Again and again a thousands thank you for all the wonderful words and encouraging notes. I'm having a blast writing this and I'm glad so many of you are having the same fun reading it. I just wish I knew who two of my anonymous reviewers are! Sorry this took awhile but life moves at different paces.
So many of you want to see Bill's demise! So blood thirsty you are, tsk tsk I like him as the comic foil. Maybe I should make Sophie Ann it if Bill should be ended. Let me know ;)
Also I have a wonderful beta now, Peachie X. She has been an amazing supporter and just wonderful to get to know!
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It was like facing a pack of starving jackals. Each move he made was shadowed by four sets of eyes. Two were dark molten chocolate, one of those pairs was colder than he ever thought possible. One set of blue glittered with anticipation, his fingers running along an axe. Its polished handle ending with a snarling beast, time and blood had worn the handle to a smooth finish.
The most important set of eyes, for the most part ignored him, glancing his way only when he finished his task. Standing in one smooth motion, Godric squared his shoulders. "Do you know what exactly the Horsemen do, William?"
He slowly circled the anxious man, "Did your maker ever tell the tales of nightmares young vampires dread? I assume not since your little girl seems to adore me. Lorena never even hinted about us? War, Pestilence, Famine and Death. The greater judges, even the council dread to hear from us. We are only needed in times of great duress. Phantoms that come and go, when the council lets things get out of hand. When spoiled little queens think its fair to overthrow all the regulations put in place just to ensure her safety, when foolish, prideful men think pure simple creatures are put on the earth to serve their every whim and want."
"I've seen war like you; I've been witness to most actually and have seen multiple empires crumble. I've learned how to pick up the pieces and emerge with knowledge on how to better myself and those around me. Something you've never learned. War is the divider, he pushes and pulls the strong from the weak. Pestilence is the beginning, she passes the time until the pitiful build themselves up in glasses houses, she starts the cracks that invite the pressure to break down fantasy worlds feeble minded leaders build. Famine is the equalizer, and hungry vampire during a plague is not something I wish upon anyone. And I, am the final judge, with me you lose your name and come naked like the day you where brought forth into the world. I take it all, your accomplishments, failures, hopes and dreams; I lay it bare and see how much destruction or creation you've made in the wake of your existence. To your end I push you and see if acceptance or guilt reflects back at me."
"Your face shows me pride, damning pride not willing to commit to the failings you have done. You've lead two innocent women into viper pits. One a child, trusting you to teach her the ways of a dark world. The second a woman of pure light and healing, willing to sacrifice every part of her being for those she loves and you threw that back in her face. Always taking and never giving back anything of equal worth. Only heartbreak and despair."
Godric paused; his path had taken him behind Compton's ear, his words whispered only for him. "Can you blame me for wanting to taste the sun when I walk the path of the underworld. She gives me warmth and joy, I give her the ability to trust someone just as strong and with the power to protect her from pain. She was never as giving with you as me. She never whimpered your name in her sleep without the shame of your blood. I had her crying out from the moment I stepped off the rooftop in Dallas."
Bill's hand twitched towards his coat, ready to pull out a stake concealed within. In a flash he was pinned against the wall, the sharp blade of the axe pressed against his throat, the hilt, he realized was a wolf head.
Godric watched him from the place he still stood; "You do realize that is the axe Eric hunted down the wolves that murdered his family with. You're trying to harm what he considers family now. Sookie has given him affection and the belief that he can be something greater more than anyone has in over eight hundred years. I wouldn't test him; you've already given them one person she holds dear. In fact the sacrifice you left is guarding the door and learning the ways of war. I think she wants your blood more than we do."
The Doctor started to chuckle at that, "I've raised my girl well, she knows you're not the vamp that directly hurt her, but she knows you'll lead others into danger to get a means to an end. She knows how to pull the weakened deer away from the herd. She knows how to contact her sister to break you down for Death to flay you open." He finished and went back to methodically pulling weapons from his coat. So far he had laid down silver stakes, knives, what looked like silver spikes and a mallet, a pistol with wooden bullets and finally liquid silver and a syringe.
Eric felt Compton shudder under his arm. He only smiled and leaned in, "I've been hunting those that never understood the honor bestowed on them. Those that pollute the world with petty demands, just because you have the power doesn't mean you should abuse it Compton. Trust me Sophie Ann is going to learn that valuable lesson very soon."
Tara whistled low from the door and only grinned at him, her fingers rattling the chain. Godric pressed gently on Eric's arm, the axe eased up and if Bill need oxygen, he would have gasped. "She is still mine," he rasped out. "Nothing you say will make me believe you have any actual power. She'll come crying back because she knows what an actual man can give her, Godric. Not some stupid child that plays pretend games inside his own head!"
He felt his arm dislocate from its socket, his neck turned and he saw Eric, Tara and the witch doctor step back. The Doctor shaking his head and muttering something about pissing off a demi gods' offspring.
"You think I play games little boy?" A seething voice dripped in his ear. "You think I am less of a man than you? That I have no idea how the world works because I was coddled for being ancient? I built the counsel that you disobey. I placed your queen on her gaudy throne and I will burn it out from underneath her."
Elegant hands gripped his throat and he felt the cold stake press between his shoulder blades. "This is your end William Compton, I will make sure that marker in the cemetery next door holds the slob you are about to become."
Bill laughed, "You can't do it, Sookie will loathe you. You think she wants the rotting smell of decay that follows you in her house? You are nothing."
He was flipped over and looked into dark eyes that turned black, fangs had run downward and nails dug into his skin. Bill could feel power pulsing from the boy holding him down, he pressed upward but didn't have the strength to even move the limb that held him captive. He panicked then and brought back a memory from the battlefield. A young drummer boy on the Union side faced him across the gun smoked lines, eyes midnight black in the setting sun. Dirt upon his face, he looked in to his very soul. He never wanted to be home more so than he did then, surrounded by his wife and children, knowing he fought for the wrong side and only wanting to go back and make life that much more peaceful for his family. He knew looking at that boy deserting wasn't a dishonorable thing to do.
Those same midnight eyes bore into his again, and he felt over a millennia of pain, hatred and despair. He understood the duty this being had, to bring down those that strayed, those that wanted to dominate mankind and prove they were bigger than gods or the earth itself. He was the destroyer of the immortal madmen and dictators.
He willed his eyes to close, only to find those images haunted him in his own mind. He cursed Lorena for the millionth time for making him, he really was meant for the era he was born in, it was time.
Godric looked down and watched as Compton opened his eyes, he nodded down towards him. "You are ready." he simply stated.
Bill nodded, "I miss home. Sookie was closet thing I felt to that in so long. This time, it's not for me anymore."
He didn't feel the stake run through him, instead he saw two young boys running over a field towards him. His wife in the background, sitting on a picnic blanket. Her sweet face framed by curls and her arms open to welcome him home.
Sookie came home a few hours later to find two vampires and two witch doctors at her kitchen table, candles were light all around filling the air with soft soothing scents. She could faintly smell something in the air reminding her of when Jason used to leave dishes in the sink for too long. Tara was in the process of trying to scrub soot off of Godric's face and scold him at the same time. Eric was laughing with his chin propped on his hand while Charles shoveled a sandwich into his face.
Tara herself had dirt on her arms and clothing, "Before you ask, yes we buried Bill with his family. Also, you where right, he really did want to go 'home.'"
Godric turned towards her, his face still being attacked by Tara's washcloth. "Can I take a shower? With you?" He bluntly stated. Eric started laughing harder, his phone began to play a Swedish children's tune. Everyone turning to look at him, Charles choked on a piece of turkey and blurted out, "Vi Ga Over Daggastankta Berg? Seriously?"
Yes thank you, it's special. Makes me think of Sookie and how it doesn't suit her." The girl mentioned looked at him with confusion on her face.
"Google the translation later, Charlie will help you. I unfortunately need to return this call. I believe its business. Godric I will talk to you later when I find out more." With that he walked up to Sookie, wrapped her in a hug and wished her goodnight. Soon they could hear his sports car engine reve as he pulled away.
"Sook, I'm gonna go shower first, then make Charlie shower and go to bed. I hope you don't mind if he uses Jason's old room." Tara asked. Sookie smiled in agreement. "Ya'll go ahead, I think Godric and I need some time together."
As the two left she turned to boy, placing her head against his, she simply said, "I love you"
Godric wrapped his arms around her, "Not as much I do you."
