Back In Time

Chapter 2: In Which I Get My Crystal Ball Out

"I don't understand," I said in a breathy voice. "I was here, last night, in 2011, minding my own. I had to come north to hunt because one of the others had nearly caused a riot last week. I was too far away to make it back before first light, so I went to ground. Right there," I pointed toward the spot accusingly. "Right there, in 2011. I wake up tonight and you two are here, telling me that it's 1532?" I don't know why I thought laying it all out there would help. Godric paused for a moment.

"Yes." Simple enough. I laughed, coming unhinged a bit. This was not possible.

"This is not possible," I began to pace, clutching my forehead with one hand, the other hand on my waist. Godric tensed slightly and in the next moment Eric was standing next to him. I was aware of the fact that they were both posed to attack but I really couldn't care at the moment.

"Have you had a traumatic episode?" Eric asked cautiously. Great, they thought I was crazy. I guess I couldn't blame them because truth be told, I felt a little crazy in that moment.

"I haven't!" I shouted. "I don't understand what is happening!" I stopped pacing abruptly and put my hands over my face. "What the fuck is going on?" I whispered to myself. I wiped my face and looked up at them. "What is going on?"

They looked at each other. Eric looked a bit worried, Godric looked suspiciously curious.

"I've heard of this but I thought it was only a story," he said slowly. Eric and I both cocked our heads at him.

"Heard of what?" I said suspiciously. He held his hands out, palms down in an age old 'calm the eff down' gesture.

"I have heard it said that time has been transcended," he said. "But only from humans who, as surely you are aware, are fanciful creatures that tend toward the dramatic. You, however, are clearly one of us, and just as clearly you are not lying about your creation," he paused. "We are not lying. Apparently, you are not either. That leaves the one explanation that I can find. Eric?" He asked. Eric was sizing me up thoughtfully.

"Yes Godric, I agree," he said slowly. They looked at me questioningly.

"This is ludicrous," I said, not wanting to let that go unnoticed. "But I am not lying, I know that. You two seem to be telling the truth. Or at least you believe you're telling the truth. I really can't think of any other explanation for you being alive right now, I mean, I watched you die with my own eyes!" I realized that was a stupid thing to say when Eric lunged at me, growling. Luckily, Godric's hand snapped around his arm like a vice, preventing him from actually launching himself onto me.

"Explain yourself," Godric said quietly. I took a deep breath, not like I needed it. If they didn't think I was bat-shit crazy before, they would after this.

"Eric is my Maker," I looked at the Maker in question as I said it, and he was visibly shocked. "I met him in 2008, in Shreveport, Louisiana. That's in America, which you probably don't even know about yet," I was trying to do some quick addition but the thing is, I was not too keen on American history. "Vampires revealed themselves to humans in 2006, when a blood substitute was created for medical purposes. Eric, you own a bar, er, bawdy house, in the future and you're a powerful vampire in your area," sweet Jesus I was freaking myself out with this, so I couldn't really blame them for the petrified looks on their faces. A burning wave of terror washed through my chest as I realized witches were persecuted somewhere around this time but then I remembered I was a vampire. They couldn't really out me, so I tamped it down and soldiered on.

"You pursued me until I finally 'relented' as you love to say, and we began a relationship. Then one night, we were in a horrible accident. You obviously, were fine, while I was nearly dead. You changed me that night, which was less than a year ago. The reason we are even in England is that I am still very angry with you for changing me, as I had told you multiple times in the past that I would rather die. You, being you, ignored that when it came down to the wire and changed me anyway. So, you're trying to make up for it with a trip to tour the world," I paused, wondering how much of that made sense to them. I was trying not to say anything that they wouldn't understand, like the fact that it was a car accident, or that Eric was a high-handed egotistical a-hole half the time. I raised my eyebrows at them, trying to gauge if they got it.