Hello! I have returned, though it may be only a short time (very short, I presume) since I posted my first chapter, these online lectures just suck and I don't pay attention to them and can't skip them so, thus, this wonderful chapter is born.

As always, I do not own True Blood or any of Alan Ball's characters. However, Eric and Godric own me. :P

Godric, though small, looked fairly intimidating. His tone of voice cut through the room like a razor, silencing everyone within it. Even with his small stature, he was exceptionally intimidating.

"Underling?" Godric asked.

"Yes, Sheriff . . ?" Stan replied, sounding as if he just lost an important bet.

"Release them. There is no need for bloodshed of any kind," said Godric, though his voice and features were devoid of any emotions.

Stan licked his fangs, obviously upset to lose his chance at taking power. With disdain, he released the human he had in his clutches, and the other vampires in the room followed suit. They were very intelligent to do so. The look upon Godric's face was quite terrifying to me.

Eric released Newlin. Eric had wanted to kill him, and my moronic brother only egged him on.

"Kill me! Jesus will protect me," boldly stated Newlin. He was pretty terrified himself, judging by his thoughts. "Jesus will protect me."

"I am actually older than your Jesus," Godric began. "I wish I could have met him, but I missed it." In the blink of an eye, Godric was before Newlin, grabbing him by his throat, pulling him up tohis feet and holding his head back slightly.

Newlin looked as if he was going to pass out. His thoughts were a cluster of fearful phrases and prayers to a god he would not name. By the sounds of it, I had a hard time believing it was to our mutual Christ.

"Who among you is willing to die for this man's madness?" asked Godric to the entirety of the group. He looked around the room and continued, seeing no answer to his blatant question. "That's what I thought. Stand down everyone. You people are free to leave. It is over now."

As Godric went to walk with Eric, but Stan stood before him.

"Sheriff, after all they've done?!" Stan urged, flabbergasted.

"And I said come," replied Godric quickly in a tone that beckoned no argument.

I stood by, watching the vampires and human leave, peace finally surrounding the sanctuary. It finally felt like I was inside an actual church for worshipers of Jesus, not death to vampires.

"Are you all right?" asked Eric, approaching me and Bill. As I went to answer him, Bill cut me off with a bit of a snarl.

"She's fine! Go with your maker!" Bill growled. His words were filled with hate and disdain, malice dripping from each one. It was unusual, no matter how much he hated Eric. Eric was his Sheriff; he was not to be spoken to in such a manner. Wait . . ! Why did I care?!

Bill seemed to be more possessive over me than usual. It scared me a bit, but I contributed that to my day. Just a passing side effect of the day's events, nothing more.

***T*R*U*E***B*L*O*O*D***

Back at the nest, we were all very grateful to have Godric back. Sure, I had known the man for about two hours, but he saved my life without knowing me, did he not? I owed him my life, but then again I owed Bill and Eric many times over, and there was no way I was going to admit that. Not with Eric's twisted and secular thought process.

I was in line to give my congratulations to Godric for coming back, as well as thank him for saving my hide. Behind me, as I was the second last in line, was the filthy-minded, yet very attractive thousand-year-old vampire. How I managed to get Eric behind was beyond me, but I concluded that it was him trying to be opportunistic. How can one be opportunistic when there is no opportunity?

The line, though small after everyone went through, shortened and it came to me. His face seemed to light up when he saw me. Unless it was because Eric was right behind me. . ? I did not care, however. It was nice to see the ancient vampire smile for the first time since I met him. It was beautiful.

I looked over to Eric for a second and did a double take at his expression. He looked utterly bewildered.

"What, Eric?" I asked, truly curious. Had it been for anything else, I probably would have just dropped the subject all together.

Godric looked at him for a moment, the smile never so much as faltering. They locked eyes for a moment and I watched them. They looked as if they were conversing in each other's heads. And I could not listen the one time I really wanted to. Knowing how much Eric cared about Godric, they must have had an amazing Maker/Child bond. Not to mention they were the only two that I knew of that could fly. For God's sake, flying vampires? What happened to the pig? And I thought I was the only one who was telepathic at the gathering.

"You are Sookie Stackhouse, I presume?" asked Godric, startling me out of my brooding and curious thoughts.

"Yes, sir," I replied. Where the hell did that "sir" comment come from? I have not called anyone "sir" or "ma'am" in years!

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said to me, taking my extended hand in both of his own and tenderly kissing the flesh. Though his lips were cool to the touch, it felt as if they left a stamp of pleasurable fire beneath their touch. My back subconsciously arched at just the smallest touch.

What the hell was going on? Why was my body reacting this way? I heard an amused chuckle leave Eric and I turned to face him and scowl. However, the voice of an angel hindered my ability to think clearly.

"Little one, do not be upset with him or his actions. He cannot control himself sometimes," Godric defended his child, though he did give Eric a stern look for a moment. It was so weird to me, seeing a person who looked no more than age twenty-five or so order around a man that looked to be in his mid to late thirties when he was changed.

"My apologies, Mater," replied Eric to Godric.

"What have I told you about calling me 'Master'? For nearly two centuries, I have been trying to break him of that," Godric mused, turning to address me.

After both Eric and I laughed at the statement, Eric bowed slightly.

"Yes, Godric," Eric corrected. The smile was still upon his face, as was mine.

I walked away from the situation where Eric and Godric continued to banter back and forth like old friends. As they were, but they were also so much more than that. I could tell just by the way their connection felt.

I approached Isabel, walking with dread in each step with her hand fisted in the back of a familiar human's collar. It was easily noticed that she had been crying. It was then that I remembered that the traitor, Hugo was her human.

I followed slowly behind her as she brought Hugo before Godric. She threw Hugo onto the floor.

"He is the one who betrayed us," stated Isabel in a bit of a broken-hearted voice. She looked as if she was fighting back the tears that would surely come sooner or later.

"Hugo . . . this is your human, is he not?" asked Godric in a low tone.

It broke my heart to see Isabel in suck pain. Even the man everyone believed to be virtually heartless walked to her and rubbed her shoulder tenderly.

"Do you love him?" Godric asked Isabel.

"I thought I did . . ." she began to sniffle and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"It appears you love him still," Godric acknowledged.

"I do . . . but you are my Sheriff. Do with him as you please," said Isabel

He turned to Hugo. "You are free to go."

"What?!" Stan objected angrily. His body was tense; he obviously wished for something much more malicious to happen to the traitor. After all, we all believed that it was his fault Godric was captured.

"And do not return. I feel it is not safe for you here," ordered Godric. He scanned the room, his eyes lingering on Stan longer than any others.

"This is a travesty!" Stan bellowed.

"This is my verdict," he replied. "Eric, please escort this man out of my nest and make sure he is unharmed."

"Yes, Godric," Eric replied immediately, grabbing hold of Hugo and lifting him to his feet, ushering him out of the door and ultimately out of the house.

The rest of the nest broke away, seeing as there was nothing more to watch. Stan, after giving Godric a distasteful look, finally left as well. He mumbled and grumbled and Godric chuckled.

"Miss Stackhouse, please come here," ordered Godric in a very kind tone. I nearly melted into a puddle of fan-girl goo at the sound of his voice. I walked over to him and he took my hand, pulling it to his mouth once more. The smirk on his face indicated that he was teasing me in the same way Eric always did. It suddenly clicked.

"So you are the one who taught Eric everything he knows? Suddenly everything makes sense," I chuckled.

Amusement crossed his pale, beautiful features. He smiled at me and I felt the "goo" feeling again. But then I realized it.

"And you are the one who taught Eric that look!" I felt like a little schoolgirl for putting those pieces together by myself. This was the man who was to blame for everything Eric knew. Ugh! I laughed.

Eric returned quickly and said, "I heard my name. I trust you are speaking well of me?" He gave me the same look that Godric was and I covered my eyes.

God almighty, they are really sexy my subconscious chimed in. She was melting into brain goop and I was really close to joining her.

I know! I swear I am going to faint! I replied. I had, at that point, forgotten about Bill.

Bill, who?

So that is all for that chapter. Thank you for taking time to read my story. Much love! Please, if you have time, review!