Walk Like An Angel ~ Chapter 16

A/N: yeah, I have no excuse. Depression sucks lol. But I'm back and I appreciate all of you for still reviewing and actually still favoriting my stories. You have no idea how sweet that is to me and I'm so thankful.

I truly hope you enjoy.

"Yes."

I could feel the smirk form against my shoulder, and with that he pulled his head back and stared at me as if I had hung the moon among the stars. All I could do was stare back in wonder that for some odd reason this man found me fascinating enough where he was wiling to keep me by his side.

Maybe I had really found my place.

Godric brought his hand up to lightly brush his fingertips across the bruise that had bloomed upon my face. Frowning when he noticed me wince, he gave a soft sigh and brought his hand back to his side.

"We're going to need to fix that or else I'm going to do something that will bring far too many repercussions that I'm not too keen to deal with at the moment."

I tilted my head softly to the side in silent question at just what it was he was apparently preparing to do about my bruises.

"You're going to need to take my blood."

At that I stepped back abruptly and in doing so banged my head against the wall behind me quite hard. Ducking to hold the quickly growing bump on the back of my head I barely had time to stop the spinning room as Godric moved us back to the bed in the blink of an eye.

He sat me on his lap immediately making me feel like a child, ignoring my indignant huff, and softly grabbed my chin. Making a noise that sounded awfully like a 'tsk tsk' he gave me a smile so soft he appeared the boyish age that he physically was. "What am I going to do with you my clumsy little human?"

I indulged him with a small smile back. That seemed to be enough of a response to appease him. When he softly ran his hand along the back of my head I forced myself to stop the flinch that it warranted. He knew better, the humor in his eyes told me that much. " Little one, why do you fear the taking of my blood? Surely you at least know the gist of it considering your cousin has been in the world of vampire far longer than yourself?"

A quiet sigh slipped out before I could catch it, "I know enough about it to know that you could influence my emotions enough to control me. . . that you'll always be able to find me no matter where I am." Suppressing a shudder at the mere thought of it all, yet again the thought of my freedom he promised being brought in question. At that he narrowed his eyes and continued to toy with the ends of my overgrown bangs.

"You seem to be slightly misinformed liten sol, while I may be able to affect your emotions I can not truly control you, although I would not do so even if it were allowed." He ignored my sudden perk up at that and continued. "You were correct in stating that I'd always be able to find you, my blood would sing to me as it ran in your veins and considering my age it would not take much for me to do so. You will dream of me. . . in a most likely sexual context, along with carrying an attraction towards me. However I believe that to already be preexisting state for you yes?" He gave me a downright sinful little smirk as I felt my checks burn from his simple question.

He blinked at me boyishly through his lashes obviously awaiting my answer, with a hard swallow I gave him a small nod and looked away. Receiving a little squeeze on the hip at that he continued on, "Other than that the other benefits are all superficial such as healthy skin and hair, along with ridding any blemishes upon the skin and a slight increase in strength. Have your fears been alleviated now?"

At that I stiffened and fiddled with my fingers while ignoring the slow but darkening gaze of the vampire I was seated upon. Ever the patient one he waited as I figured out how to properly word what it is I wanted to say. "Godric . . . eh-your majesty?"

"No." A quick hiss sounded through the room as he grounded out the word quickly. Tugging on my hair swiftly he held my gaze when I looked up, a tense static was between us. "Never address me as such. You will see me as I am, not as my title."

There was no room in that statement for any argument, it seemed me calling him by his title had bothered him more than what I might be able to understand right now. Nodding slowly I tried my best to push through, "I'm . . . sorry. Um, Godric . . . I don't think I really want to do that right now." Seeing his eyes narrow and darken had me speed talking at a pace I didn't think possible. "I'm just not comfortable with that right now, I still barely know you. It's barely been maybe somewhat close to 24 hours if I actually slept through the day and maybe later but not now. I'm kind've a little bit of a fast healer and it'll only take a few days. No one has to get hurt and-" I cut myself off when his hand tightened on my hip to an almost pinch.

The smile that bloomed on his face wasn't one of comfort, "Amiena, dear girl, I tried to make this as comfortable for you as possible and ease you into this. But you continue to test defying me yet again at every turn." Before I could blink my back met the bed and I had a fang baring male hovering over me with eyes blazing. He leaned down until he was a hairs breath away from my face, "When you accepted my claim you accepted my dominance. While your words will be taken into account and always heard, my word is final. My lead is followed with no questions asked."

His words caused my heart to hammer in response as I stared wide eyed and slightly frightened up at him. Parts of me were terrified while others . . . not so much. He seemed to have caught on to the latter as he smirked darkly and lifted a hand to trail it down my neck in a feather like tease. Before I could blink, his face was tucked into the crook of my neck, his lips tickling my ear as he spoke. "You've never been in any form of a relationship, that much I can tell. Being with a vampire is in its own league. I will teach you, comfort you, and hold you when necessary. Your first lesson shall be in possession. While your world teaches that being a possession is held in nothing but a negative light, it is not so in mine. To keep it brief, everything that you are and everything about you is mine and my responsibility. To see your sweet face bruised as if it were a tossed away peach causes a very deep and violent anger within me." He paused as a deep growl slipped out of him and into my body. Vibrating between us as if to enunciate his feelings, "I want to go back and slaughter every last one of those sniveling imbeciles. Each time I see that bruise it pushes me to do so. There would be no one to stop me and any possible consequences to be faced hold very little weight to me. So, whether you fully understand my words or not, you do not have a choice." His arms caged me in and tightened like a vice as he pulled back to stare into me. "Amiena, you. Are. Mine." And then his lips were on me, his hands were everywhere and when his leg split mine I truly thought my body had went up in flames.

With just the right amount of push in pressure in just the right spot my mouth opened in a gasp and he invaded as if he'd alway been there. I'd like to say that my anger won me over but I'd be lying. And as my hands flew into his hair to grasp the strands as if it were my sanity and my back arched into him like a fine tuned bow, I realized he had been right. Somewhere along the way I truly became his and that caused something very warm and unexpected to bloom within me.

As my tongue became a shy partner and danced with his he slid a hand down my body and up under my shirt causing me to tense up. He sensed it quickly and just as it happened he gently massaged my stomach in calm circles and I was lost back into the sensations he was causing before I could register anything. So caught up in my new passions I didn't realize the liquid sliding down my throat before it was too late. My eyes flew open in a panic and as I pushed up he pushed down.

Again with the massaging but it wouldn't work and knowing I was powerless to stop what was occurring I gave in and swallowed the life blood that he was pushing into me. During our spontaneous make out session he had purposely sliced his own tongue as it was in my mouth. His flavor was surprisingly sweet and rich, like a chocolate bar that you'd been craving for weeks.

When he finally pulled back after placing small and surprisingly gentle kisses along the corners of my mouth and cheeks his impish grin was unmistakable. He leaned down one more time to lick at my lips and pick up the remnants of his blood that had been missed. He grinned as I continued to try to catch my breath, it seems my brain just can't seem to catch up with the rest of the world. As he kept his hand on my stomach the other came up to softly stroke my cheek where the bruise had once lain. "My blood is beautiful underneath your skin, you honor it to let it find home within you liten sol."

I should've been pissed, angry that he would force his blood into me when I had clearly stated otherwise. But looking into those bright eyes and seeing the astonishment on his face as he continued to study me like fine art. . . I let an answering wide smile appear on my face. With quiet appreciation I traced the tribal tattoo along his collar bone, grinning as I felt the shiver weave through his body. It felt so different and nice to be seen the way he looked at me. But like all good things, they eventually came to an end. And the knock that sounded in the room was enough to do that.

With quiet sigh he placed a small kiss on my forehead and pulled back bringing me along with him. "Yes Eric?", he didn't even pause as he went to a drawer to pull a dark v neck out to accompany the jeans that fit him all too well. Though I wasn't able to fully hear the response I was able to see the small crease that appeared within his brows. It disappeared swiftly and he glanced at be for but a moment before retrieving comfy looking shorts off the top of the dresser and handing it to me while ignoring my answering blush when I realized we did all that while I had no pants on.

Again a quiet sigh was made when he reached for my hand, "Very well, I will be with you in a moment my child." Cupping my hand between his he seemed pleased that I looked to him for instruction. I mostly did so because I was entirely out my element at the moment. "Little one, you slept until the evening so the nest is fully awake at the moment. Sookie was asked to make you a hearty meal she knew you'd eat, I will take you the kitchen to be dropped off. All I ask is that you do not leave that kitchen until either I, Eric, or Isabel is there to escort you."

I had no idea who Isabel was. "What about Bill?"

At that he glowered, "Most especially not Bill." My stomach responded before I could and I could do nothing but nod as he grinned at the sound.

I gave up trying to memorize all the turns and random stairs as he led me to the kitchen but the second the smell of food hit my nose I couldn't fight the large smile on my face and the little skip in my step. Godric wrapped his arm around my waist instead of holding my hand to keep me at his side in my excitement. I really hadn't realized just how hungry I was.

As we entered the kitchen Sookie was seated daintily at a table with Bill shadowed against the wall behind her, her eyes widened slightly. I was too focused on finally eating to even care. "Hey Sook, you still have my food for me please?"

She blinked a few times I guess to get her bearing, "Um, yeah let me go reheat it right quick for you Ami." I'm assuming she was still somewhat reeling from the tearing into she had received last night. As she scurried off to go do that Godric blinked and brought his attention to me. Bringing his hands up to cup my face he placed a quick but searing kiss onto my lips, "Be good Amiena, abide by my rules and all will be well. I shall return to you as soon as possible." With that, he placed a well aimed glare at Bill and disappeared from my hands.

I knew I had an embarrassingly dopey small smile on my face that I didn't even bother to hide as I took a seat at the table. I gave a small wave to Bill as Sookie came back with a plate of chicken parmesan and some sweet bread on the side. She always remembered my dangerous sweet tooth I'll give her that.

Thanking her I dug into my food happily and damn near choked when she decided to drop a bomb on me. She was never good with timing, "I hope you realize you can't stay here."

Coughing harshly I downed half my glass of water and glared up at her through my hair. "What was that?" She straightened up in her chair and my peripheral caught Bill doing the same behind her. Interesting.

"You can't stay here Amiena. You're my responsibility and you're barely about to be turning 17. Godric may want to keep you but he can't just go around laws like that. You guys are states apart and I can tell you're smitten but it's not going to work like how you want it." The very thought of being separated from Godric did something to me that I wasn't prepared for. By the time I had even started speaking I was doing so through hyperventilations, "What do you even mean!? Sookie that's not fair."

She smacked her hands against the table and leaned forward, "Its not happening Ami. It's not possible you're still a minor and what isn't fair is that you're the last little bit of family I got left and I'm not letting him take you!"

"I don't care!" I jumped up and out of my seat as my sight blurred. I hadn't realized all the commotion we had caused until I felt his strong arms wrap around me and pull me tightly to his chest.

The growl emanating from him were completely inhumane and seemed to vibrate the walls. "What the hell have you done?"

A/N: Welp, what do you guys think? I hope I haven't lost my touch. What do you think of the little glimpse of a darker Godric? Do you agree with Sookie?

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