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Chapter five ~

"Godric," I whispered, my voice wobbling. I was more than certain that he could hear my heart, which was beating against my chest madly. "Please, let go of me…"

The two-thousand year old Vampire trapping me to the wall, growled softly. I could see a look of realization cross over his features, and he backed away slightly – but I was still trapped in between the wall and his sturdy body. His bluish-grey eyes held a look somewhat close to shock, as if he'd only just discovered how threatening he'd been mere seconds ago.

"Rosalie…" He murmured, reaching out, and twisting a thick strand of my hair in between his thumb and index finger, "I apologize if I frightened you."

I gulped, my heart still sounding like a drum in my chest. "I need to go," I squeaked out. I tried to duck under his muscled arms, but he quickly removed them from their position on the wall, and wrapped them around my waist, stopping my attempted escape.

Godric leant down towards me, fangs out – and I was truly petrified that he'd sink them into my neck. But, I was relieved when he stuffed his face into my hair, instead. He sniffed, and made a sound somewhat close to contentment. "Your hair smells like fresh apples, Rose," He laughed against my head, his left hand still twirling my hair, "I like that smell."

By now, my heart had stopped its mad speeding – but I was still wary of Godric. "How did you get out of the cage again?" I asked quietly. Godric rumbled out another laugh, and tightened his grip against my little frame.

"I am two-thousand years old, little one," Godric chuckled. "A petty cage like that cannot keep me confined."

I nodded slowly, but another thought occurred to me. "But, if you can easily get in and get out, why can't you just escape?" I asked, curious. "And…why were you trapped in the first place?" I sincerely hoped he wouldn't fall silent like he'd done the previous night.

It didn't really come as a shock to me, however, when he didn't answer. I had expected it, after all. But what did shock me, was when his strong arms lifted me up off my feet, and squished me against him, my forehead touching his.

The last thing I saw before the world was a myriad of colours and twirling kaleidoscopes, was his beautiful smile, which stretched across his perfectly-sculpted face.

When I woke up, I was in absolute darkness. Perhaps Godric had taken me back to my bed himself? I was a little relieved at this – I had thought for a moment back in the hallway, that he was ready to drain all the life out of me. I should have known better, of course. However, it did unsettle me a little – he was very…territorial. Or maybe possessive – it was hard to tell with Vampires. He'd obviously smelt Luke's scent on me, and gone crazy with anger. But, I hadn't known him for very long at all – only two nights. Godric couldn't have seriously become so possessive over me in such little time…right?

I remembered back to the other night, when I'd told him my ridiculous reason for coming to the basement. Ridiculous, yes, but it was all true. He seemed to change towards me when I'd told him that, judging by the way he'd so possessively grabbed my hand. And – when I'd tried to leave, he'd stopped me.

Truthfully, I didn't understand his acquisitiveness towards me. It was all very confusing. I sighed deeply in the darkness, wishing I had Sook to talk to.

I became a little frightened, however, when my deep sigh…echoed. This scared me, because you could only possibly get echoes in big, empty spaces. And my dormitory was not a big, empty space. Now that I thought about it, I should have heard the subtle releases of breaths and the quiet snores of sleeping girls. But I didn't. It was silent, and it was dark.

And so I found myself asking to the silence, "Where in the world am I?"

But I certainly hadn't expected someone to reply.

Third Person's P.O.V

"Hey, has anyone seen Rosalie?" The girl who'd been so graciously dumped with ice-water, asked.

Some of the girls shrugged, or shook their heads. "I ain't seen that Stackhouse girl since last night," One girl answered.

"I didn't see her in bed this morning," Another one replied, rubbing a hand over her weary features. "Maybe she's gone to a Soldier of the Sun meeting."

The group of girls huddled around the training area, nodding and murmuring with agreement. "I can't believe she got picked for that. She's so lucky," A girl with mousy-brown hair sighed. "To be in the S.O.S…that's a blessing from the Lord."

A girl with her hair tied up in pigtails nodded furiously, her pigtails bouncing crazily behind her. "Apparently she hasn't accepted Mr Newlin's offer yet."

"You're joking!" The girl with mousy-brown hair gasped, "Why didn't she accept it right away? I know I would."

"Jason Stackhouse's already a Soldier of the Sun," One girl pointed out, causing the rest of the group to sigh dreamily. To them, Jason Stackhouse was the perfect man of their dreams: blonde hair, bright blue eyes, amazing body, and, to top it all off – Steve Newlin's best Soldier. "I mean, he beat Luke Mcdonald in everything. It's no wonder why Newlin chose him."

The girls shuffled closer, their gossiping becoming more heated in the light of the late afternoon. "Did you hear about Jason clearing every single training course? And Rosalie beat the record for the running track and practically everything else!"

"It must be a Stackhouse thing," Somebody murmured. "You know – being good at everything."

"And good looks, too. That's definitely a Stackhouse thing," The girl with the mousy-brown hair added. "I wish I was as beautiful as Rose. Gosh, you should see Luke Mcdonald everytime poor Rose walks past him! He –"

"Alright, ladies! Time for some jumping jacks!" Sarah Newlin called, interrupting their little chat-session. Sarah had her L.O.D.I tennis hat sitting perfectly on her blonde locks, and her usual yellow zip-up jumper on. Standing next to her was Gabe, who looked ready to kill the poor girls – judging by the almost evil smile printed on his face.

Rosalie's P.O.V

"You are awake, Rosalie," A familiar voice said in the darkness. It was Godric. I felt his long, pale fingers gently stroke through my hair, and I didn't have to look to know he was smiling happily. I always seemed to do that to him: make him happy. Was it because I was an "interesting" Human, as he'd said that night? Or was it something else? I was beginning to wonder why a two-thousand year-old Vampire like Godric wanted to see me constantly.

But the current dilemma I was in overrode that thought: where the hell was I?

I wasn't in my dormitory, that much I was sure. Godric hadn't brought me back to bed last night. "Godric," I asked him gently. He 'hmmed,' gesturing me to speak, as he continued weaving his hands through my locks. It was then that I realised the comfy thing my head was lying on were his legs. "Where am I?" I asked him, worry biting at my tone.

Godric sighed, and leant back a little, so my head was resting more comfortably on his lap. Apparently bored with caressing my hair, he reached over to take my hands, and started playing with my fingers instead. "You are in my cage, little one," He replied casually, as if it was totally normal for a teenage girl to be in a cage with an ancient Vampire, "I let you awaken."

He let me awaken? What was that supposed to mean? It sounded as if Godric was controlling whether I slept or not. And why was I in his cage? "What do you mean?" I asked, my simple question seemingly voicing all my other ones.

Godric rubbed the tip of my index finger, where the cut had been, before answering honestly, "I used my glamour on you so you would fall asleep," He answered truthfully. "I wanted to spend some more time with you. And I used the glamour again when I felt it necessary for you to awaken."

I furrowed my brows, and tried to take my hands back, but he held them tightly, still not finished with his finger-playing. "You make the cutest little sounds when you are sleeping. Did you know that, Rosalie?"

I sighed deeply. "Godric. I need to get back to the others," I said. "I've been gone for most of the morning."

"Actually," He murmured contentedly, "It's late in the afternoon. You've been gone for quite a while."

I nearly choked up the contents of my stomach right then and there on the cold, stone floor (of course, there wasn't really anything in my stomach, the last thing I'd eaten was dinner, and that was two nights ago). "Godric! I need to get back, now. They'll be wondering where on earth I am," I whisper-shouted urgently.

Godric growled, almost possessively. His hand whipped away from mine, and was on top of me at an inhuman speed, to hold me down. "Why must you go back? You told me yourself that you didn't believe in their teachings."

I struggled in his grip a little, before sighing, and giving up. He was a Vampire, for goodness' sake –there was no point in trying to escape his iron grips. "You're right. I don't believe in any of what they say, but I need to act the part for my brother," I explained. "I have to keep an eye on him, see?" I finished, slightly exasperated.

Godric hmphed, but didn't get off me, still keeping me squished against the hard, stone floor. "You just want to go back to that boy," He sniffed, almost childishly. "The one who's scent was smothered all over you."

My mouth unhinged for a good couple of seconds, as realisation smacked me hard in the face like a cold fish. "Are you…jealous, Godric?" I asked, surprised.

As soon as I had said this, I heard a click, and his fangs popped out. My heart hammered in my chest – I knew what he was about to do. "Yes," Godric whispered, answering my question, before he leant down and sniffed at my exposed neck, letting out a pleased sigh. His pale hand travelled up from my hip to my neck, and brushed his fingers along where my jugular vein would have been. "I'm very jealous, Rosalie. Do you want to know why?"

"Godric, stop," I commanded, strength in my voice. "You don't want to hurt me."

He ignored me, and continued to brush along the pulsing vein. "I'm jealous…because you are mine, Rosalie," He said forcefully, "You've always been mine. Why do you think you felt a pull to the basement? Because you felt a pull towards me. You are my mate."

"Godric," I gasped, shocked. "What –"

"Mine," He growled, interrupting me. "You're mine, Rose."

I felt a spark of anger course through me. "You do not own me, Godric," I hissed out. "I belong to myself!" I pushed against his muscled chest hard, and he toppled off me. He obviously hadn't expected me to grow a backbone.

I scrambled up off the ground, and ran for the cage door. It happened to be my lucky day, because the door was slightly ajar. I wasted no time in making a hasty exit out the wire imprisonment.

But, as I stepped out through the wire door, I felt a sharp whoosh of air, and Godric was in front of me. I aimed a punch for his head, which he caught with ease. He held onto my fist, and yanked me towards him, into a bone-crushing bear hug.

"Godric!" I yelled, furious. How dare he! He didn't own me, I was not his property! I didn't give a damn if I was his "mate" or whatever that meant to Vampires – it sure didn't mean he could act all high and mighty on me!

But, I froze suddenly, when I felt something wet drip onto my shoulders. All my anger seemed to fly out of the window, when I realised Godric was crying. He was crying tears of blood.

"I'm sorry. Don't leave me," He said quietly. "I am being what Humans call…a 'jerk.'"

I felt my shoulders droop in sorrow. Who could blame me? A seemingly emotionless, stone-faced Vampire, who seemed cold and heartless on the outside, was crying, on my shoulder, begging me not to leave.

"Please, Rosalie," Godric barely whispered. "Forgive me. Don't leave me…"

I patted his arm in comfort, causing him to let out a strangled sob, and crush me further into his chest. "Rose. Rosalie," Godric murmured, pressing his lips against my head, "Don't leave me."

This all seemed very familiar: had this happened before? I searched my foggy mind for a few moments, before it clicked. This was almost identical to what had happened in my nightmare! Of course – how had I not realised it?

"I'll come back and see you, Godric," I assured him gently, prising his large hands off me, and stepping back slightly. Of course, Godric didn't like this one bit, and stepped forward, invading my bubble space. I sighed internally – at least he wasn't trying to rip my neck open.

"When?" He demanded softly. "When will you come to see me?"

My shoulders drooped in exhaustion. "I don't know, Godric. But all these late nights are taking a toll on me," I said, and added, "Humans need their sleep. And their food," I said seriously, cracking a smile when my stomach started making the rumblies.

Godric laughed – a deep, handsome laugh that made my knees weak. "Ah, of course," He nodded, smiling. "You need to eat."

I playfully rolled my eyes, earning a wider grin from Godric. He bent down a little, so he was eye-level with me, and picked up my hand, carefully placing a soft kiss on it. "'Till we meet again, Rosalie," He smiled, and the world suddenly burst into flying colours.

I found myself on the training field mere seconds later. It was then, that I truly appreciated Godric's speed. He'd gotten me from the basement to here, and no-one had even noticed him moving. Was this how strong old Vampires like Godric were? It was…incredible.

"Hey, Rose!" A voice shouted suddenly, bringing me out of my fascinated reverie. "Where've you been?!"

I turned around, and jumped a little in shock when I saw all the girls stampeding towards me. "You missed so much! Where did you go?" Another asked.

I laughed nervously, rubbing the back of my head. "I er – decided to do some training on my own," I lied easily, stretching like a cat, as though I'd been on a long run. "Ya know?"

The girls nodded in understanding. One girl smiled brightly at me, and slung an arm through mine. "Well, let's go! It's steak for dinner tonight!" She declared, and the girls broke out into cheer.

We started a steady pace down the pathway, with everyone quietly chattering amongst themselves. One of the girls tapped me on the shoulder, and pointed curiously at a spot there. "Why are there drops of blood on your shirt, Rose?" She asked.

I gulped, and searched frantically for a believable answer. "Oh, uh, I bashed my shoulder against a tree while running," I lied again. She seemed satisfied by this answer, and hopped off to chat to someone else.

I let out a barely audible sigh of relief. I really had to change my shirt, preferably before dinner. I didn't feel like lying any more than I had to. Of course, my stomach made loud protesting noises to this decision. I ignored my gnawing hunger, however, and kept walking peacefully down the path. I just needed to change my shirt, that was all.

With that thought in mind, I happily walked towards the dormitory, a picture of a large, juicy steak hovering in my head all the way.