There was blood on my head, seeping from a wound more than likely caused from the fall. I felt it in my hair and down the left side of my face, just barely missing my eye.

Before the blink of an eye, Eric was coming at us. Words were lost to me as Godric swung back, throwing his protégé without a thought or pause. Ginger and I both screamed like girls at the outright attack. I couldn't follow it as they fought, their age gave them speed that was hard to keep track of. We just saw the damages and occasional swings. I crawled backwards as quickly as I could, back pressing to the wall.

I couldn't believe I had lost myself and caused this. My feet were clumsy as tried to get to my feet. Looking away had been my mistake. I slammed against the wall, a form pressed against my back. Their hand tangled in my hair forced the left side of my face to be exposed.

I could tell by the form against me that it was Godric. His cold tongue lapped at the trail of on my face, pausing as a growl of pleasure escaped him. Staying still seemed the best tactic. If it was Eric I couldn't have known what his control was. But, I knew Godric. I let him hold me without a complaint as he licked the blood away, with each lick and my lack of fight his hold lessened and softened. I could feel him coming back.

But it was so hard. My lips were bitten holding back as best I could. The only skin contact was his tongue and his face brushing every now and then. All small. But enough. I had to end it. The wound had already stopped bleeding, but his licking was trying to keep it open. I had to stop it, not matter my regret.

"Godric," I whisper, eyes closed tight with my own fight. I felt the shift against me. "Godric." I put more force on his name. Nothing still. "Godric!" I finally snap out, fists by my face against the wall.

With a startled jerk he pulled back. I pushed from the wall, back to him as I let out a few shuddering breaths, head hanging. I heard the clattering bang of the door, and I knew it was Godric. Laughter echoed from Pam as she stood by Ginger.

Slowly lifting my head I caught sight of Eric standing with a little blood on him, but looking right at me too. I blinked, looking away from him.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, eyes closed at my shame.

I was quick to make my way to the back, not looking at anybody on my way out. I made it home just before dawn. It left me two and a half hours before Sam was due here.


I took the time to clean up some dishes and myself. He pulled up right as I was finishing with the dishes.

I heard him pause at my open door on the patio to the other apartment that shared the top floor with me.

"Come on in, Sam," I call as I shut the water off.

He pushed the screen door open and stopped in the doorway. I glance through my bangs to see him looking over the place. It wasn't fancy but it was homey in a plane way. I beam at him as I dry my hands, bare feet silent on the tile floor.

"What yard work did you need help with, Miss Morgan?"

He was wearing a warm, charming smile along with his usual jeans and button top. I blush a little as I push my hair behind my ears and grab as small basket. I shyly toe the carpet before glancing up.

"It's an old family tradition to up this up at the openings of a home in my family, and plant a shrub. I was hoping you would help me get it up on the windows."

I hold small covered basket out toward him. He reaches out and lifts the towel. Sea holly thistles and a fresh plant of it. I motion with the gloves I had just picked up at the basket with an other blush.

"I-I know it is odd. But my mother always said it brought good luck and happiness to the home," I say. My hands pull on the thick gardening gloves while I glance at him again.

"I've never heard of this one," Sam says while looking at the holly then me. He smiles, "But it never hurts to trust in a family tradition."

I beam at him, leaning around the basket he held to hug him tight. "You're the best, Sam Merlotte."


It took a good hour or so to finish and then we got to weeding a bit around the lot and small garden. By time we looked up it was going on noon.

He smiled at me again as I brushed off the long skirt to my sun dress. I flashed a bright smile, unable to do anything but smile with him all day.

"I owe you, Sam," I say while brushing my hair from my face. "Any time you need something, don't hesitate to ask."

"I'll hold you to it," he says with a chuckle.

I hug him again. "You do that. But until then. I have to get some sleep."

"Head over to Merlotte's later?"

He was leaning against his car door, watching me head up the stairs to the door of my home. I glance over my shoulder at him with another smile, hand on my door. "I'll try."


I was shuffling around the house when the horn honked to alert me to my ride. I glanced at the mirror one last time before grabbing my clutch that came with the outfit and rushing out the door. I could see the expensive red sports car waiting for me. My heels were loud on the concrete stairs.

Without glancing in the windows, or at the driver I slipped into the car with my focus on getting the skirt in the car without shutting it in the door. I buckled as we sped off down the road, a soft music in a foreign language playing. I gave a happy huff, slapping my hands with my clutch on my lap, looking out the windshield.

"This has to be the quietest car I have ever seen," I laugh after a moment. "I would never have dreamed that I would be going somewhere in something that costs more than I could make in my life."

I was beaming, eyes closed as I turned my face toward my friend. My smile froze, slowly falling from my face as it turned to a confused frown. Eric sat smirking in the driver's seat. Not Pam.

"Eric?"

I sounded slow and stupid as I just stared at him, eyes losing focus in thought for a moment. "But…." My hands motioned with my thoughts as I reprimanded myself internally.

"Katherine." He sounded smug.

I gave him a frown. "Pam promised to take me tonight. Why are you here?"

"Pam had to work." He flashes me a smirk, eyes flicking over the dress I wore.

I cross my arms, self-conscious of the way the corseted top exposed some cleavage and hugged my form. The grey-silver color of the dress drew out the color of my eyes along with my pale skin.

I glance at his outfit. He was wearing a suit jacket and slacks that matched my dress. A black button up shirt hung a bit open on his chest, showing his pale flesh. I huff and look out the window in a pout.

"Something wrong?"

"You. Pam and I had an evening planned and here you are," I mutter.

"Well, I am here in her place."

"Suits you, doesn't it," I snip, lifting my nose a bit. "Not like I get much say now."

"No," he said with a darker smirk.

I glance at our surroundings, he was pulling up to a nice diner. I light up. I was famished and ready to have fun.

"Oh!" I cry in join, bouncing in the seat for a moment. "I love Italian!" I pause mid thought. "But Pam was going to take me to Olive Garden."

"This is better."

Eric was out his door and opening mine before I could respond. I looked at him for a long moment before stepping out, not taking his hand. He tossed his keys to a male in a red vest. I watched in shock as he got in Eric's car and took off. My hand was out stretched, mouth open in horror.

"He just-"

"This way, Katherine. The sound of your rumbling stomach is getting on my nerves."

"I!" I cry out in indignation as he headed for the door. I rushed after him. "Well excuse me for not having something yet. I was waiting."

He glanced at me but said nothing as we were led to a table by the window. When we got there, the man seating us pulled a chair out.

"Miss," he said with a motion at the chair. I blushed as I sat down on the chair. He pushed me in before setting two menus on the table.

"I am Henry, I will be your server tonight. Can I offer you wine while you wait?"

I didn't get to touch the menu as Eric snatched them up and looked over the menu. "Tru Blood A and red wine for her."

He had the nerve to place an order for my food without asking me or a thought. I glared at him as the waiter left with the orders.

"I don't drink wine."

He looked at me. "It is good for you every now and then."

I smooth my hands down the skirt of the dress. "So is garlic and many other things. I don't think you care what is good for me, Mr. Northman." I look up at him, eyes flicking over his face to read him.

"Perhaps I do." He fixes his jacket before glancing back at me. "Godric-"

I light up. I didn't think I should ask of the other night. I wanted to pretend it didn't happen. He paused at my stronger focus with the mention of the name.

"How did you meet him?"

I frown in thought as I look away. "At my place of work."

He looks me over. "And that would be?"

The waiter shows up with two large wine glasses filled with red liquid. I get the thinner looking liquid before me as the man places the thick one before Eric. A glass of water was set before me before he left without a word. I reached out and looked at the wine. I haven't had any before.

"I can not get drunk, " I saw quickly to Eric.

"I assume all can."

I smile a little and hold my laugh back. "Yes it is possible, but I cannot be allowed to reach that point, Eric."

"IF you did?" He quirked a smirk and brow.

I let out a laugh. "You're thinking something wicked, Eric Northman." I cover the lower half of my face with a hand to hide my laugh a bit.

"Perhaps I am."

A giggle escaped as my other hand rose to cover as well. "Godric said you were naughty." I pause my giggles to get a drink, slowly taking in the taste of it. I look at it surprised. "This is good."

"Did you think I would pay for something that wasn't?"

I pause, thinking. "No. I don't think you would."

When the food came he sipped once or twice from his drink but mainly watched me eat and looked around at other people. I tried to be as careful as I could while eating. I didn't want to get something of the dress. By the end of the meal, I hadn't a clue as to how many glasses I had. Eric kept it full after every sip I took, he filled it again.

I could slightly feel the wine in my system as we stood from the table, me taking his offered arm after I gave one stumble. When the car pulled up I didn't allow him time to open my door. I fell gracelessly into the seat of the car as he got in his side. I didn't pay mind as we went to the next stop. I didn't know where we were but it was something new to me.

When he opened the door I stood there. It looked like a park. My eyes flicked around at the trees. There was a make shift bar and others there. Was this a party? It was softly lit with music playing from a band.

I glanced at Eric as he stood next to me. Gosh he towered over me.

"Do you plan to stay here all night?"

I pout at him before lightly jogging across the grass toward the people a smile on my face as I lift the skirts a little to move better. I don't know how long we were there, but I know he left me alone for a bit. I was a few drinks in when he left, informing the bartender that I was on his tab and not driving.

He found me later on the other side of the park in the dark, dancing around trees and giggling. A large bottle of some alcohol in my hand as I swung around tree after tree, shoes kicked off by his car.

"Creh, creh, creh! Lox mre qa! Creh, creh, creh! Lox tridbic mre qa mvo ti!" I sang happily and loudly. Pausing only to take a drink from the bottle, my hair still some how in its up do.

"Katherine."

I gave a laughing cry, dashing at him. My arms were open as I danced around him, showing the skirts lifted over my left leg and tied in a knot to stay up and flash the thigh.

"Eric! The trees are lovely here," I say happily as I pause before him, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and how active I was.

"You're drunk."

I smile wider still up at him. "They said this was a good one." I hold up a bottle with a crown on it. Crown Royal. "They were right."

"Perhaps it is time to take you home," he says as he looks at his phone again. It was ringing. I snatch it, dropping the empty bottle as I take off dancing again with the phone.

"Hello?" The person asks after the long silence.

"Sookie!" I cry in joy.

I take up singing the same song as before, weaving faster than before as Sookie listens for a minute to my giggling and singing.

"Kathy? Are you okay?"

I pause and throw one hand happily in the air. "I'm drunk!"

"With Eric?" I could hear the hesitation on her end. I pause, finger to my bottom lip in thought.

"Um… Not with per say," I giggle. "He is here. I am drunk. He is not."

My hand was moving with my words, as if she could see my hand motions. "Why are you out with him?"

"Well- Hey!" I cry as Eric takes the phone from me and holds me away with one hand on my arm. I quickly forget about it as I rush off into the woods further, dancing the whole way.

"Creh, creh, creh! Dance, dance, dance! Move about with me! Dance, dance, dance! Move about the trees with me!"

My voice carried as I started truly dancing with the trees, a light crackle coming from my skin as I go. It was far more primal than at the club, more of an ancient dance. My body moved as I listened to something no human would ever hear as I did. My voice switching between English and the foreign tongue.

Arms swung around me without warning. A girlish laugh and squeal left me as the person, Eric swung me up in their arms. I was so small in his arms.

"But the trees, Eric," I pout as he puts me in the car. Little warning came as I passed out before he could even start the car.

A/N: Two in one day. I think I am on a roll. I am trying to add little things into the story. But it is hard not to rush while trying to put things in.