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Whoa, thank you all so much. I wasn't expecting such encouragement and support. I haven't written FF much before, so I get terrified to update. I do hope I've managed to keep the characters in character despite it all. Hope you enjoy this one and that it doesn't come as a let-down.

Chapter 3

As awareness of my surroundings slowly settled in, I realized everybody in the room had been watching what had gone down between me, Bill's maker Lorena, and Godric.

My grandmother had always said that the most impolite thing you could ever do, was enter somebody's home and cause a big drama in front of everybody. Hadn't I just gone and done that?

I felt terrible. My heart was hurting, and there was this big lump in my throat. I felt like bawling over Bill, over what had just happened. And, to top it all off, I now felt guilty by causing such a loud ruckus in Godric's home.

Godric was standing beside me, and I realized what I should do then. I should go back to the hotel. At least then, I could grieve over Bill in private. That way, also people would quit staring at me.

Honestly, I just wanted this all to be over and done with. I just wanted to go home, back to Bon Temps, where I could be alone and be free to be upset about Bill and his maker Lorena all on my own.

I sucked in a deep breath, tightening my arms around my stomach. "I'm so sorry for making such drama in your home," I said shamefully to Godric, though even speaking required a lot of effort. "I think what I ought to do is leave. My grandmother used to always say that its impolite to-"

"- You will stay," Godric interjected, his voice quiet but still with all the firmness of a vampire that expected to get his own way. "What happened, it is not your fault. Your vampire has shown his true colors, which is that he is little more than that of a fool. You are a welcome guest in my nest. Should you leave, as I am the one in authority here, I shall consider it an insult."

I laughed, though something told me he wasn't teasing. He didn't seem one to joke. "Then the last thing I'd wanna do is insult you."

I supposed I couldn't argue with that. And with a vampire that was clearly as old and powerful as Godric was, why would you kid yourself into trying?

"I'm just not so sure I'm gonna be able to be a very good house guest," I admitted, with a forced laugh. "But I'll try," I added weakly after a moment.

He nodded once, seemingly satisfied with my response. Then he reluctantly moved back towards his chair in the center of the room. When he sat back down, folding his hands down in his lap, his eyes remained on me again. I noticed he no longer seemed sad anymore; There was a bit of light there back in his eyes, a shining contentment. It seemed to me that he was almost expecting something from me, though.

I wasn't sure what that something was, or whether I was meant to bow my head at him in gratitude for rescuing me once again from trouble; First from Gabe down in the Fellowships basement, and now, from Bill's vindictive maker Lorena.

I sighed heavily, turning away. To my relief, everyone had seemed to pay me no more mind, instead starting to talk to each other again and forgetting all about what had happened before their eyes. Jason was standing alone, and he was watching me, somewhat sadly. I guess Jason was feeling real sorry for me. No doubt, he'd have overheard what had went on between me and Bill. I forced a smile at him, just to reassure him, then I glanced away again.

I couldn't help comparing Godric to the other vampires in the room. When I glanced his way again, I noticed how paler he was compared to all the others. The dark hair and the dark eyebrows just only served to make him look deathly white. His cheeks were caved in, he had little color to his lips, and it dawned onto me that he was probably starving.

I'd overheard his conversations with Eric, and he had apparently lost his taste for blood and his appetite for feeding. Maybe that was why he hardly ever raised his voice in all the times he had spoken to anyone? Because he no longer had enough energy for it, because he had been starving himself for that long? If so, it was tragic.

I'd read somewhere that that's what depression can sometimes do to you; Make you no longer have an appetite, effect your body in strange ways. I'd never felt depressed myself, fortunately. But maybe that was what he was going through? It was impossible to know.

Maybe he'd been living for so long that he had grown tired of it?

Eric was around a thousand years old, yet his sense of power was somehow duller and muted compared to Godric's. No doubt, Godric would have had to be an older vampire than a thousand years, if he had been the one responsible for making Eric into the vampire he was today. If so, who could blame him for getting tired of sticking around for that such a lengthy amount of time? I know I certainly would have.

"You all right, sis?" Jason's comforting voice tore through my thoughts, and when I turned to look at him, I found he was standing right by me. His question almost very nearly pushed me over the edge into weeping, but I composed myself.

"Honestly? No, I'm not, Jason," I admitted quietly. "I think I just want to go home. Everything with Bill tonight, its just ended up being a big screw-up. I don't know what to think."

"He's an asshole, Sook," Jason said angrily, and for once, I agreed with him. Who would have thought it? My opinion changing of Bill so rapidly.

Usually, if anyone dared to think any bad thought about Bill, I'd be first in line defending him. Now, I felt too heartbroken and drained to even bother. Why would I rush to defend Bill when he was the one that had made me feel this way, him and his maker Lorena?

All I knew, was that Bill and I were finished. I wasn't sure what would happen once we got back home to Bon Temps, or if he would try to see me again and try to plead with me against us ending our relationship. All I knew, was that it was too late, and he had hurt me too much that I felt things could never return to how they were.

I wiped my eyes quickly before looking in Godric's direction again. He was no longer alone; Eric was with him, kneeling beside him. Godric was saying something to Eric that was too low for me to hear, but I saw confusion flicker across Eric's face before he lifted his head and looked in my direction briefly. My stomach clenched. Were they talking about me? Discussing something that had to do with me?

For some reason, I had this inkling that perhaps they were. Godric peered in my direction too before muttering something again in Eric's ear, and as Eric stood to his full six-foot-something height, I noticed he was coming straight into my direction. My eyes flickered to Godric again, and his eyes met mine. He licked his lips, moistening them with a quick sweep of his tongue, and I thought I saw a glimpse of his fangs below his top lip.

It was the first time I'd seen his fangs extended for the full night, I thought.

Eric gave my brother a pointed look and Jason received the message loud and clear, moving away to give us some privacy quickly. I had no idea what was going to happen in the next second or so, or what both Eric or his maker had wanted from me. The fact that I didn't, it made my body tense up and my stomach knot in trepidation.

"I've just had a conversation with Godric, and he wishes to have you for the night." Eric sounded nothing else but hopeful, hopeful that I'd agree willingly to it, to do whatever it took to make Godric feel better. The way he stood, towering over me so close, it also told me that he was open to intimidating me if he thought it was necessary. My brain worked a mile a minute as I tried to process that in.

"Have me?" I whispered, shaking my head.

Eric sighed loudly. "Yes, have you. He hasn't fed in an extremely long time. The other human I had arranged for him isn't to his palate. He wishes for you instead."

I felt as though someone had socked me in the stomach, I was that surprised. While I felt sympathy for Godric and, not to mention, a strange appreciation for him due to him coming to my aid all those times, I wasn't expecting him to make a request for me to feed him and give him my blood for the night.

I glanced Godric's way again, swallowing dryly. His look was almost desperately imploring and it occurred to me then that Eric wasn't just having one over me; Godric actually truly did want me to feed him for the evening. What I assumed had been correct then; Godric was starving, and he had better have some blood, whether it be from me or someone else more experienced at this. A part of me wanted to know what it would be like to get fed off by him, and another part of me... was terrified.

"But this wasn't part of my job description," I said to Eric, trying to keep my voice level. I hated the obvious fear in it, the reluctance. "My job was to come to Dallas and hopefully, to help find your missing sheriff. And I did that, didn't I? Nothing was said in that about me having to offer myself to him to feed from?"

It wasn't so much that I didn't want to do it; I was more so daunted at the prospect of having to feed someone as ancient and powerful as Godric no doubt was. Not once did I ever think this would happen, where he would end up wanting a taste of me.

Irritation flared in Eric's eyes and his jaw clenched. So did his big hands at his sides.

"Okay, so... if I do this, what's in it for me?" I asked hurriedly, to placate him. "Am I gonna get a bonus for providing myself as a meal as well and risking my neck to stop him from starving?"

For a very long time, in the Stackhouse household, we had been having trouble getting by and making a living. I was going to take every cent that I could get, despite how insensitive it may have made me seem.

"Fine. I'll give you another grand if you do this for me?"

"Two," I bargained. Eric's eyebrow rose at me in question. I shrugged. "I've still got to get my driveway fixed."

"Two then," Eric agreed, then he waved an arm towards where his maker was sitting, waiting, letting me know that now we had come to an agreement, it was now my turn to do my part to fulfill it.

With a deep breath sucked in, I went to make a start towards Godric. A hand caught me by the shoulder, pulling me back.

When I glanced up, it was Eric again.

"Know that I appreciate this," he said solemnly. "My maker hasn't been himself at all tonight, apart from a few minutes ago when he requested to feed from you. He said he surrendered himself to the Fellowship out of his own will," Eric added in a growl. "What blasphemy!" Eric clearly couldn't see that his maker was suffering and that he had probably felt tired of living, like I could. It came as no surprise to me that Godric would have surrendered himself willingly, and that made it heartbreaking of all.

I smiled sympathetically. "I understand. Godric's your maker, and you care an awful lot about him. You'd do literally anything in your power to help him, even if it means trying to get me to make him feel better by feeding him. I get that."

And maybe, deep down inside, I would have liked to help Godric as well? After all, hadn't he saved me not once, but twice tonight? I figured that- though, as scary and painful as this was bound to be- that it was my turn to extend the courtesy back to him.

Godric's grey eyes raked down my clothes and back up to my face again as I approached him. A small smile touched his mouth, showing dimples around it.

It was bound to look funny; me offering myself to him especially when he looked no more than seventeen to eighteen physically while I was in my middle twenties. But regardless of how young he looked in age physically, he was still extremely handsome in a boyish way. After he fed from me and his complexion became ruddier with more color, I bet he would be ten times handsomer than he looked thus far.

I had no idea how to approach this, or what to say or do. Should I have just sat on his lap and said, "Go right ahead!" Or should I ask him whether we could go somewhere else for a little more privacy to ourselves?

Bill and I had always done it in private, in the bedroom. Honestly, I liked it better that way. I was one for keeping her discretion and doing things like this behind closed doors.

"Um, would there be somewhere else we could go? Preferably where its quiet with no one around to watch?" I asked uncertainly as I stood before him.

"Yes, if you insist." He stood and offered a hand out to me. I hesitated before taking it, his pale fingers curling around mine tightly, and he led me out of the room. While his hand was every bit as cold as Bill's had been, I noticed his nail-beds were purple-tinged, unlike Bill's had been. I wondered if starvation did that to a vampire. I caught Jason's astonished expression as I passed, and also his thoughts. He thought the whole thing was hilarious. "I am sorry for making you have to do this," Godric added, his voice hesitant, soft. "You have seemed to whet my palate in a way that I have neither felt nor experienced in quite some time."

I didn't have a clue what to say in response to that, so I simply smiled sheepishly. What could you say, really?

"Are you hurting due to your vampire?" he asked curiously, and when I glanced his way again, I discovered he was watching me. He was trying to understand. I could see that there wasn't much point in lying or hiding it to myself. Being truthful with him wouldn't hurt.

"I am," I admitted slowly. "He... he's broken my heart and I've never felt this way before."

Godric's face fell as he turned towards me, his eyes searching my face. He had led me into another room- a room that looked like someone's office. A fireplace was going and crackling away in the corner. I was relieved there was no one there to watch us or overhear us.

"You will soon forget him," he said, his voice confident on that. "You are his human no longer."

His eyes dropped down lower to a spot below my ear, and I watched as he swallowed audibly, the muscles in his throat twitching. He seemed to be mesmerized by my neck, and he probably was; Abstaining from feeding for so long had probably made him impatient. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, then his lips parted as he exhaled the air out again. His fangs were still there, glistening.

"You will be my human, will you not?" The firm words were so unexpected from him that I gasped out loud. He wasn't so much asking, I noticed, as he was telling. I didn't know how to feel about that at all, to be honest. "Yes," he agreed, almost talking to himself, his voice going deeper, determined. His eyes returned to my face, devouring every inch of it, and I saw the light in them, the glistening hunger. He licked his lips, as he finished resolutely, "Yes, you shall be. And you will."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this one? Also, I really do hope I've managed to keep everyone in character despite the changes haha. TY so much for your alerts and reviews, they mean the world. Ideas and suggestions on what you want to happen in the story are welcome. :) They'll talk more next chapter, it won't be an attraction simply due to Sookie's scent, etc. x