside my mouth with two fingers to find more. Some remains were on the tips of my fingers as I brought them out seeing the same color.
I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I pulled on a fluffy robe thinking about what just happened.
I did have my first time last night, I thought hovering over the doorknob to the bedroom. It's nothing; just a small side effect.
I reentered the bedroom and returned to Godric's side. I caught a glimpse of another tattoo he had on his back. It was long and serpent like.
How have I not seem these before?
"Feeling alright?" Godric asked.
I thought for a moment. Was coughing up blood normal after sex? I nodded quickly hoping he'd buy it.
"You never did tell me…" I started after a break. "What Stan's sentence was."
Godric sighed, "The Magister decided to be nice last night."
"Meaning…?" I asked wishing he'd continue.
"Stan is to be locked up in a silver jail cell for about one hundred years," Godric started. "After that, the Magister will decide whether or not his fangs will be removed."
"Why do that?" I asked knowing how important a vampire's fangs were.
"Well, after he confessed drinking from Sarah Newlin, the Magister found that useful that he could track her down at any given moment, so instead of death or banishment, he's just locked up until he's needed to find her."
"Why is she so important?" I asked.
"Wherever Sarah is Steve will be new by," Godric explained. "If Steve goes missing to start an army, he'll bring his wife, so we'll find him and catch him in the act."
"But he didn't say anything about making an army," I thought out loud.
"Steve isn't the type of man to give up because he knows he's overpowered," Godric said placing am arm over my shoulders. "He'll stop at nothing to get what he wants."
"Not even death scares him anymore," I added.
A cold hand tilted my head up. I gazed into Godric's eyes seeing remorse and regret. He tenderly placed his lips onto mine as if asking permission first. I leaned up into him returning the kiss. It seemed sad at first like he was apologizing for something. It deepened then making my previous thoughts vanish.
"Try not to think about it," Godric said as I gradually opened my eyes.
I sighed trying to relieve some of the stress that was built up. But there was far too much to think about. Steve Newlin was returning to civilization soon. Eric's jealousy of me and Godric was only growing day by day. Stan was out for the moment but the Magister still saw some potential in him. And now Godric and I…
The attachment between us was growing. I doubted last night was the peek of our relationship. I had no idea what Godric could or still wanted to do to me.
"What happened just now?" Godric asked. "In the bathroom."
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. What was that? I had no clue.
"I guess… it was a little… rough," I admitted thinking that was my problem.
Godric's body went limp with guilt then came back together, "I just wanted you to be satisfied."
"I would have been satisfied with anything… I had nothing to wait for or expect," I said smiling up at him. "Don't blame yourself… I'm small in stature anyways."
"After all you've been through," Godric said stroking my cheek. "You still find a way to smile. How? Why?"
I thought for a moment. Why do I smile in the face of all the things I've been through.
I shrugged finding my answer, "It's just who I am. I can't explain it any better than that."
Godric swallowed hard. He brought his hands down forming them into fists..
"Did I say something?" I asked placing a hand over his.
"You're a good person, Lacey," Godric whispered. I almost didn't catch it his voice was so quiet.
"Come on!" I said jumping in front of him on my knees. "Enough of this heavy stuff."
My stomach turned again. It made a loud noise this time.
Godric laughed, "Hungry?"
I nodded biting down on my lower lip from the pain in my torso.
Godric shook his head, "Let's go feed you."
He slipped on some pants before he started walking towards the kitchen.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Bacon and eggs, dear!" I shouted keeping it easy.
I bolted again for the bathroom as the door closed behind me. I didn't make it to the toilet and instead hit the mirror. Blood shot out of my mouth at an accelerated rate. It splattered onto the mirror reminding me of old school horror films.
My body trembled as I looked at the blood in horror. There was so much of it. Black and white flashbacks zoomed through my head. Back to the basement of that stupid church. I practically swam in my own blood that night. And now it was splattered up on the mirror for all to see.
"Clean it up," I whispered to myself.
I unrolled at least half of the toilet paper finding it first before anything else. I wet down the paper and started cleaning away at the mirror. It only smeared and ran down the reflective window. I grabbed the dry ones now and cleaned away.
"Lacey!" Godric shouted entering the bathroom.
Shit!
His eyes widened. The mirror wasn't all the way done. I missed a large portion of it that was out of my reach. Godric's head slowly moved to face me his eyes making contact last as he found it hard to look away from the mirror.
"Is that what happened?" he asked looking at the paper in my hands.
"It's nothing," I said getting on top of the sink to reach the rest.
Godric pulled me back down, "That doesn't look lime nothing to me."
"It's nothing," I said a little more fiercely.
"Lacey, there's blood on your teeth," Godric said his jaw dropping.
"It's nothing!" I screamed.
My body shook to barely to try and reach the rest of the blood. I stayed in front of Godric trembling down to the bone. I stared at his bare feet unable to meet his gaze. I knew he was concerned but I didn't want to see it. It would break my heart if I saw how I was breaking his.
The wheezing came back. It started off quiet but grew as my breathing became heavier. The couching started again. I placed the paper in front of my mouth catching a little blood each time I exhaled or couched. I eventually went down on one knee finding it hard to stand without swaying.
I hovered over the toilet bowl again on my hands and knees. The water reddened each time my stomach recoiled in on itself. My eyes were watering as I watched my body reject my own blood. My lungs burned near the ending
"Lacey…" Godric spoke with severe sadness in his voice. "You're dying."
My stomach jumped back one last time as my final wheeze escaped my clenched lips.