AN: Well I am back and this is another chapter. As for the BF situation, things are still kinda sad, but I am feeling so much better. Thank you to all you well wishers out there. As for this story thank you all for your reviews, story alerts, and story favorites. I am feeling very loved right now and I could tell you have much I appreciate the affection.

I'm afraid this chapter raises a few more questions so please keep reading and I love to hear what you guys think.

Sight in the Dark

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I lingered in the halls for awhile, not wanting to go to bed just yet. The final prayers were over and all of the hall lamps were extinguished for the night. Two days had passed since I last saw AuLait and I missed her.
It pleased me to see that she had a friend to keep her company in the vampire's horse. The vampire, I thought as I fed the two horses some carrots I took form the garden earlier. I didn't even know his name, or exactly how old he was, but I did know that he was certainly an appealing character, and very agreeable to the eyes. As I thought about the recent events I could feel my heart do somersaults and my stomach fill with butterflies.

I never thought I could be so giddy around a person who wasn't Father Godric. And I thought I would faint when he first opened the door barely dressed and standing tall like those Greek sculpting I'd read about in one of those books in the library. The way he lunged at me, and the way he pinned me to the dresser should have scared me but I only felt a warm sensation spread throughout my body. He was so enraged and yet when his eyes met mine there was something of genuine admiration in them.

I could not blame him for being so callous with me, he was a vampire after all and in a very vulnerable state. He must have felt that I might see him as weak, but that was the furthest thing from the truth.
In my eyes he was perfect. Everything about him made me feel. . . different. Even when his icy blue eyes looked me up and down I could feel a strong roar building up inside of me. I felt like a woman capable of many things, instead of some nun. At that moment, being trapped by him was the most exhilarating experience.

Was this wrong of me?

Once all the carrots were gone, I turned my back to the horses and took a seat on the stable floor.

Was it wrong for me to be happy that this man made me fell different? And when I reached out to him unable to read is thoughts I thought I entered into some kind of magical dreamland. His mind was much like Father Godric's and that seemed odd, but in truth I truly enjoyed the silence.
At one point he turned a hard stern gaze on me and a pressure began to pound in my brain. I wanted to leave but instead I stayed. That surprised him at first. The book that Father Godric gave me said that vampires possessed many super natural powers and glamor, which was some form of bewitchment, was one of them. I figured that he was trying to glamor me into leaving him. . . but it didn't work.

"What the hell is she doing here," the the thoughts of one of the groundsmen came nearby. I immediately stood to my feet and pressed my back to the stable wall. The convent housed three groundsmen who tended to the estate, and this man was one of bigger ones. He stepped out from the shadows, and his sage eyes scanned over me.

"Good evening sister," came his throaty greeting. His voice was gruff, much like his appearance. He wore the plain long sleeved tee shirt and sweat pants like the other groundsmen, but he let his beard grow wildly. I never thought a man could look pleasant and unruly all at the same time. His dark hair was messy and wet.

I bowed my head to him and straightened my posture, because perched up against a wall made me look guilty- - which I wasn't. "Good evening Mr. Herveaux"

"You know you really shouldn't be out here alone," he warned. His accent had a smooth drawl that I had never heard before. "The hour of complin is over and it's against convention for sisters to be out at this time of night." He stood in front of me then, and was getting so close that I thought he might grab my arm and drag me back to my cell. He even spoke to me in a disciplinary tone. I did not appreciate it one bit. I wanted to reply severely and tell him that I knew better then him what hour it was, and I did not care that it was not likely for me to be out.

"Well," I said as I faced the horses, "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I might visit with AuLait for a while." As least it was partly true. The hoses came over to me and I petted both of them.

I could hear him let out a heavy sigh as he joined me with the horses. He smoothed AuLait's mane and from my peripheral I could sense him looking at me over his shoulder.

"Beautiful," his one word thoughts came rushing to me. Whenever he or Mr. Quinn were around their thoughts were far away. And what little I did hear was often not enough to know what was really going on in their minds. It was as though their thoughts were running from a faraway place, and by the time they got to me all I got was. . . beautiful.

"How's our guest doing," he asked finally turning his attentions back to the horses.

"He is still resting," I lied. There was no need to reveal too much. I almost forgot that he was the one who brought him in that night.

"Oh," he grunted.

As he stood next to me I could sense vibes from him. Occasionally I would hear Sweet. . . cute. . . keep her safe, but they were drawn out by tinges of red and images of wolves. My eyes were itching to look over at him, just to see his expression but I resisted by clearing my throat.

"Well I will retire for the evening," I began to make my leave of him when I felt a hard grip on my arm.

"Wait," he said. "Can't let you leave like this," his thoughts were clearer and the tinges of red became brighter. My mind was humming with an odd energy when he touched me. I could see images of him running naked in the woods- - MY WOODS! I jerked my arm off, if only to stop the images.

"I'm sorry," he contented as he stepped back from me. "I just want to apologize for being so harsh, it's just that Father Godric has strict orders where you're concerned. I just want you to be safe, and I don't think he would appreciate you being out late at night. Not to mention, that Mother Superior of yours."

"I understand Mr. Herveaux," was my reply, "and thank you for your concern." He was always so kind to me. Sometimes when Mr. Quinn and he were together, their thoughts seemed to mirror each others, like they were thinking along the same things. I couldn't know what was so beautiful about me, but I did appreciate their kind thoughts.

"You're very welcome sister," he said shoving his hands in his pocket.

"Good night sir."

"Night sister."

Turning on my heels I scurried back to the convent as quickly and as discreetly as possible.

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Godric left and I was on my own. There was no real need to feed for the night since the blood was there for me. I thought to go out and inspect the woods for revenge, but there were more interesting things on my mind. Things like the very lovely if somewhat awkward Sister Sookie. I left the tiny room in search of her.

Along the way I noticed the convent was vampire friendly, as there were no window or openings for sunlight during the day, not that it mattered for Godric anymore.
That still left a big question mark in mind, and looking at things from a broader perspective, I had to say there were so many questions popping into my mind. As for Godric's change, I knew that the young nun and my Valkyrie had something to do with it.

Walking around the depressing structure, I counted at least ten cells, a kitchen, a dining room, a grand hall, and a chapel. The halls were dark and quite, so I figured everyone turned in for the night. I took in a deep breath tasting the air for her scent, it was funny how distinct it was from others. It was raw, untouched, and exotic and I easily followed the scent outside to a stable. There were many horses all around but only two had her scent and another fowl sent that was a little to familiar for my liking.

"Were," I thought . . .and more then one. I had to come back and investigate. She was not near so I continued the trail which led me to the only illuminated balcony on the second story.

I could not see her, but I did sense her presence. Right as I was about to dive into the air for a better view, she came out wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around her. I knew she'd be a vision under those heavy drape things she wore. I was out of sight, but she must have been aware of my presence because she was looking around- - almost scanning the area for signs of life.
When she found none she held onto the rails as she stared out to the night sky. I had half a mind to scare her but a soft breeze floated by pushing her scent to me. I looked on as she spread her arms out feeling the wind as it passed around her. Her face was bright with happiness and at that moment she looked unearthly. I couldn't imagine how someone like her could end up in conservative and secluded place like this. There was too much life in her.

When the breeze ceased, she backed out of the balcony into her room and I shot up in the sky only to touched down on the very spot she stood. Peaking pass the curtains I could see her still wrapped in that towel searching the top drawer of her dresser. When she found what she was looking for, she disappeared into the bathroom. When the shower cut on, I slipped through the threshold to enter the cell.

Her scent was strongest there and alluring, except for that pesky were scent. The habit she wore laid in the corner on a chair, so I took it and sniffed it. The scent I found there enraged me because it was from one of my drainers. I began to snoop, hoping I could find something that would offer some insight as to what was going on. Her room was just as plain as the one I awoke in, with the same furnishings, minus the tapestries. On the night stand closest to the door, there were three books and a beaded necklace much like the one I saw in Godric's hand. One of the books looked familiar so I took it and thumbed through it.

"When I look at the moon I see many splendid things, but they do not comfort me. They only remind me of my present state. This night, the moon is full and all I see are shadows and whispers of what passed throughout the day, with hints of what tomorrow's day may bring. I shall never know of these things, for I am left to dwell in the night."

I could recognize Godric's writing anywhere, and I felt a bit enraged that she was reading his most personal thoughts. Out of anger, and maybe jealousy I set the journal into my pocket. Of the other two books, one I recognized as a bible and the other was a book on vampires. There was no time to think of that because my favorite fragrance came pouring out from behind the bathroom door. My Valkyrie was aroused, and very much so if the salty scent was any indication. I was at the door in an instant taking it all in. What was she doing in there?

The door flew open after a few moments and she was dressed in a pale pink gown went pass her knees.

"That is much better," I said and was greeted with a yelp and a fist to my chest in return. I did not feel a thing, she on the other hand howled in pain as she leaned back on the wall with her arm clutched to her chest. She hurt herself and this alarmed me more then it should.

"You'll have to forgive me," I said stepping closer to her. "Had I known you'd resort to violence I would have- -"

"Would have what," she cut me off defiantly. I could see now that she was scowling at me. "First off, you startled me and secondly, something tells me that you would have done the same thing anyway."

Resisting a smile at that point was useless. Was I that transparent? "Perhaps you're right," I agreed holding my hand out for hers.

She looked unsure of me at first but after what I assumed was careful analysis she placed her hand in mine. Her touch was warm and I could hear her heart rate pick up. I chanced a glance at her and found that her eyes were closed and she had the most pleasant expression on her face. Like she was experiencing something for the first time. So damn strange, this girl was.

Her tiny hand was still in mine so I ran my thumb over the tiny knuckles. Her arousal increased and so did her breathing. If she could get worked up over a simple touch, I wondered how she would react to something even more intimate. I wondered if Godric knew how easily aroused she could get. There was something arising inside of me and I could not say that it would remain dormant for long; so I focused on her pain to keep the savage at bay. When I extended her fingers she winced a little.

"You only bruised it," I said guiding her fingers into an open and close motion. Much to my chagrin, she took her hand from mine when I was done. Setting her hand behind her back, she looked off avoiding my gaze.
Did she not realize how adorable she was? I was having a hard time figuring her out. Was she this shy, innocent and gentle creature, or was she this lusty wild spirit that threw punches when something took her by surprise? It didn't matter, she as enchanting either way.

I caught her eying me again. "Are you feeling better," she asked me.

"Much better," I said lifting the shirt so she could see my torso for visual proof. Godric told me that she took care of me and was by my side the past two nights since I'd been here.

"Oh," she said after only glancing briefly at my torso. "I'm glad." She stepped away from me and went to her bed. I was in front of her again in that same instant. She was trembling but I could sense that it wasn't from fear entirely. I did not wish to make her frightened of me, on the contrary I had developed an affinity towards her, but I didn't feel it was smart to show her that. . . ever. "Are you going to drink my blood," she inquired weakly.

"No," I informed her as my hand rested on the crook of her neck and shoulder. My thumb caressed the delicate vein feeling it pulse rapidly beneath. I realized that doing that would not make her believe that I wouldn't drink her blood but I couldn't resist it touching her. She was intoxicating, and being around her made me want to put my hands all over her."What are you," I asked mystified by the pull she had on me. No human could ever captivate me the way she did, and she was not even doing anything.

"I'm a nun. My name is Sister Sookie," she answered. Her eyes did not dare to look away from mine. "What's your name?"

"Eric Northman," I replied. "I've come here to thank you Sookie."

Her expression softened at this admission.

"You didn't have to do, but you saved me and I owe you my life."

She was going to say something but stopped suddendly.

I could hear it! Someone was approaching her room. I thought to tell her so, but she knew better then me; for she pushed away from me. She was looking pass me and her pale eyes were darting about the room like she was listening to something. I only heard a heartbeat and approaching footsteps.

"It's Mother Superior," she warned.

I remember Godric mentioning something about this Mother Superior to her earlier but. . . "How do you- -,"

"There is no time for explanations," she cut me off. "You must leave NOW!"

She pushed me towards the balcony door and when I didn't go along with it she sighed in defeat.

"Mr Northman,"she pleaded. "I'm in enough trouble as it is." I watched as she scurried to the habit in the chair. "If anyone were to find you in my cell, I would face grave punishment." She went into the bathroom with the habit.

I figured that her knowing that someone was coming was a "woman's intuition" thing, but to know exactly who was. . . not human. I said she was my Valkyrie because she pleaded for my life and saved me, but could she really be an angel? I needed answers but now was not the time. She was in trouble and I did not want to cause her more, so I made my exit of her cell through the balcony door.

That is when I sensed it again, that foul smell that seemed so familiar from the stables and her habit. . . and somewhere else. I looked out into the night and saw two piercing eyes staring up at me from the spot I stood moments ago. I knew then where I recognized the scent from.

Revenge was a sweet thing and I felt my fangs drop in agreement. I gave a low growl before lunging myself at the figure.

An: Oh no no no! Mother Superior, revenge... a bunch of other things. Please keep reading and reviewing. Thank you all again for your support. I love you all!

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