Due to the late hour the streets were generally deserted. A few homeless people crouched between buildings in hopes of shading themselves from the occasional gust of wind and a handful of people in dark clothing hurried about but otherwise we had the streets to ourselves. Godric's hand was cold in mine in a comforting sort of way as he led me through the streets.

We walked mostly in silence, exchanging a few words every now and then. I was enjoying the cool night air and being able to see the sky as it was a very clear night. We reached my apartment soon enough and Godric accompanied me not only to the front door but to my apartment door as well.

"Thank you so much for seeing me home Godric" I smiled to him, stalling by the door.

Godric returned my smile but his expression was almost bashful "it was entirely my pleasure, little one."

"It's not very common, you know, to have a man walk a girl home anymore. You're quite the gentleman" I teased him, squeezing the hand that still grasped mine.

Godric's bashful expression turned mischievous and he swept a deep bow over my hand. My mouth popped open as his lips brushed over my knuckles. I had certainly not been expecting him to do that. My cheeks turned tomato red. His eyes glanced up at me to gauge my reaction. The smirk on his face as he straightened was reminiscent of the one that Eric frequently displayed.

"At your service, my lady" He mocked.

I narrowed my eyes at him but couldn't keep the smile from breaking out across my face. I hadn't seen this light-hearted side of Godric and it gave me hope. He had been so different today but I hoped it hadn't been just because he had felt he owed me something, like he had mentioned earlier.

I stepped into a clumsy curtsey after a moment, pushing past my embarrassment. When I straightened again tilted my head at him "you mentioned working on my telekinesis tomorrow, but I do work" I commented.

Godric shrugged as if it didn't matter "Eric will surely excuse you."

I seriously doubted that Eric would be so easy about letting me take the night off. Though, I supposed, Godric could tell him that I was and Eric wouldn't argue with him. But I wouldn't feel right about it and I couldn't afford to take the time off. So I shook my head "I don't think that is a good idea. Maybe we should put it off for a couple nights? Until I'm not scheduled to work."

Godric seemed like he had expected me to say so as he didn't hesitate to offer an alternative "If you do not have other plans for your evening, I rise several hours before sundown. You could return to Fangtasia while it is still light out so that we would have time before you are required to work for my progeny."

I thought it over, the opportunity to see Godric more in addition to perhaps having control over these powers I apparently had. It scared me though, that I was so different. It scared me to think that there was something wrong with me that set me apart from everyone else, from even Evan.

"What's wrong with me Godric?" I mumbled, looking at my hands "why am I so different?"

Godric's hand cupped my face gently, tipping my face up so he could meet my eyes "there is nothing wrong with you, dearest Alyssa. Please do not think such things."

I bit my lip self-consciously, tears welling in my eyes. I didn't know what to do, even if Godric could help me control my abilities- and I had no idea how he planned to do that- I would still be left wondering why I could do these things and always have to worry about the wrong person finding out.

To my surprise, Godric drew me into him and wrapped his arms around me. I clutched at the soft linen of his shirt and buried my face in the crook of his neck. It seemed odd that he was suddenly so ok with being close to me, he had never been in the past and he didn't seem overly affectionate with Eric or Pam. But I wasn't about to complain, being in his arms felt better than I could have expected. It made me feel safe though I realized that most people- especially those who had previously been attacked by a vampire- would feel the opposite of safe in this situation. Godric had rested him chin on my shoulder but he turned his face into the side of my neck and I felt him inhale deeply. His breath fanned out against the side of my neck as my eyebrows came together.

"Did you just…Godric, did you just smell me?" I asked and pulled back not sure if I should be offended or amused.

Godric smiled sheepishly at me "I apologize, little one. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. Your scent is quite distracting and I could not resist."

His response didn't help me decide how I should react "should I take that as a compliment?" I questioned.

Godric chuckled and nodded "yes, it is meant as a compliment. Your smell is quite singular. I have not in all my years smelled a human quite like you" Godric admitted.

My eyes widened in surprise. If Godric had been alive for 2000 years and hadn't smelled someone similar than I truly must have been unique. I added it to the list of oddities I was finding about myself. "Do most humans smell similar to each other then?" I asked, trying to hide my embarrassment.

Godric thought about it for a moment. I realized then, that we were still standing in the hallway and turned to open the door. I invited Godric in demurely and led the way to the living room. He must have realized that Evan would be sleeping because he spoke quietly.

"In answer to your question, yes most humans smell similar, Alyssa" a little thrill went through me from the way my name sounded on his tongue when he spoke in such hushed tones "Humans have a scent that differs from other species such as vampires, but they are not all the same. A vampire can detect the blood type of a human from their smell. But each human is slightly different. I suppose it could be compared to different dishes with the same main ingredient but different spices." Godric looked like he regretted comparing humans to food and glanced at me to gauge my reaction.

I smiled to show I wasn't offended by his word choice "so what about me then?"

Godric leaned forward to brace his elbows on his knees. His fingers interlaced between his legs and Godric regarded them thoughtfully. "It is hard to describe little one" he mumbled, peeking up at me.

I waited patiently as he gathered his thoughts. "It reminds me of rich chocolate perhaps." Godric frowned, not happy with his description and glared at his hands for a moment. When he looked back he had a glint in his eye and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips "you smell like sin, Alyssa. Tempting, and dangerous."

I quirked my head at him "Thank you?" I questioned not able to keep myself from smiling back at him.

Godric chuckled, a deep sound that resonated in his chest and sent a thrill down my spine. "I should allow you to rest, little one. I have the feeling that tomorrow will be a tiring day" Godric stood from the couch and offered me his hand.

I placed my hand in his and let him tug me up. But my feet twisted unexpectedly and I was sent stumbling forward. Godric caught me easily and for the second time that night I found myself in Godric's arms. His hands gripped my waist to steady me and mine grasped his shoulders. I let out a small noise of surprise as I hit his chest.

"I'm so sorry Godric!" I apologized hastily, drawing back as soon as I had regained my footing "I lost my balance. Thank you for catching me!"

Godric shrugged it off and let his hands drop "it is not your fault, dear Alyssa, perhaps I used more force than I had counted on."

I rubbed the back of my neck self-consciously and nodded "even still, thank you for catching me."

Godric gave me a wry look "it was my pleasure, little one."

I hummed, unsure of how to respond, and walked him to the door. "Have a good day-rest Godric" I mumbled as he stepped out of my apartment door.

"Good bye little one" Godric said before turning to walk down my hall.

I shut the door slowly behind him and slid the lock into place. In my room I quickly stripped then slipped on a loose cotton t-shirt. I had an awful time in trying to sleep and subsequently spent most of the early morning tossing and turning in my bed. When I did finally fall asleep it was to the sound of Evan beginning her day.

I woke in the afternoon only to realize that the sun would be going down fairly soon and I had promised to meet Godric at Fangtasia at six. It would give us several hours before I needed to start setting up for the night. I showered hastily and let my hair dry as I did my makeup. I dressed in a long black skirt made of flowing material with a slit on one side that almost reached my hip and a blood red midriff top. With a bit of time to spare, I made myself a quick dinner and ate in front of my lap top. I had been spending so many of my nights at Fangtasia that I slept most of the day and hadn't had much time to finish editing the photos I had taken at my last appointment. I managed to complete them and sent an email to the family that they would receive their photos in the mail in the next couple days. Safely burnt onto a disk I would drop them off at a postal box on my way out.

The door was unlocked when I arrived and I opened it as little as possible to slip through, not sure if Godric would still be in the basement or in the main room. He was not there when I walked in but appeared soon after the door closed.

"Good evening Alyssa" Godric greeted.

I raised a hand to him by way of greeting and tossed my purse behind the bar where I usually kept it while working. "How was your rest, Godric?"

"Peaceful, thank you. And how was your day?" Godric asked politely, leaning idly against the bar.

I shrugged, not willing to admit I had just gotten up a couple of hours ago. "Well enough, I was able to finish editing the photos from my last shoot and mail them today."

Godric's eyebrows raised curiously "I was not aware that you were a photographer. What kind of camera do you use?"

I was surprised with his question and wondered how much Godric knew about cameras. I had to admit that it wouldn't surprise me to find out that Godric was very proficient in technology though I had rarely seen him with even a phone in his hand. "I have two that I regularly use depending on my purpose. One is a Pentax k1000, it's an old school film camera; fully manual SLR. The other is a Canon EOS 5DS. Whoever had it before me was a bit rough with it but it's my go to as far as shooting for clients" I explained.

Godric asked several questions about my photography and my preferences as far as film over digital. He noted that though he had a basic knowledge of the differences in camera types, photography had never been a hobby of his.

It was quite some time later that Godric suggested we begin the reason I had come early. He led me down to the basement to my surprise. I had never been down there before and had thought that a vampires resting spot would have been much more secretive. I asked Godric as much and he smiled gently at me over his shoulder "very few people are welcomed in a vampires resting space, you are correct. But I trust you, little one, as does my progeny."

The basement was much bigger than the club itself. The stairs opened up into what looked like a typical unfinished basement though there were suspicious stains on the concrete floor that I tried not to think too hard about. Tucked around the corner was a thick steel door that I had almost overlooked. Godric punched a code in to the panel in the wall causing the door to swing open after a moment. Past the door was a drastic change from the cold concrete of the first room. The floor was covered in a dark stone tile and the walls were a pale green. The room was furnished with several chairs and two television screens. The bigger of the two was off and the other displayed the security feed for the club above us. A small kitchenette sat to my right with a huge stainless steel fridge, a gas stove, and a sink. Three dark wood doors were spaced around the room leading to what I assumed were sleeping quarters.

"The others will be rising shortly but I thought it would be best to practice away from the bar supplies" Godric informed me, his eyes glued to my face as I absorbed the room.

I nodded in agreement "what exactly are we going to do?"

Godric had me sit down in a chair and placed a glass on the coffee table positioned in front of me. "Your ability seems linked to your emotions and is largely unconscious. I believe if you can bring what you are doing into your conscious mind, eventually you will no longer need to be in emotional distress in order to conjure them" Godric explained to me "this is however, only a theory."

I thought over what he had proposed and had to agree with him. There was just one problem. "But I am not in emotional distress" I pointed out.

"It would be simpler if you could be glamoured as I could put you in a controlled state of distress. But as it is, you will have to create these feelings on your own. Try, perhaps, to think of a time you were very frightened. Remember how it feels and concentrate that feeling into moving the glass in front of you" Godric advised.

I was easily able to think of being frightened. Most of my childhood had been spent in a state of terror. Doing as he suggested, I tried to remember the way I had felt. I remembered the bile that would rise in my throat and the hard knot that would twist in my gut. My skin would break out in goosebumps and sweat would break out across my forehead. Yes, it was easy to remember being afraid. Godric was watching me earnestly and I realized that the television was rattling on its wall mount. I pressed my lips together and focused my concentration on the glass, pushing all those feelings at it. Without warning, the glass flew off the table and hit the wall. The glass shattered into tiny pieces, raining onto the stone floor in an almost musical way.

I flinched in surprise and my hands flew up to my mouth. "Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn't think it would…I didn't mean for it to…I'm sorry!" I stumbled over my words, staring with wide eyes at what was left of the glass.

Godric was staring at me in surprise. His dark eyes blinked and his face cleared a moment later "There is no need to apologize little one. That was very impressive. Only, perhaps next time try pushing less" he advised with an amused smile.

I scrubbed a hand over my face and nodded "right. Ok, I can do that."

Godric flashed away only to return a moment later with several more glasses. He placed one in the spot of the previous glass, stacking the others at his feet. I was just about to concentrate on summoning those feelings again when one of the doors swung open.

Eric walked into the main room clad in nothing but his boxers. My mouth popped open into a small 'o' of surprise and I couldn't help taking in his impressive form. Eric caught me staring and flashed a wink at me.

"Uh, watch the glass Eric" I mumbled, nodding to the shards a few feet from him.

He only raised an eyebrow curiously at us before rolling his eyes and stalking over to the fridge. Inside, I realized, were several bags of blood like the kind seen in hospitals. I watched curiously as he filled a large pot with water and dropped the bag into it. Eric lit a burner on the stove and set the pot on it. Content to wait around in his boxers for the blood to warm up, he leaned against the counter to watch us. Eric waved a hand in our direction "don't stop on my account."

I huffed at the thought of having an audience but turned back to the glass and started the process over again. I tried to push with increasing amounts of intensity in an attempt to get an idea of how much I needed to but it seemed like it was an on or off switch. I either had no effect or it went flying across the room.

When I had repeated the same thing several times over I gave a frustrated cry and dropped my head into my hands. Godric patted my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. "It will come, little one. You must remember that this is only your first night."

I shook my head and groaned. I couldn't see how I was ever going to get better. We had been at it for over an hour and I had made no progress.

Pam saved another glass from destruction by throwing her door open. She was dressed in what looked like a leather suit-dress that complimented her curves nicely and a blood red blazer created a nice contrast. I was surprised to see a bright pink gift bag swinging delicately from her manicured fingers.

"Good, you're here already" She drawled when she saw me, dropping the bag at my feet.

I glanced from her to the bag in confusion "is this for me, Pam? You got me a present?" I asked incredulously.

Pam rolled her eyes and went about examining her nails "don't make a big deal out of it. I'm not your new best friend or whatever. So don't expect us to have slumber parties or do each other's nails. Just open it."

I suppressed a grin and picked up the bag. Wrapped in the tissue paper was a black box the size of the palm of my hand. Removing the lid revealed a beautiful hair clip that made me suck in my breath in shock. It was made of rose gold shaped into a flower with the petals made of glittering sapphires. Delicate lines of gold flared out from the flower in an intricate pattern, small sapphire droplets hanging from the ends. The clip secured in the hair with tines like a comb. I held it carefully in my hand "It's gorgeous, Pam. I've never seen anything like it" I breathed.

"Of course you haven't. It is a one of a kind antique so be careful with it." Pam shrugged as if it was as special as something found at the dollar store "besides, there's more in there."

I couldn't imagine what else she could have possibly gotten me but further digging revealed another box, this one long and made for holding a necklace, and folded fabric. I opened the box first to reveal a necklace in the shape of a crescent moon with a teardrop shaped Sapphire dangling from its tip. It looked like an antique as well. I flashed an awed grin up at Pam but she wasn't even watching me. She had walked away as if she was bored with the proceedings and was inspecting the blood in Eric's glass.

Carefully, I placed the necklace down and pulled the fabric out. It revealed itself to be a gown. The top was made of golden yellow lace that covered the important bits of the bodice but was sparse in other areas and held together by a sheer fabric. The bottom was a rich navy blue satin empire waist.

"I don't deserve these Pam, this is way too much!" I gaped at her.

Pam rolled her eyes at me and fixed me with a bored glare "Just accept them Human, and we can call it even between us." Her expression made it seem as if she could be talking about the weather but her tone had an undercurrent of warning to it that made me decide against questioning her any more.

"Well thank you then. These are all amazing!" I sighed, stroking the soft fabric of the dress's skirt.

I could tell she was trying to hide it, but she seemed pleased that I liked the gifts. Moving on, she went about preparing her own drink.

"Shall we continue, little one?" Godric prompted, a gentle expression on his face.

I nodded and returned my focus to the glass in front of me.

We continued to work in a similar manner every day; I would come over several hours before sunrise, Godric and I would practice until I needed to start working and then he would walk me home at the end of the night, congratulating me on what miniscule progress we had made.

By the time Godric had walked me home after nearly a week of our routine I had been able to not only push the glass to the other end of the table. We had spent the entire night trying to master moving the glass without having to look at it. In theory it should have been no more difficult. I could pick things up with my hands without seeing them so the same should apply or at least that's what we thought. Instead, I either couldn't move anything or when I did, rather that affecting a single object I would send everything in that direction flying.

Godric escorted me to the door several hours before the sun came up and I was nearly falling asleep trying to open the door. Seeing that I was having troubled, Godric deftly took the keys from my hands and unlocked the door for me. He drew me into his arms, as had been become a routine for us over the past week. I certainly wasn't going to complain about spending a few seconds with him wrapped around me. I rested my cheek on his shoulder briefly. His arms, cold and strong around my ribs, pulled me against him and he sighed.

"Have a good day-rest Godric" I mumbled into the side of his neck.

Godric released me "thank you Alyssa. Enjoy your day as well."

I smiled tiredly and waved as he turned to leave the apartment.

Safely inside, I stumbled into my bedroom and changed into a cotton night gown. I folded myself under the sheets a minute later and was asleep in no time.

I woke up sometime later, not knowing what it was that had woken me up. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. groggily I pulled myself up to sit in my bed and glanced at my alarm clock. I hadn't been asleep for long, sunrise was still an hour off. I glanced around my room, rubbing my eyes. I was just deciding that I was being paranoid when my curtains shifted strangely. My eyebrows came together in confusion and I squinted at them. The next thing i knew, a figure was stepping out from behind them and rushing me. I opened my mouth to scream hoping to at least warn Evan if nothing else but he reached me before I could. The last thing I saw before passing out was the figure's hand drawing back to hit me.

A/N: Oh no! Who is in Alyssa's room and what are they going to do with her!? Let me know what you thought of this chapter! I always love hearing from everyone and whether its just to say that you're enjoying it or if you have any questions or constructive criticism please let me know!