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Chapter 7
SPOV
"Ugh, Jase, get off," I grumble out, shoving at my brother's heavy form, my mind still heavy with sleep. Wait, Jason and I haven't shared a bed since we were kids. What the hell? I lift my head to catch sight of dark hair that is definitely not my brothers, in fact it belongs to no one I'd be willingly sharing a bed with at all. With that thought, I'm abruptly sitting up whilst a terrified scream rises from my throat.
Widened, emerald eyes rise to meet my fearful gaze just before a mirroring shriek sounds from the obviously terrified man before me. Wait, is that…Godric!? What the hell is going on? My screaming abruptly ends, my eyes going wide with disbelief as the apparently very much alive vampire before me stares up at me in utter bewilderment.
"S-Sookie?" he questions softly, his pale hand rising up to gently caress my cheek. "A-are you…real?" he whispers fearfully and I find I'm only able to silently nod, hoping to God I really am real, but surely I must be, at least I feel real.
"Oomph," the wind is nearly knocked out of me once pale arms take me into a fierce, vise like grip. "Godric?" I whisper softly once I manage to catch my breath once more. His body is wracking with what appear to be heaving sobs as he buries his face against my abdomen and I find myself just staring down at him in bafflement, my fuzzy mind trying to make sense of what the hell is going on.
I can hear Godric mumbling against me, and though I can't make out his muffled words, his distress is clear enough and I find myself drawing small, comforting circles over his back in an attempt to soothe him some. Okay, so Godric is obviously alive, but then, I wished for this very thing, didn't I?
I suppose my wish worked, which must mean I truly do love Eric, I must, or his Maker wouldn't be here with me now. Wow, I can't fight the truth now, not with it staring me so blatantly in the face. I'd kind of assumed Godric would be reunited with his child instead of me though. What on earth could possibly be wrong with him?
"You saved me," I hear Godric whisper softly. I'm instantly brought from my whirling thoughts as I gaze down to see fearful, blood rimmed, emerald eyes gazing up at me in apparent adoration.
"What?" is all I can think to say in return, my mind currently flooded with enough unanswered questions to leave me feeling utterly and completely lost.
"It was horrible, so unbelievably horrible," he whispers, his blood rimmed eyes reflecting his apparent terror as I feel a fearful shudder run through him.
"What was horrible Godric? I don't understand," I admit, feeling his grip upon me tighten as if he's afraid I'll slip away. It's utterly heartbreaking, seeing him so fearful, so utterly terrified and I find myself gently combing my fingers through his soft, dark locks in an attempt to provide him with at least some semblance of comfort.
"Death," he finally whispers softly enough I fear I may have misheard him before more crimson tears are welling around startling emerald eyes. My eyes go wide with realization before I'm sending him sympathetic eyes, knowing I could never really understand the literal hell he's apparently been through, yet finding myself thankful that he's now safe from such a clearly petrifying existence.
"It's alright, Godric, you're safe now," I gently reassure him, continuing to comb my fingers through his hair until he seems to finally calm down some. He suddenly tenses against me once more and I glance down to see him staring at the nearby window in disbelief. What on earth? I glance out the window myself, seeing nothing at all remarkable about the familiar, sunlit landscape. Wait, sunlit?
A fearful hiss escapes Godric and in a flash he's suddenly vamping from my lap to leave me sitting alone on the bed in stunned bewilderment. Just what the hell is going on!? I feel as though I've fallen into some lost episode of the Twilight Zone or something and it's not until I hear nearby, fearful whimpering that I'm brought back to reality once more.
"Godric?" I question, leaning over the side of the bed to see bulging, emerald eyes peeking out at me from beneath my Gran's old bed.
"H-how?" he questions and I find I can only shake my head, having no answers for his apparent ability to survive in the sunlight.
"Um, I'm not real sure," I admit, feeling the blood beginning to rush to my head before I crawl down from the bed to lie down before him. "Are you hungry? I think I might still have some bottled blood," I enlighten him, going to stand before feeling cool fingers wrap themselves firmly around my arm.
"Don't," Godric pleads to leave me sending him another sympathetic gaze. "Don't leave me," he whispers fearfully. I can only nod in agreement, my heart going out to the frightened vampire before me.
"Alright," I agree, sending him a reassuring smile. "Don't you wanna come out of there though? That can't be comfortable for you," I realize, seeing the way he's curled in upon himself in the cramped, darkened space.
"The sun," he says, shaking his head fearfully as I tilt my head thoughtfully.
"It didn't seem to harm you before," I muse aloud, seeing him glance down to his wholly uninjured body as if searching for proof of my words. Slowly, hesitantly, he begins crawling out from under the bed and I send him a reassuring smile, watching those stunning emerald eyes of his go wide with disbelief as he raises a pale hand through a streaming beam of sunlight.
"How is this possible?" he whispers softly, his stunned gaze focusing upon me curiously. "How am I here? How am I alive?"
"Oh, well, I kinda wished for it," I admit somewhat sheepishly, seeing his jaw drop in disbelief, it would actually be kind of funny, seeing such an ancient being looking so utterly stunned if the circumstances were different.
"You? You did this?" he whispers, looking back to his pale flesh glowing softly under the sunlight.
"Um, yeah, I guess I did," I admit softly just before strong arms are suddenly wrapped around me once more.
"Thank you," I hear Godric whisper and can only smile down at him, feeling as though I truly did make the right choice in wishing for his return.
EPOV
I lie awake in bed, once more finding my immunity to the dawn's pull seems to be growing stronger still, a strange occurrence, but one I've come to attribute to my ancient age. On mornings such as this I actually long for the ability to die peacefully at dawn as this is the time I find plaguing memories of a certain blonde haired telepath to be nearly unbearable.
So many missed chances, so many regrets, though given what I know now, I can't help but think there may actually still be a chance to make things right. Maybe, just maybe I haven't missed my chance entirely. That is, if I can believe the rather unbelievable things my child has only just recently informed me of, but then; Willa really has no reason to lie to me.
Of course, that means I have to believe what she told me about Bill as well, that slimy fucking bastard. I should have trusted my initial instincts of him as they apparently proved to be correct when all was said and done. I can hardly believe he was able to fool everyone around him, including me for so long. I truly believed he had loved Sookie and she him, how very wrong I was.
Sookie. Willa claims Niall seemed to be sure it's me that holds Sookie's heart. What a very strange and unexpected revelation. Sookie never treated me as though she held any kind of reverence for me, excluding that rather brief, yet incredibly pleasurable time the two of us spent together whilst I was under that witch's spell. But even that ended bitterly between us, succeeding in making me believe the two of us would never share anything deeper than friendship.
But now, well, now I'm left with no choice but to examine my own feelings for the one woman in over a thousand years who got away. While it's true my initial attraction to Sookie was mostly selfish on my part, that all changed once I got to know the fiery southern belle, finding an unexpected kinship of sorts that in time transformed into something deeper, more meaningful, at least on my end.
And then, though I admittedly fought tooth and nail against it, I finally had to admit my feelings for the often times infuriating blonde turned to undeniable feelings of love. I don't even know how it happened, never having felt this way about any other human and though I'd like to be able to blame Sookie's Fae heritage, I know there's more to it than that.
Yet I let her go, knowing full well my feelings for her were unreciprocated. And then there was my promise to that fucking liar Bill, which I made in the hopes that Sookie may really be granted a true chance at a normal life, one not plagued with vampire politics and violence. A life I perhaps wrongly assumed she longed for.
Could it be I was wrong in assuming Sookie wanted a normal, human life? She apparently chose to keep her Fae light, could this mean she's finally chosen to accept what she is? I told her once it was the Fae half of her that would keep her alive and now it would seem as though those words have ring truer than I'd originally thought.
Love. That's what fuels a Fae's light, according to Niall, who I should think would be an expert in that particular subject. And if Sookie's light has been fading, then what Willa said must be correct; Sookie never truly loved Bill and in staying with him, her light, apparently along with her very lifeforce were made to dwindle away to leave her the miserable, fading mess she is now.
And if I'm to believe she truly does hold love for me, that she actually returns the feelings for her I've long locked away deep inside myself, could I be the one to save her? If we were reunited once more, would her light, along with her lifeforce return to her once more? Wow… that's, well, admittedly a bit terrifying and yet, undoubtedly alluring all the same.
But how can I know Sookie will be accepting of this? Willa informed me of her apparent hesitance in accepting Niall's words. How can I know she won't just push me away once more? How can I be sure I'm not opening old wounds only to have them ripped wide to leave me nothing more than a pitiful mess, fated only to suffer tenfold the misery this woman has already served to bring me.
"Fuck," I sigh out, sitting up before clutching my knees tightly to my chest. I've never felt so torn in all my thousand plus years upon this earth. On one hand, if things turn out well, I could have the one woman I truly love finally in my arms once and for all, but, if things don't pan out so well, well, I fear what would become of me if I were made to face such harsh rejection yet again from said woman.
I suppose no rash actions should be made on my part though, at least not yet, not while Sookie is left debating the use of her Fae given wish. Will she actually use it? And if so, just what will she wish for? I have absolutely no idea, though I can't help but feel as though she needs this time to decide for herself just what it is she truly wants. She deserves that much at least.
I sit for a time, longing only to finally feel the dawn's lulling pull upon me, needing a bit of solace from my overwhelming thoughts for a time. It's then that I feel it, something I was sure I'd never feel ever again. My jaw drops in disbelief, my hand clutching at my chest as a hauntingly familiar spark ignites within me.
"Godric?" I whisper, glancing around the room, fully expecting to see that same translucent embodiment of my deceased Maker once more and yet there is no sign of him to be found. Just what the fuck is going on!?
