I do not truly intend to meet the sun. Their tactics at holding me are sub par at best. My hope was to use whatever display they had planned as a way to show people we are not what the Fellowship claims. It has been difficult pretending to be compliant and remorseful. Steve Newlin is an ignorant human that won't even leave an impression in this world when he is gone and men like his henchman, Gabe, are a blight on humanity, always spreading hatred and evil. I hear Gabe enter the basement level and beat the human, Hugo, again, this time Hugo falls eternally silent. Gabe has spent the day torturing Hugo. I did not intervene. It is not that I enjoy torture but Hugo is a liar and betrayer. His actions, plots, and deceptions are what brought me here. He is the worst of humankind, much like our jailers. Hugo and Gabe have woven the same tapestry of hate in their lives and it feels appropriate for Hugo to meet his end in this way.

I have smelled the sweetest scent since they brought Hugo to the basement. It called to me even in my day slumber. The heartbeat suggests female but I have yet to hear her voice or movements to prove her existence. I will investigate at dusk, it is decided. I wonder her role in this whole fiasco. My musings are brought to an abrupt halt just after Hugo's end. I smell her tears and they are of an innocent. Then the smell of her blood permeates the air as well as Gabe's brutality.

My actions are not driven by my will but something more primal and instinctive. I am released of the church's meager confines as if they never existed and am ending Gabe before his protests are given voice. My heart shatters as I look at the angel on the floor.

Blood slowly pools around her head, her face is cut, her body bruised; my only consolation is that I prevented her violation if not her death. Her unfocused eyes see me, "Godric" I hear her voice like a siren call. The sound of her voice speaking my name cuts into my heart. She must not die, I cannot allow it. She is too young, she is too beautiful, she is a mystery, how does she know my name, she is fae…..she is mine!

I gently lift her battered frame, bite my own wrist and put it to her lips. I lick the blood from several wounds, healing them as my ancient blood slides down her throat. She is conscious enough now that her instincts have kicked in and she swallows in earnest. The first blood tie is formed.