I pounded on the door to the house i use to live in with my father, one of the two places i considered home. I waited a minute before knocking again. When i heard nothing i began to worry. Usually he would have at least said something by this point...
Turns out I actually ended up breaking in to my own house and i found my father passed out obviously drunk, if the bottle in his hands was any indication. This was nothing knew, i had seen this several times growing up and knew to be there with a glass of water and some tylenol.
But the scary part was Timothy was holding a gun to his head. "Put that away!" I cried out in fear for my dad's life. "What makes you so different?" He asked. I made a mistake... i didn't look in the future to see what was in store i was looking for reactions to my words... I'm such a idiot!
Always so different from the other girls. Why doesn't she fall at my feet? "Godric would you like to come in?" I invited him inside with a flurry as words as i ran across the living room. Don't pull that trigger! Don't pull that trigger! The gun flew out of his hands and landed with a loud clattering sound on the floor. I was grateful it didn't go off but it didn't stop me from jumping in the way to protect my father should it have.
In what seemed like a instant Godric had him against the wall. Fangs out. He was furious and i wasn't sure what was going to happen now and i was to panicked to check. "Dad! Dad! Wake up!" I shook him violently but all he did was mutter 5 more minutes. I was relieved that he seemed to be alright. So she is a fangbanger!
"No you pathetic bastard. I am not a fangbanger, but i am Godric's human!" I snapped at Timothy and noticed Godric look back at me for a second. He knew now... but was i really for him to know... didn't matter i had just blurted it out so now i would have to deal with the consenquences.
How did she- what the hell! "By the way..." I picked up his gun unloaded it and hit Timothy over the head with it. "That is for holding this against my fathers head." He glared at me but it wasn't wholeheartedly. There was something else. Something that i never wanted to see. Timothy loves me.
To bad for him that he's a moron, i don't go for those types and he was going to kill my father. I would have lost it... probably beat the shit out of him before i shot him with his own gun repeatedly. I don't know what i am capable of in that department and i am glad it isn't being tested now. So far all i've done was get in to fights ive only killed those werepanthers and that alone bothered they hell out of me. I didn't want to have anymore blood on my hands.
"C-can you-" He started to ask and i figured i knew what he was asking. "No. It's better if he is the one that has a hold of you." Are you stupid! He is the vampire here! The bloodthirsty murderer! "He's a mon-" I covered his mouth.
"No he's not! If Godric was i wouldn't be here! I would be prisoner to some sick creature or worse that disgusting things toy! I would be dead!" I yelled at Timothy. It pissed me off that he was accusing Godric of being a monster when he didn't even know him! He just knew what he was and apparantly that was enough... that bastard.
"Alright you little shit your coming with me. Godric can you throw him in the truck? I don't want him to try anything. Faelyn your staying here. Don't leave. I mean it." Dad was all business now. Scary part is he's drunk and angry. Which pretty much means i am know where near being able to calm down right now.
"No! Your not driving while your drunk!" Timothy became the least of my problems in that second. In fact i nearly forgot he was there in till he started shouting. I threw open the drawer in the desk and pulled out a roll of ducktape. I literally taped his mouth shut and then his hands behind his back.
"This isn't open for debate." He snapped at me. "At least don't involve Godric in your stupid plan i don't want to be mad at him to." I really didn't but i didn't want my dad going any where and he wouldn't be.
I stormed out of the house before dad or Godric could say anything, throwing open the hood of my dad's truck i moved to the back and got his tools before proceeding to remove his trucks battery. Your not going to get yourself killed. I thought as i was unable to ignore the onslaught of memories of my mothers death. I can't lose you to.
Dad followed me out. "What are you doing?" He asked obviously angry. "What does it look like i'm doing!" He glared at me. "Put in back and go to your room. I will deal with you later."
"No." I said so quietly at first that i know he didn't hear me but then i repeated in a little louder and he took the battery from my hands. "Go to your room." Dad ordered.
"You can't go... you can't!" I struggled to put the words together in my head, i didn't even want to think them which is why i always said lose. Putting those particular words together always hurt to even think about. "This isn't up for debate Faelyn! It's for your own safety. Now get inside."
Was he really this clueless... then again though we had been close and i had ruined in when i pushed him away. Dad probably thinks i don't care. "I-i" I started to explain but he cut me off. "No excuses. Go."
"Hmph!" I heard Timothy struggle to speak and knew Godric was behind me. Somehow that helped me to be able to find my words. "I can't lose you like i lost mom... your drunk... and to me that just means i have more of a chance to lose you. I was terrified in there. I just can't and you asking me to let you risk your life right now just so you can bring Timothy to jail. It's not worth it to me. Please don't go."