Godric pov

I smiled as she put her hand in mine. My angel, I still did not know her name. She was neither scared or nervous, she was always so confident in her actions and words. Just was so intrigued by her.

Her soft hand gingerly grasped my cool hand, as Herr soon brushed mind, I pulled her against my body. Having her so close to me, I was enveloped by her heavenly scent, pure sunshine, like home, and everything pure and good. I held her tightly as I lifted us into the night sky, rapidly gaining speed.

Her shrill scream of surprise made me laugh, a good natural sound that she has brought back to me. With her in my arms, against my body, I felt free from the burdens that have been weighing on me for the past century.

Her scream turned to laughter quickly as we glided in the air. I barely noticed that my childe had caught up, as I listened to the merry music of bells that was her laughter.

"What do you think min lilla sol(my little sun)?"

"I love it. This is amazing! It is not the usual way I fly, but I think that I like the wind in my hair, rather than feathers."

Confused at her statement, I turned to my childe for an explanation. He only shook his head as we descended towards the nest. It would be a good conversation to have out of other's earshot.

I lead her to my bedroom, and she retreated to the bathroom to change our of her soiled clothes. My childe sat down on the bed with me after I had changed my clothes. My room was soundproof, add well as most of the other rooms in the nest. We spoke in Eric's native tongue, add it was a simpler way of speaking for the both of us.

"Vad är hon mitt barn(What is she my childe)?"

"Jag vet inte, hon har många talanger som gör hennes svåra att definiera Och hennes lukt...(I don't know, she had many talents that make her hard to define. And her smell...)"

I sighed at my childe, still the same after so many years. "Hon är vacker. Hon har en effeket om henne jag aldrig har sett förut. Vad kan kon göra?(She is beautiful. She has a power about her that I have never seen before. What can she do?)"

"Hon kan läka som ni harsett, förskjutning, läsa tankar, och hennes ögon glöder. (She can heal as you have seen, shift, read minds, and her eyes glow.)"

"Vad heter hon?(What is her name?)"

"Morriah Stackhouse."

Our conversation was cut short when my angel, Morriah, stepped out from the bathroom. She wore dark jean shorts that came up mid-thigh, a black tank top with a brown leather jacket. She was just finishing putting on some scuffed, older combat boots. The rope bracelet she put on, matched her outfit wonderful. She looked like a warrior.

Eric pov

My maker seemed so transfixed in Morriah. I was also in awe of her, the first time she walked into my bar. She managed to fight Longshadow on her own until the idiot called Compton staked him. The way she fought, the way she held herself, and the way she looked upon others, it only made her even more of a warrior, abe could easily rival the gods. My maker seemed to agree.

Godric had been more distant over the last century or so, but seeing him around Morriah, and just speaking about her, it seemed to bring life back into him. He had reopened or bond before we flew here. I do not know if it was purposeful or accidental, but after so many years of it being closed, I was overwhelmed. I would need to ask him why he was in the Fellowship, but that would be a conversation we would have later. There was a party going on downstairs, and Morriah had stepped out from the bathroom, in one of her usual outfits.

"Thank you Godric, for letting me use your bathroom. Do you have a place I can leave my bag?" She asked, holding up her bag to emphasize her point. "They is a party going on downstairs, and it's not hard to guess what it's about. We will most likely want to be in attendance."

"You may leave your bag in here until you are ready to return to the hotel, if you would like to?"

Morriah nodded, grabbing her phone, and placing het bag by the foot of Godric's bed. "Thank you."

Godric stood up from the bed, and I stood with him. We all walked out to the party together, Morriah broke off from our group to find her brother. Godric sat in a chair overlooking the room, and I stood by him. Even though his demeanor had changed, I was still worried about him, he was paler than usual. I waited until the crowd dispersed to crouch down next to him.

"Have you eaten? I doubt the Fellowship had anything to offer." I tried to joke to lighten the mood, but still address the issue.

Godric saw pass my charade and gave me a gentle smile. "I am fine my childe. I will find something later."

I nodded standing back up. I knew that Godric would likely stay eating again, now that his mood was lifted. I left his side as more people began to gather around. Scanning the crowd, I soon found my target, talking to Stan of all people! Stan left Morriah's side as soon as I walked up.

"Enjoying the party, Lover?"

She smiled at seeing me. "Hey, Eric. The party is fine. Much better than any of the other ones I have been to."

I grinned, "You go to parties?" I have known Herr for a good few months, despite Compton's ignorance, and I had always taken her as more of a person that would stay home, especially with all of her abilities separating her from others.

"Not voluntarily." She smirked, the same smirk I had grown accustomed to looking for. She was flirting! Her phone started to ring before I had the change to prolong our conversation.

She pouted, "Excuse me." I watched add she exited to the garden outside.

Disappointed I turned my body to go back to my makers side, but came face to face with a frustrated Bill Compton instead. His obsession with Morriah was strange. He became more and more frustrated the more she stayed away from him, to be closer to me. It irked me that he still insisted that Morriah was his, even after she denounce him multiple times, including in my club and here in Dallas. I smirked at his contorted face.

"Why hello Bill. What are you doing here?" I enjoyed getting him angry, it is always so entertaining.

"Stay away from Morriah. She is mine." He is so incompetent as he growls, thinking he can threaten me.

"Oh, Bill, we both know that's not true. I'm sure she can show you herself."

I refrained from laughing when Bill growled again and stormed away. I decided to wander around when I saw Godric's chair was vacant.

Godric pov

I watched add my childe flirted with my angel, what was even more amusing was that she flirted with him as well. It was strange, I loathed the idea of another laying claim to her, the thought of it made the beast inside me want to come through and tear the room to shreds; oddly enough, it was fine, calm, when Eric was trying to woo her.

I was drawn out of my musings when I felt my childe's disappointment through our bond. I watched as she answered a call on her phone, walking out the door to the garden. I followed, hoping to catch her alone.

I stayed behind her enough to give her some solitude, but I still listened to the conversation she was having with a older woman.

"Are you going to be okay, dear?"

"Gran, I will be fine as always. But the question is are you going to be alright? He was your brother after all." So, she was speaking to get grandmother, but what had happened to her great-uncle? It must not have pleasant as het grandmother's voice was full of worry.

"Don't give me that girl. I mean it. After all that he did to you, he is not my brother anymore! I'm okay that he is dead. I'm not okay that I didn't get a turn to put a shot I him!"

"Alright Gran, we can talk more about this when I get home. But what did you mean earlier when you said the town had gone wild?"

"I don't know. When I left for Julia's the town was having large fights, and equally large parties. Lafayette called when I was over here and told me to stay, saying the town had lost their minds, and he said something about black eyes. You know I trust that not, so if he says to stay out, I will stay out."

From what her grandmother was talking about, I could think of a fee supernatural occurrences that could be causing it, none of them a welcome sight. "That does not sound normal. I hate to say it, but I can not think of any plausible reason for this other than something supernatural, or Laff's on a drug trip."

"He sounded sober. I am going to do some research at the library here in Monroe."

"Okay. Call me if you find anything, please? And please be careful."

"Don't you worry about me, child. See if you can find anything out for yourself. Okay? I love you soon."

"I love you too, Gran. See you soon."

She hung up the phone, and shoved it in her back pocket. Running a hand through Harry chocolate hair, she spun around and looked at me. I wondered how long she knew I was there.

"I know how well your hearing is. Do you have any ideas?" I knew she was talking about her conversation with her Grandmother.

I had several ideas, but about the situation at her home, I only had one. "I think it would be best to talk about this in a more secure location."

She nodded her head, chewing her bottom lip slightly. I hated that she was upset. I tried my best to sooth her, though I was out of practice.

"Your grandmother will be fine as long as she does not return to your town. She sounds like an intelligent woman. I am sure she will be safe."

She smiled sadly, trying to take in my words. "Okay. I guess we should get back to the party, it is for you after all."

We walked back in together, my hand on her waist, as I had so wished for. We sat on the couch in the larger room, there was more space on it than my chair from before. I wanted her near me, and I only hoped my being next to get, helped to sooth get worries.

I was startled when she jumped from her seat, get eyes glowing fiercer than the rays of the sun.

Morriah pov

Reverend Newlin will be proud. God will welcome us into heaven with open arms. All of these fangers will die tonight!

I jumped up from the couch add soon as I caught the stray thoughts. Two other minds from outside were thinking similar things, and the one coming in. I hoped I could be fast enough. I lost attention to the world around me. I didn't think, I acted. I focused on my senses. I smelt the silver and the wood, I heard his thoughts in my head. I heard the click of a button.

Eric pov

I felt my maker's shock as Morriah leaped off of her seat. I was across the room, and even with my speed, I could not stop it before it happened. A human had walked into the room the second Morriah had jumped, he was nervous, and looked like he was thinking something over. The second were over all to soon as the boy unzipped his jacket and pressed a red button.

The room was caught in a blinding flash of light, more than what would be from an explosion.

Godric pov

Her eyes glowed, burning brighter than the moved swiftly towards the awkward boy in the doorway, before I could stop her. The boy undid his jacket, revealing wood and silver strapped to his chest. He pressed a button with Morriah standing in front of him.