The roar of thunder was deafening to all but me. Through the confusion, only I could hear the sounds of choking coughs and sputtering coming from inside the grey tent. No one else was in there. The village was too busy running around frantically, some trying to escape the fires, some trying to put it out.

I was concerned with neither, just the poor, pathetic sounds coming from inside the otherwise abandoned tent. Hortense, one of the women of the village, pulled on my arm.

"There is no time to get him now. We must leave. He is done for."

I shook her off. The cowardice of these people sickened me. I had come to teach them my arts, to worship the Earth. But they were so quick to abandon the Earth they claimed as their home in the face of a little danger. Now they would also abandon one of their own when he needed them most.

Lyall, the chief of the village, stopped and looked at me with fire in his eyes. "You! You are the cause of this! You! You witch!"

I glared at him. "Witch, you call me? If I were to possess great power, why would I have exposed myself this way? You imbecile, your village is burning and all you can think to do is accuse."

Hortense pulled Lyall away. "Witch or no, she wishes for none of our help. Let us run."

Lyall stole a quick, angry glance at me before running off with Hortense. With them gone, I rushed into the tent.

I found him lying on skins on the floor, coughing pitifully, I could see his skin was ashen even in the dark. His dark brown hair was soaked in sweat and his young face was dirty. He opened his blue eyes in confusion.

"You are The Crone?" He called out in shock, "But you look like Brigit."

"Can I not be both?" I asked, bending down and stroking his face. "Young man, how would you like your suffering to stop? How would you like to become a God yourself, be the God to my Goddess and live forever?"

"Am I worthy?"

"I saw you before you were sick. You have the spirit of a God." I replied.

He nodded. "Then take me."

"Only if you promise to live the life I give you and serve me, be my son for all eternity. My son, my brother, my lover, my father. Be all this to me. Never abandon me, and share your life with me and I will let you live forever."

"Yes, oh yes, I will. I will live for you."

My eyes fly open and I see the hard, grey plastic of my travel coffin. I know it's not time yet. The sun is still up. I need very little sleep anymore. I can wake up during the day from something so trivial as a dream. This was not so much a dream as a memory. The memory of the day I made my favorite child.

I reached into the folds of my dress and pulled out a small vial. Its silvery contents illuminated the inside of the coffin. I smiled, kissed it, and held it against my heart. This was all I had seen of him in three hundred years. How I missed him so. When I felt the quickening in my soul several days earlier I knew it was time to see him again. He needed me.

But first, I would pay a visit to my dear grandchild, who would surely have missed me, though I was sure he'd found a way to distract himself. I would propose that we visit his father together, a little family reunion. My boys were sheriffs, and that would give them both lots to do.

Sheriffs. I had to laugh. Of course being my progeny had helped them get far in the Vampire world, though I never much cared for titles and hierarchy. I could have been Queen of a dozen different domains if I wished, I could have been the world vampire representative. Everyone of importance knew my name and they all paid tribute to me. I was over fifty-five hundred years old. I was once worshipped as a Goddess and even appeared in the Holy Scriptures of two of the largest religions in the modern world. I had the powers of both witch and vampire. I had power beyond anything most vampires had ever seen. I could go wherever I wished and knew I would be welcome. But I would be especially welcomed by my boys.

I had recently been visiting all my children and had just been in New York visiting my daughter Agatha, the Queen of New York. Before that I had seen my daughter Marguerite in Provence, France and my son Klaus in Denmark. But I missed none of them more than I missed Godric.

But I would see dear, mischievous Eric first. My little Viking, who loved and unloved so many women and watched over human revelry with a haughty grace. It always made me laugh that a man who once rolled in the snow to clean himself and eat whale blubber could be so arrogant and elegant. He and my son had always made the most beautiful pair.

Godric had himself a beautiful son, and he knew it. Just thinking of that gorgeous Scandinavian vampire made me pull at my dark curly hair in excitement.

The sound of something mechanical moved, then the sound of some great weight hitting the ground. Ah. We had landed.

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I strolled into the red-walled bar in my green and white off-the-shoulder silk top and black velvet slacks and every vampire in the bars eyes went straight to me. It didn't take long for the humans to follow suit. It was one of the effects of being over five thousand years old, supernatural picked up on and immediately deferred to you. I smiled and waved and felt Eric's presence in a back room, but then all of a sudden, he was before me and dropping to his knees with a cry of "Farmor!"

I stroked his blonde hair, then cupped his chin and brought him up. "Sonson. You are looking so well, but what happened to your hair?"

"An accident involving an upstart human, Farmor," he replied. "I take it you do not like it?"

"On the contrary," I said adoringly, "It shows more of your beautiful face."

"This is my business," Eric said, "You are welcome to anything or anyone here free of charge, of course."

I looked around. Many poor, pathetic humans dressed in black and looking to be bitten seemed to patronize this place. It was a tourist trap, created after the great revelation for humans who were obsessed with our kind.

"Eric, you know that saying 'You are the company you keep'?" I asked him.

"Yes, Grandmother, I am."

"Well, let's just say you're lucky I never believed that nonsense." I replied.

He would have blushed if he were not Eric Northman. He merely gestured to the back, where a large chair was situated under spotlight. "Please, come with me."

I followed him to the stage area and he offered the seat to me. A beautiful vampire woman wit light brown hair joined us.

"I take it that this is someone special, Eric?" She said in a sly, teasing voice, as she eyed me from head to toe with extreme interest. "She's a hottie but what gives her a place in your chair?"

"This is Dinah, Godric's maker and my grandmother. She is fifty-five hundred years old and a greater vampire than can be found in almost the entire world, so show some respect."

She stepped back, her eyes wide in shock. "You are Dinah? Well I'm sorry ma'am I had no idea."

"It is quite all right," I said, smiling. "What is your name, Pretty One?"

"Pam, Ma'am. Is there anything I can get for you? There's a human here who is B Negative. Eric and I were going to snack on her but considering..."

I held up my hand. "No thank you, Darling. I barely need any blood anymore, I'm sure that girl needs it far more than I do. But don't let me stop you two from having a good time."

Pam and Eric looked at each other, then looked back at me. Eric whispered for Pam to go check the vault, then came closer to me.

"Grandmother, you know that I am heartily honored by your visit, but if I may ask, is there a reason you have come? I have not seen you for centuries. There must be a reason for your sudden arrival. Does it have anything to do with Godric."

"You will refer to him as 'father' in my presence, Sonson," I said sharply, "We are a family and I will not have that be forgotten. And for the record, my arrival does have something to do with Godric, yes. I miss you both and wish to see you. I wanted to see my boys again. I have seen many of my children recently, and have been saving you for last, dear thing. Now give your farmor a little sugar."

Eric smiled, leaned forward, and put his mouth against mine. A heat filled my body at his touch and I clutched the back of his head, forcing my tongue into his mouth. Our fangs appeared simultaneously and Eric broke the kiss.

"Farmor, you have lost none of your spirit."

"We are vampire, Eric, age does not slow us down." I dove in for another kiss. Eric pulled me away and out of the bar. I looked at him, "Oh, are we to do it outside?"

"Never." He said. "Not with you. Come."

He led me to his car and started it. I started massaging him between his legs as he drove at breakneck speed. We arrived at a large old plantation mansion. Eric lifted me up and carried me, fast as light, through the front door and up the stairs to one of the bed rooms. He threw me down onto the four-poster bed and pulled his shirt off. We both removed every piece of clothing furiously before Eric swiftly buried his blonde head between my legs and using his tongue in a way only a man with a thousand years of experience could. My clit was erect and my hips were bucking before I knew it. I buried my hands into his hair and looked heavenward, gasping like mad. As the tip of his tongue met the little pearl between my legs I came hard. I pulled his head up by his hair roughly and kissed him, tasting myself.

I forced him on his back began a trail of teasing kisses down his chest to his lower abdomen and, just for fun, licked the tip of his cock. He let out a moan and I cackled. But I would not suck my grandson's cock. So instead, I sat on it and rode him like a mustang (horse and car).

"Come on, my boy," I said hoarsely, "Fuck me raw."

That was all the encouragement he needed before he grabbed me by the shoulders and twisted me so I was on all fours and he was behind me, ramming into me harder and faster than a locomotive. I could feel the room shake. He grabbed me hair and started pulling it, I threw my head back, laughing at the pain. It was all delightful, but I wanted more. I forced him down again, pulled his back up, mounted him and as I inserted his rock hard dick into me, I sunk my fangs into his shoulder.

Vampires don't normally drink each other's blood, but I was willing to make an exception for family. I let him bite me back and we sucked and fucked simultaneously, lost in a flurry of pain and pleasure. I scratched his back roughly and he cried my name. I laughed as he returned the favor and I felt myself coming close to my peak.

"No," he whispered. "Wait for me."

I tried to hold on until I reached down and felt his balls contracting. Oh yes. He was close. I counted. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. And then he let out a choking gasp and spilled himself. I let myself go and we soaked each other's loins. I collapsed to the side, and kissed him hard.

"Baby boy," I whispered into his ear, "You have not lost your spirit either."

He chuckled. "Well, I did for a while, but I think you brought me back."

"Oh? And why is that? Well it doesn't matter. When we go and see Godric again you can tell Grandma and Daddy all about it and it will be all better."

He didn't respond. I kissed his cheek and got off the bed, making my way over to a dressing table in the corner of the bedroom. It was an old style bedroom, much like the house, full of antiques. The mirror had dust on it and I wiped some of it off to get a good look at myself.

Looking at myself, I could not help but smile at what a pair Eric and I must have made. Him, pale, blue-eyed long and lean with that sleek, straight blonde hair. Me, my skin the color of amber, short and curvy, my thick curly black hair like tangled ivy and my eyes big and inky black. Such opposites in looks.

I caught the sight of Eric in the background. He stared blankly at the ceiling, like he had seen a ghost.

"What is it, Sonson?" I asked, "What is wrong?"

"I'm just wondering how in the world I'm going to tell you this," he said, "I thought you knew."

"Knew what?" I asked, suddenly feeling concerned. "What is it?"

Eric turned on his side and stared at me, the blood-tears welling up in his eyes. "Dinah… Godric is dead."