Sunday 1/27/08
Who: Simon and Godric What: Getting Jane's Bottle! Where: Simon's Roome When: Tuesday Morning Rating: PG
Godric took long strides to his destination, determination on every bit of his face. It had taken him a good long time to track down the room he was looking for, but when he finally found it he could not get the smirk off his face. Back in the early 1900s, he had known a very mysterious woman named Juliet (who called herself Jane now apparently) who was the only lover he'd ever had that he thought he might become serious about. She had such an allure to her, hinted at such greater power within her. Godric had never discovered her secret. At least, not until two days ago.
He knocked sharply on the door, a terrifying triumphant smirk on his perfectly shaped lips. It was all clear to him now, Jane had spilled everything. She was a djinn, which explained the great power that she had, the unexplainable draw Godric felt toward her. He craved power, demanded it, and she would be able to provide it. And Simon would help him get there.
It had been a quiet morning, like every morning had been, and Simon wasn't expecting anyone to come to his door. The suprises kept coming when he saw the person standing there, not the pink-haired girl that Vinnie talked to a lot. It was a man, in his thirties, looking quite sinister. Simon gulped nervously. "C-can I help you?"
Godric chuckled softly at the meek boy before him. He was so young, couldn't have been more than eighteen. And his hair was such a strange color. Not the kind of person he would expect Jane to befriend, far too weak for her tastes. Raising an arm to lean against the doorframe, he looked up at Simon (yes, up, damn boy was like a sequoia). "You have something I want, boy." His presence took up the entire hallways, his confidence filling every space. "Let me in."
Simon stared at Godric, trembling a little. "O-okay," he breathed, stepping aside to let this man into his room. Why was he doing this? It was crazy. He was letting a total stranger into his room, a stranger that terrified him. But something about the man was so compelling. His eyes were hypnotic, strong and self-assured and almost impossible to say no to. Simon watched the man enter his room, his sheer hubris pressing Simon up against the door.
Godric stepped inside the room, sweeping past the slender teen, taking the room in full circle. It was shabby, a bit messy, lots of various electronic items scattered about. "I'm looking for a bottle," he said, getting right to the point. "Specifically, Jane's bottle. She said she had given it to you." He rounded on Simon, his dark eyes dangerous. "I want it."
The bottle? He wanted Jane's bottle? Blinking a few times, Simon chewed his bottom lip. "Um..." he said after a moment. "She gave it to me because she... said she's in love with me-"
"I don't care," Godric interrupted, his tone bored. "You have her bottle and you don't know what to do with it, right? To you, it's just a bottle. She didn't tell you anything about it, did she?"
Simon shook his head. "She just said it was mine because it it was the most important thing she owned and she said she wanted me to have it because she... loves me..." His words fell into a mumble. He didn't know what to do with the bottle. It was pretty, that much was certain, but aside from that to him it was just a bottle. He didn't know why Jane was so attached to it.
Godric moved closer to Simon, hands behind his back. "Well if she loves you," he said simply, "then you don't need the bottle. She'll do anything you ask. But if you have that bottle, and something happens to it..." He shrugged slightly, leaving his staement vague. Simon's imagination could no doubt fill in the horrors of what might happen to Jane's bottle because he didn't know what to do with it.
And indeed, Simon's mind did start reeling. He didn't know that he could mess up someone's life with something as simple as a bottle. "Will she... can I hurt her with it?" He didn't want to make a mistake that would harm Jane. He didn't know what to do about her exactly, because he didn't love her, but her certainly wished her no harm.
The vampire smiled, knowing he had him. This was almost too fucking easy. "Yes," he lied. "You could do great harm. I know Jane from a long, long time ago, we've been friends for so long. I don't know what happened when she saw you, why she cares so much about you, but she foolishly thought she should give her bottle to you. And if you care about her at all, you'll give it to me so I can keep it safe." Crossing his arms, Godric looked Simon dead in the eye. "I'm Godric, by the way."
Simon thought about it for a moment. This man knew Jane, and he knew about the bottle. And even though Simon felt uneasy about him, he really didn't want to hurt Jane. He crossed over to his dresser, taking the bottle carefully out of his top drawer. He held it tightly in his grasp, pausing a moment before holding it out. "Okay, Godric," he said carefully. "The bottle is yours."
Godric took the bottle from Simon, giving a nod of thanks. This could not have gone better if he'd planned it. "You're making a very mature decision," he smiled, patting Simon's shoulder. He slipped back into the hallways smoothly, Jane's bottle clutched in his hands. He was smirking like the devil. Victory was sweet, and the power grasped in his fingers was too great to imagine.