Welcome back, my dears! I have returned with another chapter. I do not have much to say other than apologizing profusely for making y'all wait.

As always, proprietorship belongs to the writers, producers, bla bla bla. I don;t own them, but Godric and Eric own me. ;)

I awoke alone, still in my naked glory for anyone in the basement to see. However, there was nobody in the basement. Either way, I did not like being naked . . . in a coffin . . . alone.

My mind went to what had happened with my two vampires. It was extraordinary, the new feelings that I had, well, felt. Everything had seemed foreign, but familiar at the same time. Instinctual.

I stood and looked around for my clothes, which had mysteriously vanished from the face of the earth. Beside the coffin, however, was a small, deep-red Fangtasia shirt atop a pair of pants. A bra and panties (lacy, mind you) lay beside the shirt. I looked and dressed quickly, finding a less-than-modest pair of cut-offs below the shirt.

"Eric," I groaned.

"Yes?" came a voice from the Devil himself. I squealed, not expecting that. He was right next to me.

I slapped his shoulder. "Don't do that!" I scolded. An uncharacteristic laugh bellowed from deep within my blonde Viking and reverberated off of the walls. The sound sent shivers up and down my spine until the room became silent, save my breathing. "Where is Godric?" I asked after a few moments of silence.

"He is running an errand and should return within the hour," replied the devilish Viking.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"About 9:30 P.M."

I woke up late. I had no idea my body would be as exhausted as it was.

"Come with me," ordered Eric. I was still too sleepy to argue, even if he had scared the Hell outta me. I followed him up the stairs and we were in his office. I took a second to admire the room; I had never really gotten a chance to before. We exited the office and came through a back hall to the club entrance.

The crowd at Fangtasia seemed more rowdy than usual. They held conversations louder than usual, and their thoughts seemed to scream at me. I had forgotten to replace my guard before I came upstairs. All seemed normal, or at least as normal as things could get . . .

"Come sit with me," Eric ordered again. I was getting mildly irritated at his demands, but I was still too tired to argue. So, I followed him to his stage. Pam stood behind Eric's throne, looking me up and down with a creepy smile on her face.

"My, aren't you just what the doctor ordered," she purred.

"I'm not in the mood for lesbian weirdness right now, Pam," I groaned. My head had begun to throb with the beat of the music blaring in the club.

"Too bad," she mumbled in mock sadness. Then she turned her attention to her maker. "Godric should return in a minute or two. He finished what he needed to do rather quickly."

They conversed in a language that I did not understand for a couple of minutes until they both fell silent. I could not resist asking, "What did he need to do?"

"In due time, Little One," came a voice from behind me. I jumped and turned around to see my other vampire looking at me with sheer amusement on his face with one of his devilish grins.

"What is it with you vampires and sneaking up on me?!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my face straight and failing miserably.

"We have some matters to discuss, the four of us," stated Godric in a serious tone.

"Indeed," replied Eric light-heartedly. "But they are not too terribly urgent. Let's wait until after we close?"

I could see that Eric was hinting at something. He had locked eyes with Godric and after a moment, Godric nodded. The tension in the room left immediately after that and something potentially idiotic popped into my head.

"Oh, my God; I am dating someone with a grandchild." My eyes were wide. Holy cheese.

All three vampires looked at me for a moment before they all began to laugh.

"We are robbing the cradle indeed," chuckled Eric.

Yes, I know this is very short and probably not worth the wait. However I have some plans with this. I just had a moment of writer's block. Personal life happens sometimes . . . ugh! Anyways! Until next time, my dears!

Wolfe