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A/N: However, I do own my OC’s and their antics. Enjoy!
When my futile crying at last subsided, I pulled myself together and thought about my next move. How much longer would I have with Godric? I knew it might not be that night, but how many more nights would we have? How long could I keep him from calling his child, or children, in the hope that I could contact them first? I wasn’t afraid to meet his child. I hadn’t been afraid of any of the vampires I had met so far. Maybe he was right that I did not know them well and was fooling myself, but in that moment all I feared was Godric doing something permanent and irreparable. I needed to ask him more questions so I could keep him talking all night, each night. I had to try showing him all the good he could do and that imparting his knowledge of history onto others would prove vampires were an extraordinary addition to the world we knew. Universities alone would be fascinated, history books could be factually re-written, mythologies proven true! He was afraid of the way humans might react, seeing that vampires really existed. If he could show them, it would not have to be the bad or frightening event that might change everything.
Maybe others would follow his example. Other Supernaturals had to revere him, if nothing else his age had to have earned him regard among his species. How many ancients could there be? Then again, if there were as many vampires in the world as he claimed, there must be quite a few ancients. Yet, somehow I doubted it.
Then I thought about it. Of the five vampires I knew personally, three of them were ancient. Therefore, perhaps I was rightly blind in my assumptions. In fact, I had to truly admit I did not know much. Even if there was no one else like me, a Siren and a Muse, there were many other creatures of which I had no knowledge.
Would Octavia actually tell me if she found any information? Probably. Maybe? I couldn’t count on it. Would she be careful to call only during the day? Definitely not! She had no idea that I was with Godric or any vampire for that matter. How could she? What if his child was someone she didn’t trust enough to know about me, much less meet me? I wasn’t even sure if she knew Godric’s child. The tone of her voice in some instances contradicted her words, but I couldn’t very well call her a liar. Maybe she was just being cautious and protecting both me or her friend. Maybe she was afraid to say anything out loud in the same way she was reluctant to speak Godric’s name. Perhaps she really didn’t know. Should I call her again now that I’m behind the safety of the wards?
Neither Russell nor JP had contacted me and unfortunately, it would not be too long before Godric rose. I couldn’t very well ask him to leave the sound-proof room without causing suspicion. I had already told him I wanted him here. It wasn’t as if I could say I needed privacy to call my boyfriend. I was confident he knew I didn’t have one. I had never mentioned one and after all, he had heard me yelling out Eric’s name on the roof for crying aloud! Of course, after that, he had asked who Eric was. So embarrassing! God, I’m an idiot!
Another thing that I knew he wanted to discuss, not Eric specifically, Thank God, but he said he had ‘let me off the hook.’ The translation? He still wanted to know about the vampire blood in my system and probably whose it was. I wondered if he was concerned that one of them would let the secret out prematurely. If that was the case, I definitely would not tell him it was Eric! Surely he could not be upset over that fact since he knew I, too, was ‘other.’ There you go again, protecting Eric! Why?!
If we went down that road, would it be OK to ask him about the dreams? Octavia had essentially said it wasn’t normal, but she wasn’t a vampire, and she most definitely was not an ancient anything! Then again, how old was Octavia really? I didn’t believe for a second that she was hundreds of years old. I mean, she looked old, and through magic it was possible that she was older than she appeared, but not that old. That’s just stupid, Cricket! She was just an old woman, not a Supernatural! Wait! Were witches considered Supernatural? No…still, I didn’t think so.
I decided not to contact Pam through Sookie. There was too great of a risk she would tell Eric I was nosing around. He might presume I was trying to learn something of him, no doubt, and because he wanted nothing to do with me, it was not a viable option. Who knew what he would do? Maybe he would come flying in, demanding I uphold his command to leave him alone! Well, fuck him! He wasn’t the boss of me. I could do whatever I wanted. Still, contacting Pam was unacceptable. I didn’t want to get her in trouble. I didn’t want him to know what I was doing. I especially did not want him to know where I was…did I? NO! I could so not handle that in any capacity!
Still, I was unconvinced I should not contact Sookie anyway. I could text or call under the guise of telling her about Barry, which I actually did want to do, but that easily could lead to a conversation about Godric and my reasons for being in Dallas. No, that was a bad idea. With millions of vampires in the world, and her world especially being chock full of all types of Supernaturals, how would she know one who lived in Texas? What’s more, why would she care? Then there was the fact that she was with Douchebag! While I was certain she had never heard of him, I couldn’t bring any more attention to Godric or his whereabouts. Even without mentioning his name, I believed she might contact Eric just to ask him what he knew of my kid brother. That was simply unacceptable.
It was almost time for the sun to set. I went back to the main room and headed for the kitchen. My phone was still silenced and just as I was about to check it, Godric emerged from his room. It was funny to see him rubbing his eyes as if he was a child waking up from a nap. I was fairly certain it was unnecessary. Perhaps he had been acting the role of a teenager in public so long he had simply picked up some characteristics. He smiled when he saw me.
“Good evening, thygatéra. How was your day? Please tell me you did not spend the day here in the room again,” he said warmly.
“Hey, kiddo. No, I left for awhile.”
“Did you do some research?” he asked.
“In a roundabout way, yes,” I didn’t let on that my research involved his family.
“Did you find out anything of interest?”
“No, unfortunately, nothing.”
“That is unfortunate. What else did you do?”
“I had breakfast in the restaurant, wandered the hotel for a bit, and then went out.”
“Really? I’m glad you took advantage of the daylight and spent some time outside.”
“Well, I didn’t exactly. I went to the movies.”
“Even during the day, you spend your time in the dark,” he laughed, shaking his head.
“Hey, I spent some time on the balcony after I returned, so I spent some time in the sun,” I stuck my tongue out at him, causing him to chuckle again.
“I assume since you had breakfast you didn’t get any sleep after I went to my day death?”
“No. I went out right away.”
“Ah, well, I hope you were able to rest enough before I rose for the night.”
I shrugged. I hadn’t slept at all, but he didn’t need to know that. I would be fine. The refrigerator was stocked with Energy drinks and I could brew coffee if needed. I was unable to settle down earlier in the day and since Godric was now awake, I didn’t want to waste time sleeping.
“Did you eat dinner?” he asked.
“No. I’m not hungry. What about you? You haven’t, um, eaten anything since we’ve met that I know of anyway.”
“I am fine, but thank you for asking. So, tell me, what movie did you see?”
“Oh, no, that’s a secret!” I giggled.
“Why is that?” he asked perplexed.
“I’m not telling you. I plan to take you to see it,” I said with another giggle.
“I doubt that we will be going out.”
“Yes, I believe we will. The theatre is not far away. Besides, we could go incognito. Seriously, I think you would really enjoy it.”
“I’m not…” he started and I interrupted him.
“We don’t have to go tonight, but I want to take you soon,” I said quickly. Any additional time I could get, even if it was just to show him there were pleasurable things in the world, would be very good.
I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face while I imagined his reaction to the movie until I looked up and noticed the slight frown on his, then he turned away and walked onto the balcony. The sun had set in the time we had been talking. I retrieved a new can from the fridge, opening it on my way to join him. He was standing on the balcony just staring out into the night. He turned and leaned against the side when he heard me step out and sit down.
“Cricket,” he said in a serious tone, “I don’t believe we have time for… I mean, we don’t have as much time as you may think.”
“We have all the time in the world, Godric. There’s nothing that either of us needs to do right now,” and then I remembered my job, “Oh shit!” I blurted out.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. Nothing that can’t wait. I just…it’s just that I completely forgot… I’ve got to call my boss tomorrow. I’ve been so busy that I can’t believe I haven’t even thought about work. I’ll just call and tell them I need more time off. I didn’t really expect to be out of town, not for so long anyway. I mean, I went to visit Maggie, but her place is only about an hour away from where I live. I never expected to be in Texas.”
“That’s not a problem?”
“Oh, it might be. I’m sure my boss knows that the filming was postponed. I don’t live in a very big town, but you know what? Screw it! I’ve got more important things going on here. Going back to work is the last thing on my mind. That’s probably obvious since I forgot I had a job,” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“What will happen?”
“Well, I’ll either get more time off or I’ll get fired. Of course, everyone back home knows I had an accident, so maybe they’re not even expecting me, or maybe I’ll just quit. I can’t imagine my life going back to what it was before. I’m not sure what I’ll do, I mean, I will have to go home eventually. JP, my best friend, has school. We live together. Of course, he hasn’t mentioned anything about going home either, but we haven’t talked much. I’m not going to stress over it. It’s just a job. I can work anywhere. Too bad I can’t glamour my boss into giving me more time off or forgetting I work there altogether,” I laughed.
“To what filming were you referring?”
“Nothing. Never mind,” I didn’t want to tell him anything about my involvement in “Truly Bloody.”
I figured that he was probably aware of it if the vampires were, indeed, preparing to show themselves and had been watching current pop culture, especially given the fact that genuine vampires were posing as actors acting like vampires. It was likely he would know who they were, that he knew of Eric. It was becoming more apparent to me that I wouldn’t be able to avoid telling him everything.
“So, are you ready to tell me about the Sirens?”
“Ah-ah-ah. It is my night to ask questions. Would you like to stay here or should we go to the roof?”
“Well, I do have one question for you and I think I need to tell you something,” I said a little nervously.
“Fine. One question. What would you like to know?”
“Did you know there’s a Were a few doors down the hall?”
“Yes. I…smelled him.”
“Octavia said that Weres and vampires don’t really associate with one another. Is that why you came back into the room so abruptly the other night?”
“Partly. He was about to exit his room. As you know, he stopped outside of your room. How did you know he was a Were?” he asked, suddenly very curious.
“That’s not the first night he was out there. The first time, I told Octavia and she guessed, or I guess she asked me questions until I figured it out myself. I think he’s a bodyguard or something. I could hear two voices on both occasions. Do you think he smelled you? Could that be why he stopped outside? The first night he stood outside my room for a few minutes and looked as if he was sniffing the door, or like he was staring at it almost as if he was trying to figure out whether someone was in here.”
“He could have caught my scent, but if what you’re saying is true, I’m not sure it was me he was after. I wasn’t with you the first night.”
“Well, he couldn’t have been looking for me specifically. Why would he? I don’t know anybody here. That’s why I’m assuming he’s a bodyguard. I think he wanted to know who else was on this floor with his employer or if anyone else was on the floor at all.”
“Why are you asking about this now?”
“I saw him today.”
“Where did this happen?”
“Downstairs, and then we rode the elevator together. He wanted to know about me, but I lied and told him I wasn’t staying on this floor. I’m not sure why I lied. He seems perfectly nice, but I don’t like that he’s hanging out in the hallway. I’m sure he knew I was lying though.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Well, I could see he was inhaling deeply. I could hear it too. I’m guessing he wanted to catch my scent or something to compare it with what is outside my room. It made me uncomfortable. Do you know him?”
“Did you see who else was with him?”
“He was alone.”
“No, I meant the first night he was outside? I was with you the second time, so I know you didn’t then.”
“I know, you kept me away from the door, but no. I only heard voices. I was very curious and I almost wanted to open the door. Still, when I heard the second voice coming, it freaked me out a little because he gestured to whoever it was that no one was here. I’m guessing the wards work pretty well?”
“They seem to, yes.”
“So, do you know who he is?”
“I didn’t see him, but generally speaking, Weres keep to themselves and stay close to their packs.”
“Octavia said that it’s not uncommon for them to work as bodyguards.”
“Octavia has told you much in the short time you have known her. Nevertheless, it is more uncommon than she thinks. There are some…‘Lone wolves’ for lack of a better term. They are generally the ones who travel and work for others. I believe you should stay away from him.”
“Is he dangerous?”
“All Supernatural creatures can be dangerous, even you, I suspect. If Octavia said she was concerned about others’ reactions to you, then I think it would be best to limit your contact with them for the moment.”
I had a feeling there was something he wasn’t telling me, but exactly what it was, I had no idea. I chose not to press the issue. I trusted Godric, although I suspected he knew the man in question. He hadn’t answered my question specifically.
“OK. I didn’t really want to talk to him today and to tell the truth, I’m more concerned with running into him now since I lied, you know?”
“All the more reason for you to avoid him. In addition, you don’t know who has employed him. If that person is concerned about your presence, who knows what their reaction to you might be.”
“Octavia said if I ignore others, then they will ignore me.”
“Normally, I would agree, but that is clearly not the case here. I’m not trying to frighten you, but he obviously wants to know who is in here. If he was trying to catch your scent, he knows it’s you in this room.”
“What difference would that make?”
“It might have made none…until you lied to him. That will undoubtedly get back to his employer.”
“Well, he doesn’t know who I am. If I do run into him again, I can tell him that my friend is in this room and that would explain my scent. He knows I was with Maggie. He saw us the night we arrived.”
“Now she is at my nest,” he said almost to himself.
He didn’t respond to that. What difference would that make? This guy wasn’t at his nest and if they didn’t get along with vampires, then I was sure he wouldn’t be heading over there any time soon. Even if he did, so what? I was staying on the ‘vampire’ floor of the hotel, so it would only stand to reason that Maggie or I might know some vampires, right?
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I just wanted to let you know he was there.”
“Thank you for looking out for me. I can’t remember a time when anyone has done that, other than my child when there was apparent danger and that was quite a long time ago.”
Well, that was my cue. Now was as good of a time as any to ask. I took a deep breath and let it out before I asked my next question.
“Godric, who is your child?”
“I believe we agreed it is my turn to ask questions. You asked your question regarding the Were. In fact, you asked several questions. Now, it’s my turn.”
We decided to stay in the room and while he made a fire, I finished my drink and went to the kitchen to pour a large glass of moonshine. I had a feeling I was going to need it for the conversation we were going to have. I brought the jug with me and placed it on the floor. I took off my shoes and pulled my feet onto the couch, covering my legs with the throw. Once we were both settled and facing each other, I took a long drink and held my glass to keep my hands busy.
“OK. Shoot,” I said, holding my breath. I could feel my hands starting to sweat slightly and brushed them over the throw. I felt myself holding on tightly to my glass.
“I know I’ve asked you this already and I know you aren’t entirely comfortable talking about yourself in this way. Yet, you have avoided many of my questions and I will admit I am very curious about some things. I hope you know you can trust me. It is the same way you have said I can trust you.”
“It’s OK. I know you’ve been open with me about your past and with what’s bothering you now to some extent. It’s only fair that I tell you about myself. I mean, more than you already have, you know, about my ancestry and all that. I do trust you, Godric. I guess I’m just a little bit nervous.”
“Yeah, like that’ll happen,” I laughed humorlessly.
He only smiled. It was a smile that put me slightly more at ease.
“Cricket, I know you have been upset with what is bothering you, other than your heritage. I heard it in your music and I felt it in your emotions when you sang.”
“I thought you said it doesn’t affect vampires when I sing?”
“No. I said you could not influence us to do anything. I also told you that anyone would be drawn to you and the feelings you emote when you sing. It’s not that I don’t feel it, it’s just that I don’t feel it with you. I can certainly feel them coming from you.”
“Oh. OK. Well, go ahead and ask then. I know it’s been killing you.”
“Who is your Eric?”
“He’s not mine,” I said, a little harsher than intended.
“From what I heard on the roof, he is, or you want him to be. So, I suppose we will have to agree to disagree on that point,” he said, ignoring the tone of my voice.
“Yeah, we will. I told you before, he’s just a guy,” I sighed.
“He holds your heart?”
“He doesn’t want it.”
“That isn’t what I asked, is it? You asked me if I had ever been in love.”
“And you didn’t answer.”
“I will now. The answer is no. I have not. Although I wished for it at one time.”
“You don’t anymore?”
“I don’t believe it matters at this point.”
“Of course it matters! I know it’s a cliché, but it’s said there’s someone out there for everyone. I think you just haven’t met her yet. Don’t sell yourself short, Godric. You might be a kid brother to me, but you’re an attractive man both inside and out, and I think you just haven’t opened yourself up to let anyone in.”
“That may be true, but it’s neither here nor there. Besides, we’re talking about you now. Have you…opened yourself up? Have you been in love?”
“Um, yeah, I have, but it never ends well. I thought I was in love before in my past relationships, but they certainly didn’t end well. Maybe they were no good all along. I don’t think I knew what it really was then. I mean, how it really felt.”
“And now? You feel it for your Eric?”
“I told you already. He isn’t mine. In fact, he doesn’t want anything to do with me. He told me as much. Well, actually, he didn’t even bother to tell me. He had someone else do it! The stupid jackass!”
My response made him chuckle, and I couldn’t help but crack a smile with him. I had been calling Eric a jackass in my head and out loud when I was alone for days…among other choice names.
“You are in love with him now?”
“It’s moot. He doesn’t feel the same.”
“Then you’re right. He is a stupid jackass.”
Then it was my turn to laugh at his matter-of-fact agreement. He laughed with me.
“OK. Fine. Yeah, I love him. I’m in love with him, something I only just realized. In fact, I think I finally realized it that night you heard me yelling on the roof. I guess I was yelling at him even though I knew he couldn’t hear me, not that he would care. It would probably only prove to him that his action to leave was the right one. I haven’t admitted that yet. I haven’t even told my best friend though he apparently already knew it. As a matter of fact, JP told me before I even realized it,” I said, taking a long drink and swallowing the lump in my throat that seemed to form each and every time. At least I was keeping my tears at bay…for the moment.
Before he could ask another question, my rant continued.
“What’s stupid is we didn’t even really spend that much time together! I mean, in some ways we did, but I didn’t know him very long before he left and we were only, you know, together one night. God, I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” I could feel my face heating up with embarrassment to be talking to Godric about him. I never wanted to have this conversation and now I was admitting my feelings out loud.
“You have no need to be embarrassed about your feelings. I want us to be honest with each other. It helps me understand you better. Thank you for sharing these things with me,” he said sincerely.
“Whatever. I just… I feel like an idiot.”
“For telling me?”
“No, for feeling this way! I can’t tell you why the whole thing affected me so much. I didn’t plan it. I wasn’t looking for it. It just… I don’t know. It just happened. I mean, my feelings just happened. I know that sounds ridiculous, even to me. He was nice to me. He made me feel special, and wanted, and…and then he was just gone. I know it didn’t mean anything to him. I’m not clinging to the hope that we’ll be together in the future. I know for a fact that we won’t. I just wish I didn’t feel it so strongly, but I don’t know how to stop. I know in time my feelings will pass. I just never felt this way for anyone before and I know it’s going to take more time for it to go away than normally.”
Not to mention I have no idea how long it will be before his blood leaves my system, I thought to myself. I could only hope my feelings would go away or at least diminish when it finally did.
“Do you think he left because he felt the same way?”
“No. I think he left because he didn’t.”
“How are you so sure?”
“I just am,” I said definitively.
I could feel the tears welling up and I had to blink them back before they blurred my vision. I downed the remainder of my drink and refilled it while I calmed myself.
“Are you certain he did not leave for a different reason?”
“How are you so certain?”
“Well, his exact message to me was that he was gone, he wasn’t coming back, and to not try to look for him. I think that’s fairly clear, don’t you?”
He looked truly taken aback by that statement and I could see he had no answer. The look on his face was one of pure ire, but I didn’t think it was directed toward me. He was mad at what Eric had done. He looked as if he wanted to kick his ass for acting like such a coward. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe that was the message left for me, that in addition, Eric didn’t even care enough to say it to my face. Who would believe it was for any other reason? It was pretty cut and dry.
“It’s OK. I wasn’t really good enough for him anyway and that just proved it,” I added.
“Cricket, anyone who has met you could not think you weren’t good enough and I am angered that he would have behaved that way.”
“When did you become such an expert on love? You said you’ve never felt it.”
“No, but I have seen it. What’s more, I see you, and I can’t believe it was one-sided.”
“Well, believe it.”
“Have you tried to contact him?”
“No! Of course not! Why would I? He told me not to and I’m not a stalker. Look, Godric, it was one night. It was a fling. I just was carried away and…and… I don’t know. I just need to get over it.”
“I have to. Can we move on now? I’ve told you about my ridiculous crush and my unrequited feelings that don’t matter anyway.”
“How can you say they do not matter when they clearly do!?”
I felt a tear trickle down my cheek then and I wiped it away. Those were almost the exact words Eric had said to me, both in person and in my ear, or what seemed like it, at Maggie’s. I took another drink to cover my tears before I started crying in earnest.
“You don’t have to be so pissed. Believe me, I’m angry enough for both of us,” I laughed.
He smiled at that, and then his face softened.
“Yes, I can see that. You’re angry at him and yourself.”
“Yeah, but I’ll get over it. Just let it go.”
He looked as if he was in deep thought for a moment, then shook it off, but he still looked like he wanted to kick Eric’s ass. It made me feel slightly better. My kid brother, my protector!
“There’s nothing I can say to make you feel better, is there?”
“No. Just forget it. What’s done is done.”
“I’m not happy about this.”
“I know. Thanks.”
“Shall we go to the roof now?”
We took the same seats as we had the last time, his again next to mine after he lit the fire. Initially, we both watched the fire in comfortable silence, but I knew it wouldn’t last long. He wanted to know about the blood now. So, we were still on the topic of Eric although he was unaware of that fact. He looked over at me for a minute without saying anything.
“Go ahead and ask, Godric. What do you want to know?”
“Tell me how you came to have vampire blood?”
“A vampire saved my life.”
“Basically, a Werewolf scared the hell out of me, though I didn’t know at the time that he wasn’t even after me. Anyway, I found myself on the top floor of a school and someone grabbed my arm. I thought they were trying to attack me. I didn’t realize they were only trying to help me. I shrieked, and he pulled back to cover his ears. So, yeah, I guess you’re right when you say that I could be dangerous. Long story short, I fell from the fire escape ladder and was hurt very badly. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the vampire gave me blood to stop the bleeding and it saved my life.”
In my peripheral vision, I saw him tense and he seemed angry when he spoke again.
“A vampire gave you blood without your knowledge?” he ground out.
“I know, I know, the blood is sacred. It wasn’t like that. He wasn’t doing it to manipulate me or anything like that. He honestly was saving my life. I thought I was dreaming. He told someone else that he didn’t want me to die. I overheard him telling someone else that he only gave me a few drops to heal my internal bleeding and that I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t certain at the time that he was a vampire, though I had suspected it. Don’t blame him for making himself known. I know it wasn’t the intention. I think he felt the need to save me because he had been the last one seen with me. It probably would have caused problems for him. I told you I live in a small town, and people would have noticed if I went missing or might have questioned if I died from such injuries. It wasn’t a normal accident. I mean, you know, being a Werewolf and all.”
“Was he drawn to you bleeding?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. He was in control of himself. I mean, there was no, I guess you call it bloodlust?”
I glanced at him, and he nodded although he had a strained look on his face. Everything I was saying was upsetting him.
“Look, you asked. We don’t have to talk about any of this. I’m glad he saved my life. I’m glad I found out what he was. I thought I was going crazy! I had it all figured out by that time, about the other vampires and Werewolves.”
“What happened next?”
“Many things, I guess. Most important are the dreams, I think.”
“Is it? Are they always so intense? I mean, almost real? They seem so real. I wake up knowing they were dreams, but they’re more. It’s like it’s reality. Obviously, I dream, but these are beyond the normal dreams. We argue, we talk, and we even had an argument over who was dreaming. It’s strange.”
“Hmm, yes, they can be sexually intense, which is what you are alluding to, I assume. It depends on whether the vampire attempts to manipulate them. Nevertheless, they are not the same as reality. They should be the same as other normal dreams. Have you argued over who was dreaming more than once?”
“No, I mean, in the next dream we briefly talked about who was dreaming, but then sort of decided it didn’t matter. We didn’t talk about it. We more or less just silently agreed.”
“When did you have the argument in your dream? Do you feel you’re being manipulated in some way, as if these aren’t your dreams when you awaken?”
“Shortly after I arrived here, so a couple of nights ago. I think it was that same day the Were stopped outside my room that first time. I had the dream, woke up in the morning, and that night he stopped outside my room. That’s not related to anything, but I remember that day. I’ve been having the dreams every night. I’m always in control of the dream just as I would be if I was awake. The only night I felt out of control was the night he insisted he was dreaming. It was strange… Before then things always went in the direction I wanted them to go, I guess. That night, it was a struggle to convince him that he should be doing what I wanted. Then there was more than one night where I told him to leave my dreams.”
“You told him that? You didn’t want him to…be with you? If the vampire was manipulating you, it would be unlikely that you would be able to…I mean, you would be enraptured in the situation and not as you are describing. I can’t imagine that this vampire would try or even be able to influence your dream where you could…do what you wanted. I can’t think of a different way to describe it. A vampire can’t control your dream. Certainly, they can only send influence for you to feel a precise way. It just doesn’t make sense that they would send you a feeling where you could control everything. I don’t even know what you would call a feeling like that and I can’t imagine why anyone would even try.”
“Well, it’s not like I didn’t want to, you know, be with him. It’s just that I didn’t feel a compulsion. I could if I wanted and if I didn’t want to, then I knew I could choose. We weren’t intimate in every dream. Sometimes we would just talk. It was like real conversations. I don’t know if I’m explaining this in the right way. I don’t know. They just seem real. How can they influence you?”
“While the vampire is awake, they could send you a feeling. It’s usually something like lust, but it could be anything.”
“What if I was asleep during the day?”
“Then it wouldn’t work. They would be in their day death at that time.”
“Well, then it can’t be an influence. The dreams come no matter when I’m asleep, but it’s literally every time I sleep. He tells me he can’t leave my dreams, even if I tell him he must,” I said.
“You’ve told him to leave?”
“Yeah, a couple of times and he insists that he can’t. They’re not normal dreams! I mean, they’re not like any other dreams I’ve had. That’s why I figured it was the blood tie.”
“I’ve never heard of anything like this.”
“Octavia said she hasn’t either. She seems to think there is some other connection, something emotional or spiritual, she said. I don’t believe it, but that’s what she says.”
“She might be right though, as I’ve said, I don’t know of such a thing happening as you describe. You don’t feel lustful in these dreams?” he asked with his brow furrowed.
“Well, I am always attracted to him and I do want to be with him in my dreams, but that was true already in real life, so maybe that’s why?”
“I will have to think about this.”
“Octavia told me something else about the blood tie.”
“What did she say?”
“She told me that if I had the blood of an older vampire, the tie would be broken, but she didn’t think it would break the other connections. What do you think?”
“Seeing as I don’t understand it to begin with, she could be right.”
“Well, I only know a couple of vampires older and… I guess what I’m asking is if you would be willing to do that?”
“Give you my blood?” he asked, fairly surprised.
I couldn’t help but to feel hurt, or the feeling of rejection that ran through me, but I understood. I really didn’t want to have sexually intimate dreams about Godric. It wasn’t that I thought he would try to influence me to feel that way though. I understood that a blood tie wasn’t lightly given and I hadn’t really expected him to agree, still, it stung.
“Don’t misunderstand. It’s not that I would be opposed to being tied to you. There are benefits. I would know if you were in danger and I could locate you if needed. My hesitation is that…”
“I get it. You don’t want me to think of you in that way.”
“Well, yes, there is that, but it’s also because I don’t understand these dreams you are having and I don’t know if this is unique to you, or to you and this vampire. I will agree with Octavia about the connection you have and I’m not sure what would happen. Yes, it would override the physical tie. At least it should, though after what you’ve told me I’m not certain that would be true.”
“Oh. OK,” I said, feeling defeated.
“I must admit, I am perplexed by this entire situation and I need some time to think it through. Your connection is far deeper than I had thought.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that.”
“I have one more question, though I am quite certain I already know the answer.”
“Go ahead,” I sighed. I was more confused now than I had been, and the fact that Godric was confused was not helping.
“This is why you didn’t rest today, isn’t it? Don’t ask me how I knew you didn’t sleep. I can see you are exhausted. You did not have to tell me.”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to deal with it today.”
“Your vampire and your Eric are one in the same, yes?”
“That’s two questions.”
He gave me an amused, knowing smile, but waited for an answer.
“You are in love with him.” It wasn’t a question.
“I already told you, yes. I think it’s only because of the blood tie and the dreams that I feel that way.”
“It’s not,” he replied simply.
Aurelia Gliwiski as Chelsea ‘Cricket’ Kerrigan
Alexander Skarsgård as Eric Northman
Allan Hyde as Godric
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