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There was screaming and groaning everywhere around me with in seconds. I could only guess what the place actually looked like now. I decided to take my chances and opened my eyes. I was right. Something had fallen on me, correction somebody had fallen on me. But who was it? From this angle I could faintly make out some grey clothing and dark hair.

Oh no.

"Godric!" I said but it came out more like a started gasp. He didn't move so I brought my hand up and shook him by the shoulder. "Godric!"

He finally seemed to 'come to' and raised himself off me a bit, supporting himself by his hands.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, as he looked me over looking for injuries.

"I don't think so." I answered shaking my head a bit.

He nodded, pulling himself completely off me and into a kneeling position before offering me his hand. I reached out with my hand and shifted my body to sit up when I felt pain shoot up my left arm causing me to hiss as it scratched against the floor. I carefully pulled it around to see why it hurt and found a rather large piece of glass sticking out of my arm with no doubt, another piece close in size inside.

"Damn it!" I swore under my breath.

"You are hurt. Here, let me help you." he said already reaching for me.

"No. I got it." I said still looking at the chuck of glass. This is gonna hurt. I just hope he can hold off all his questions for later.

I moved my arm so it was now right in front of me and brought my hand up to firmly, without cutting myself, grip the piece of glass. I took a deep breath. It's now or never. Without a second thought I yanked it out, biting my lip to stop me from gasping out at the pain, and dropped it on the floor to cradle my arm against my chest.

"Here. I can help…"

"No." I said looking up. His gaze was a mixture of shock and, I dare say, thirst as he stared at my arm. "I got it."

I concentrated on my arm for a second before, just like I wanted, it started to heal itself up. After about thirty seconds, there was nothing but dried blood coating my newly healed smooth skin. I looked up to see he was now staring at my arm in awe. He offered me his hand again and we both stood up.

"You.."

"Later." I interrupted trying to reassure him. On the inside, however, I was hoping that 'later' would never have to come.

He nodded and looked to the right where walking, well, trying to walk, by. She was covered in asphalt, dirt, and a bit of blood. In fact, now that I actually looked down I see that Godric and me looked pretty much the same.

She walked past us and over to a bunch of bodies that were just lying on the ground, checking to see who was alive and who wasn't. I watched her as I stood off to the side from Godric. I mean, what COULD I do? Even if I wanted to help? She managed to help some off them out by pulling out some of the objects imbedded in them before heading off to do the same in the other rooms.

She finally came back into view and walked back over to where we were standing.

"Who's dead?" Godric asked her.

"Stan, Paulo, Katherine, two human companions." she answered.

"Contact the Hotel Camilla. Alert them of what has happened and tell them to have security ready. We will be arriving there soon." he ordered her.

She nodded and walked off.

"What do we do know?" I asked him still unsure.

"See if we may help." he said and walked off into the other room.

I followed after him and found him kneeling by a few vampires who had been closer to the suicide bomber than we were. One of them was fine, looked a complete mess but still fine, while there were two them trapped under a support beam.

"I'll hold it up. Both of you pull them out." he said.

And he did. He held it up enough for me and the other vampire to drag each one of them out. Unfortunately, that wasn't it. They had both been hit by some rather large pieces of wood, which Godric and the other guy were already helping them pull out, but they also had some silver stuck in them.

"Will you…" the vampire started but I cut him off.

"Of course."

I kneeled over one of them and started to pull them out as quickly and carefully as I could. Most pieces were just bullets that were almost completely out of his chest, but some were more like little stakes that were just sitting there. I got all of the ones I could see and looked up at his face.

"Is that all?" I asked him. Maybe he could still feel some that I hadn't seen.

"Yes. Thank you." he replied with a small genuine smile in return.

I offered him a smile and turned to kneel next to the other one.

"Him too?" I asked Godric, who happened to be right in front t of me on his other side, picking out whatever he could.

"Yes. He seems to have been blasted with more of the silver." he said.

"Okay."

And he was. This guy had almost his complete right side covered in those little silver stakes and pieces of shrapnel. Again I tried to take out as much as I could see as quickly and carefully as possible. After a few minutes, I had finally finished and looked back up to Godric who I found looked a bit worried.

"What?" I asked him.

"Come around to this side." he said.

I went around to his other side and knelt down right next to him. I followed his gaze and couldn't help but stare as my eyes widened. Somehow, probably from whatever way the blast had hit this guy had gotten two silver rods to stab into his side. That has got to hurt.

"I will hold him down while you take those out." he told me, looking at the vampire on the ground who only gave a week nod.

"Okay."

He firmly placed his hands by his shoulder and gut to keep him pinned down before looking at me.

"Now."

"Sorry." I whispered to the injured vampire, knowing this was really going to hurt him.

I grabbed the first rod with a firm grip and ripped it out as quickly as I could. I tossed it over to the side and then did the same thing to the second one as I tried to ignore the sizzling noise and random pieces of melted skin that came off like melted cheese, not to mention, the slightly thrashing vampire under me.

He finally stilled and I could see the wound begin to heal up, slowly, but nonetheless. Godric took his hands off him after a second and he finally sat himself up.

"Thank you." he said with a week smile.

"Don't mention it."

"The Hotel Camilla has been alerted, Sheriff." said Isabel, who was now standing right next to us.

"Then let us tell everyone." he said.

He stood up and walked after her, avoiding the wreckage, into the main room. I stood up a bit slower and followed them a few feet behind, taking in the remains. The house was in ruins, and it only got worse as I walked forward, mostly since that was where the guy had blown himself up. There were people bleeding everywhere, both human and vampire alike. Some of the walls had been blown away or half torn down leaving rubble all over the floor. In some areas, the floor and walls were covered in what I could only guess was literally blood and guts, no doubt from whoever might have been too close and 'exploded'.

"Everyone, please!" said Isabel, trying to get their attention, but it didn't do much help until some human guy stepped up.

"Hey! Ya'll listen up!"

"They may come back." said Godric. "Go to the Hotel Camilla, they've been alerted. Security is in place."

Immediately, everybody started heading out, some limping while others were practically carried. Isabel came over to me over towards the front door.

"There is a car. Let us go." she said.

I went along but could help but stop when I saw Godric. He was just standing there, staring at the place with a lost and somewhat vacant expression. I wasn't sure why, but even just the way that he looked so… lost was gnawing away at me. I could see Eric staring at him too, with an almost worried look on the other side of the room. He didn't really look like he was going to do anything about it anytime soon though, so I decided to.

"I'll be right back, Isabel." I said, and walked off not giving her time to answer.

I reached him, still standing there. To be quite honest, I don't even think he was paying attention and knew I was there.

I cautiously placed my hand on his shoulder. "Godric."

It took him about a second to respond but he blinked a few times before looking at my hand and then my face. I had to look up a bit to look him in the eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"I don't know." he said. And I honestly thought he was really confused at the moment.

"We should go." I said.

He looked at the door, where Isabel still stood waiting, before nodding, giving me a sad smile, and walking off. I could feel Eric's gaze on me but I didn't care to turn around. I walked back over to Isabel, noticing that she was also staring at him with concern.

"Is he okay?"

"I do not know." she answered. "I do not think I have ever seen him this way. Come."

We walked outside and it felt like I was breathing for the first time. I hadn't even noticed just how suffocating it actually got in there until just now. There were several cars; a few were still waiting for some while most were already on their way. We went over to a black Mercedes some vampire was already in the passenger seat, Eric was making his way to the driver's side, and I could see Godric sitting in the backseat through the open door. Isabel and me made it in, barely closing the door, as Eric was driving before I knew it.

I take back what I said earlier about awkward car rides. This one was just as bad if not worse. It was so quiet that I could practically hear myself breathing. And it wasn't like I was even close to panting or heaving back here either. The awkward part was the fact that everybody was looking at either Godric or me. He was just staring out the window, probably lost in his own thought and ignoring everything around him, while I just sat there completely still, staring straight ahead and avoiding any and all eye contact. That didn't mean I could feel their gazes every now and then, no doubt he could feel it too.

I was thankful that it wasn't that far of a ride as I felt the car come to a stop. Everybody opened up a door at stepped outside so I followed suit after Godric since he was the one by the sidewalk. I noted that the other cars were parked right out front as well will some of the injured getting out but didn't really get to pay any really attention since I was basically being forced forward into the building. I was practically in the middle of the vampires as they moved in with Eric making up the back so it's not like I had a chance at leaving even if I'd wanted to.

I didn't even really care that we just headed towards the elevators. Isabel had probably already taken care of the room situation when she'd called. But at the moment, I honestly wouldn't have cared even if she hadn't. I felt like everything that had happened in the last two maybe three days was finally starting to catch up with me. From my sleep deprivation to every other little thing in general like Sookie hugging me out of nowhere and then the bombing.

Have you ever felt so tired or just absolutely exhausted to the point where you just didn't care anymore? As if your body had just switched off for a bit and you almost felt depressed? Well, I felt like that right now. Like I couldn't even muster up energy to even FEEL tired at the moment.

A strange 'DING' suddenly brought me to. I blinked a few times before noticing that Godric and Eric were already standing right outside the elevator, waiting for me. I stepped out of it while realizing I hadn't even noticed that everybody had gotten off already. We were the only ones left.

I followed behind them as they walked on ahead of me. I faintly toyed with the fact that they were speaking some other language over whatever it is they were saying. Every few seconds or so I would see Godric glancing my way with a strange look in his eyes before turning back to Eric, but I paid them no attention as I kept staring past them towards the end of the hallway or my feet every now and then.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, even though it still felt all too soon, they stopped on a door to the left and opened up the door. Eric went in first while Godric decided wait and hold the door for me. I barely registered the fact that I offered him a small fake smile as I passed him, although it was more of an automatic polite response then any form of conscious action.

I heard the door close behind me as I stood by a couch in what was like a small living room within the suite. It was quite nice I guess. There were a lot of black, grey, or red colors mixed into the color scheme while throwing in a lighter shade here and there, but it was nice. It also had a few big sized windows, no doubt some of those fancy once that shut closed to keep the sun out, on the far wall over looking the city's nightlife. There were also two sets of double doors on either side of the room; probably where the actually bedroom was, which either meant I was staying here with one of them or it was for them and I'd get kicked out to find my own room, if I had one that is.

"Arella?" I turned to find Godric staring at me with a questioning look. "You will be staying here with me." he said and stopped, probably waiting for some type response. When I gave none, he continued. "You may go if you wish. I'm sure you'd like to get yourself cleaned up."

That only reminded me that I was still covered in what used to be a house and what used to be several people. You fill in the rest. It almost made me angry to realize but I was still too tired to do anything about it anyways. I threw them a mumbled 'thanks' and walked towards to room to the right since it was already the closest.

I guess I must have chosen the right one. There on the bed was a bag with a note attached to it with my name scribbled across a dotted line. It read: "Due to the unfortunately reason for your stay, we hope this might help. –Compliments of the Hotel Camilla." Inside was a brand new set of underwear, satin pajamas, and a simple change of close that all looked around the right size. I wouldn't complain. After what happened and Isabel being on the phone for who knows how long, I'm sure everybody needed and got something to wear too. With that in my, I noticed a door t the side to reveal a bathroom and walked over, with bag in hand, to take a much needed shower.

I can't wait to just fall asleep.

X-X-X

Eric's POV

It wasn't long before we both heard her start a shower within the room. Sitting up straight on the couch I had taken to seconds ago, I turned my gaze over to my maker.

"What are we going to do about this? We can not simply leave this be." I said.

"What do you expect us to do?" he answered.

"Act." I stated simply. I might not love the idea of treating them as equals but ignoring them is always an option until something like this happens. How DARE they think they can bomb us and get away with it!

"And what will that accomplish?" he asked. "It will only end in the loss and innocents and unneeded bloodshed."

"They are not innocent." I countered.

"You do not know that." he said calmly.

"An innocent does not torture. An innocent does not go willingly as a suicide bomber. An innocent would not stand outside ready to shoot with crossbows. And an innocent does not go around go around trying to kill all those that don't agree with them. They are NOT innocent!" I snapped.

"And what would you have us do? Go and slaughter them all?" he asked.

"We should." I said, getting aggravated. Why was he acting like this? Even a few years ago, control or not, he would have NEVER stood for this.

"And why is that, Eric? Because we can?"

"We are vampire!" I practically yelled. "We are above any and all those pathetic blood bags! How dare they try to kill us off and think they'd get away with it! Do you not care about what they have just done! How DARE you defend those disgusting breathers!"

Not a second later and I felt by back making contact with the floor as he kneeled over me, pinning me down with his hand around my throat.

"Excuse me? How DARE I?" he spoke, deadly calm, fangs out, and with a look that could still chill me to the bone after all these years. "You should be wise to remember that I AM your maker. You WILL respect me." he said, tightening his grip painfully before loosening it back up.

If anybody thought I could be afraid, it would be a joke. After a thousand years, there IS no fear. But when it came to my maker, that was a different story. I mentally chastised myself for most likely pushing him too far. How stupid had I been to question him? Had I honestly forgotten so easily what that happened the last time. My maker could tolerate many a things, but disrespect was never one of them.

"Just because you can, does not mean you will. You will not kill them. And you will NOT disrespect me again. Understood?" he said, looking me directly in the eyes.

"Yes, Master." I answered.

He was off me without a seconds notice and sitting somewhat slouched on the couch. I easily got off the ground and sat back where I was earlier, across from him. Even after what had just happened, he seemed… lost. Just like he had back at the house. Something was very different with my maker.

He sighed. "The world is very different now, Eric, very much so. We cannot simply continue with our ways like we have for centuries. Things are not the same anymore."

"Things were bound to change with The Great Revelation. You knew this, Godric." I said, trying to reason with him. His sullen mood was started to concern me.

"It's not just the revelation, Eric, it's everything. The world that we once knew has changed. So many things are… new." he said, although it seemed for so to himself. He finally looked up at me with an expression I couldn't quite place. "You must think, my child. Do not be so impulsive. A thousand years of experience won't take that away if you do not make the effort." he said giving me a knowing smile.

"I will try." I said. I could never deny him, but impulsive was something I had always been.

"Good. You should retire for the day, Eric. The sun is arising."

He was right, like always, and I could feel the deadly pull to rest creeping up on me as he said so. I stood and made my way to the door to head to my suite a few doors over; when I remembered something I'd been meaning to figure out.

"The girl?"

"She is… different. Very different actually."

I considered that for a second, deciding it was very true. She did not scare like many would have been in her position. Even when I was about to bite her myself, there was nothing but confidence and concentration coming from her. Not to mention, she seemed just as happy to play coy and tease as I was, as if nothing had happened. And then the way he acted toward her?

"She means something?"

He looked down before answering. "I- I'm not sure." he said, looking… unsure? What about her would make him doubt himself?

"She makes me feel… different. I am just not sure what." he admitted honestly.

Different? Huh. I could care less what that meant, but apparently it something to my maker. I was not blind. I had noticed how much he had seemed to smile while in her company. She obviously had some impact. Well whatever it was, she better make sure she knows her place. She does anything to him and will personally see to it that she regrets it.

"Rest well, Master." I said before leaving the room.

It too close to sunrise, so when I saw Isabel walking down the hallway ahead of me towards the elevator, I was certainly curious.

"You needed something?"

"No, Eric." she said stopping to look at me. "I was heading to Godric's suite to speak with him when I realized how early it is. I decided to leave him be and speak tonight."

"Hmm." I said only half listening as my thoughts were still on that girl.

"Something on your mind, Eric?" she asked. I must have shown something for her to tell. Maybe I was starting to slip a bit with my rest craving pull tugging at me still.

"The girl." I admitted. "What makes her special for Godric to keep her around? From my knowledge, they met at that forsaken church basement, and only because they 'didn't want him to starve'. He could have sent her on her way as soon as everybody was leaving."

"I do not know that answer, Eric. I do know, though, that he has quite taken to her." she said.

"Impossible." I scoffed. Godric has never taken to anybody for anything other than dinner or 'entertainment'. As his child, I would KNOW if he was 'taken' with anybody.

"No. Very possible." she said, before giving me a coy knowing smile. "He likes her."

"Excuse me?" I said amused. She was truly losing it.

"He may not fully realize it right now, but he does." she said confidently.

"And how, may I ask, did you come to that conclusion?" I asked, arching an eyebrow in amusement, awaiting whatever she might come up with.

She smiled before speaking. "She made him laugh."

I felt my eyes widen a bit. Laugh? Really? Even I haven't been able to do much of anything in the last century or so. He has been keeping to himself even more so over the last few years. Maybe she did mean something to him?

"Well the sun is almost fully dawn. I shall leave. Rest well." she said and was off, using her speed.

I walked to my door, still a bit shocked by this new revelation. I would have to walk things more closely tonight.

X-X-X

Godric's POV

Eric might have left the conversation as it was, but I could not stop myself from thinking over what we'd spoken, who we'd spoken about. I knew he wanted answers, but I could not give him what I did not know myself. Did not know? It felt strange to not be sure, something I haven't felt in a very long time.

'She means something?' he had asked. Did she? Did she mean something to me? I will admit that I liked her company; even in the very short time we had known each other. Was that just because I liked her company or something more?

Thinking about her I can say she wasn't ugly. She was actually quite beautiful with her powerfully contrasting features. She had something about her that somehow made me feel at ease as well as more of myself. I had almost felt younger for a sort while, if that was still possible after all my years. She had a way about her that wasn't like others I've met in a long time. She was kind in her own way, while still confident and strong, something that many people didn't have nowadays.

But there was still so much about her that I didn't know and I am somehow craving to find all out. Then, I think back to what happened inside the basement in the church. Eric is right. She is not normal, and the more I think on it, I find myself considering whether she is even fully human. I slightly shuddered as I remembered what had happened. I could feel my control slipping slightly, my fangs threatening to come out as I remembered what she'd done, how she'd looked, the power that very clearly radiated off of her. It was nothing sweet, far from it. It was pure raw power, almost dark. The last thing I had encountered familiar to that was a demon like creature I stumbled upon several years before even Eric's time. And even then, it was not so easily detected, not as strong. I could leave it as a result of my younger age, but she didn't seem to be trying at all. What was she?

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoy my little insight into Eric and Godric's heads for now. I hope I got it right. Although it's not completely hard, it's still not completely easy writing for them. Oh well. Please let me know whether I failed or not. lol. :D