Script from foreverdreaming. com. I do not own True Blood, and I do think that everyone should own there very own Godric.

*Edit 11/1/2016


It really was nothing like coming home with Lafayette to watch stupid old movies, when he would drag her out of the bar by the back of her shirt. Pam grabbing her arm in a tight grip before she felt like she was flying when she dragged her a crossed the parking lot. Then she was dropped in a limo with the doors locked. She didn't see the other four for a while. She just sat in the car starring at a half full glass of a thick red liquid. She didn't try to break out of the car. It would have ended badly for her. She didn't know anything about these vampires, and she was Sookie. Her snookie wasn't Sookiesnookie. Her Granny would kill her if she was alive to hear about it.

She just sat there pulling Eric's jacket onto her arms instead of just drowning in it. She wasn't going to hang around vampires with bear shoulders. She wasn't that crazy, which she was seriously debating if she was because with everything that has happened she couldn't be sane.

She moved into a corner away from the door so she wouldn't be near them as they entered the car. She wanted to as far away as she could be. She didn't want her head bitten off, if it was possible, and with vampires everything is possible.

Millie just waited, glazing at the door in boredom for what felt like hours. Her spine had finally relaxed when the door snapped open. Her spine going erect as three blurs moved into the car and it started to move within seconds. Vampire speed was going to get on her nerves very fast if they kept doing that.

"So, Millie, you never answer my question. What did you see?" Eric said right in her ear, his arm slung around her shoulders. Millie squeaked and threw his arm off her. She pushed her body further away from him as he leaned forward closer and closer to her body. She didn't even notice Pam's arm falling where Eric's was.

"What's wrong? Seeing things?" Pam crackled from behind her. Millie blushed harder and moved back away from her. She was in a vampire pickle.

"N-no. I don't see them from…Vampires...please stop this." Millie squeaked as she pulled the jacket closer to her and towards her middle. It was the only thing between her and two very unfamiliar vampires. She wanted to be touched. It was a nagging need for her to find someone to touch her, but she had the sense that these weren't what she was looking for. It was like they were playing with her emotional state, and that wasn't okay.

Eric's smirk widen as he starred at her. "Answer my questions, and we might."

Pam laughed from behind her. Millie's eyes went to Bill who wasn't looking at her. He had his arms were crossed, his usually perfect posture slumped. He looked like a put out child. Why wasn't he helping her?

Eric snapped his fingers at her, making Millie jerk her eyes back to Eric's. His face lost his smirk and his eyes were more focused on her person. "He can't help you. You're mine now."Was she really dependent on Bill that much? Was she really that girl who was always looking for help?

Millie tightened her hold as her eyes shoot down to the ground, her hair covering her face from view. She didn't like how that sounded. Being so dependent that she had no control of what was going on around her. She can't even argue about being called Eric's. She was too scared after initial outburst back at Sam's. Mine. It showed very possessive and she knew for a fact she didn't want to be Eric's. Ginger's bitten joints were enough to starve any nice thoughts of him away before they started.

"W-what does that m-mean?" Millie stuttered out. She was too nervous to actually try to keep her voice even. She was too tired to do anything. This night was giving her more whiplash then her accidently crashing into Andy's car last year.

"It means I own you until I don't want you anymore." Eric's smirk was plastered to his face again as he starred at her. Millie was surprised her could even get into the limo with how tall he was. Though he did slump a little and his shoulders hunched just a tad to fit comfortably on the bench. "I answered your question now it's just plain rude to continue to ignore mine."

Millie looked up at him as Pam scooted closer to her left side. She had a weird little grin on her face.

"Pam, she's 16. Stop."Bill growled from a crossed the limo, right under the sliding mini doors that allow people to talk to the driver. Now he was helping after so long? He didn't put much effort into arguing with Pam. It was like he was half-assing at his attempts.

Pam smiled again as her finger a piece of Millie's long blonde hair in between her fingers. Millie would have been so excited if this was happening at any other time. This moment didn't call for her heart to beat in happiness and joy but fear and terror of what these vampires could do to her and make it look like an accident. This isn't the touch she wanted.

"She's my maker's, I get some rights to her." Pam smiled but moved away from her anyway. Millie was not okay with what she just said. What was she planning to do to her?

Millie turned her head away from Pam and came nose to nose to Eric. "I grow impatient, Millie. Is that even your real name?"

Millie pulled her head back and almost bumped into Pam again. Her face a bright red again. She wasn't used to being this close to people. She was the weird girl of the school that split down the middle like she had the plague.

She wetted her lips as she started. "It's Camilla. Camilla Delahoussaye. Pleasure ta meet ya." Polite just like her Granny taught her. She always said that it may come in hand to be polite. She was just lucky she had enough wits about her that she could actually remember her Granny's lessons. She didn't know how they would react to her yelling, "Bitch, please! Get me out of this fucking car, before I go all crazy on ya!" Courtesy of Lafayette's influence.

"Dear God. Her voice is going to give a cavity with all that sugary sweetness." Pam grunted as she slumped against the seat rest. Millie's face pulled into a frown as she stared at the female vampire. Was there something wrong with her voice? No one ever insulted her voice before, sure her shoes, but never her voice. Was it even an insult? She was taking it as an insult.

"Focus please Camilla – "

"Millie, please. No one's called me Camilla in years."Millie snapped her mouth shut before anything else could escape. She really hoped he didn't follow through with that treat. Was it right to correct vampires?

"…Millie," Eric nodded his head, "Explain what you saw."He didn't seem bothered by it. It was almost like he approved of her speaking out, which confused her. Bill always said to stay quiet around vampires, and try not to draw attention.

That brings up the matter of her actually trusting Bill. After Fangtasia, and learning he knew her secret? He never said a word to her that Sookie spilled her most vile secret was not what she calls friendship. She needed to rethink everything about Bill, but not now. Now she had to deal with two blonde vampires trying to get to spill her beans.

Millie dropped her hands to her lap, letting the jacket fall open. She never actually explained it before. No one asked her to. All they cared to know was, "Touch her and she'll scream bloody murder", and that was it.

"My patience wears thin, Millie." Eric snapped from next to her. Her whole entire body jerked as she looked at him and then back down at her lap.

"I-I've never done this before, never asked before. They've just knew." Millie bit her lip as tried to hide behind her hair again.

"Just try."

Millie nodded and picked her thumb nail with the other. She barely did it. She thought she lost that habit in middle school. "I call them Home Movies."

Eric leaned forward his forearms on his knees as his face came closer to hers. His tall lean body seemingly bending impossibly forward. "Continue."

Millie nodded as she kept playing with her thumb nails. "Sometimes it's just flashes like Sookie, but I barely get them without touching people. Sometimes it's happy and it's barely a second long. Other times their subconscious snags me, it fills the blank spots in a person's head. You can misinterpret a lot with not hearing words. The pictures are what my mind catches. I get pulled into very dark places by good people and bad people. Stuff that I wish I've never seen. Stuff I wish I could erase from my brain for eternity a lot that goes on in ty but I can't." Millie stopped, as she thought about it. "A lot of it…a lot of it... you've probably seen through your years, but what I should have seen in such modern times."

Eric opened his mouth to say something but shut it as the car stopped moving and the driver calling back to them, "We're here." Millie just leaned her shoulder's further into herself as she saw the looks that past over all three of the vampires' faces.

Something big was going to happen. All of them were weary and stressed. They really didn't want to be here. Pam and Eric were less stressed than Bill. Bill looked like he was being sent to his death…or true death? Millie didn't actually listen to Sookie's conversation with Bill about that.

Eric leaned towards the window, seeing whatever he wanted and looked at her. His eyes just barely scrapped over her before going to Pam in that silent talk of theirs. She wished she could do that with someone. Eric and Pam must be very close. Being vampires they could have been together for years and years. They were really lucky, and she was just the devil in disguise.

Eric grabbed something and threw it at her lap. "Here watch something while we do our business."

"What kind of business?" Millie asked. She was too tired to watch her mouth, even if it might get her killed one of these days. She just wanted to go to Sookie's and lay her head on her pillow and sleep for a long while. She's been awake for more than twenty four hours and it was killing her slowly and painfully. She needed to recharge her battery badly.

Eric stepped out of the car after Pam. He took a quick look at her before smirking that irritating smirk of his, "Vampire business. Watch cartoons or something, kid."

Then he slammed the limo's door and left her all alone. Alone like she always was, never having anyone to call hers, and no one to say she was theirs. Not in the way Eric did. No she wanted a special person to do it and actually mean it with the utmost emotion possible. God, she feels so depressed now.

Millie puffed out her cheeks as she starred at the remote in her hands. She wasn't a kid. She hasn't been for a very long time, and the way Eric talked to made her feel like five years old again. She didn't need him to tell her everything to do. She can control her own life perfectly fine. She didn't need anyone…even if she wanted someone.

She clicked the remote on and it instantly went to the news. Just because he told her to do it didn't mean it was why she did it. She just wanted to see what was on Television. She was not doing it because Eric told her to. She wasn't.

"Tonight we have a new vampire with us to try a new experiment with the American Vampire League. A little Q and A session to be exact."The anchor, Erica, tried to smile but it looked rather forced to Millie like she was being held by gun point. The Anchor almost seemed to be dreading what was about to become of whatever they were doing.

"Never trust a vampire! They're ungodly creatures! Anything he's going to say will be an absolute lie." The Reverend, Mr. Steve Newlin, shouted. The subtitle under him saying something about the Fellowship of the Sun but Millie wasn't really paying attention. She was more on the vampire side of the screen.

He wasn't really reacting to what the Reverend was saying. His face was blank as ever as he stared out at the audience watching the TV. His face almost the exact same blank look as Eric's with those pale green eyes; hiding something. He was weird, to say the least, but not in a bad way. He was something new in a sea of old, which is probably ironic since he was a vampire older than dirt.

"Yes…as I was saying out new vampire representative is Mr. GodricGaul."TheReverend rolled his eyes as the anchor woman spoke to Mr. Gaul. Millie rubbed her hands over his face. Mr. Newlin was acting so much like a child.

"Yes how has the night air been? Is it as good as the sun? Does it burn?"Millie choked on her spit. How in the hell was he getting away with that? Bluntly disrespecting someone like that was just plain horrible, even if said person was a vampire. Her Granny raised her to always be polite no matter what is going on.

Mr. Gaul tilted his head slightly. His mouth twitched just a little into a frown, and his eyes sharpened just a bit. He didn't seem to like Mr. Newlin's words. "I am well, thank you for your consideration, Erica." Millie's eye twitched asErica's cheeks turned red. Vampires made people blush through cameras. Interesting.

"Well thank you, Mr. Gaul. Tonight we are taking calls from the viewers to start the debate out."

Millie shot up. They could do that? She just thought they had people come up with questions and not even bothers with the public. Every time she even saw these debate's never was the viewers even mentioned. What was going on? Something was up and Millie was interested. Millie watched as Erica pulled up the first caller. It was just a continuous scream of, "PRAY TO JESUS, SATAN!"

Caller after caller of Fellowship followers and just horrible perverted questions were what Mr. Gaul got. He didn't even give them answers. The Reverend was literally being praised on Television while the Vampire just sat and took any digs given. Mr. Godric Gaul's face just got grimmer and grimmer as his lips turned downward with displeasure.

She was getting tired of watching Erica getting prank calls and commercials' taking over more time the usual on the channel. It was completely ignorant of the people. They were not only making themselves appear stupid, but making themselves appear like inbred idiots on National Television.

Millie shook her head. Her eyes caught something shiny on arm rest. It was a built in phone. The plastic seemed to be a beacon to her with its gleaming black shine of plastic.

They wouldn't be able to tell it was her. No one would. She would be able to ask her questions without being starred down at by Eric, Pam or even possibly Bill. The fear of even trying made her gut turn. This could be her one way to get answers without vampires intimidating her. She didn't have to talk face to face to a person and could still get what she wanted. It almost seemed like it was a chance for Millie to actually grasp at something in her life and actually control it. No one was here to tell her no. Control was something that she desperately needed at this moment in time, especially since it was all but taken away from her in the last 24 hours.

Millie dialed the phone number at the bottom off the screen. If this was the start of her taking control of her life and not being pushed into things by her family and possible in the future vampires…so be it. She just wanted s piece of control and this was giving it to her.

She watched as Erica press the button on her machine not on the screen and another ignorant comment being said before Erica shutting it down once more.

"I am sorry to say this next call will be our last. Please state you name." Millie heard at the other side of the phone as she starred at Erica speaking.

"Hi. I'm Millie." She said as she heard her voice on the TV. Her country twang thick and a higher pitch then most. She really didn't understand what Pam was talking about. She sounded normal enough.

"Miss Millie…?" Ericatried to get her to say her last name but Millie ignored it in favor of starring at the Vampire on TV in the limo. She probably shouldn't have even used her name, but at least it was only her nickname. She did know enough not to say her last name for the whole public to figure out who it was behind the phone. She didn't need the attention.

"Sorry, I just have a small question for Mr. Gaul."

Mr. Gaul's eyebrows shot up as she talked. His head titling just enough that reminded her of a puppy dog. He seemed interested enough. The whole night he has been listening to people who just wanted to drag him through the mud, and fangbangers that thought it was funny to try and get his number while on air.

"Yes, Miss Millie?" Mr. Gaul drawled out like he was bored with the whole thing, which completely contradicted that little spark in his eyes. Not one single question was for him even if he got a lot of hateful calls, and now her call came in specifically for him. It was probably the only entertainment he'll get from this whole thing.

"I recently have come to know some vampires in my town, and I just need some dictionary help."

Mr. Gaul nodded his head as Millie continued, "So I was wondering… about claiming people…"

Godric's back shot up right as he tried to stay calm. "Claiming is very complicated. For a human it could mean many things, and for vampires one."

Millie raised her eyebrows, "And that is?"

"The human is their responsibility for however long they are…together." Mr. Gaul said carefully, his eyebrows coming over his eyes in concentration.

"What about human and vampire relationships. My friend and her boyfriend, a vampire, have been going at it for a while. Do you think they have a chance-"

"An honest monogamous relationship?" Mr. Gaul asked his eyebrow's flying higher as the Reverend scoffed. Whispers were heard everywhere behind the screen. The Reverent did nothing to quiet his side, and Erica side quieted on its own. It was Mr. Gaul that actually snapped his finger to make everyone be silent on his side of cameras, even whispering a few harsh words to quiet them. They must have respected him greatly because the shut up in less than 5 seconds.

"Yes, Sir! I was wondering if you knew the odds that they could make it. They seem so…so.."

"Smitten?"

"Yes! I really am hoping for them and I just want an outsider point of view that wasn't human, sorry Reverend." Millie snipped at the end when the Reverend tried to cut in. She really didn't care for him. People who said such harsh thing about others wasn't Christian…at least that's what Granny told her.

Mr. Gaul's eyebrows came back down to their regular spot, and his head going straight again. There was an actual spark in his eyes that made Millie relieved. She was scared Bill was the only one who had it. That spark that showed more interest in other things that didn't have to do with sex, blood, or…other things vampires did and Millie probably didn't want to know about.

"I am truly unsure, Miss Millie. I have never heard of something like this happening before. Yes, a few vampires have kept close human companions, but they always had…relations with more than one person."

Millie lost the smile she was trying to hold back. Was Sookie doomed? Was she doomed to not only have humans avoided her the rest of her life, and vampires never being able to fully commit? "So does that mean they won't make it?"

Mr. Gaul shook his head once before looking back at the camera. "Not necessarily. If the both are committed just like regular two human relationships, I am…sure that they can make it. Why is it that you are truly this interested?"

Millie held her breath as the line went quiet. She didn't know what to do. She could answer that. "Um, it's nothin' important! Thank you so much!" She slammed the phone back in place.

She shouldn't have called. It wasn't right. She shouldn't get involved with these kind of things. It wasn't her problem it was Sookie's. Millie watched as the Vampire blink in surprise as he starred at the camera.

Millie sighed again as she sank into the Limo's seating. She really didn't want talk about the real reasons for asking about vampire-human relationships. She rolled her neck and rubbed as the base of it, closing her eyes. She was going to try and rest her eyes.

That idea flew out the window when the Limo's door slammed open.


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