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She saved him. On the roof that morning, the sun was barely peeking out. But the tears dripping from her eyes and running down his finger tips showed him more than God. Pure love glistened within that innocent depth. How they were still so innocent baffled him. Know the briefest knowledge he was granted he understood she had passion. It crackled under her skin but was held back in a restraint. His bones started to ache to feel her next to him, the wispy smoke curled off his bare skin. He looked at the sun with a fond look, knowing it gave him its blessing to find it in her hair and skin.

He smiled softly as he let her lead him off the roof and into the depth of the hotel. Her soft but firm hands caressing away what hurt he might have caused himself. Her happiness lighting up her face better than the dawn. He knew her joy was not caused by the blood bond she shared with Eric. He wouldn't know the turn of events yet; it was simply that of a creature humming with contentment knowing it found an equal. He knew this, but in her pure state she still didn't understand what she could do. It might beat in the back of her skull as she danced around in front of him leading him back to Eric like a sylph, maybe he contemplated she was related. She was something but he didn't quite know what exactly it was that pulled. She was to honest about the world and needed to be taught how to protect herself a bit more. She was pulling the beast out of him. A creature he thought long ago died and abandoned him, starting this path to self loathing. Knowing she had his child's blood burned at his mind. Jealous he didn't let it fall to her rosebud lips first. Feeling her hand tug into his hair and his name in a gasp from her mouth as she broke away to take a much needed breath. Godric stumbled and blinked. The creature rose faster than he thought. Pounding in his blood and claiming back what centuries took away. His sylph turned before the hotel room door, concern etched on her face. He smiled at her in a hopefully reassuring manner. She opened the door to the weeping giant. Exclamations proclaiming throughout the quiet room and the funeral dirge ended. He was home and he was loved. His soul was happy. He beast was not, it wants to claim and mark. It already has one within this room but it is greedy and wants more. Time for his child to grow and his soul to tear open this innocent being, delve within and make his equal.

First he needs rest, he sends her away for she is more tired than she admits. She regretfully walks back to that asps room. He twitches inside thinking of that foul corpse touching her. Hearing across the hall as he reprimands her for being a savior. Bill Compton knows when he is out numbered, Godric and Eric together will ruin him and now spoiled child queen will save his wrung neck. He lied to Godric's sylph and one cannot dine on lies and expect to be nourished. He closes his eyes for rest and faintly catches Eric almost whispered words. "I will give her to you, Father," sighed down the back of his neck. "She is life and that is what you've been missing." Still Eric knew him. No matter how many years apart and his child could feel every slight nuance. That permission was all he needed. He kissed the Norseman's brow. "Thank you," he breathed out and finally shut his eyes.

Across the hall a girl with sunshine in her hair, sat in bed. Her undead lover asleep next to her. Her hand ideally playing in his hair but her mind wondering how another's shorter softer hair would feel. Her fingers traced muscle and wished it traced a blue tattoo wrapped around a collarbone. Her heart unsteady as she realized maybe she deserved so much more than a man still enthralled by a raven haired witch that seduced him in the first place.