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Isabel patted my head and stood dragging Stan by the elbow out of the room. Godric stood up and slammed the door shut. I flinched as the door seemed to crack at the force.
"Futuis!" He muttered under his breath. He walked over to the window and looked out at the Dallas city lights. I stood up shaking not from fear but from my muscles being thrown across a wall. I grabbed one of the three pillows and chuck as hard as I could at the back of his head. His body went rigid when it hit him and then he slowly at human speed, turned to face me.
"Did you just throw a pillow at me?" He asked surprised. I proceeded to throw another at him. He didn't make a move to catch it. He just looked at as it hit his chest and fell to the floor.
"I'm a vampire. I'm not going to be scared of pillows." He said cocking his head to the side.
"If I punch you I'll break my hand." I said picking up the last pillow and throwing it at him. This one he caught and placed back on the bed. I turned around and sat on the bed my back towards him.
"Stan Hurt my head." I said placing my hand on top of the place where I was bound to have a bald spot. "It also hurts a lot to throw somebody at the wall when that somebody was half asleep. So you can tell him that if he's going to do it again give the person a wake up call first." I complained. My lower back ached from the dent that I made in the wall. Then a soft bell like sound reached my ears. I turned around, wincing as I went, to see him leaning against the window laughing. His hand was in a slight open fist to try and hide the obvious smile and his other arm was bracing against the wall.
"You find me funny" I asked a little bewildered and shocked at his reaction.
"No of course not." He was losing control of himself as his laughter seemed to overtake him. "Your pains not funny." Chuckle "it's just, you were almost killed tonight and you're still with one of them who tried to kill you. Here you are complaining about my underling. Are you even worried that I'm still here?" His chuckle died down into a slight sad smile. I got onto the bed and crawled over to the side so I was sitting facing him. I put out of hand and he reached over and took it. His skin was cold and his hand felt so worn down. They were bigger than mine. I opened his palm and placed it on my cheek. Smiling I gazed into his eyes.
"They were doing this to protect you. If I was your underling I would do whatever I had to do to protect my superior. If that means killing a simple human. Than by all means, I would fry the bitch. The fact that you didn't let Stan suck me dry or the fact that you believed Isabel when she said that you should believe me. You did. When that grease slimeball, who really needed a shower, tried to kill me you saved me." I paused as I looked up into his eyes. My fingers grabbed the belt loops of his pants and I pulled myself up to press against him. I only came up to his chest. He could set his chin on top of my head. I tilted my face up towards him till I was sure that he wanted to he just had to lean down a couple of inches.
"And when your lips grazed mine earlier. It felt like I belonged with you." He studied me for a couple of seconds as I looked into his eyes.
He leaned down and hovered over my lips. His hand moved down from my cheek to my shoulder down my arm. He stopped at my elbow and placed his hand on my waist. Snaking it around until I was certain I couldn't get away, if I tired.
"Are you scared of me?" He asked looking into my eyes.
"No." I said smiling.
"You should be." With that he pressed his lips to mine.