C L A R I T Y [Godric]

[Nyx (DELETED 6871)]

She was so far from home.

It seemed like only yesterday that she was on her way to living the life of her dreams. She had the amazing boyfriend and she had been accepted for the internship at a top technology agency. She was so close to being normal, so close to being happy – and then everything came crashing down. The image of Adam with his hand loosely curled around an empty needle still radiated in her mind, haunting her every single time she closed her eyes. It left a wound in her chest, one that she never thought would heal. Four years. Four years of movies, dates, laughter, tears – four years of love gone in a blink of an eye. How was anyone to just get over that?

As if the weather agreed with her current state of mind, the clouds began to move, sucking the remaining light from the skies and shrouding her in darkness. The wind came soon after, causing her hair to whip across her face as she studied the turbulent waters below. “I wish I could stop.” Curling the whiskey bottle tighter to her chest, the slender girl used her free hand to grip the edge of the bridge’s rail and hoisted herself up. It was a struggle, especially as she found that the world seemed to spin a lot faster when she didn’t have both feet on the ground. Just as she managed to balance on the crumbling brick, a loud crash of thunder echoed overhead, causing the already decaying bridge to rumble beneath her feet. “You’re a son of a *****. You just had to hold on, but you couldn’t do that, could you? No! You had to be weak!” Her voice was drowned out by the howling of the wind, but she didn’t care. She was too far gone, the whiskey clouding any judgment she might have casted.

Toeing the edge of the bridge, she held her arms out and swayed, her fingers loosely wrapped around the neck of her bottle. Her life had gone to **** after his death. She’d been kicked out of her home, she’d lost her internship, and she found out that her best friend had been with Adam when he passed. Whatever grasp on sanity she had before those few weeks had been completely shattered, and that was how she found herself where she was now. Balancing on the edge of the bridge and testing death’s patience. Pulling the bottle back to her, she tipped her head back and downed the rest of it before dropping it. She watched as the amber glass shattered against the concrete at her feet, and she merely shook her head. If she were sober, there was a chance she never would have been here. She would have just curled up into her bed and pulled the covers over her head to drown out the storm raging inside – and outside.

However, she wasn’t sober.

Perhaps she was as weak as he had been. His addiction had been the high, hers was finding any way to escape his memory.

This is it.

Closing her eyes, she took a breath and stepped off the edge.

[Godric (DELETED 5788)]

Godric.

A man of often many words, and sometimes very little. It depends on his mood. Tonight he was feeling, thoughtful. His knees had healed quite nice, considering his last encounter was with Micah and well. He had thrown him to the dogs, dogs being traps, and a Fadebeast or two. They had fought over him at first until one was left standing, the Fadebeast lunged for Godric and wanted to break him apart. Piece by piece. He had barely escaped. Pulling himself up and moving through the pain. Micah had blown both his kneecaps off. Who in their ******* stable mind did that ****?

The man grumbled even trying to think about it now. He HATED Micah. The man was a jealous asshole. Obviously jealous of the fact that Godric may come into the picture of him and Velveteen and perhaps steal her from him. Maybe he wasn't that good in the bedroom, who knew. Godric found himself scoffing as he got off the transit at Coastside. He had an intention of going to the magical shop, and buying himself a reapers amulet because who knew. Micah might kill him next time. The asshole.

Since the time taken to get from the Hotel to Coastside the rain had become heavy, the wind had picked up and it was almost dangerous. The rain soaked his shoulder length black hair that he usually had tied back in a ponytail. His leather jacket was soaked. It wasn't the best weather to be out in, but Godric really needed that amulet. One could never be too safe these days.

He passed a bridge, as he made his way towards the shop. He didn't see the woman at first, but as he turned his eyes at the river he noticed her. She was clinging to the bridge, no at a better glance she wasn't clinging. She was being reckless. That was when he saw her fall. Her whole body fell from the top of the bridge and she was free falling.

Godric wasn't the type of person to save lives, he usually took them, but he was a sucker for women. The man rushed to the edge off the river. Trying to line himself up with the free falling woman. Using all his agility and skill he jumped, catching the woman in his arms just before she hit the water. He took the full weight of her fall upon himself, winding him in the process as they both fell into the water together. His arms wrapped tightly around her and held him close to her. They were under the water for a minute before he began to kick his legs and swim back to the surface.

As a human, this may have been hard but for a vampire? She was a feather in his arms, as he swam to the bank of the river and dropped her unconscious body there. Shrugging off his leather jacket he dropped it on her lifeless form and waited for her to wake up, that was if she was going to wake up.