Disclaimer: I do not own any True Blood's character. They belong to HBO and Charlaine Harris.
5
"You'll have to gain their attention and get them to like you, Poppy…"
Chanel's words lingered in my head as the Bentley cruised silently to our destination. There was a chauffeur in the front. Godric and I were seated at the back. He was dressed, suavely as always, while I wore a long white gown that seemed to make me look effortlessly gracious. I remembered thanking Chanel's superb fasion sense, but quickly realised that I was heading to an Annual General Meeting held by and for vampires. My expression soon paled and Godric half tugged/carried me to the Bentley that was waiting outside the hotel.
Godric was seated beside me and I was fiddling with my hands anxiously. He lifted his brows and opened his eyes to glance at me.
"Nervous?"
I glanced at the stoic figure beside me in the car who had broken his silence.
I tried my best to calm my frayed nerves and I took a deep breath before answering, "Should I not be?"
He smiled and shrugged, "Not really, unless you stray from me."
I didn't want to know what would happen if I were to walk away from him but I shuddered involuntarily nonetheless. As though noticing my discomfort, he changed the topic easily, "I heard from Chanel that you're doing the closing act. That sounds exciting. I hope you wouldn't embarrass me since you're going as my 'pet'."
He said, all with a nice little smile. Even though Godric was smiling, I could still easily sense that unbounded element of danger within him. It was as though he was a predator from the wilderness that was held by a very thin leash, and that leash was loosely held by his last bit of semblance to his humane side. My fists tightened as my nails dug deeply into my palms.
I was brought back by the fact that Godric was waiting on me for an answer.
"I guess you could always give me up to the mass should the performance be unsatisfactory."
I swore I saw a flicker of emotion across Godric's face. He paused for the slightest moment and smiled, "There is that option of course." He tucked his hands together, "What will you be performing?"
"I can't exactly say what I can do constitutes as an actual dance performance, but it'll do, I suppose."
Given my background, and the places that I had been brought up in, I was used to the idea of an impromptu performance.
"Very good, because we've reached…" Godric said and it was only then did I realised that the Bentley had stopped for a good period of time. I was just about to utter more when the driver opened the door from my side and Godric stepped out from his.
To say I was astounded by the entire reception would be a huge understatement.
I stepped out of the black Bentley and gazed around at my surroundings. It was a huge, somewhat palatial looking mansion. The entire gateway couldn't be seen from where I was standing. Across the bend and neat rows of plants and greenery, I could see that there was a long line-up of cars alighting and those that saw Godric gave him a slight nod of acknowledgement before darting to me with open curiosity soon after.
They were all dressed to the nines; most ladies were prettily dressed in designer gowns while the guys were in tuxes. It really resembled an exclusive celebrity party save for the fact that there was an alarming fountain of blood right smack in the middle of the hall. I couldn't tell if it was made from the real stuff or the synthetic kind. Nonetheless, I was horrified altogether and to make matters worst, Godric leaned in closer towards me. I could feel his breath as he uttered, "Remember what you're supposed to be, Poppy."
He had that slight smirk on his face, the usual expression that reminded me of the coldest winter, the kind that could kill you in a heartbeat.
My heart sunk, and I had that urge to run away, far, far away from this entire place but my legs carried me towards Godric who had his hands outstretched. I took it easily, ignoring how cold his hands felt, "How could I even forget?" I uttered with the softest tone beneath my breath.
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