"Sookie, we've landed." Godric whispered in my ear.

My feet might be touching the ground (well, not quiet. I had wrapped my legs around Godric's hips at some point) and my nails may have drawn blood, but my lifeless heart was still plummeting from the six hundred foot drop. I wondered how far my screams had carried as we flew, Surely someone must have called something in. I had screamed myself horse and probably damaged Godric's hearing in the process. Though, I couldn't feel too guilty about that as he gave me no warning that he would be flying us to his home.

"As much as I enjoy you wrapped around me like this." Godric said, his cool lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Perhaps my front yard isn't the best place." I hadn't realized that his hands were cupping my hind quarters until he gave them a firm squeeze.

With a yelp, I fell to the grass. At this point, grass stains would be a welcome splash of color to my wardrobe. I scrambled to my feet and glowered at the amused vampire before me. "A little warning next time would be appreciated." I said with my hands on my hips. Maybe tomorrow I would cringe about scolding a vampire who was 2000 years my senior, but tonight, he was getting a piece of my mind. "I've had enough surprises for one night, thank you."

"My apologies, Sookie." He sure didn't look sorry. "Next time, I promise to give you adequate warning."

I took a step back and gave an apprehensive glance to the night sky as though it would suck me back up into its inky blackness. "Next time?"

Godric ignored my question and began walking toward what must have been his house. It was a ranch style house that had more windows than walls. And here all this time I had thought 'glass house' was just a phrase. I wondered how all those windows would work once the sun was up as I followed him inside. Neutral whites and gray's wall to wall, it was a far cry from Gran's house with the walls covered in family photos and the worn furniture that had lasted at least three generations. Everything was clean lines with minimal personality. Did Godric really live here, it didn't look like anyone lived here, there wasn't a personal touch in sight.

"Godric, you've returned." I turned to see a thin Hispanic woman in a sleek dress and high heels walk into the room. She was beautiful and her eyes were focused on me. A faint whisper of Spanish drifted through my mind. Living in Bon Temps, I didn't often come across someone who spoke English as a second language, but when I did, I only heard their thoughts in their native language. This woman was no different as it turned out so I didn't pay attention to the foreign words.

"Yes. Have there been any disturbances during my absence?" Godric asked, before turning to his right and leading the other woman and I to what appeared to be an office. It was just as stream-lined as the rest of the house. In fact, I was the only thing out of place.

Godric took a seat at the glass desk and opened the thin and undoubtedly, expensive, laptop while the woman stood before the desk respectfully. Feeling supremely awkward, I hovered by the open door way and tried not to get anything dirty.

"There are two petitions for residence, I've looked over them both and they are now awaiting your approval. The King called and left a message to return his call at your earliest convenience. Sheriff Northman, in Louisiana called as well and is waiting to hear from you." The woman glanced to me again, her sparkling dark eyes taking in my dirty form. I tried not to fold in on myself, but it appeared to be a losing battle when faced with someone like her.

Godric had been nodding along while doing whatever he was doing on that laptop. "Is there anything else?"

The woman frowned and gave me another look over before reaching over to the desk and grabbing a small TV remote. She aimed it at one of the interior walls by me and the television I hadn't noticed before flicked on. A man with a head full of dark, thick brown hair and a lot of glowing white teeth sat at a desk with a woman equally as groomed.

"Local law enforcement's are still searching for the body of a 19 year old waitress from Bon Temps, Louisiana. The young woman was reported missing Tuesday evening by her employer. It was soon discovered that she was abducted from the parking lot of the Sandy Shore's Hotel where she and her employer were attending a convention."

Two pictures of women I couldn't recall replaced the news anchors. Both were bottled blonde with dark tans. The first one was probably a couple years my senior and the second looked old enough to know better than to wear that much make up. The pictures were mug shots.

"Patricia Lodder and Marian Kitsch were arrested this morning in connection, both women admit to savagely beating the younger woman but claim that she was still alive when they left her. Police Chief Evanovich released a statement this morning after Lodder and Kitsch's arrest that it was unlikely the young woman survived the attack."

"You hate to hear that, Jim. Our hearts and prayers go out to her family in this difficult time. If you have any information in regards to this case, call the police."

The TV flicked off and I was staring at a smooth black screen embedded in the wall. "That's me." I said, my voice squeaky.

I was ignored as the other vampire returned the remote to Godric's desk. "The investigating officers and news stations have been glamoured according to your instruction. No one will recognize her," She cast me another glance and this time I could discern the questions that lay just beyond her dark eyes.

"Very good," Godric said. "Did you pick up the clothing as I asked you to?"

The woman nodded and finally Godric turned to address me. "Would you like to get cleaned up? We still have much to discuss before the approaching dawn." I nodded my because I didn't trust my voice not to come out like Minnie Mouse again. "Isabel, escort Sookie to my quarters?"

Isabel turned in her shiny alligator heels and lead me out of the office and into the back of the house. Godric's room was at the end of the hall. "Your new clothes are on the desk. Once you have finished, return to Godric in his study." Isabel said, and then spun on her heel and left me standing alone in the hall.

I wouldn't necessarily call her unfriendly, Isabel was just... vampire? Godric was the same almost, maybe it was a vampire thing. But then, did that mean I would turn out to be like them? I hoped not, it seemed awful boring. I opened the door to Godric's room and was greeted with more clean lines and muted earth tones. Would it kill (again) someone to add something personal?


A/N

Alright, so I started working on this story and never got around to finishing it. This chapter is only half finished as you can tell. I'm no longer really in to the fandom and won't be completing this. If anyone wants to take this and finish it then you can. You have my permission. I won't be logging on to any longer so don't bother with a PM. I hope you enjoy what I did write and that someone can complete this. Thanks.