#rationallyconcerned

DUDE I unfollowed some people too and i was like bwa-huh?! BUT I LOVE THEM WHY ARE YOU COCKBLOCKNIG ME TUMBLR

LOL I got the notif and went to reblog and save to drafts and WHY IS IT ASKING ME TO FUCKING FOLLOW!? *checks list* You have unfollowed like five  accounts except you didn't......

I h8 u phoe. 

~5 Years before current events~

She was so beautiful, she was so perfect. Her skin giving of a soft glow in the moonlight that was shining through the window. 

Godric regretted her having to be here, he didn't want Eric bringing him someone. But his child did, leading her into the elder's bedroom, making her sit on the bed. 

"You must be hungry", Eric said and just as before, Godric shook his head. He was but he didn't want her, he didn't want to feed. But as always, Eric pushed him, wanted him to take care of himself. And even if Godric had said no, Eric wouldn't have stopped. Ever.

"Please, Godric", Eric said, taking the girls arm in his hand and pulling it towards Godric. "Please. Then I can leave again. But I must know that you are fed, that you take care of yourself."

Godric didn't understand why it was important, why Eric cared, why anything was important anymore. But he would give in so that Eric would be able to leave, that Eric left with a good feeling.

Hesitantly Godric reached out and took the woman's hand in his, pulling her closer. Wrist wasn't his favorite location and Eric knew that. The viking stepped back as Godric pulled the girl on his lap, pushing her hair out of the way and nuzzling his nose against her neck.

For a moment he didn't know if it was wise, if he should do this, if it was worth it, but the smell of her blood and the sound of her heart made the decision without Godric having a say in it.His fangs went into her neck smoothly, hardly causing any pain. And even if they had, she wouldn't have screamed. The glamouring Eric did made sure of that. This wasn't for Godric's pleasure but to keep him alive. 

One pull, two pulls and Godric could feel his hunger take over. His primal need to have this girl, to consume all of her blood. For over a thousand years Godric hadn't felt like this, like he needed this blood or he would die. He needed it now and he wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop

As he realized that - not only that he wouldn't stop but that he actually didn't want to - Godric froze for a moment. But her heart was still beating and he still wanted more so he took it. All of it.

While he was drinking, killing this beautiful girl in his arms, tears rolled down his cheek and onto her skin, mingling with her own blood. Godric didn't realize that he was crying as he killed her, didn't notice until he let go of her and let her body slip to the ground.

Looking up he saw Eric staring at with total disbelieve in his eyes. 

detectivedannowilliams - Danny "Danno" Williams

dontcallmedanno - Danny "Danno" Williams

rationallyconcerned - Danny "Danno" Williams

itsofficerkalakaua - Kono

crashesintocops - Rachel Edwards

undercoverseal - Steve McGarrett

thataintrightbrah - Chin Ho Kelly

dontcontrolanything - Dr. Andy Yablonski

detectivedannywoo - Danny Woo

classicratpack - Neal Caffrey

goddessexoticitalian - Mary Savarese

captainspangly - (A Very SASSY) Captain America

empathicmimicry - Peter Petrelli

I have regrets

She had made a point to spend as much time as she possibly could with him since she had arrived in Hawaii. She had been raised in a similar environment, the California coast, but her heart had always been in the city. D.C. was home and Jersey had become a friendly and frequent stop for her after she had first met the Williams brothers in a bar out there.

So the least she could do was spend some quality time with the man while she was on his home turf. Danny was a little firecracker, he had more attitude than she thought they usually gave the manly types, and he made her laugh. She could forget the world when he was close by. Even just over a quick cup of coffee before he went to work, she was always glad to have gone.

This afternoon she had brought him lunch. And dragged his ass to a little farmer’s market, just so they could chat and look at stuff and she had promised, if he was a good boy, she would let him pick a henna tattoo for her to get that weekend. She had even roped him into dancing with her for a moment where some performers had set up and other people were dancing, and it was such a good day.

At least, it started that way.

The call came on her phone first, a cryptic voice that she did not know asking her about a bag. She had thought it was a prank at first, brushed if off but suddenly Danny’s eyes had gone wide and he had grabbed her and made to run away, but the backpack she had been sitting next to had gone off too soon. They had crashed to the grass and everything that had been around them had come down over them in a mess of dirt, fire and wood.

Tess woke up a while later, and everything hurt. She was trapped by some of beams that had built up the burrito stand and she blinked until she realized Danny was stuck in the same little cravice of the wreckage. Except…”Oh God,” She murmured, scooting closer. One of her arms was definitely broken, but Danny had a big, scary chunk of wood sticking out of his chest, his beautiful blue shirt stained with his blood.

"Danny," She touched his face and he looked at her, smiling slightly.

"How…bad is it, Sla?"

She didn’t want to make him worry, if his blood pressure stayed down…maybe. “It’s not that bad, babe.” She told him, but her voice may have betrayed her as she reached to brush his hair, usually well groomed, from his face. “Someone is gonna be here for us soon, okay?”

He moaned, his head rolling back. “Make sure Steve helps take care of Grace…”

"Danny…"

"And you better make sure you take care of yourself, okay? Promise.”

Her jaw was shaking uncontrollably but she nodded, tears spilling down her face. She leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his mouth, something small and chaste, but loving. “I…”

"I know, Tess." His voice was softer and she opened his eyes to see his were fluttering. It was like going over a hill on a roller coaster, except all she felt was the dread, knowing what was happening.

He took one more breath, and then he exhaled slowly and was gone. She laid her cheek on his shoulder, her tears wetting his shirt as she waited for help to come, keeping him close. She wished she knew how to get a hold of Matt, she wished he hadn’t dragged her out of the way and risked his own life.