Note: I do not own True Blood, Godric, Eric, or his wonderful last name. They belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball. I do not own the italic book writings which come from the song Sticks and Stones by The Pierces.

Chapter 6 Sticks and Stones

Godric sat by Samantha's bed, his eyes watching the girl. He couldn't describe why he felt how he did but he knew it wasn't normal. Eric had already been alerted to the betrayal of the wolves, where they came from no one knew. Wolves weren't something normally seen in Dallas, Texas. It was then he noticed his phone was vibrating, his ringer turned off so as not to wake Samantha.

"Hello?" Godric answered as he stood near the door. "What the hell, Eric! You will let us come with you to see MY best friend!" Screamed a female in the background. A chuckle threatened to escape Godric at the girl. "More girl problems, my child?" He asked, the chuckle managing to choke off his air for a moment.

"Don't remind me."Eric said with an annoyed sigh. "Sookie, you are not coming with me. What would Bill Compton say?" The female in the background screamed in frustration. "Samantha is like my family. I love her as a sister and she is my best friend, Eric Northman! You will take me to Dallas with you!" Godric blinked lightly before his mind fully registered what had just been said.

"You are coming to Dallas, Eric?" He asked, curiosity in his voice. Eric sighed again, his fangs audibly clicking before a snarl escaped him, the bickering blonde falling silent. The deep southern voice of Bill Compton rang in then. "Sookie and I will travel with you or you are no longer in need of her services." He said, his voice firm. An exasperated sigh escaped Eric as his hand slipped through his blonde hair.

"Fine. You and the blonde are coming…" A low growl could be heard through the phone as Samantha moved a little, a soft groan slipping from her lips. She rolled onto her side as her vision began to clear. It wasn't something that she could control; she didn't know how much each time affected her.

"Are you alright?" Godric asked as Eric and Sookie argued in the phone's background. "I'll see you when you arrive, my child. I have important matters to attend to." He said, abruptly hanging up the phone. His hand reached out as her pulse rang loud and clear in his ears. She shook her head, her hair falling into her face.

"What happened? Where's the wolf?" Samantha asked, her body suddenly tense as her eyes surveyed the room. "The wolf is…he is dead." Godric said, the subject a bit uneasy for him. That was the only easy thing to tell. His hand lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes, the jade green ring around her pupils making them stand out more and yet it was scary to even him.

"And Eric..What did my brother say?" came her question, seemingly odd as she was the one who had run into trouble. "He's coming to Dallas as he does not feel you are safe. Do not fret. He'll be here by sun up." He reassured her, brushing a pale hand against her cheek, accidentally making her look up in surprise.

"Godric…do you have some ice? Something cold, anything? I'm on fire…" She said, her voice seemingly strained as she spoke now. " You don't seem to have a fever…" said Godric, his hand on her forehead, the cool sensation making her feel better almost instantly. "You're so cool. Could you maybe crawl in bed with me or something? Just to keep me cool, y'know…" His eyes widened as if in fear of being so close to her.

'Well…it is only one night…and what if she's becoming sick? What will Eric say?' Godric went to get an ice pack, setting it on her neck and collarbone, her center of gravity. The coolness of the ice made her breathing slow, her body reacting slower. "Is that any better?" He asked only to receive a soft "Mmmhm" . He left her bedside to go feed, his worry staying with him as he awaited Eric and the dawn. Samantha just had to pull through; what would he do if she didn't?

Samantha lay there dreaming, her thoughts a jumbled cloud of irrelevance and confusion. As she dreamt, the realistic views of it became more vibrant as if she were actually there, as if she were in this dimension, world, wherever it may be.

Samantha was in a library, though it was not the one she had come to know as a child in Eric's home, nor was it Godric's library. Who it belonged to she did not know. Of all the colorful binds and silver or gold edged pages that surrounded her, only one stuck out. It was a blue book, small and bound by leather. She felt as if she'd seen it somewhere once or maybe twice. Confusion clouded her mind once more as she heard a voice behind her. Turning around with a soft gasp, she rushed towards the book. 'Am I really going to steal this?' she thought in bewilderment at her own actions though it was as if she had lost control of her own body. The small book was clasped tightly in her hand, the green encased by silver shimmering under the moon's beams. Samantha moved to the window in all her agile and graceful speed as the footsteps behind her became closer, the voices louder. Her hands easily undid the hinges on the window and she leapt through, her body folding in so as to dive into the water lined by the spiky rocks of the cliff. As soon as she hit the freezing cold water…

She jolted up in her bed, gasping for air as she remembered the dream so vividly. Sitting the ice pack in the bucket on the floor, her eyes widened as she noticed a book lying on her floor. Curiosity winning once again over sound common sense, the girl slipped back her bed sheets and got up to recover the small blue book. It was odd, the same book from the dream. Had she brought this book with her from Eric's house? She couldn't remember ever seeing it in her suitcase. Maybe it belonged to Godric…

Her fingertips traced the book's edges, her favorite part of it being the smooth silver. 'It's kind of pretty in its own special way…' she thought, wondering what the pages might hold. Perhaps it was a book of spells and enchantments or maybe a fairy diary…Would she ever know? Her blue green eyes were watching in wonder before the silver circle split in two like a yin yang sign, the two halves sliding away to reveal a large green eye, the pupil cat like.

Out of surprise, she dropped it, the leather coming undone now as she watched it from atop her bed, curious as to whether or not she should pick it up again. It then occurred to her that she might still be dreaming away, sleeping soundly in her bed. The book was probably not real and when she closed her eyes, reopening them again, it would be gone.

As she did so, Samantha couldn't help feeling a little childish. But when she did reopen her eyes, the book was still there, watching her. It made chills run down her spine, a light hiss escaping her in warning to the book, not that it could do much by itself. 'What is this book? And why is there an eye staring at me?' The book was definitely strange and creepy, but who knew what it could hold. Her hand reached down to pick it up, opening it so she could no longer see the green eye. There was writing in a beautiful golden script.

Sticks and stones will break your bones

And leave you lying in the mud

But you get scared when we're alone

Like I might suck your blood…

'What's that all about?' She wondered as she flipped through some more of the pages until she found another metallic handwriting. This time it was bronze though, making Samantha's mind wonder more. What was this book all about? Or was it a diary of sorts, perhaps the journal of a vampire? That thought made her giggle before she started reading this new paragraph.

And I could tell you a witch's spell

But it just might blow your top

And you start to run just as I'm having fun

And it's awfully hard to stop

It's awfully hard to stop…

The book was starting to frighten her a little bit. What if this person had killed someone? She closed the book, latching it back as the green eye closed. Then Samantha threw it at the wall before dashing from the room. It wasn't yet dawn but the sun would likely rise in a few hours. Her eyes searched frantically for Godric or Isabella, even Hugo.

"And where do you think you're going?" came a voice from behind her. She spun around quickly, almost falling over to see Stan. He was the only one with a black cowboy hat in Godric's nest. Not to mention, he was a bit intimidating because of his height.

"I-I need to find Godric. There's something I need to ask him." She said softly, her fear evident in her voice. Stan smirked before he shook his head. "Godric went to meet Eric at the airport; another vampire and his mate will be here soon. You should make yourself presentable." He said, eyeing her up and down.

The way he licked his fangs made her cringe as she moved back down the hallways and into her room once more. Her eyes were green again as they almost immediately dashed to make sure the book had not moved from the corner. The book lay by itself on the floor as she stared at it, but the silver had not reopened to stare back.

There was a sudden knock on her door, making her look at it in a most peculiar way. As she moved towards the door, the book began to hiss and rattle, her hand gripping the knob tightly as she ripped the door open, close to off its hinges. Eric stood there looking at her with Godric beside him.

"What's wrong, princessa? No hello for your brother?" He asked, running a hand through his blonde hair as her eyes slowly met his. Realization set in then and she tackled him, hugging him so tight she thought her arms might fall off. "Eric! I missed you!" She said, tears of joy streaming her cheeks before she hugged Godric. "And you too. Thank you." Samantha whispered, nuzzling his neck.

He nodded, rubbing her back as Eric licked his fangs as if to hint something. Godric returned the expression with a mix of a glare and a smile. As Samantha pulled back, he instantly located her pulse, throbbing along her neck. His fangs clicked just as she turned to tug on Eric's arm, Godric's confusion making him wonder more why his fangs had come down. He swallowed as they clicked back again with a slight sigh of relief.

Samantha was talking about this small blue book on the floor, which Eric picked up, studying it for a while. Godric had the feeling that he had seen it somewhere before, but where he could not remember at the moment.

"No! No! You have to open it and read what it says. It's scary…" She whimpered as her nails dug into Eric's shirt. He shook his head at her before lifting her with one hand and dropping her onto the bed, making her growl in annoyance. "Just open the damn book. I'm not making it up."

Bind thy heart and soul to me

As I do will

So let it be, oh

The book began to warm under Eric's fingertips, making him tilt his head. What was this nonsense? Finally, it became too much and the book dropped to the ground. "What happened, my child?" Godric asked, examining the light burns on Eric's hands. All eyes were on the book as Godric picked it up now, opening it. It was in another language, Norwegian.

"How?" Godric asked the little book, more to himself than anyone else. Samantha moved to his side, trying to read the book but she did not know the language. "I can't read it. Can you translate it?" She asked as the book moved from Godric's pale hands to levitate in the air.

Hey lover boy

Oh now do you believe me?

That's not all

That I can do

Read girl…now.

Samantha stared at the book as it flew to her before she took it in her hands and began to read. The pages turned before she could read where it had just spoken and the weight of the book made her fall onto the floor. TAKE A SEAT NOW! The book screamed as Eric and Godric sat on the bed. Now read….

I call thee beloved one

To love me more than anyone

Seven times I pierce my heart

And now you feel the magic start

Eric stood up as if to leave. He had heard Sookie approaching with Bill Compton and honestly didn't feel that she would be safe if she entered now. Before he could move past his younger sister, a rumbling noise similar to a growl was emitted from the book.

Sit back down

I'm afraid we won't be leaving

Can't undo

My spell on you

Samantha had lost control of all thought as the book's voice rang in her mind. It spoke of how she was its vessel now, of how she could show her the future and the past…of what she was and what she would become..Her possibilities…her jobs…her family..Just then, the frantic voice of Sookie cut through her head, making her eyes roll back as the book closed and slipped under the bed with a hiss.

"Come back to us, Samantha! You can't leave us here like that. The book is gone. I promise…" The blonde voice she had become so familiar with said, promising that it was gone…what if it wasn't? No. No. She trusted Sookie…with her life…