Breaking Point

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear in this story (apart from any characters I may or may not create).

This is my first attempt in writing a story so I'd appreciate your input and your suggestions for my gradual improvement – meaning R&R. I have been contemplating on making this story for a while, so please enjoy! ^_^ Oh and btw, I plan to make this story progressive in all aspects.

A/N: I'd also like to make note that I depict Godric as a tall vampire, equivalent to Eric (I just love the height). Sure he remains the same age, but since Eric is so goddamn irresistible, I thought Godric should be given a bit more profile, makes him more masculine (yummy), and his tattoos (DAMN), now that just makes him too damn sexy … which ofcourse I prefer. Haha ;) And Sookie I use Ms Harris's Version, meaning beautiful, large bosomed, long natural blonde locks with gorgeous blue eyes and a voluptuous figure.

Do Enjoy! ;)

Ambrosia ~

The action takes place at Godric's Nest just after the infiltration of the Fellowship of the Sun. Lorena has already been declared banishment from the nest and Area 9, and is now being escorted to the exit by her progeny, Bill.

Breaking Point

Sookie who had just about had it with vampire's and their arrogance made her way towards one of the empty seats, all eyes still drawn to her from her audacious performance with Lorena.

'Great! I'm yet again the centre of attention. Can't I just walk in a straight line without y'all noticing me! God, it's not only embarrassing but well enough disrespectful!' She thought to herself, trying to find a reason behind the unreasonable.

"Are you injured Miss Stackhouse?" Godric asked courteously, his eyes locked on hers, like a predator watching his prey.

"Oh, don't you worry about me!" She lamely assured him, "The Lord knows I've been in more dangerous situations than the usual 'I – want – to – suck – your – blood scenarios," She laughed it off, prolonging his judgement, "Trust me Godric, this ain't nothing compared to what happens in Louisiana." She smiled, biting her lip in anticipation.

Godric doesn't react at all apart from a simple nod. He then turns to Eric, who is standing slightly behind him – as a sign of loyalty and inferiority towards his maker.

"Eric, is what this human says is true?" Godric asks simply.

"What is?" Eric tensely replied, unsure of Godric's motive.

Godric looks again to the human sitting painstakingly on the sofa, her heartbeat racing, her breath heavy and strained. "This human is clearly injured, yet she denies so." He walks towards Sookie, benevolence in his deep blue eyes. "Am I wrong to say that she faces more danger in your area than in mine?"

Sookie and Eric both tense at his words. Godric hardly involved himself in human affairs, yet alone a human's physical condition. He was surprising all, even his nest mates Stan and Isabel. Right now, in observant eyes, Sookie was the luckiest human in the world. However Sookie wasn't feeling so damn lucky. The mental barriers she maintained even in her most painstaking moments were braking, and thoughts of envy and hatred were seeping through.

Eric looked agitated. He glared fiercely at Sookie, who boldly returned a sly 'you had it comin' expression. He clearly placed the blame on her.

"Eric?" Godric reminded him, patiently waiting for his answer.

Eric turned his head towards his maker, a sudden veil of confidence and deception concealing his temperamental disposition. "Yes Godric. It is true that Sookie has faced many dangers in my area. However, it is evident to suggest that she is an incentive for trouble." He informs him, walking towards Sookie … only to point rudely at her, "This disobedient and stubborn sly human who refuses to follow orders, involves herself in preventable situations. It is by her choice alone, does she make these regrettable decisions …" He inspects Sookie's body carefully, noticing bruises and slight abrasions, and the contours of her body, "… and therefore suffers for it."

Sookie gawked in shock and disbelief. I beg your pardon! I don't ever remember being the property of Eric Northman! Oh and by the way, since that is not the case, I have every right to do as I please. She thought to herself, hoping that maybe someone would have been able to sympathise with her current predicament.

She was wrong.

Not only that, but her mental barriers had broken down completely. Eric just happened to top it off with a red voluptuous cherry. Now she was well aware of what the humans in the nest were thinking. Most of them were crude comments ofcourse. You bitch! Why don't you just throw yourself into his arms … Haha! You just got told by Eric, thee (with a long ee) ERIC … Damn Girl! With a body like that you can reel anyone in, Lucky Bitch … Sitting there acting all pretty, be best if Eric would suck you dry right now … and some of them were just plain awkward. I love your shoes, I swear I'm gonna steal your shoes … If I stood a little bit closer, maybe I could see your beautiful blue eyes, yes. Just a little closer now … right now I was pleased I couldn't hear vampire thoughts, now that would be just too much information to bear. Even now, I was so exhausted.

"Then maybe it is more appropriate if she stays under my care and supervision." Godric serenely replies, slipping the edge of his fingers under her chin and carefully raising it to look into her deep blue eyes.

Eric gawked. "What?" He replied so hastily, that no mere human would have understood such a word.

"Eric, if this human troubles you so in your area, I would be more than content to offer her my hospitality and guardianship in this area." He humbly tells Eric, leaning in closer to Sookie, their lips inches apart.

Sookie was so enthralled by Godric's beauty and serenity, that she had no idea of what was being currently discussed. Every touch he made created a wave of euphoria throughout her body. Right now, she didn't mind if she drowned in it.

Even so, something did catch her eye, a human thought exactly. This is when she came back to reality. If I do this, God would ever be so proud of me, yes. Perhaps Steve Newlin may dedicate a statue or something in my honour … Sookie looked around, trying to find the source of the thought … I know this is suicide, but it has to be done, it must … Sookie abruptly stood up, confusing many vampires and humans. Her head pointing in many different directions … I must not back down now, I know I will die and so will everybody else. This is my purpose; this is God's purpose for me. I am a suicide bomber and I will have retribution … Sookie was panicking now, she was running out of time, not even the 'You've gone bonkers' glances could stop her now. She had to find the source of the thought before it was too late.

It didn't take Eric long to realise what was happening. Eric pulled Sookie towards him and clasped his hands on either side of her shoulders, holding her in place.

"Sookie, what do you hear?" Eric asked intensely, his façade of confidence and deception dissipating.

She didn't answer. Her eyes filled with hysteria.

"Speak!" Eric growled, tightening his grip on her shoulders.

Sookie's eyes focused onto Eric. "Eric … there is a suicide bomber in here." She whispered, barely audible to humans, "He's from the Fellowship."

Godric, Eric and the rest of the vampires sharply jerked their heads upright, their vampire instincts taking over. You could sense the fear in the air. No movements. No sound. Just rage.

Godric and Eric looked at each other, their malice emanating from their bodies. A chorus of deep growls resonated from their throats and reverberated throughout the nest. Someone was going to die.

It was at this moment that the humans realised the severity of the situation. It was the fangs, God so many fangs. The extraction was deadly and silent, as though a blade was being removed from its scabbard.

Eric looked at Sookie again who was now in deep concentration. Eric hardly knew what a telepath was capable of, but in Sookie's perspective, her telepathic abilities were more proficient and comprehensive than they was deemed so. She was totally underestimated.

Godric silently walked up to her, placing his palms on the sides of her cheeks, raising her head towards him, "Miss Stackhouse, where is this man you speak of?" He asked intensely, his eyes stained with blood and rage, his patience and control dissipating.

Every watchful eye turned to Sookie, awaiting her response. The atmosphere was as cold as ice, even a cemetery could qualify as an exceptional place for a celebration.

"He is …" She begins, closing her eyes to focus on this one individual, "… He is close to Jason!" She runs in an attempt find her brother, but is stopped midway by a strong arm held tightly around her waist, "Let me go!"

"No. I refuse your involvement in this proceeding." Godric calmly replies, keeping her tightly bound to him. "Eric, go."

Eric quickly disappeared.

"But he is my brother!" She struggles against his grip.

"And he will be safe." Taking his other arm and placing it around her chest (above the bust, below the neck), "Have faith in me Miss Stackhouse, this man you speak of will not cause harm to your kin."

Sookie took a few deep breaths and relaxed in Godric's arms. Godric tightened his grip ever so slightly, pleased to feel her tension subside. The rhythm of her heartbeat with her steady breaths made Godric shiver in ecstasy. Her body warmth against his cold skin made it even harder to resist temptation. A slight growl escaped his lips.

Sookie looked up at Godric, noticing him more delicately than ever, but she was quickly distracted by a man in a bulky trench coat standing in the far left corner of the room, Eric and Jason just inches away.

Everybody in the room froze.

"Luke, what the hell you doin' here man!" Jason asked, walking towards him.

"You stay the heck away from me Jason!" Luke stuttered; sweat glistening his face, "There's somethin' I gotta do," He takes a few more steps forward and removes his large trench coat, revealing a bomb chained to him with silver and wooden bullets attached, the detonator in his left hand.

"Good Evening everyone, my name is Luke McDonald, and I have a message from Reverend … Steve … Newlin," He says, his thumb ready to press firmly down on the detonator.

"No!" Sookie screamed, releasing herself from Godric's tight grasp and into the centre of the room. Don't you dare press that detonator, Mr Luke McDonald!

To be Cont.

;O! So there we have it! The first chapter of many to come (hopefully). As I said before, it would be progressive :)

As you have just read, I kinda take things at a more modest pace, and from a different angle ^^ haha. Might be adding a few bits here and there, just to spice things up a bit! Anyways I plan on updating every week, just to keep the ball rolling ;)

Dont forget to R&R! (^_^)V

Ambrosia~