4 - Visit With An Old Friend

~Godfrey’s Point of View~

Busy day... three executions, two sentencings … oh and yes tea with a disgruntled and rather uppity witch who is suing her neighbor. Everyone wants a piece of Godfrey it seems.

But, I didn’t want anyone, I didn’t need anything … but blood of course. Everything else was trivial, everything else was just a way to pass the time.

But now … I had an intended, after 4,238 years of loneliness, despair, anger, doing unspeakable things. I just couldn’t understand it. I had joined the council nearly two centuries ago, penance I told myself for a horrible existence. The innocents I killed in the name of my thirst, the senseless murder to quench the fire in my throat that could never be extinguished.

And when exactly would I fit Sunny into my non-stop life of being the judge, jury and executioner? Was she going to sit around and watch while I interrogated or tortured creatures?

There would be no way I could be with a human on a daily basis, in such close proximity and wi