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Garth

"I shall protect this house, no matter the cost."

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a character in “Forever Bound to You”, as played by JokerofSpades

Description

The Forbearer's Protector


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Name: Originally named Hathus Gundislavus (Meaning fierce fighter of war speech), he now goes simply by Garth.

Nickname(s): Garth doesn't get many nicknames. Sure, the leader has her own pet name for him, but Garth only goes by Garth. He has, however, been called 'The Goth' by a few vampires old enough to actually know of his heritage.

Age: 21 (Old dude, like 1599 years old or something.)

Birthday: The gothic people didn't really have a calendar, but Garth's birthday was is May 1st, 413 AD. He was turned on December 9th, 434 AD.

Bloodtype: Garth will drink whatever is given to him: nothing is a delicacy, everything is delicious. Though, if he had to choose, A - has a nice kick to it.

Place of Origin: Toulouse, France

Likes:
The Forbearers
Silence
Peace
Tranquility
Strength
All forms of life
Alcohol
Sex - but not as much as everybody else does
Working out
Loyalty
Couches
Axes and Swords
Tai Chi
Scandinavia
His heritage
Revenge
'Honor'
Sports
Smoking
Leather Jackets
Motorcycles
Swimming

Dislikes:
Modern day 'Goths' - They are a mockery to the people I once belonged to
Bows - No point in killing if I cannot watch their life leave their body.
Backstabbing
The Fallen - especially the one known as Aphrodite - either she dies, or we do.
Most music
'Art' - How do I use a paintbrush to keep my leader safe? I don't.
No purpose
Drugs
Being forced to 'Forgive and Forget'
Forgiveness in general
Losing his cool - It takes a lot, but when I do... let us just say it takes a while to get back
Cars
Computers, Cellphones, etc.
Uselessness
Fears and Weakness
Failure

Fear(s):
I may be old, but some fear cannot be erased.
Fear of Uselessness
Fear of Failure
Fear of Sleep

Secret(s):
Aphrodite - so Garth kind of knows her. Okay, he slept with her. Can you blame a guy? She is pretty freaking hot, he was lonely, blah.
Fear of Sleep - not many actually know that Garth doesn't sleep anymore. Call it paranoia, or whatever, but he refuses and even fears falling into that blissful state.
Vampire Blood - So Garth has got a bit of a craving for Vampire blood, or V- as he calls it. He doesn't understand why, but he is pretty sure that it isn't supposed to taste so good.





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Personality:
Garth is a man that is multi-layered and complex, and yet comes off as quite the simpleton as a first impression. Since he likes to keep things pretty simple, this has never bothered him.

Let us start with Garth's introductory personality trait of being pretty damn protective of his Coven: especially his leader. To Garth, his loyalty and his life are for the Forbearers and *Leader's Name* to use at their own disposal, regardless of the circumstances, and he will do so willingly. At least, that is how he started. Garth still is just like that today, only now being a senior vampire has given him a little more clarity and judgement to use at his own disposal. He is never afraid to voice concern or doubt for anything that may endanger the coven as a whole, the leader of a member, but he isn't stupid. If Garth feels no danger, then he voices none. He isn't that Motherly figure that overprotects her children to death for no- okay, Garth gets like that sometimes, especially with Vani or *Once again, LEADER*. There are moments when Garth will be quite overprotective of other coven members as well, but not to as much of an extent. Yes, he can be a bit worrisome at times as well, but his intentions and morals are all in the right place, as he isn't doing this to belittle others: he just doesn't want any of the Coven to die for no reason.

Which brings us to the next marker in his personality, his honour: or sort of honour, anyway. Everything Garth does is for the honor of the Coven, to ensure that it survives to fight the Fallen another day. He refuses to back down from any challenge, and will issue challenges when he feels wrongs or is greatly upset. He lives by standards that he believes will benefit all, which Garth uses to base not only his actions, but his decisions for the Coven. His honor is mostly based on his ability to protect his leader, using his morality to decide on fight or flight decisions: which sometimes end up with Garth kidnapping his leader in order for her to protect her. Yeah, Garth's communication skills are a little out of wack, as he would rather act than speak, but more on that later.

Why is it only 'somewhat' honor? Well, while Garth may not technically have his original blood in his veins, the metaphorically pump the blood of his inner barbarian. His ferocity is a flip of the coin, so to speak: some fights Garth will stand up straight, wield his sword proudly, and give a little oath of servitude. Other days, he is sharpening his war axe, low to the ground, and almost growling in anticipation of a kill. In an odd metaphor, he can be depicted as a Wolf (which is oddly one of the furs a Visigoth has been known to wear). Loyal and honorable in stature, savage and hell bound in the hunt. Garth will only use melee weapons in combat, as he takes honor in killing foes in close range - and also loves watching their life leave their bodies in death. Odd fascination, but it is covered up nicely by his honor tactics. So yes, Garth is a bit of a two face, but at least it is an honest two-face. Garth would never lie and tell another that he would regret killing them in any fashion.

The third largest marker in Garth's personality is his extreme lack of forgiveness. Mercy and Forgiveness are two words that have been long lost in Garth's vocabulary due to the many events in his life. Cause any wrongs to Garth in any lifetime, and you will be hardpressed to get this guy to give you any slack. He isn't petty: Garth only feels wronged when they are truly creating a mess in his life. So don't worry if you stole a human from him to drink from, he isn't like that. Now, steal a love of his, and it takes years to get him back on your side. Grudges are one of the easiest things for Garth, and he still has a few from hundreds of years gone by (what makes it even sadder is that most of these grudges are against dead people). Forgiveness can be achieved, however, by appealing to Garth's sense of protection or honor. There are other loopholes in his grudges as well - if they are his 'children', if he likes them, if more evidence is given on the other side and he is forced to see it that way - but they are few and far between, which makes knowing them a pretty good piece of knowledge. However, getting Garth to show any mercy, anywhere, is virtually impossible. Want to train with him? Get ready to be nearly killed before he apologizes profusely for almost killing a Coven member. And don't ask him to 'forgive and forget' either: that shit doesn't work, and he won't forget. Ever.

There are a few softer spots to Garth than he is willing to give. His softest spot would be for his Coven, naturally, but even moreso towards his leader and those he created. He sees his leader as his only purpose in life, fulfilling whatever wish she wants as fast as he virtually can. For *Matt* Garth feels pangs of regret for kicking him out, but at the same time cannot forgive him for the things he has done. Angel gets a sort of special treatment from Garth merely because he sees himself in her. Basically, Garth has a few holes in his hard armor that can be pierced correctly.

In the end, Garth can be summed up as a stoic, as he rarely shows many emotions on his face. He sees it as a form of weakness, but also as a way to protect the Coven: without emotions, he thinks logically and quickly, and keeping them under wraps allows him not to be a burden to the others. He still speaks quite a bit, and can be quite passionate once his stoic nature is breeched by his emotions, but ultimately is a shield for the coven.

History:
Hathus Gundislavus was born in Toulouse, France - except it wasn't known as France at the time, but the land of Gaul. Here was the soon to be capital of the Visigothic Kingdom, to which Hathus was a subject. Now, Hathus' lineage is a little messed up: some say that he is the illegitimate son of Altheaf, while others say that his father was a warlord. Nevertheless, Hathus was bred from day one to be a fighter. His childhood was a little hazy as well, so bear with its vague description. Basically Hathus grew up fighting with the best of soldiers, becoming a swift spearman, and a horror with the war axe. The Visigoths were in a rapid rate of increase, only years after they had sacked the great city of Rome. However, that didn't mean the Romans were all out of options: they kept fighting as the Visigothic Kingdom was formed and expanded.

Fighting wars didn't allow him much time to pick a bride, so when he became 19 years old (which was freaking old for a Visigoth) Hathus married his childhood sweetheart, Adosinda. However, he would only see her lovely, fierce face a few times after their 'wedding' before disaster struck. While out on a raid, his party came across the Ostrogoths, the opposites of the Visigoths. Outnumbered, they were all destroyed but Hathus, whom they saw as a great slave opportunity. After he killed 3 of them, he was knocked out and dragged all the way out east, to which he was traded off to the Huns. He worked as a slave for only 2 years, however, before a couple Oriental gentlemen came by, eyeing him curiously as if they had never seen a caucasian before. When Hathus failed to escape again, and was beaten severely, the Oriental men intervened by killing the prosecutor, and then changing Hathus. They saw him as a useful tool and vampire, one that was different enough to give them an edge back home - besides, watching a poor Caucasian die wasn't on their list of things to watch.

So began Hathus' journey with an Oriental Coven known simply in English as the Blood Dragons, who wandered constantly between their homeland of modern day China. At first, he did most of the dirty work and hard labor, but Hathus soon began to realize that vampires lived in a luxury that he never could have imagined. No breathing, no food to consume, no water: the ultimate fighting machine. Besides, the heavy labor was not even heavy anymore as Hathus began to understand his vampirism. Now, it was during his time with the Blood Dragons that he learned of the Forbearers and the Fallen, to which they were the Forbearers. They were, in essence, pasifists that refused to kill many things unless they were threatened. It was during his 3 years with these men that they gave him back a sense of purpose, and instilled in Hathus an identity and a code of honor to which he mostly follows to this day. However, after 5 years of being away from home, he requested that he be allowed to return home for a visit, and see if Adosinda was alright. They advised the headstrong vampire against the notion, but they weren't going to restrict him - however, he was told that he may not be allowed back into the Blood Dragons. After all, a new Procurer might steal his spot. It mattered not to the young lad, and he raced off home.

It only took him 3 months to get back to France with his super speed, but he did drink one poor chap to near death after the one running stint. When he finally arrived in the land of Gaul, he arrived to a bittersweet realization, one he should have seen coming: Adosinda was remarried, and pregnant with what appeared to be her second child, seeing as how a kid of roughly 6 summers ran around her feet as she walked. He turned to leave, only to be faced with one that recognized him and shakily said his name in confusion and wonder. However, Hathus simply steeled his face with a look of confusion, and responded in Gothic a sentense that ended his life.

"No. I am Garth, the Drifter."

After that day, he only went back to Toulouse when it became a Frankish nation. Since then, he drifted from nation to nation for a bit, before heading back to the Blood Dragons. Before he truly left them after a couple hundred years - there was speculation of a coupe - Garth earned multiple weapons, fighting styles, and morals fit for any future protector. Sure, leaving them meant that he would have no purpose until he found a new one, but he was willing to take the risk: after all, he needed a purpose that would fulfill his own path, and a future of his own. To put it bluntly, it was a huge mistake.

Garth wandered without a purpose for years, his honor crushed with his lack of motive, his lack of motive destroying his hopes of a future. Until one fateful day, anyway. He was in Spain, and Garth was still very much a fledgling at only 400ish years of age: he spoke only a few selective languages, most of them broken just like his pride. However, he came across another vampire, one that gave off a freakishly powerful and intoxicating aura: Garth didn't know who she was, only that he was drawn to her strength and power. Thing was, she found out about him first, and ambushed him, a hungry look in her eyes. Garth hadn't any idea what was going on, honestly: it all started with them talking together, but before he knew it he was in bed with said vampire, to whom he found out was named Aphrodite. As in Aphrodite the Plague. Thing was, he wasn't worried about it at all for some weird reason: she was simply a beautiful vampire.

Their relationship continued not for very long, however, as it became clear to Garth that Aphrodite had only one purpose: to make him Fall. Drain a human instead of leaving them alive. Garth was instantly put on the defensive, but Aphrodite was highly convincing in her methods: let's just say that Garth's superhuman abilities were put to the test constantly during their short stint. However, regardless of how much sex and power Aphrodite could offer such a simple man, his morals ended up winning out constantly and he refused many of her advances to Fall. Thing was, he was falling, but not in the same way she wanted: her controlling personality was something he somewhat craved as a fledgling, and only one as powerful as Aphrodite could give him such a feeling. Only one problem: just as he started to acknowledge that some forms of feelings were beginning to occur, the Plague disappeared without a trace. Their 'friends with benefits' style relationship barely lasted 3 months.

With another abandonment under his belt, Garth only knew of one place to go: back to the House of the Blood Dragons. There, he felt the call of his purpose that he had left so long ago, and they welcomed Garth back into the Coven for another 3 hundred years, until the Coven was disbanded when half of the Coven Fell. It was a sad day for Garth, who personally - and somehow - killed the Coven Leader, who had taught him everything about fighting. The other half were of the younger Coven members who had just truly started, which caused Garth to become the protector to another vampire. And, to be honest, Garth grew more discontent with the new Blood dragons as each decade passed: they were nothing like his old coven. They were rude, arrogant, and selfish. So he decided to go on another trip of loneliness once again, maybe finding a new purpose while he traveled. As luck would have it, he would.

On his 777th year, as luck would have it, Garth found his new purpose in the form of a woman. It all started while visiting the lovely country of Italy, seeing it for the first time and remembering every tale the elders had told him about how the proud city of Rome was ransacked by their simple people. While in Sicily, however, Garth came across a strange, savage lady living in the forests of the island. Instantly, Garth was reminded of his childhood past, of his barbaric nature and his own upbringing. Not only that, but she was so... mysterious. So for two months he shadowed her movements: using the word 'stalking' sounded inappropriate. Thing was, he was unsure of what his true intentions were: would he befriend such a maiden and bed her? Or.. would he do that? Garth took two months while he shadowed her to make his decision, mostly because he was hesitant about changing a human: after all, he had never had a progeny before, nor any experience with newborns or the changing process.

On the 21st of December, he made his choice: if she was to live in solitude, then Garth and her would live in solitude together. She was getting ready to eat when he purposely messed up to get her out of her house, and then was on her within seconds, pinning her to the ground. He was hesitant for a bit, then realized she was conscious and acted quickly before she could make too much fuss by biting her. In his ignorance, he shouldn't have drained her - it wouldn't have been as painful. So when he realized that the route he took would possibly be the most painful, he refused to leave her as she changed and watched as her body died a horrible death, and painfully be reborn. The first thing she did as a vampire? Reject him, and throw a knife into his head.

Yeah, Garth was mortified that she rejected him so quickly: he hadn't realized how much responsibility was needed, nor how problematic the change could be. However, his face was always stoic, never showing emotion as he restrained her once again, finally able to explain to her who he was: not his true name, mind you. Anyway, he took her back to his new Coven, realizing that in her weakness protecting her alone would be extremely difficult: it was bad enough that for the first month, she refused to eat. After that month, however, Garth became fed up and his protective nature kicked in, to which he forced her to listen to a speech: “My dear. It has been a whole month. You will not feed nor speak. I do not even know your name. I feel as though you should feel some sort of gratitude towards me. It would have only been a matter of years before you would have died of sickness. I gave you another chance at life. You can do whatever you were unable to before. Become a scholar or a musician or whatever your heart desires. I ask only that you swear unto me that you will not Fall and that you will accompany me across the centuries. As a friend. You are my first progeny - I do not wish such an event to be soured. I encourage you to take advantage of your forever years. Please. I know you crave blood. If you do not drink you will grow weaker and more vulnerable to Hunters.” Finally, she drank, told Garth her sweet name of Angilluza and her past, and promised to find her attackers if that was what she wished. Finally, trust was accomplished and Garth felt what he had heard Maker's always felt with their progenies.

However, after a year with the reformed Blood Dragons, Garth dragged his little huntress out of the wretched coven after their teasing and cruelty towards her refused to cease: he set an example out of the enforcer to prove that nobody should follow. Not long after, Garth and Angel met an interesting vampire of equal age - if not more - named Delilah. At first, she expressed interest in Garth joining her newly forming Coven, but after seeing Angel instantly took back her interest. Being Garth, he hadn't a clue why she would act such a way, but Garth and Angel moved onto another Coven: sadly enough, they were overrun by a massive force of vampire hunters with Garth barely escaping with Angel with their life. Garth would have been able to take them on if he had been alone, but Angel was still inexperienced. It was then that Garth and Angel were welcomed by Delilah once again to join her Coven; though she didn't seem to expect Garth's eagerness to become her protector. And so began his life with the House of Sleeping Dragons.

Noticing that Angel was seemingly bored, he encouraged her to experience life to it's fullest extent: sure, he wished simply to protect and survive, but that didn't mean that his life was for everyone. Once she expressed her wish to become an Enforcer, she left for a while to master martial arts - to which they still spar each other constantly, training whenever Angel wishes. Garth, on the other hand, learned of Delilah's hatred for Aphrodite and shared her feelings against the Fallen. So Garth protects, still unto this day, keeping his sword and axe at bay only for now. But a hunt has started, one that Garth is only too eager to join. Well, at least that is what he wants to say. Instead, he regrettably left Delilah's coven after her.. well, as Angel put it 'her antics' nearly drove him up a wall.

Anything Else:

Skills:
Weapon Warfare - Given a weapon of almost any style in the melee fashion, and Garth can kill you with it. Being raised with multiple ethnic groups over the years has caused him to learn many different fighting styles with not only swords, axes and spears but also his fists, and nation unique weapons.
Linguist - Again, raised with enough ethnicities and living long enough has given Garth the ability to speak many different languages. However, many of them are also extinct.
Sports - A newer hobby of Garth's, he has taken a liking to playing and learning sports. So yes, he may accidentally start raging at the TV if FC Barcelona loses to Real Madrid.

Weaknesses -
His Coven - As a Protector, it is his duty to protect the Leader and, to a lesser extent, the Coven. So he may do a few rash actions to make sure everybody lives.
His Progeny Angel was created by Garth, and therefore dear to his heart. So he makes sure that Angel stays alive, but since she is still sort of a fledgling to him, and sort of targeted, she is a weakness of his
Ranged Combat - If it fires something small a long distance away, Garth hates it and refuses to learn how to use it. Don't give him a gun.
Technology - Want the easiest way to kill Garth? Stick him in a room ready to blow, saying that to escape he must access a certain site. Garth will sit there on Google for hours, confused as to what in the hell he is supposed to be doing, and then destroying the room in the process.

So begins...

Garth's Story

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To one that wasn't familiar with the house of a certain Coven, they might find it odd that a man was almost always on the roof. One would think he was similar to a rooster in his constant watchings over the house, but they would be wrong: for a rooster sleeps and awakens early to crow, while the man on the roof was never asleep. He was always doing something, always awake, always keeping an eye on those he considered his family; his Coven.

The man, who called himself by the name of Garth, was currently performing tai chi on the roof's peak. While to a mortal this would seem perilous and suicidal, a vampire such as himself balanced with little to no difficulty. What made him different, however, was that Garth held aloft a novel on his head, while another was in his hand open. Such novels were different than most in the world: thick bound, they were hand written; a journal of events by his progeny, his little huntress. The only reason such a man would be reading while performing life-threatening stunts was simple: Garth had to read constantly to make sure he would finish on time. Sadly, the ancient vampire was not the best at reading in general, so he hoped to improve his ability to read: he liked to be efficient and save time, not take forever. At least it was in Italian, and not in the dreaded English Language: sure, English is rooted from his native tongue, but it's rules and exceptions boggled the mind of such a straightforward, simplistic gentleman as himself.

His leather jacket yelped in protest as his changed positions after holding the previous one for 2 minutes. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his little huntress silently approach the house, a smile threatening to plant itself on his face; after all, he was reading of her life. Odd that Garth would bother to read anything as it went against his normal creed of 'Actions are the words of the body', but there were a few reasons: mostly because he was curious in the fact that Angel would actually write it all down, and slightly because she asked if he would. Garth had always relied simply on his memory - which was near picture perfect - but Angel decided to actually document. It was interesting, to say the least.

He then made a mental note that Angel had come home, which now meant that Evelyn, Angel and the pet Preston were currently in the house. Garth was uncertain of Isaac's whereabouts, and Delilah was out for the night: something Garth wasn't too happy about. Since going on this little hunt of theirs, Garth was constantly expressing concern for Delilah's safety to ensure that the Coven's leader didn't perish. If she kept going out clubbing and was attacked, how was he to protect her if she was constantly telling him not to be her escort? Garth gave a slight sigh on the thought, his eyes turning back to the pages after staring at the night sky: she could be childish and bitchy, but Garth would protect Delilah wholeheartedly. He just wished that these nagging emotions would stop pestering him when either Angel or Delilah were near him. Garth gave a slight chuckle at the thought: Delilah would... flirt (blast this language and its odd terms) with him if Angel had done something irk her, and Garth realized that most of it went over his head. How was he supposed to understand the emotions of women if he was the type to never show any?

Nevertheless, he was nearly done the second journal that he had chosen as a piano echoed through the air. While he did not recognize the piece - music wasn't his forte (puns!) - he recognized the pianist as none other than his little huntress. He couldn't resist a small smile as it creeped in, his eyes losing focus on the pages again. He had told her to become whatever she wanted, and she was shaping marvelously into a beautiful and gifted child. Sure, Garth may not appreciate the skills as something to put into his own arsenal, but who was he to disallow his progeny to explore the arts of the world? Garth knew his place as a simple protector and did not need any skills but to protect, but he knew that Angel yearned for something more, and he was more than happy to allow her the freedom to discover it.

Realizing he had a few words left, Garth promptly finished the second journal and closed it soundly. Happy to have finished, and curious as to the next volumes, Garth silently scuttled down the wall of the house to the door. Entering, he noticed that the only thing he could hear was the piano continuously playing, to which he kept the beat with every step of the stairs until he found himself in his little huntress' room. Silently he stood in the doorway, awaiting for a break in the song - or the ending if there was none - to give a slight interruption: now, while Angel almost always spoke in Italian, Garth found it difficult to do so constantly. As stated earlier, his native tongue was a dead language, with its roots creating German and English (with a little French as well). So to Garth, while he did understand Italian, he only spoke in broken sentences. So he would either stick to German, or English - which was what he did now.

"Allucinante, la mia piccola cacciatrice. You play it well." He spoke in his stoic, low voice. "I only interrupt to return these diario of yours." Garth spoke slowly and simply, using Italian where his words failed him (Garth was still unsure of Angel's ability to speak a language he was more comfortable with, so he adjusted for her).

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#, as written by Vix
“Hmn?” Angel's fingers slowly came to a halt, causing the song to fade out in a gentle way as the corners of her lips twitched ever so lightly, cautiously curling into a soft smile as she turned around to face her Maker. “Nunc eu legi.” Her voice was gentle as she stood and approached him, her fingers brushing against his as she curled them against the worn spine of her journal. The house was silent save for their own words, having recently found themselves bare of roommates. Their previous Coven Leader was nearly two-thousand years old, but her daily behavior mirrored that of a twenty year old frat boy during Greek Week.

Delilah took those who were willing to go with her, which left Garth and his progeny Angiluzza. Oh - And the irritating human girl, Alexandra. She panted after Garth on a daily basis even though she was constantly reminded that their relationship was a figment of her imagination. Luckily, the girl was gone for the night. “I think perhaps it would be nice to leave here soon. I admit that I do miss the mountains of Montana; I haven't been to my home there in many years.” Even as she switched from Latin to English, her Italian accent was still thick. She moved away from him, her Vamp speed bringing her to a halt in front of her bookshelf where she slid her journals back in place. She slowly moved towards the candy wall, running her fingers over the jars as she bit down on her lip with indecision.

“But, we should think about it over a quick bite.” She felt a sudden, unexpected wave of hunger. Considering that they were currently living in Chicago, it was going to be hard for her to hunt (as usual) because she was quite picky. She hated drugs and cheap alcohol in her blood. Though, she was sure she could find one of those Vegan bars. Settling with the idea of heading out for the night, she removed her shirt and tossed it into the hamper with perfect accuracy. She flitted her bathroom, literally finished with her shower in less than a single minute; She reappeared before her Maker, dressed to kill. Her ruby lips curved into a teasing smirk as she playfully thumped his nose. “Try not to scare people off this time. Or attract any other obsessive young women; If we're lucky we won't run into Alexandra.”

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Garth watched as Angiluzza made her way to him and softly picked the journals from his hands, her fingers brushing against his as she did. Garth had to admit, her soft hands did comfort him as she took the books away while speaking in her distinct, but still lovely, accent. Her suggestion was pretty straight forward: move to Montana to see some mountains. Sure, there were probably a few other reasons why she wanted to leave, but Garth wasn't one to read into situations. He didn't need a complicated reason to move on, just a trusted source: and his little huntress was a trusted source indeed.

If Garth was honest, however, he was glad she suggested moving away. Ever since he made the decision to leave Delilah's coven - which he still had lingering uncertainty about, since it was like abandoning his post - the house had been practically empty. Well, save for the two vampires currently in the room, and that one human, who was becoming slightly a nuisance. Garth could barely remember her name, and yet she tripped over him like he was a sacred man. Sure, Garth sort of enjoyed being doted on like so, but he felt basically nothing towards the love-struck human.

Garth returned Angel as she walked along her candy wall before biting her lip slightly and speaking about grabbing some lunch. To be truthful, Garth hadn't really thought about eating for a while, since he was pretty sure he had filled up not too long ago. However, he was not one to turn down the idea of a hunt, as Angel threw off her shirt and came back out in a sultry outfit, a temptress of the night: lurking in the back of his mind, however, Garth always knew that there was another temptress that would easily beat out his little Angel, but he dismissed that thought.

Angel then gave him a thump on the nose, commenting on his constant issue of scaring away quite a number of people, or just the opposite: collecting people who were drawn in by his stoicism. Garth raised an eyebrow, eyeing up his progeny before giving a slight smirk of his own (which were rare unto themself). "And you, my dear, should try to avoid having men drool and fall to their knees to beg." Unlike Angel, who was dressed to knock out a man in seconds, Garth was dressed in his casual fashion of a biker outfit: something about tanned cow hide just felt right to him.

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A laugh escaped her as she adjusted her thick braid before grasping his hand, tugging him along with her as she moved through the house. “Let them do so; At least they aren't following me home. The trick? Crush their inflated egos and leave them to wallow in their newly sprouted depression.” Her words were nonchalant though the actions she spoke of might seem cruel. She loosened up her grip on his hand before releasing it and sliding into the driver's seat of a gloss black '97 Mustang. As soon as Garth closed his door, she slammed on the gas and tore off into the night.

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Angel found herself feigning interest as a man attempted to woo her with an Italian accent about as fake as his hairpiece and an expression about as dead as her heartbeat. She could tell that he was forcing his charisma as much as she was forcing hers. She could see a couple that had been staring at her for what seemed like hours, though in truth had only been a few minutes. Still, it bothered her. She literally put her hand in the man's face and pushed him away as she stood up, ready to move onto another place. She weaves through the crowd, highly aware of the couple following her movements as they themselves moved against the walls.

“Dobbiamo andare. Ora. Quella coppia laggiù sembra familiare e hanno mi stato a guardare per venti minuti. Ho un brutto presentimento...” Her voice was urgent, whispering into his ear over the loud club music. She had shoved away the hooker who had been grinding on him, earning a glare to which she gave her own death glare that sent a shiver down the woman's spine and had her scurrying away from the Italian Vampire. Angel was persistent, grabbing hold of her Maker's hand as the couple closed in on them.

Angiluzza recognized him but for the life of her couldn't remember well enough. Little did she know, their dearest Isaac had picked up the daughter of a pair of Vampire Hunters. They had recently been tracking them and Delilah knew this well enough; Hence her moving five states away rather than staying for Chicago's notorious Greek Week. Ramone and Alice Valentine were not exactly happy campers when they had dug around and found that their daughter was fawning over a Vampire. Their green eyes were focused on the two, both of them armed with plenty of holy water and knives.

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Garth was tugged by Angel towards the door, a playful sigh escaping his lips as she laughed: he wouldn't entirely be getting out of this, but he knew that he really didn't want to anyway. Her comment could have been perceived as cruel, but Garth made no note of thinking that way; after all, it was an effective method to get rid of obsessed humans, even if it was a little darker than necessary. Paying no mind, Garth opened his door as Angel was already getting in, and closed his door a little after hers which caused her to accelerate rapidly: the whole sequence was fluid, like it had happened many times before.



Garth had just planned on lounging in a chair all night while women tried their best to attract his attention while he watched the crowds for Angel: it was worked best for him, anyway. However, tonight many of the chairs had already been taken, so he was forced to stand at the back wall as women approached him. For some reason, women liked the stoic, strong attitude he gave off. Regardless, he paid not much attention to the scantily clad lady that had been 'grinding' - the term was slightly foreign to him, as he would have described it as 'sex with clothes on'. However, he would need said woman for later, since she would probably be his best bet for feeding.

He was interrupted, however, by none other than Angiluzza, who promptly shoved away the hooker lady, gave her a death glare after receiving one, and spoke quickly about a couple that had been staring at her for a while. While some would have brushed it off as just a coincidence, or been slightly more cautious, Garth wasn't the kind of man to take warnings lightly: too many times he had failed due to brushing away gut feelings. Finding the couple, Garth narrowed his vision to see only them, before nodding sternly and taking her hand before muttering just over the music. "Zeit zu- Time to go." Instinctively - and accidentally - switching to German, Garth maneuvered the people to the nearest exit like he had planned an escape route perfectly for that exact time; he even added some counter measures of bobbing through the people to mingle with them, without cutting down on the speed of their getaway. Truly, this was Garth's forte: protecting those he cared for.

Garth only checked for the couple when he had reached the exit with Angel, noticing that they were slightly confused as to their location. However, Garth turned to Angel to release her hand, only to speak his concern. "I am torn between escaping and disappearing, or confrontation." Garth voiced his indecisive instincts due to the fact that he couldn't decide on an action: after all, he was one to act on instinct and experience, while many cases required logical reasoning and future thought. While his previous Leader hadn't entirely been helpful, Angel was his progeny, one he encouraged to explore and learn the world. If he trusted anyone with logical reasoning and future outcomes, it was her.

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Angiluzza shuddered as he pulled her through the club, forcing her to rub against several people who seemed to all be grabbing at her. She felt like vomiting until she was tugged out into an empty alley. The scent was still disgusting, but the air was fresh. No. She didn't have any need to breathe at all, but she seemed to do it out of reflex after so many centuries.

Even still, her mind quickly went to work as Garth questioned their actions. Considering that the couple hadn't figured out that the Vampires had already escaped out the back, Angel concluded that they weren't exactly the best at their little...thing. “I remember them!”, she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

A feral growl rumbled in her chest as she moved back some. “Alexandra has pictures of them on her phone and in her diary.” She let Garth put the pieces together as her Vampire speed carried her to the roof of the building next door, her dress silently protesting as she crouched in wait for her prey to emerge.

The couple inside grunted unhappily as the two demons weaved through the crowd gracefully and expertly only to eventually elude them. But they would not give up; These bastards had their daughter! They continued to scan the crowd until they saw an exit in the far back, immediately placing their hands on the spray bottles of Holy Water as they moved methodically to the back of the club, being as discreet as possible.

Angel was correct in her assumption that they weren't the best at their jobs; They had originally been pulled into it by friends who had their own children snagged by Vampires. The Valentines thought it was madness, but figured it was their friends' way of coping and went ahead to satisfy them by playing along until their own daughter was taken. They had trained, but...well. Comparing them to real Hunters was like comparing a rent-a-cop to a S.W.A.T. team operative. They bust through the back door and immediately began spraying blindly.

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“She'll probably spend the rest of her life tracking you down.” Angel snickered from her post next to him as she watched Alexandra's parents bumble around. “But we could knock her out and leave her in their car.” She honestly didn't like the idea of releasing humans; She was old fashioned in her beliefs concerning Pets and Slaves within Covens. The only way out was death simply because it kept the obsessed ones from stalking and the upset ones from contracting Hunters.

It also saved Vampires from having to sit down the humans and explain why they were getting rid of them while listing all the consequences of blabbing and then there was the whole tiring chore of listening to their irritating tears or angry screaming if they wanted to stay. It was all just so annoying. It was much easier and safer to just snap their necks and leave them somewhere so they'd at least get a proper burial and their family would get some closure. And they wouldn't end up in an asylum while they tries to convince everyone they had been living as minibars and sex toys for creatures of the night.

She glanced to Garth, encouraging him to really think about his choice, a frown painted on her lips. As if reading his mind, she whispered angrily. “Where there is one Hunter there are more. You know they never travel alone or in small groups; Just because they are failures does not mean that those traveling with them are. It could be possible that this assignment is a test or initiation for them as much as it is a personal thing. The only things that we know? They are Alexandra's parents and they may or may not know she is here and with Vampires. And they obviously fail at being Hunters.” She sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

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Garth gave an iritated sigh at the truth in Angel's statements. He couldn't deny that Alexandra would never stop looking for him, and that his plan had many flaws. The only reason he had come up with his plan, after all, was that killing innocents simply wasn't what he did: bloodshed and violence were perfectly fine and enjoyed by the man, but killing random people wasn't. However, he knew what Angel was getting at: in the unwritten codes, drafted before his time, were simple guidlines to deal with humans. One of them was simple; releasing humans was more effort than it should be.

Garth gave a sideways glance at Angel, seeing her frown and hearing her angered whisper about the facts he already knew. Irony had to have it that it was his progeny trying to lecture him about the codes he taught her years ago. A sad sigh escaped his lips: how they grew up so fast. It felt like yesterday that he had watched her blossom from the wild creature that she was into a semi sophisticated young lady, into the woman that stood near him now.

Nevertheless, Garth was still staring down at Alexandra's parents, his eyes emotionless. He truthfully felt nothing but pity towards the two humans who were struggling to understand how the world seemed to work. After feeling her hand on his shoulder, a sigh escaped his lips as well, rotating himself to look at his little huntress directly. "I agree that killing them would be the easiest method of escapism - it may even deter Alexandra from being so transfixed with me." He used that word with a tone of annoyance, as he truly felt so - but Garth wasn't finished.

"But there is where things could go wrong: Alexandra finds her parents dead, and either comes after us as a Hunter, or leaves us for good. I do not really know her well enough to understand where she would go." His eyes narrowed, a new thought popping into his head. "Perhaps, instead of her parents, ridding ourselves of Alexandra would remove this new thorn." Killing Alexandra in an accident would either cause her parents to realize their stupidity, or contact actual Hunters. "I'm against killing all three, but what must be done, shall be done." A somber tone trickled its way into his voice without his knowledge: truly Garth was an interesting fellow. One that contained his own emotions, yet would do anything to protect those he cared for: even if it meant going against his morality.

Ultimately he left the answer to Angel, the tactician of the two: and whatever decision she made, he would execute flawlessly. After all, he did see her as his leader in a way: Garth was a Protector, and a Protector needed a Leader, even if it was figuratively speaking.

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Angel's bright eyes connected with her Maker's as his head rotated towards her, highly aware of his feelings towards killing innocent humans. She didn't quite hold such morals, having let them go some centuries ago. One might say she was selfish or spoiled, but the only people she gave two fucks about were her Maker and herself. Everyone else was disposable and replaceable until proven otherwise; So far, nobody had. Except her "brother", whom she had recently found herself missing once more.

Shaking her head, she began to mull over the options, parting her lips to say that she would just kill the three of them, but glanced at her Maker's face once more. A sigh escaped her as her hand slid down from his shoulder and fell to the concrete roof. “I will find her car and catch a ride home with her and swerve her into lake. Kill a deer and make it look like an accident.” Guilt washed over her as she continued to look her Maker in the eye, unable to bring herself to ask him to kill the girl. She knew he felt nothing but annoyance for her, but she would not ask him to take an innocent life even for their own safety and sanity.

“Ci vediamo a casa, essere cauti, il mio Protettore.”

She pressed her lips gently against his forehead and was gone in a blur, leaving behind only a fleeting, cool breeze. She immediately locked onto the scent of the most irritating human she had ever met and found her soon enough, easily catching the car as it sped down a dirt road. It was of no great feat that she simply got into the moving vehicle through a rolled down window, sitting in the passenger seat.

Alexandra jumped in fright, slamming on the brakes, hydroplaning and swerving, going off the road and right down the side of the road and into a thick tree. Alexandra's head slammed down against the steering wheel and snapped back quickly, effectively killing her. Angel had long since removed herself from the car, having jumped back through the window as soon as the human careened off of the road. “Questo è stato più facile di quanto ho pensato che sarebbe stato.”

She muttered to herself as she flitted to the car, reaching in to check the girl's pulse, finding that it was slowly fading. As soon as it stopped, she removed her hand and was gone. She held no regret for her actions, though the pleasure she felt was strange to her. It was the same pleasure she felt when she imagined killing Delilah; The reason behind it was foreign to her. She did recognize that related feelings cropped up here and there stemmed from the strange feeling that she felt around Garth most times.

As she pondered the feelings and why they were there, she made her way home. Now, most people liked to be doing something when they were in deep thought and trying to solve a problem. Not Angel. She perched herself on the kitchen counter, not bothering to remove her rather burnt and ripped dress or desecrated heels as her face assumed its natural appearance; She looked like an abused, innocent, life-sized doll as she canted her head and stared into nothing.

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Garth listened to the silence between them, waiting for the verdict of his little hunter as he watched her. He felt as if he already knew the answer - she wished to kill all three, it was evident - but then a curious sigh escaped her lips, and she told him to kill a deer to make Alexandra's now planned accident look exactly as such. As much as his stoic face kept him silent, his eyes could not hide the surprise in her decision. Not only were they not going to kill the parents, but she decided to kill Alexandra herself - why? Garth couldn't find an answer in her eyes, but could see something wash over her body, a somber attitude of the sorts. Perhaps guilt? Garth couldn't tell, nor could he understand.

It wasn't until her soft voice spoke again, and the feeling of soft lips against his forehead that he had truly gotten himself confused: especially since she disappeared so quickly afterwards. Watching her leave in a blur, Garth never moved. Perhaps it was that her touch left him motionless, perhaps it was simply the entire events. He truthfully didn't understand totally what he was feeling, but it didn't matter: after all, being emotional was weakness, and Garth couldn't afford it. Whatever was going on in his head and heart could always wait for the days that he was sitting in silence with Angel. Right now, he needed to track down a deer. He gave one last glance at the parents of the girl that had been giving him headaches, and gave a sigh. They had no idea what was in store, and for their safety, Garth hoped they gave up their silly chase. If they didn't, he wouldn't hesitate to turn his ax into a paintbrush to paint the walls red.

As if they felt like they were being watched, the couple stopped their needless spraying and looked around. When they finally cast their eyes upwards, all they could see was the sky.

Garth caught the scent of the deer quickly, and ripped through the forest with only the wind as his witness. Garth instantly punched the deer with his open palm to kill it by sheer force. See, Garth knew that to make it look like an accident, he would have to make the deer look like it got hit by a car. A vampire's punch could be considered as powerful as a speeding car, so it worked well. With the mostly dead dear slung over him - like he had done so many times before as a child - Garth raced off towards the scent of Alexandra. When he arrived at the crash site, Garth was surprised to see that Alexandra had simply crashed into the tree, as if she had been spooked.

Shocked at either the luck of the draw or Angel's flawless execution, Garth tore a bit of the deer carcass along the hood of the car to get a bit of blood on it, before throwing the deer onto the road. Thankfully, nobody had shown up yet, but he could see headlights in the distance, which was his key to head out. A distance away, Garth stared back at the scene, and gave a little mutter: "And so the body returns to the dirt once more. Sleep well." Odd for a seasoned killer, but Garth did grow up with the concept of Buddhism. While he didn't follow it very often, he still gave a word for the deceased, no matter how much he disliked them.

By the time Garth made it back to the house, he could tell that his little huntress had already gotten home. After all, where else would she go but home after such an event? He pushed the door open quietly and entered, hearing the bliss of silence as he peered into the kitchen to see Angel perched on the counter, staring into the abyss. Garth knew that she got like this when thinking, and normally didn't want to disturb her. However, he also noticed the state of her clothing, and instinctively entered without a sound. Taking only a few steps to reach her, Garth gingerly removed Angel's ruined heals, placing them on the ground. Still without words, Garth removed his jacket to place on her back before sliding beside her on the counter, staring forward as she had done when he entered.

However, it was he who broke the silence with one line in a deep, low voice, silky and yet course. "Grazie di cuore." He said no more, as he knew Angel would understand his meaning. He wasn't just thanking her for taking his job, but for choosing the path she did. Heck, Garth even felt that there was a little bit of sincere thanks that leaked in for her just still being there, but he wouldn't admit that.

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Garth gave a genuine smile as Angel reminisced -hard to come by any movement of the face that wasn't speech with Garth. Still, he had to admit that she was correct: it had been many years since they ran together, and the peacefulness of the entire situation was a much needed break for the man. Many never truly realized the bottled-up stress and paranoia the man went through, which could be best seen through his inability to sleep. If he had to recount, Angel was only one of the few that understood how his protective nature ran so deep that it disallowed him to sleep.

Moving past that, Garth noticed Angel lowering her head in thought, his eyes softly watching as a soft shudder racked her body before a smile came to her lips. Garth looked down to see the little devil foxes roaming around her feet. While he was a man of nature and canines, he didn't entirely trust those little misfits: after all, when an animal started chewing on his foot and scratching it, he was more likely to launch it than cuddle with it. Nevertheless, his little huntress posed a question that Garth expected, and he met her eyes once again.

"Prima che poi. The accident may not rid them of the 'hunt'." Garth still wasn't sure if he could call what they were doing a hunt, but it was the only word he could think of that made sense. After the pause, Garth spoke again. "We will pick up the human on the way: if those two are serious about being hunters, then taking a human from the area will get them suspicious again." Garth paused again, before turning and looking Angel in her soft eyes. A small smile crept onto his lips again, and he brought his right hand up to her chin before speaking and lowering his hand. "Quando si è pronti, si parte."

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Garth chuckled before the emotion fell from his face as Angel ran off to pack: though he was unsure how she was going to get all of her stuff in any of the vehicles. It was a pretty well known fact that she was quite the hoarder, which contrasted highly with Garth. Unlike his little huntress, the goth carried very little with him, as he was used to constant travel. When he made his way into his own room, it looked like it was ready to pack up and leave within a moment's notice. All of his clothes were folded and easily stored, and the only things that were on his walls were a few keepsakes that he still had, and the weapon rack. What were the keepsakes, you ask? Most were trivial things from his history, such as the robe and pendent from the Crimson Dragon coven and the staff fashioned for him when he left. There are a few things that are extremely sentimental to him like his first waraxe, first katana. However, there are a few items that he keeps that aren't necessarily out in the open, such as the dagger Angel threw into his forehead, the stopwatch that stopped working when he turned his fallen progeny, or his wedding ring from his first life which he still wears, even if he doesn't know why anymore.

Within no time at all, Garth's room was stripped down to its roots, and he was ready to get the heck out. Unlike his room, however, Garth was no longer bare: his sword was sheathed in its scabbard on his back, his war axe on his hip. Garth made his way back into the kitchen, finding that Angel had been excited enough to flit through everything and was now leaning on the counter. Garth hadn't seen her this excited in years, and silently acknowledged her happiness with a smile of his own. They would be moving back to her house in Montana to... what, exactly? Garth was one that prefered silence and solitude to interaction, but their moving made him suddenly think about the future. Would he still be by the side of his little huntress, or would she move on without him eventually, seek out adventures of her own again? An unprecedented pit seemed to form in Garth's stomach, but he was unsure as to why it was there: perhaps it was the looming danger that was always around? Perhaps it was.

Shaking it off, Garth fully entered the kitchen at a moderate pace, still pondering small thoughts; after all, Garth only thought about protecting those he cared for, and how to survive. Thinking of other things was tedious and useless to his placement in life. Careful to use the hip that his axe wasn't on, Garth approached Vani and leaned on one shoulder to get a better look at her excitement before brushing away a stray hair from her face. "Beh, sei eccitato. Ready to leave?" A little smirk made it back to his face, before falling to his monotonous, original complexion. He looked down to see those foxes again before raising an eyebrow "Io lo prendo stanno cattura di un giro con noi?"

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"Old man, huh?" Garth raised an eyebrow as he exited the house. He had given a little laugh when she flitted away in such excitement, and barely realized she had taken all of his stuff out already when he reached his room. Seeing has how everything was being done for him, he had done a quick sweep of the house to ensure that everything had been removed and locked. When he finally made it outside, he had only gotten out the door when a large smile appeared from the buick, his little huntress looking more excited than he had seen her in years.

"Dov'era tutto questo entusiasmo prima?" Garth said as he opened the driver door and got in. He wasn't kidding when he was a little confused as to the excitement his little huntress was exuding, but he couldn't help but give her a smile back: her excitement was contagious. He wasn't even sure where it was coming from, but he was happy when she was. Starting the vehicle up, he noticed that she was shivering, and he wasn't sure from what. "Stai bene, la mia piccola cacciatrice? Stai tremando." Garth was concerned that she might be cold, but he could never tell with her.

"Questo sarà un lungo viaggio, dopo tutto." If one asked about how Garth felt about going to Montana, he was content with the decision. There wasn't many of his personal belongings there, however, as most of his true keepsakes were in his house in Toulousse. See, Garth purchased the deed to his old house a few hundred years ago, and built a villa on it a few years ago. When anybody ever asked him why that exact location, his answers were usually skeptical: he hadn't even told Angel why he bought that property. Thing was, Garth hadn't told his little huntress about a lot of things, like his original life or his thing with Aphrodite; he just didn't see the need, regardless of how much it knawed at him that he knew everything about her, yet she knew only of their time together. Perhaps he would tell her in Montana, perhaps not. Only time would tell.

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"Not at all." Garth's eyebrows had raised at her in questioning. The entire trip there she had been silent, and Garth could only assume that this question was perhaps a culmination of said musings. She even spoke in English to add to Garth's slight confused state, causing him to cock his head a little with an odd stare at his little huntress. She was sprawled on the bed after collapsing - he should have guessed she was tired after the long journey; she had even been leaning on him some in the elevator. Yet this question still caught him off guard slightly, Angel's curious eyes glancing over to him. Garth normally took everything at face value to keep things simple, but questions such as these made him wonder if there truly was a hidden message behind her statement.

"Tell me, my little huntress; what brought on such a question?" Garth decided to stick with English, as it was the language that began such a conversation. Garth moved away from the door as he spoke, finishing as he sat down on the same bed as she was collapsed on. He was only on the edge, his legs facing the door but his upper body twisted to look at her from above with concerned eyes. He didn't understand the nature of her question, but it did worry him: did she feel that he was tired of her, wanting to move on without her? Because if that was the case, perhaps it would be best if he did explain the life he once had before her: that would hopefully clear any doubt from her mind. Without another to protect, Garth felt useless, incomplete, and without purpose.

In other words, Garth felt death.

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Garth let out a small grunt at her comment about her cryptic life, as if the irony just simply wrote itself. He looked away as Angel sat up and folded her legs, before looking back at her. His eyes were distant in contrast to her seeming innocence, to which he gave a slight smile before running his hand through her hair to fix it. Afterwards, however, a sigh escaped his lips before he looked away once again to finally speak.

"If you were average, I wouldn't have turned you." He gave a pause, realizing how stupid that sounded, before continuing. "My little huntress, your way of life is exactly what a man like me needs: life turns bleak after many years of living. Besides, I've been the cryptic one, not you." Garth stared at the far wall, his eyes distant and sad before he looked back at her, his expression solemn.

"You never questioned the fact that I know you, and yet you only know half of me."

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Garth's face lay dormant as she took his hand into her own, the silky touch offset by his own roughness. Her grip tightened as she spoke, and her words comforted him only slightly. It was when Angel's thumb touched his face that his own free hand came up to grab hers. His eyes fell, before he turned away from his little huntress. Her words were reassuring, yes, but at the same time caused a great deal of guilt to rush through him. Garth wasn't sure if it was the fact that she said that he had saved her life, or if he owed her nothing, but it caused him to let go of her hand, and move to the other, which held his ring - he wasn't sure of the last time he really drew attention to it, let alone took it off, but it mattered not.

Garth grabbed the ring and turned it once, staring at it as he spoke. "Not true, my little huntress. You have kept me alive in more ways than you may realize, but the only way to explain..." He paused, spinning the ring once more before his tone dropped down to a loud whisper.

"First of all, my name is not Garth - my birth name... is Hathus Gundislavus of the Visogoths." His words were slow and paced, as if he had rehearsed them before he paused, as if unsure if he should continue. He looked up, his stoic face letting slip a bit of the pain through his eyes.

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Garth noticed that she turned to face him completely, which internally gave him a sense of gratitude, that she was actually willing to hear his entire story. He let his ring hand fall to his side, before he lay down on the bed beside where Angel sat: Garth wasn't entirely sure why, but it felt better than sitting up. Like recounting his experiences would cause him to fall or become uneasy: normally Garth would shoulder such burdens, but today he was in a mood for discussion.

"I grew up a warrior, fighting for the glory of the Goths. But a man cannot fight his whole life, so when I was the old age of 19, I married another." He reached his arm towards the ceiling, his ring catching what faint light there was as he stared at it. He could still remember that day, but it seemed like his memories were of an onlooker, watching a man named Hathus get married to the prettiest girl of the city, his tempered Ado. "Adosinda and I lived together, as any warrior and wife could be, but we barely lasted the year before I was captured and enslaved." He paused, the ring no longer holding its luster to him and he dropped his arm back down to his side before his head turned to face Angel, looking up at her.

"For two years I was forced to do the labour others, until the day of my changing at the hands of two gentlemen from the Blood Dragons: mind you, this was before their reformation, so they were not as disgusting as when I brought you to them." He paused, a small smile coming to his lips as he remembered all of the training, the bonding, the friendship. "Thing was, I knew I had to go back home, find Ado. But after 5 years..." Garth paused, a sigh escaping his lips. "She had given herself to another, and I returned to the Orient alone and as Garth."

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Garth noticed that she had flitted, and that his head was now slightly propped up in her lap: odd how the tables had turned, Garth had to muse. Angel then ran her hands through his hair and spoke of her inability to give advice at this time, only her ears; a kiss on the forehead later, she was using her fingers to tap his cheeks some. Without her knowledge, Garth internally smiled. She didn't need to have advice for him, her being there was simply enough.

"I wish I could say that was the end of my troubles, but I must confess it is not." He looked sideways some, averting his gaze as he spoke. "When I was roughly 400 years of age, I thought I would be able to make it on my own without a coven, so I left to explore: only to realize that being alone was the worst experience of my life." An involuntary shudder ran through his body as he turned his gaze back. "Without a purpose, I was useless, clinging onto my bleak existence: until I met her. An extravegant, beautiful vampire of power drew me in, one that I..." This time, he couldn't bare to look at Angel without feeling horrible. "Hindsight allows me to realize my stupidity, but at the time, I didn't care who I was with, just that it was with somebody. So I ended up in a relationship with Aphrodite."

Garth gave a pause involuntarily before continuing. "She left me without a trace when it became apparent that I would not Fall for her. So I was left alone again, and returned to the Coven; once again, broken and without purpose." He slowly looked back at Angel with a look of sadness tinting his face. "300 years later, I was forced to kill the Coven leader, as he had Fallen - and the Blood Dragons were reformed." A ragged sigh escaped his lips.

"There was no home left for me there, so I left without hope of life. Until I stumbled through a forest in Sicily."

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Garth looked up at Angel, unable to read any of her thoughts as he nodded slowly. It simply wasn't in his ability list to be able to read others - though he had easily felt her tense when he talked of Aphrodite. Why she would tense up at the name of her is understandable regardless, but he hadn't thought of Angel as being nervous of her. "Yes. I had someone to protect, I was given a new purpose. Life had a meaning again, exploring with my little huntress." He gave her a sweet smile, before continueing. "When I changed.. your brother..." She knew his meaning, and he didn't feel like speaking of him by name. "I began focusing on him a little, since you became capable yourself. Life just seemed to work."

A pause settled its way into the conversation accidentally, and Garth let it sink in for a bit. "After a while, you stopped relying on me for protection and began to explore, and he... well, Fell. So even though you were still there, I was losing my purpose to protect you, even though I knew I would never stop. I needed a Leader to protect, a sense of duty again just like back in my days in the Orient. The rest you know." Garth looked back up at her, barely bothering to decipher her emotions and just content on looking up at her. "I became the Protector of an Egyptian, you became an Enforcer, things went somewhat south and we left." Garth gave a sigh, and looked back into her eyes.

"Now you know my story: why I own a villa in Toulouse, why this ring is on my finger still. I cannot forget the past, but I hope not to be ruled by it."

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Garth's eyes widened in concern as she flitted away after her previous statement. Was she having nightmares? Was she sleeping alright? His head started to fall, only to be caught by her lap once again, to which she changed the subject to apologize for their lack of feeding. Garth, however, was having none of it mentally, easily recognizing the diversion. His eyes slowly closed as his tense body somewhat relaxed, and his monotonous voice spoke.

"You're changing the subject." He wasn't being condescending, witty or snarky; just realizing what she was doing. "Don't apologize - we are in a hotel, food is everywhere." His eyes were still closed as he spoke, the tension still leaving his body somewhat until he reached a stage between rigid and relaxed. Garth could never achieve true relaxation in any form, regardless of what he did or tried. Even meditation was often interrupted by his protective instincts.

Speaking of which, were kicking in right now. Garth finally opened his eyes to stare at his little huntress, the only emotion conveyed in his eyes concern. "Nightmares again?" Again, Garth left out all forms of tones that could change his words into something they weren't, and stuck with a more monotonous/concerned tone. It just worked a lot better for him when people knew exactly what he wanted. Granted, he rarely spoke with others that weren't Angel.

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Her laughter was a nice change of pace, and the slight jab at him brought back some of the happiness felt earlier that day to Garth. However, it was then that Angel asked a question Garth rarely ever thought about: what did the future hold for them? Humans had no concept of a near eternity as they did, so they were content with living their lives as fast and exciting as they could, having sex and doing drugs with no regrets. After all, that silly motto known as YOLO was derived from this century after all. Thing was, what was a vampire to do? Garth had lived for more than a millenia, watching the human race evolve while doing so with them. But he never really gave much thought to the future, as it rarely concerned him: the future held what was going to happen, not what was happening. You cannot protect yourself from the future, only the present.

Though her fact about there being more whores was probably an embellished realization, he couldn't ignore her point. Garth also noted that she spoke of 'people like us', which slightly confused him. Were they the 'us' or was that vampires in general? He didn't pry, just answered the question.

"We live; find our purpose for existing in this world. Once found, eternity doesn't seem so long." He mused, his eyes meeting hers. Garth suppressed a random dispatch of feelings that were directed at his heart and head, confused as to what he would be feeling at the moment. "The only difference between us and humans is our perception of time." Truly though, that was how Garth saw it. Garth had always seen vampirism as just elongated humanism, as both vampires and humans needed the same things: they felt the same when rejected, cringed at their past life and dread their future. Vampires simply had eons to do so.

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Garth looked intently at his little huntress, concern once again washing over him. Switching back to italian was different, but it got the point across: Angel was having doubts about herself and her purpose. Garth had felt like that once, and the thoughts nearly drove him to self destruction. Vampires were known to go made due to their eternal lifespan, something that Garth was always desperate to avoid. Even if he didn't go mad because of reality, he feared Falling and becoming another Aphrodite; a woman who cared for nobody but herself, sadistically enjoying one kill after another.

So in Angel's statement, his protective instinct was just getting warmed up as she frowned in what looked like thought. Garth knew that it was now his time to act, so he looked up at her with his concerned eyes once more, and spoke. "Be content, my little huntress. One's purpose is rarely found through search; if you have to look, it is already in front of you." Garth spoke only the truth as he had seen from his own experiences with uselessness. Once he started searching for his purpose, it lead him across the continent in anguish, hooked him up with Aphrodite only to be dropped months later, and returned back to where he started. It was only when he returned that Garth realized that he simply wanted to be back at his coven being a Protector, and his entire 'life search' had been in vain.

Thing was, Garth knew that if she asked to leave his presence to find her own purpose, he would be powerless to stop her own wishes, regardless of how it would be letting his own purpose walk right out the door.

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Garth slowly closed his eyes, letting out a sigh through his nose at her question. Garth had no straight answer for her, as much as that hurt him. How HAD he cope with the feeling of emptiness and uselessness? Even with Garth's sharp memory, those years of wandering were horrible and rarely delved upon, as all he felt was loneliness and despair in connection to such a time period. And yet Vani wanted to know how he was able to cope with it, which also brought another point to the table; she was feeling that same unfulfillment now as he did. Yes, he read through her words - rare for him to even attempt, as he just let people's words do the talking. Yet with Angel, Garth was slowly becoming able to read between the lines.

"In truth, I have no idea how I suppressed it." Garth opened his eyes to look at Angel with a slight sympathetic look, understanding her predicament. "Unlike you, I clung to whoever I could to survive through those years, regardless of who it was." He looked away from her for a bit to speak in a soft voice. "You are stronger than I if you have been able to cope for so long."

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Garth watched as her expression changed slowly, his hair still feeling her silky fingers run through it. He watched as she became distant, uncertain as to where her thoughts took her, until it was solidified into a frown. Now, while this sounded normal, Garth was looking up at her, and to him his little huntress was upside down. So as much as Garth knew he shouldn't say, he found her transitions to be quite amusing, giving a soft smile as she stared with such a frown. It was like she was trying to solve all of her problems this instant, when Garth knew that the chances of such success were always so slim. Then again, that is expected of problems of reality.

Regardless of his own trivial thoughts on the matter, Garth was trying to figure out a way to soothe his little huntress. So far, he had just driven her into a chasm of thought, confusion and indecision: all three characteristics of the man he never wanted to be. So Garth solidified his mind into one thought process, in the hopes of helping to find her answer.

"Do not rely on the mind to solve a problem of the body, little one." Garth reached up to her face and grasped her chin from below, tilting it towards himself before running his own hand through her hair. "The solution is to think with your instincts; it is how I have made every decision of my life, changing you being one of them." He gave a small smile before letting his arm fall. "I have yet to regret such decisions."

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Garth listened intently as she switched back to Italian, before setting her own head down beside him on the bed. For a bit, there was a silence between them, one that was comforting and peaceful, with a tint of confusion thrown in somewhere. Garth wasn't sure how he could be of assistance to Angel right now after her statement: she thought she had everything, yet she was feeling useless and without purpose. Garth could only imagine the whole that she felt, and his brain began to wrack itself at the sound of of a hiss being released from beside him. In truth, he could only remember feeling similar to her predicament at three different time periods. The first was when he was human, after finally marrying Adosinda yet feeling like there was something missing from his life.

The other two times were with two separate vampires: Aphrodite and Angel herself. With Aphrodite, the feelings only surfaced a week before she left, when he thought himself smitten with her. With Angel, Garth only remembered a flicker of said emotion when she left him to explore, fearing for her safety.

He turned his body on it's side, bringing himself closer to her and facing her completely, before he spoke in a soft voice. "I know not of a cure, my little huntress: but what I can offer, I will gladly give to see you happy."