Chapter 4
I must confess that I did not know where to go next. But the way I figure Eric is making plans and heading back to Shreveport to plan Bill punishment and demise. So I'm going to focus on Godric and Sookie for this chapter. I might do Sookie's pov in a later Chapter, I don't know. I changed who killed Eric's family and had that event solved. I am sticking to the Sophie-Ann idea and making an all out fight. I am not however using the fae thing. I kind of do want to use to. I am more into elves then fae. I based Godric's tattoo work on other research and my knowledge that normally roman slaves were not branded unless they escaped or were former citizens that lost their status. Sookie's prophecy is mine. I have published poetry. To the wording is how I write poems.
Godric pov
I knew my child was angry. But he closed off our bond, so I knew that was bad. An angry Eric is dangerous. I watched him leave and Sookie said, "That's the most angry I have ever seen."
I turned towards Sookie while I came back with tea for Sookie and said, "He is angry, but it is out of fondness for you that he is enraged at your mistreatment. More importantly, how are you, little one?"
"You always call me that." Sookie asked me and I could not read her. She was all over the place. Before I could answer she continued, "But…, I am still shaken. Hearing myself tell what happened, made me face it. It still scares me. I felt so helpless."
"Does it bother you that I call you little one?" I ask Sookie that first. Before I ask her anything else.
"No, I just wonder why." Sookie answers me as she drinks tea.
"I promise to tell you later. However, right now I want you to know that you will never feel that way again." I told her wishing to move past my personal feelings about her. Sookie accepted my answer easily enough not to push the matter. I know however, that she would eventually want to know.
Sookie got of bed and became dizzy and started to lose her balance. I held on to her getting her to steady on her feet. Her eyes became distant and her voice hollow as she spoke, something I seen Nostradamus do, she said, "Upon a funeral pyre stood the boy called death. Once more shall ye stand at the hands of death and reach into the murky depths to pull one soul free. Bone and flesh shall rend and eternal kiss shall ye bring to damn thy soul once more O' Death."
It was a prophecy, so I held her until she collapsed into my arms. I lifted her up and set her on the bed and sat on the edge, waiting for her to awaken. I am now aware why Compton wanted Sookie so bad. This power of her is a great gift and would put any vampire in a great positions if they acquired such a dangerous tool. I doubt a simpleton like Bill who want someone like her. He is not strong enough to take power. So he must be working for someone.
Sookie came to and I was turned away from her at the moment and I heard her ask, "Those tattoos are more then just a warriors mark aren't they?"
I turned back to her and took her hands and said, "Correct. I was the son of the king or tribal leader of Gaul."
"Like a prince or something?" Sookie asked as she sat up.
"Yes, kind of like that, but more fierce. How are you feeling?" I asked her so I could gauge how to care for Sookie.
"I'm fine. I just wondered how I got back on the bed." Sookie said as she looked around the room.
"You reveled a prophecy to me. It was meant for me. Have you done this before?"
"No! You mean I'm seeing the future?" Sookie asked afraid.
"Yes, but this does not change our promise. I will still take care of you and protect you. Now more then ever. You Sookie Stackhouse are is so much more trouble little one. Vampires value prophets." I said to her as I watched her eyes become widen in shock. The trauma of the past few days awaken this dormant part of her.
I told her that she should get cleaned up and I will order room service for her while I conduct business on signing over my estates so we can leave promptly. I wish to go to where Eric is so I may have more support for Sookie's safety. Once she is inside the bathroom I set to work on my most important call. I dial Eric's cell.
"Master?"
"My child I have unsettling news."
"Are you both in danger?"
"No. Do you remember the prophet in France?"
"Yes of course. He was a friend of yours. Why?"
"I found another. But so did Mr. Compton I believe."
"You mean Sookie?"
"Yes. Did Compton work for anyone before coming to Bon Tempes?"
"The queen of Louisiana Sophie-ann. I heard that she likes to have special children. Do you think she wants her?"
"That is exactly want I think Eric. Remember the Spaniard. He attacked your family on rumors of power alone. Vampire are obsessed with preternatural power."
"Then I will set things in motion for your arrival. When shall I expect you both?"
"As soon as I can leave Eric. Most likely by sunrise. I want a large house bought for me in-between your home and Sookie's. I want it private. You know my preference."
"Of Course. By weeks end the home shall be in your name master."
"Eric do not lose yourself in anger my child." I said to Eric as I ended the call. I then set to calling the local lawyer to settle my affairs, handing over my property to my former nest mates. My word was good enough seeing that vampires are consider dead and money makes our rules with humans. By the time Sookie returned from cleaning up I was setting our flight and pushing in the food cart for Sookie.
Sookie came over to the table and sat down as I served her, her plate of food I ordered. I sat across from her and drank a bottle of true blood. I watched her eat and blush. I admit I am propone to be idle or reckless it was how Gaul men were raised. I have grown much in 2000 years from the barbaric vampire that rose up against his sadistic roman master and maker. Still some part of me will always been rough and barbaric. Most women from my home 2000 years ago were mostly blonde like Sookie. I think Sookie remind me of what home could have been like if things were different.
Sookie took a drink and asked, "You have a far away look in your eyes. What are you thinking about?"
"The past. Its nothing. Are you enjoying your meal?" I turned the questions back to her.
"Yes, how did you know I like my steak rare?"
"Luck." I said with a smile.
"That is where Eric got that smile from." Sookie correctly accused me.
"Guilty. I taught him everything that he is today. I was not always so good."
"So the battiness?"
"Me."
"The flirting?"
"Yes."
"The closed off emotions and arrogance?"
"That I'm afraid is all Eric. He is a Viking Jarl after all."
"A what?"
"Ah, excuse me. A Viking regional King under the Viking throne." I explained.
"You are close?" Sookie asked as she took another bite.
"He is my child."
"That's not what I mean."
"Eric is the only man I have loved in any form since I became a vampire. I trust Eric. He has a great heart. I made the right choice by turning him."
Sookie asked a different question, "You seem like you just finished something. Your business is done isn't it?"
"Yes I need us to leave tonight."
"You're worried about me aren't you?"
I looked down. I knew I could not lie to her. I would not. It has just been so long since anyone knew everything I thought like this. I looked back up at her and said, "Yes, but let me worry about that right now. I will tell you when it is safe for you to know."
"Ok Godric I trust you. Just tell when we leave I will be ready to leave by then." Sookie said to me honestly looking me in the eyes.
"Three hours from now. My personal plane." I answered her and she simply nodded.
