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Chapter 3

I was still mulling over what my cousin Desmond had tasked me to do when Godric entered the room. I could only move my eyes as I watched him, wondering what he's going to do with me next.

Truth be told, I absolutely have no inkling of an idea on how to gain Godric's trust. While Eric was obviously a threat, Godric's intention for keeping me near him is a little bit more unfathomable. Besides, Godric also had a sickening behaviour of playing with his food first before devouring them, which actually makes him a highly dangerous figure to even hang around with. I must be suicidal to even contemplate making friends with him.

Much less gaining his trust.

I was uncontrollably edgy with him around and one glance at the mirror above me showed that I looked paler than usual. The hollows beneath my eyes stood out.

"You look awful," as though to confirm my conclusions, Godric said in a matter of fact tone.

"Thanks, I truly wonder why," my voice came out even before I realised that I shouldn't sound this impolite. However, it was a fact that Godric had watched as a bystander while Eric tossed me heavily unto the wall.

He moved his hands to touch my cheek gently and then, he pinched my right cheeks, stretching it out. Then my left cheeks and then he squished them both together and I frowned and gave him a look. He let go of both cheeks abruptly and nodded, "Just checking, your face's intact. No bones broken."

He patted my head, seemingly pleased with the analysis and smiled faintly, "Aren't you the least bit afraid?"

I nearly gawked at him, not afraid? I was horrified, terrified and on the verge of 'losing it'.

"I assure you I really am."

Godric shook his pretty head, "I've seen terror and I could easily sense fear from miles away. You're really not terrified…. of me, at least."

I was about to correct him on how I'm feeling just about now when he placed his hands above my chest. My brows shot up and I struggled to move away from him, when he held me in an iron-like grip and simply beckoned me to not move with just an expression.

My struggles ceased immediately, I could feel his cool hands through the thin fabric of my shirt and he said, "If you could listen the way we do, you would hear that your heart rate's really quite constant, no sense of elevated tension."

"You might as well tell me if I've developed any terminal illness, or if my diet is whacked and perhaps, report my cholesterol levels too."

Godric merely gave a ghost of a smile before answering, "No terminal illnesses, your diet Is pretty whacked. Cholesterol levels seem fine save for the fact that it's a tad on the higher side. Otherwise, Poppy, you should live to a pretty good old age."

"Should I thank you then for the check up?"

"No, but I do need you to be well in a week's time, Poppy." Godric added.

"Why so?" Curiosity got the better of me, I really should watch this tongue of mine.

Godric looked at me and smiled thinly, "You'll see."

"Do share, otherwise I'll die from curiosity, which probably wouldn't make much of a difference since I'm already dying from all these pain anyway," I uttered slowly, mindful of my injuries and Godric paused in his tracks and sat opposite me instead, his hands were placed at his temples seemingly to soothe a headache, I realised it was a rather human act. Apparently, habits didn't die when one became the un-dead, "Since it seems that word has gotten around that I've gained a new human pet, I'll need you….to play just that."

I looked at him, my protest forming in my throat and he glanced up sharply at me, "I hope you wouldn't turn this down, in fact, I don't think you have much of a leverage to turn me down, Poppy."

I could only watch as he got up and sat beside me, "Otherwise, you forget Poppy, that killing you is quite a simple feat for me."

My heart sunk, I knew that of course. It was practically imprinted into my brains, tattooed permanently, if possible. The pain that my body is feeling right now reminds me even more so. That, I, Poppy was a mere human toy to any of them, that my life dangled dangerously infront of me. That, if I made just one wrong move - my life could easily be snuffed out as easily as snuffing a candle.

With my eyes shut tight and a martyred look of resignation on my face, I nodded my head slowly.

"Sure, command as you wish then."

"Oh, we don't have to be all gloom and doom, of course." He uttered after a pause, and I opened my eyes to look at him. I did a wrong by shooting him and in return, I guess this was the only way to repay whatever wrong I did. Penance for my sins I suppose. It could also provide that much needed opportunity to gain somewhat of his trust.

Godric continued, "Since I'm asking you to play that role. In return, I'll spare you your non-human life once everything's over."

Non-human, it took me awhile to realise that he was referring to me. Me, I'm a non-human! Even to the undead. Right. I didn't dare question him what he meant by 'when everything's over'. Instead, I merely blinked, sighed and finally nodded, "Okay fine, you have yourself a deal."

I struck out my hand and Godric raised s brow ever slightly before placing his cold hands onto mine and we shook our hands in agreement.

The bell rang and even before I could take in another ounce of air, he was by the door to allow a stream of people in.

They were all clad in white. And they walked with a certain professional air that doctors carried. Apparently I wasn't that far off the mark. They were here to nurse me from my injuries.

How very kind of Godric.

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