"Yes" came the whispered answer from Sookie.

Her voice broke the enchanted stillness of the room and everyone seemed to move at once. Godric moved swiftly to Sookie's side and took her arm to lead her out of the room. Bill rose on her other side a protective air lingering. Jason looked as if he had awoken from a strange dream was shaking his head and blinking his eyes quickly, while trying to keep up with the group as they exited the room. Eric brought up the rear, from his place in the back he swiped away an unseen tear, now staining his fingers red.

Godric led the group silently down a stone staircase to a vault. At a keypad he punched in a quick code and was prompted for a voice recognition password.

"σκοτάδι πριγκίπισα" He spoke and the doors hissed open.

"What'd he just say?" Jason muttered to no one in particular but looked a little spooked as if Godric has just uttered a curse.

"He spoke in Greek" Eric informed him, his tone monotonous.

"Glad to see you still keep up with your languages" Godric said not turning around.

"Du talat jag till. Och JAG gör all tillverkaren talar ja" Eric said darkly. Godric, as well as all the others turned to look at him now.

"This news has upset you" Godric stated. His voice still patient but a menacing undertone in it.

"How could you have never told me?" Eric hissed "I must find out now, with these-"

"It was my secret and so my choice to divulge to whom I deemed worthy. And as I stand on the precipice of completing this quest, I will not stop now to ease your thoughts. Find it in you to be grateful to be here or leave now." He never raised his voice but everyone could sense the foreboding in his words. Eric wisely said nothing but dropped his sight from his maker's fearsome gaze. Several tense moments later, Godric turned forward again and flipped a light switch on the wall to illuminate the room ahead.

The square, cement room was bare save for the statue looming in its center. It was pure black stone, smooth as silk and dangerously beautiful. The body of the woman was locked in her final moment of torment. From her feet which were barely skimming the floor, her toes were curled back in her sandals in tense fury. Her hands gripped each arm of her throne with such desperate strength it seemed that her stone knuckles should have been white. Her most beautiful and terrifying feature was her face. It was hard to look upon such pain but once they did they found it difficult to look away. Her head was tilted back in her final action of howling at the heavens. Her mouth open and locked in that fatal scream. The plains that were her cheeks had ridges of tears racing down to her jaw. Eyes were open, staring unseeing up at the cement ceiling.

"Here she is," Godric whispered to the awed group.

"Dark Princess" Eric mumbled. Godric shot him a warning glance but noted there was no malice in his male child's words, Eric was accepting what stood before him.

"Sookie, I shall teach you a phrase in an old Swedish dialect, she does not know English. We spoke to each other in this language the longest, I think it will remind her of me." Godric sounded almost wistful at the end.

"Oh of course." Sookie replied, She, Godric and Bill moved to the side as Godric began teaching her phonetically how to say the phrase.

Eric stepped up to the statue his fingers caressing the cold smooth stone, following the line of her outstretched jaw down her strained neck muscles, his fingers coming to rest lightly on her collar bone. He half expected the form under him to shudder as any female would at such a caress; but she did not comply.

"Hot for an ancient lady huh?" came the voice of Jason from behind Eric. Eric turned with a derisive glance, but Jason's eye's were locked on the still female form as Eric's had just been.

"With such statements as that it's a wonder to me that you've ever been with a woman." An evil grin cracked Eric's porcelain face "But then I doubt any of the backwater trash you've had could be considered 'women""

"Huh?" Jason said his gaze flicking over to Eric, just tuning in. "Now wait a second man..."

"It's time" Godric's voice cut across the room and Jason's rebuttle. Eric gave one one more toothy smirk to the boy and moved out of the way of his maker and Sookie.

"I believe that if you speak to her and I give her some of my blood, it will revive her spirit." Godric placed himself behind the throne looking down into the face of the anguished girl. "Speak now Sookie"

Holding tight to Bill's hand Sookie screwed her eyes shut and mentally aimed the phrase that Godric had taught her towards the statue hoping someone in there could pick it up.

"JAG tala för din tillverkaren vem är i livet och brunn. Godric befallningen så pass du vakna och förena honom!" Sookie thought over and over; she was concentrating so hard so began to whisper it aloud.

Jason forgot his spat with Eric and turned to him with a worried expression.

"What's she sayin now? Is she ok?"

"It's a norse dialect. She's saying: 'I speak for your sire who is alive and well. Godric commands that you wake and join him." Eric explained his eyes never leaving his maker. "A child with any strength left to them cannot deny a direct command from their maker."

Godric stood rigid staring into the black eyes. He was as still as the statue seeming to focus all his energy into what Sookie was doing. Eric, Jason and Bill copied him all staring into the black eyes. The only sound was Sookie's soft incantation.

A flash was all it took, a red spark in the eyes. Godric's wrist was at his mouth in a fraction of a second, biting into his own flesh. Eric and Bill's fangs had leapt out at the sight and all watched with bated breath as Godric poured his blood into the open mouth. Red spattered over black, disrupting the smooth surface.

"Dricka Myriaden. Dricka till levande dricka till veta!" Godric said pressing his wrist onto the stone lips. In a movement barely perceptible to human eyes the right hand of the statue raised and latched onto Godric's arm just above the gash in his wrist holding him securely in place. A growl ripped from Godric's throat as more of his blood poured freely down the statue's throat. He was having trouble standing straight.

"Eric..." he rasped and looked over at his living child.

"You did not feed earlier..." Eric said as he realized what was happening, his head whipping around to Bill and Sookie. "He cannot keep this up much longer, she will suck him dry if we do not give him something." Bill automatically placed his arms protectively on Sookie's shoulders. "Not her." Eric said harshly whipping around once again. "You."

He pointed to Jason whose eyes went wide and his jaw hung open.

"No!" Sookie cried out. "I agreed to use my telepathy to help out but no way are you permitted to drain my brother for her sake!"

"It's not for her's I do it!" Eric shot back "it's for his"

He looked again at his maker, slumped against the back of the throne, dangling from his right arm that was still caught in the death grip of the statue.

"I promise it will not be fatal, humans generate enough blood to sustain a loss of a few pints, I just need enough to keep him alive." Eric said focusing on Jason. Jason did not respond but stood glancing fearfully between Eric and the statue.

"Please" Eric whispered through gritted teeth. Another agonizing pause.

"I reckon I owe y'all some blood from all the V I took." Jason stated slowly. "So ok, but I don't want no bite marks and I don't wanna die!"

"Granted" Eric said and in a flash Eric had Jason by the arm and pulled him to his maker. Godric was unconscious now, blood still pouring from his wound and him, white as a sheet. Eric scowled as he looked down on the ancient vampire, in this state Godric would not have the strength to feed properly.

"Kuken!" Eric spat out. He released Jason, pushing him back into Bill. "Make sure he revives Godric" He then stepped up to the statue and pulled with all his formidable might at the stone hand, it did not give way. He bit his own wrist and let it pour down onto her forehead, mixing in with Godric's waning supply.

"Låta honom gå du egoistisk hyndan ta mig till" he growled trying to replace his maker's wrist with his own. In the same fluid moment, the statue's other hand grasped a hold of Eric's bleeding arm while releasing Godric. Eric gasped as he felt the stone tongue reach up to his wrist and begin to pull the life force out of him. He looked down at the frozen face before him just as the eyes flashed again. Suddenly he wasn't staring into smooth pools of blackness, two bright and aware eyes were staring back at him from the still-stone face. The glint of green iris' focused onto his icy blue ones. The whites were pulsing red around the edges in time to a growing heart beat.

Behind him Bill and Sookie had pulled Godric to a sitting position and had slashed a cut into Jason's arm at the fleshy inside of the elbow. Jason had his eyes screwed shut but was flexing and releasing his hand to pull more blood to the wound. Godric renewed after a few swallows of Jason's adrenaline filled blood. With a grateful look at the human, Godric drank one final mouthful, then ran his tongue over Jason's wound, it sealed instantly. Jason, a little off put by having a vampire lick the inside of his elbow, shook his arm and examined the now faint scar, backing slightly away from the other three, but none of them noticed as all focus had gone back to Eric and the statue.

Godric was up and stood before the throne facing his children, locked together.

"Myrina enough. Children come" he said, his voice soothing in the tense air. Eric looked up from his strained position, taking his eyes away from the hold of the statue. At that the black stone blinked and from the depths of the body a cry rose, spiraling out of the cold throat and shaking the whole statue. Her death cry from ages past came out, shattering her cage. Black stone gave way to alabaster skin and blue silk gown. Curls of chocolate hair that had stood rigid for millenniums bounced against shaking shoulder blades. The hand that was clasping Eric's wrist slid down over the gash and nestled itself in his large palm. He took the hand without question, walked to the side of the throne, now an opulent gold and blue masterpiece, gently he assisted her to stand and they stepped hand and hand towards their maker and knelt at his feet.

"Welcome home my child" Godric said, leaning over the girl, her wide eyes met his and a tremble started in her lower lip. He ran a gentle hand alongside her face, soothing the forewarning of tears. She inclined her head into his hand with a slight moan of yearning.

"How can you be so loving after all that has passed between us?" She asked fearfully, in perfect English. Godric smiled.

"I have had a while to dispel my anger, and I think you and I have both been punished enough for what happened back then. Let us savor that we are together again, not dwell on what was." With that Myrina leapt from her place on the floor into Godric's arms. he held her close, caressing her hair as if she were a child. It was an odd picture of monsterous tenderness, as Myrina had dried blood of both Godric and Eric staining her delicate features, and both Eric and Godric's hand's were tainted red. As the two held each other in a warm embrace Eric stayed on his knees before them, as still and as cold as if he were now the statue. Godric finally pulled himself back from Myrina and caught her face in both of his hands.

"There is another you owe a debt of gratitude to. Myrina, meet another member of our family, you brother you could say. My childe Eric." Godric looked proudly at the blonde vampire still on his knees. Myrina turned and gazed upon him as if seeing him for the time. She ran her tongue over her teeth, relishing the memory of a taste.

"The warrior blood, that was you." She stated "You taste of death and domination, a rather meaty combination I can see why Godric acquired you." her voice had a sight rumble to it, like a purr. Eric did not respond but held her gaze. Myrina released her arms from around Godric's neck. She stepped her left leg back and crossed her right leg over it, at the same time she brought her right hand sweeping up to touch her left shoulder, in this pose she fluidly made a deep and graceful bow before Eric, ducking her head at the end.

"My many thanks, noble brother. I am indebted to you for eternity." Eric took her chin in his thumb and forefinger and raised her head until she was looking at him.

"I believe I can think of some way you can repay me sooner than that." He said to her, a hint of delicious wickedness in his tone. She smiled at him challengingly, and both rose to their feet. Without another word the three vampires walked out of the room Myrina in the center, flanked on either side by the men.

Sookie turned to Bill "Well I didn't realize we had become invisible when she woke up. Can you believe that!?! Don't I deserve a debt of gratitude too?" Bill smiled lovingly at his fiery girl.

"I'm sure such a reunion caused the normal etiquette to be forgotten. Godric is as upstanding as our kind can be I'm sure he will not let your assistance to go unappreciated for long. Now please let's get out of this dungeon and home to bed" He grinned his own devilish grin at Sookie and all her temper deflated. She nodded her agreement and they headed for the door.

Jason, who had been watching the whole ordeal while leaning up against the wall playing with his new scar called out, "Hey!" jogging to catch up "I thought they said that statue lady couldn't speak English!"

AN: Here are the translations for the foreign terms in this chapter. I am not Swedish and do not speak Swedish (or Greek for that matter) and merely used an online translation site to help make these. So if anyone who is fluent in these languages reads these and they don't mean what I intend for them to mean, my apologies!

Translations:

Godric's password: Greek for Dark Princess

Eric's angry comment: You told me to. I always do what my maker tells me to.

Sookie's incantation: (I know the translation is in the story but just wanted to keep a complete list.) I speak for your Sire who is alive and well. Godric commands that you wake and join him

Godric's command to the statue: Drink Myrina. Drink to live, drink to know life.

Eric's curse: literal translation is "cock" the Swedish term they use as Americans use "Fuck"

Eric's command to the statue: Let him go you selfish bitch take me instead.