Ehhhh I should be doing homework.


"I'm a witch. It's what we do. When it's nobody else's business, it's my business."

-Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight


Prologue

I couldn't avert my eyes away from the man on the floor. His neck bent beyond its intended use, his eyes glazed over in fear- the way they would remain for, well, forever. For some reason, even though the man was very evidently dead it freaked me out that his chest wasn't moving. Of course he wouldn't be breathing anytime soon- he was dead. But the idea, the thought of never breathing again, oh sweet Goddess I was going to vomit. This was the second time in my life I'd ever seen a dead person. Well a dead-dead person. My heart didn't speed up in panic like I would have assumed, instead it slowed. Each beat taking twice as long to hit, and when it did I felt it through out my entire body, like lighting striking over and over hoping to start a wild fire.

"Gabe is dead."

"Caven, he tried to rape me!" Sookie shouted by the floor next to me trying desperately to button up her dress. "Not to mention, in case you've forgotten the reason you're on the ground he just smacked you down. And he knocked out and nearly killed Hugo!"

I was finally able to look somewhere else, at the child looming over Gabe's body and myself. "You killed him."

He didn't look sorry but at least to his credit, he didn't look happy either. "You should not have come." His voice was soft and ancient. He carried an accent I couldn't place. He's not what I thought Godric would look like- someone so old they've lived out two millennia. He didn't even look older than me. Maybe eighteen, twenty would be pushing it. I could see a tattoo peaking out from under his simple white top. The more I looked at him the more his face started to change. His squared, boyish looks twisted and morphed into an older elongated oval shape. His short close cut brown hair grew blonde and long... His dark brown eyes turning bright blue. He started to look like the man who raised me.

I couldn't look at him anymore. I knew he wasn't him, but my eyes were playing tricks.

"You didn't have to... kill him," I whispered, my voice hitching as the only thing in my direct line of sight was the body again. Godric didn't have a chance to answer me, not that I had really asked anything. Besides, there was nothing for him to say. We all heard banging upstairs, like doors being ripped opened and running and screams.

"It's Bill!" Sookie shouted.

"No," the vampire said, "I am here my child. Down here." He sounded weak or tired.

"Godric," Eric breathed the name out like it was a prayer and knelt near in front of him. I tried to stand up but my legs shook and the pain from where Gabe had hit me made black dots dance around my vision. I thought I was going to fall but Sookie caught my arm.

"You were a fool to send humans after me."

"I had no other choice. These... savages seek to destroy you."

"I am aware what they have planned," he paused before turning to the still very much passed out Hugo. That Gabe, for all his faults, knew how to pack a punch. I could barely see straight. "This one betrayed you."

"He's with the Fellowship. They set a trap for us, they even knew the King of Texas hired a witch.." Sookie filled Eric in. Hmmm, then I supposed it was a good thing I had worked alone or I would have been caught just as easily as Sookie. Who knows what they would have done to me. Churches of most sorts and my kind never seemed to get along.

"Sookie put me back down I think I'm going to be sick..." I muttered. She eased me onto the floor and handed me on of the several cardboard boxes that were laying around. I retched into it, burning my nose and throat a clear liquid spewed into the box. I'd been practicing too much magick with not enough time to recovery. The persuasion spells on the hotel desk clerk, Sand and her husband. Working the combination on the pad lock then key lock then other pad lock. I'd be fine but I should really needed to stop for a minute or five or a day.

I looked to up see Godric had been watching my little physical break down. Eric spoke up.

"How long has it been since you've fed?" Okay... that was a loaded question because the only two feeding choices in the near vicinity were Sookie and I. I doubted very much that either of us were going to volunteer.

"I require very little blood anymore."

And then the alarms went off.


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