A/N: Please forgive me for taking so long to update. I have been busy between work, school, and final exams. I am attempting to get this chapter up and then hopefully Chapter 5 and 6 before I leave for about a week or 2 for NY.

Note: I do not own True Blood, Godric, Eric, or Samantha's last name. They belong to the brilliant Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.

Chapter 4 Worried Siblings and Thoughtful Fangs

The shower had been exactly what Samantha had needed. It had washed away all her homesickness and uneasiness. All that was left was relaxation and a desire to sleep, to dream…In the process, she had forgotten to call Eric. She trudged from the bathroom, surprised to find the bed already pulled back for her.

The sheets smelled of lavender as she collapsed into them, sleep overtaking her mind and body in a matter of seconds. The pillows were fluffy, her face buried into it, the dark purple sheets silky against her skin. Her eyes closed willingly as her body relaxed.

Godric couldn't focus on his papers; his mind kept wandering back to Samantha. Her eyes were perfect orbs, blue as the sky now that she was in a brighter and drier climate. When Eric had described her, her eyes had been green. But no matter...they were beautiful. Godric's eyes closed as he sighed softly. Her hair...dark like a raven but soft as cotton. He would have given anything to run his hand through it.

Isabella's soft voice broke him from his reverie as he looked up at her. She could see that he had been thinking of something…no, perhaps someone. "Godric. Eric just called me and because I was making a list of food I'll need for Samantha, I didn't hear it ring." Godric nodded, a smile gracing his face.

"I will call him soon. He must be worried about…Samantha." The way Godric said her name made Isabella smile. He was falling in love and didn't even know it. "If I may ask, sir, what were you thinking about? Nothing usually ever captivates you so much." Isabella asked after a few moments had passed.

Godric was silent for a moment. "It is the new arrival. I find her intriguing. That is all." He said, green blue eyes meeting Isabella's. She could see his growing feelings but she decided it would not be best to say anything. Not yet. He nodded to her and she bowed before she took her leave.

Eric had been pacing since he had gotten up, worry evident on his features. He had called at least half of Godric's nest by now. And not one of them had answered. As he grew more anxious, he also became more violent. His hand grabbed his phone and dialed the only number he had tried to avoid calling.

A smile lit up Godric's face as he answered the phone. "Hello, my child. What is bothering you at such an early hour?" He asked, knowing that he was worried about Samantha. Eric's anxiety had him almost to the point of tears. "Samantha. Is she there? Is she alright? Nothing happened, right?" He spoke quickly, waiting for an answer, each second killing him slowly.

"Yes, she was quite tired from her trip. She must have forgotten to call." He said, an amused smile on his face at Eric's worry. "Oh…what do you think of her, Godric? Is she worthy to be a Northman?" Godric thought about Samantha and Eric, siblings. One immortal, the other more like a human.

"She has a strong will and a fighting spirit that can be seen in her eyes. Her eyes are incredibly, but her overall beauty leave men speechless. If she were vampire, she would have attracted so many males…it would have been ridiculous." Godric sighed softly at the thought of Samantha, making Eric a bit confused.

"Well, she will pay for this later." Eric said, her eyes locked on the floor as anger started to rise inside him. "Make her pay for making you worry?" Godric asked with a slight chuckle. Eric sighed, exasperated and frustrated suddenly.

Godric could hear a female's voice in the background. "Godric, I have business I must attend to. I'll call you back toni-" A loud crash cut him off as a snarl escaped him. "Bill Compton, if you don't keep your baby vampire under control, I swear I'll snap her little neck."

"I didn't mean to break your crystal glassware. I just wanted a drink." The female voice said again, fear wavering through it before she fell silent. "I told you not to touch the alcohol or the TruBlood, Jessica." A more familiar voice, that of Bill Compton's, rang out in anger and discipline.

"Make sure you get home before the sun rises, my child." Godric said, a hint of worry in his voice before the phone clicked and he sat it down on his desk. "Godric, our guest will be awake soon. I've heard she loves the sunlight. Should I keep her inside while you rest or what would you like to do?" Isabella's soft voice came from the doorway, a couple of brown bags in her arms.

"What do you know of her hobbies, Isabella? I'm sure there is something there that could be used for daytime activities." Godric said, wondering whether or not he should stay up to greet her or rest. His green eyes wandered over his desk before he took up a pen and began to scribble on a piece of stationery.

As he wrote, he imagined her smile, how happy she would be to realize she wasn't to be trapped like an animal. He wrote of the things she could do and how if she wanted to go out at night, just let someone like Isabella know. The last thing he included was that she should call Eric before she went anywhere, of how he had been worried something had happened.

The first rays of the sun were just peeking through a slight crack under the window as he finished, folding them carefully and moving quietly down the hall to slip them under her door. He stood outside her door for a good few minutes before retreating to a darker room within the house to rest for the day to come.