Dear readers,

I was ecstatic to hear all your lovely comments and suggestions though I honestly don't know who Rachel will end up with yet. BUT there's a way you can help me choose. Make sure to write "Team Eric" or "Team Godric" in the review section to voice your opinion and let me know where you want this story to go. For all you Godric fans, there will be a little R&G one on one time in this chapter and make sure to look forward to future chapters where Godric will get his own point of view on everything.

Enjoy!

XOXO

Summer Jane

~Rachel~

"He'll forgive you, I promise it." Godric's words, though comforting didn't help my current state, nor did I believe them. I didn't care anyways. I didn't want forgiveness. I didn't need Eric to forgive me because I had nothing to be forgiven for. What had I done? Offended him with my bitter words? Maybe… though that's nothing new. He's very sensitive when he thinks he's being disrespected. I didn't understand why he wouldn't just try and do something to make me happy for once. Why couldn't he try to be nice? I turned away from Godric and flopped on to my stomach in the very comfortable four-poster bed. He had refurnished it since I met Eric. I think it's because he was anticipating these sorts of situations. I wiped away the last tears that my eyes had to offer. I wouldn't cry anymore for him. He didn't deserve it. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction anymore.

"Thank you. For letting me stay here." I told Godric and smiled at him weakly. My eyes were beginning to droop.

"You are welcome here anytime." Godric replied though he didn't return the smile as he said it, "I wish your time here was under more pleasant circumstances." He said and turned to leave the room.

"Godric?" I asked softly and he turned around again, "What now?" I know that he knew I meant it more in general. What happens if Eric doesn't take me back? He convinced me to rent out my house for 2 years when I moved out. Where would I go? Could I stay here? I don't have much money since I quit my job at Merlotte's and Eric doesn't pay me for working at Fangtasia, he kind of expects it. Godric sat down at the end of the bed.

"He'll calm down and apologize, I am sure of it." He stated as if he were confident of his words.

"No he won't." I replied. We both knew that Eric would not apologize for his actions, or for anything else for that matter.

"He might surprise you." Godric smiled, "I know he cares for you even if he refuses to admit it."

"I know he 'enjoys' me, 'cares' is a word that isn't in his vocabulary." I told him and he shook his head.

"Do not doubt his feelings for you." He moved closed to me and put his hand on my cheek, rubbing it lightly.

"What feelings? He has no feelings, he's dead." Bitterness was dripping into my voice. Godric seemed saddened by my words.

"As am I lilla." Godric pointed out. I took his hand off my cheek and intertwined his fingers with mine.

"But you're different Godric." I sighed. A smiled returned to his lips and he leaned down a little closer to my face.

"Perhaps now but I was very much the same at his age." He smiled, "Have faith in him, you'll see. We are much more a like then you think." Godric got up as if to leave but then he changed his mind and kneeled beside the bed I was laying in. He stared me right in the eyes; "It is not always easy to tell the person you truly care about how you feel. Even if you are an old vampire." And with that he was gone. I watched the door where he had exited, stunned for a moment. I couldn't even think about falling asleep after all of this so I went over to the window and watched the sun rise. It had been a long time since I'd done so. After, I cuddled back in bed, leaving the curtain open slightly and let exhaustion overcome me.

~Eric~

I stared down at the girl with the same colored hair as Rachel before telling her to, "Get out." She looked shocked for a moment. She put a hand over the spot where my teeth had pierced her. Blood was still flowing down her neck. She stood and wobbled a bit then left without a word. I was grateful for that. She seemed to be a bit like Rachel in that manner. When it came to taking her somewhere she would put up such a fuss but she never said a word when it came to leaving. I leaned back on the couch in my office and put my head in my hands. This had truly been a bad night. Rachel was with Godric now and he was no doubt leaving subtle hints that he cared for her very deeply which, she probably wouldn't understand. I was well aware of Godric's feelings for Rachel though he thought he was being subtle about it. I knew something was up the moment he decided to move close to Shreveport. That was a few weeks after he'd visited me and met Rachel. He had taken to her immediately and wanted to tell her very badly about how he felt. He didn't though, because of me. I was the complication in his plan. She was mine and always would be. Usually I'd be more than happy to give anything I possessed to my maker but this one was different. No one was taking her away from me without a fight. So why had I done it? Sent her with him willingly when I could have ended the fight with a simple 'I'll let your friend go'. But I hadn't, I'd given her more reason to resent me. Maybe I truly was a monster.

I left Fangtasia shortly after sucking the ecstasy out of another young girl with the same eyes as Rachel. I still had an hour until dawn and I got into my corvette and headed for home though I knew it would be empty. When I got there I went to my room and lay on my bed. I glanced at the clock. The sun would be rising around now. I wondered if Rachel was watching the sunrise. She'd always said how she missed doing such things. That was another thing I couldn't give her. I sighed and closed my eyes. I felt the sun coming up and it pulled me into a deeper and deeper trance until I fell completely into unconscious.

~Rachel~

The next evening I convinced Godric to drive me to Merlotte's. He seemed distant the entire ride and wouldn't look at me for too long. I wondered if I was something I did wrong. Maybe I'd over stepped my welcome a little bit though he didn't seem to mind at all that I was there last night. In fact I thought that he'd kind of liked the company. I knew Godric got lonely. He seemed sad a lot and I wanted to help but knew that I couldn't. So I pretended I was occupied as well and stared out the window. Sam had convinced me to pick up a shift that night because Sookie couldn't come in. Some problem with… what's his name? It's her vampire boyfriend and I knew for a fact that Eric loather him for some reason. I don't know why. I knew better than to bring it up. Anyways, it was just Arlene, Terry and I working tonight. Arlene had good intentions and all but was a major gossip. Terry was nice, a bit too nice and fragile for a guy with his appearance. Sam was also trying to help out.

Sam was my other ex in this small town and owned the bar. I'd dated him for a very short period of time since we'd always known it was wrong considering my age compared to him. After that the long (and painful) Jason Stackhouse experience occurred and went on ever since. Before I met Eric of course. Jason could be extremely charming though he definitely wasn't the smartest guy around. He was extremely attractive and had a smile that could leave you breathless. But no matter what I tried, he could not remain faithful. At least with Eric I kind of understand, I mean he's a 1000-year-old vampire and all. Jason, though, I thought he's run out of women to sleep with eventually since we lived in a small town but he never seemed to. Worst of all though, he wasn't too good at cheating, even if he did it so much. I'd always catch him and we'd have this huge blow out and I'd scream, "You don't love me and you never will!" and then he's try to reason with me and tell me, "Of course I love you Rache, more than anything and you know it!" I'd scoff and say something that would make him as mad as me and then he'd start yelling back and we'd break up yet again. He's scream that he wasn't EVER coming back this time and I yelled something about how that was just fine by me. Then 2 weeks later he's be back at my door whispering hollow promises and I'd believe him…. Again. Then there would be a great grace period full of commitment, talk of marriage and great sex. Then finally I'd walk in on him with someone else and the cycle would start all over again. It was all very played out and I always ended up wondering when I became so fucking stupid.

I sighed as I saw Jason sitting at the bar as I walked in for work.

"Rachel!" I looked up to see Sam watching me disapprovingly, "You're late." Everyone turned around to look at me. I blushed and they turned their eyes away, whispering in hushed tones, except Jason that is. I put my hands on my hips and gave Sam a stern look.

"I wouldn't be complaining if I were you Sam Merlotte. I don't really work for you anymore remember?" I huffed.

"Tonight you do." Sam laughed and went over to me to give me a hug. He asked me how I've been and what was new etc. After all the pleasantries and telling me what to do I went behind the bar to het a tray of food.

"Rache." Jason put a hand lightly on my shoulder as I passed him by, "I just wanted to…"

"Not now Jason, we'll talk later okay?" He nodded and I moved past him.

~Eric~

I sat on my thrown and looked down at tonight's crowd. The club was very busy and Pam was smiling at a thin blonde sitting at the bar with a drink in her hand. There were tons of beautiful girls dancing and moving their way through the crowd to try and get a better look at me. Many came up to me and tried to keep my attention but my mind was on other matters. Business in particular, a rogue church was posing yet another threat on our kind. At first I wasn't too concerned but now they seemed to take a particular hatred to the vampires in Godric's area. I needed to take my mind off of it and I knew who would but my pet hadn't made an appearance. She had mentioned something about working tonight yet surely begging for forgiveness trumped waiting tables. I didn't understand her. The blond that Pam was smiling at was getting more and more flirtatious and Pam's smiled were growing wider in anticipation. I got up from my thrown and tore Pam away from the girl to get her to do some paperwork for me.

"What's your problem?" She asked incredulously as I tore her away from the girl and sat her down on the couch in my office.

"Just do what you're told Pam." I then returned to the club, ignoring the long list of profanities that followed me.

~Rachel~

Well that "talk" with Jason turned into "drinks" wit Jason, which turned into more drinks with Jason. We were reminiscing about the good times in our relationship, which was never a good sign. Currently we were laughing about the awful presents he used to by me for my birthday or holidays.

"I could never get it right could I?" Jason smiled and I shook my head.

"Remember that one Valentine's Day you bought me a new wrench to fix my water pipes." I giggled.

"You needed one!" He exclaimed.

"That was the year I bought you that baseball signed by that pitcher you liked so much." I shook my head and sighed, "I remember I waited in line forever to get that thing signed."

"I love that ball, it's still the centerpiece on my mantle. I always bought you the worst gifts ever and you always bought me something irreplaceable." He chuckled in a sad sort of way, "And you know what always gets me? You pretended to love every single little stupid thing I gave you. You'd always run up to me and give me a big hug and kiss, swearing that you loved it."

"I was grateful you got me anything at all I guess." I smiled, "You forgot my birthday that one time remember?"

"Aw, shit that's right." He smiled sheepishly, "God though, a wrench? Did I know you at all?"

"Must not have." I mused and played with the empty glass in my hand.

"I should've." He said and I took his hand in mine. This is why "talks" with Jason never end the way I planned. He leaned forward a bit and so did I but right before our lips met… a moment I'd no doubt regret for a very long time… my phone rang. Thank god.

"I'm sorry." I lied and pulled out my phone. The caller ID read 'Fangtasia'.

"No worries." Jason answered, "You should take it." I gave him an apologetic look as I pressed the talk button.

"Hello?" I said into the phone.

"Where the fuck, are you?" Someone shouted into the other end but to my surprise it wasn't the person I was expecting.

"Pam?" I asked.

"Who else? Now explain to me why you're not here on your hands and knees groveling for forgiveness like you should be?" She demanded.

"I'm working at Merlotte's tonight." I said.

"You're shift ended an hour ago." She stated coldly. Shit, how did she seem to know everything about my life?

"I got held up." I spat back, mimicking her tone of voice. She chuckled cruelly. I looked at Jason who was looking at me with an expression of alarm.

"Look if I'm keeping you from something…" He started but Pam cut him off in a voice loud enough for him to hear.

"Who was that?" She asked. I cursed mentally.

"A friend." I responded, "Look I don't know why you're calling me but…" I got interrupted as well.

"I'm calling you, " She seemed exasperated though her voice was more controlled, "because he is getting impatient and irritable." She explained slowly before barking, "So I suggest you get your scrawny ass down her immediately."

"I don't have a car." I responded automatically. I was being defiant which was weird because usually she scared me to death. The alcohol must be giving my courage.

"Not my problem." And with that, Pam slammed down the phone.