AN: Enjoy this chapter! Happy Reading!- krispybee12 & Butterflybelle
*Warning* This chapter is NSFW
Chapter 10
JPOV
Hoyt and I drive up to my Gran's old farmhouse and I just can't seem to wipe the frown from my face as I gaze out the window up at my ancestral home. Shit, it damn near kills me each and every time I visit my sister, seein' her just sittin' there, her blue eyes listless and distant. Warm fingers slipping between my own serve to remind me I'm not alone this time though and I find myself sending Hoyt a grateful smile, thankful for his reassuring presence at my side.
"It'll be fine, Jase," he assures me. "Sookie might not say it, but I'm sure she appreciates you comin' to check up on her," he insists, earning a slight nod from me as I hope he's right about this.
"Maybe you're right, I'm just glad you agreed to come with me," I answer back, earning a soft smile.
"Of course, it might be good for Sook to see another friendly face," he remarks with a shrug before the two of us are exiting the truck together. I pause before the newly remodeled porch, my nerves nearly overwhelming me before Hoyt's reassuring squeeze upon my hand grants me enough courage to proceed.
The two of us step inside together, slipping off our boots before making our way to the living room. My frown deepens upon seeing the empty couch, knowing there's only one other place to find my sister and if she's there, it can only mean this is one of her bad days. Damn. I let out a resigned sigh, grateful Hoyt's here with me as I lead him towards the armoire set up against the far wall.
"She ain't in there, is she?" Hoyt questions, earning another sigh from me as I turn back to see his puzzled expression.
"Just prepare yourself for the worst," I sigh out, knowing this is isn't apt to be pleasant as I swing open the metal lined doors. My face pinches in puzzlement upon seeing the empty space below and it's only then that I hear low voices sounding from upstairs.
"Is someone else here?" Hoyt questions softly as my shoulders instantly tense, my years spent on the police force instinctively putting me on edge as I can't help but expect the worst. I signal for Hoyt to remain silent before marching towards the hallway closet where I find Gran's old shotgun still propped up in its same spot against the back wall.
"You stay right here," I ask of Hoyt, looking up to see a disapproving frown form over his face once I have the old shotgun cocked and loaded. "I ain't gonna risk you gettin' hurt, Hoyt," I insist, seeing Hoyt's frown deepen. With a resigned sigh, I lean forward to press a reassuring kiss upon his lips that seems to soften at least the edge of his anger.
"Just be careful," he whispers, earning a firm nod from me before I'm ascending the stairs, shotgun at the ready. Damn it, Sook, if it ain't one thing, it's another. I find myself shaking my head, wonderin' just what kinda trouble my sister's managed to get herself into this time. I pause just outside Gran's old room, where the male voices seem to be sounding from. Upon taking a deep, centering breath, I kick open the door, my gun aimed and at the ready.
"Don't you fuckin' move!" I exclaim, my eyes taking in the shocking scene before me. Sookie's sitting in the middle of Gran's old bed, her dress coated in crimson blood with two men to either side of her. I quickly swallow my rising panic, instinctively, aiming the gun steadily at the chest of the larger of the two assailants before registering Sookie's frantic cries.
"Jason! No! Don't shoot!" she exclaims as I keep my aim steady upon the towering blonde before me.
"Fuck that, you're covered in blood, Sook!" I yell back before seeing my sister starting to crawl over the bed towards me from the corner of my eye. The two men remain frozen at the head of the bed, their hands held out before them in surrender and I can suddenly breathe a bit easier seeing they're not putting up any kind of fight.
"Jase, I'm not hurt. None of this blood's even mine," Sookie explains softly before I feel her hands settle over my own. "Now, just put down the gun and I'll explain everything," she continues softly as I finally turn to run my gaze over her. God, there's so much blood, but upon seeing no actual wounds of any kind, I finally lower the shotgun before feeling my sisters arms pull me into a grateful hug.
"Eric, is that you?" I hear Hoyt call from over my shoulder to leave me squinting my eyes at the towering blonde before us. Holy shit, he's right.
"But you're a vamper," I gasp out, glancing over the sunlit windows in surprise. "Oh, fuck me, not another fuckin' Warlow," I groan out, before hearing Sookie's soft giggling beside me. An instant smile comes to my face, not having heard that sound in a long, long time.
"No, no Warlow, I promise," Sookie sniggers out, shaking her head at me before turning back towards the motionless men behind her. "You two of course know Eric and I'm sure you probably remember Godric as well," she remarks to leave me looking to the dark haired man a bit closer.
"Oh, holy hell, I thought you was dead," I gasp out, seeing a somewhat amused smile come to the pale vampire's face.
"Apparently not," he answers back, sending my sister a rather smitten smile that manages to instantly hackle my nerves. I pull Sookie a bit closer, not trusting either one of these bloodsuckers any further than I could throw them, despite, or perhaps more accurately, on account of, my sister's apparent fondness for them.
"Jase, it's okay, really, Eric and Godric aren't gonna hurt anybody, especially not me," Sookie insists as I run a measuring gaze over the two men before us.
"Hmph," I remark, not at all sharing the same trust for these two men as my little sister.
"Go on downstairs," Sookie says then, sending me the first genuine smile I've seen from her in months. "Just let me get cleaned up a bit and then I'll be down to fix you and Hoyt something to eat. I promise I can answer all your questions then," she adds, earning a glowing smile from me as I can't help but be grateful to see my sister finally starting to act like her old self once more.
"Yeah, alright," I agree before turning curiously back towards the two silent vampires, wondering if they could possibly be the reason for Sookie's sudden change of demeanor.
"I'm starvin'!" Hoyt remarks behind me, earning more bubbling laughter from Sookie before I allow her to pull me back towards the stairway. I finally pull my gaze from the vampires, shotgun still held firmly in hand as I'm not sure I can really trust either one of them, especially around my baby sister.
EPOV
"Well, that could have gone worse," I remark once Sookie and the others are out of sight, having been too caught up in the shared moment with Sookie and my Maker to take note of her brother's arrival. It wasn't until I heard the shotgun cocking that I was able to clue Sookie into his presence and by then, it just seemed safer to remain immobile until he inevitably found us.
"Yes, though I fear our Sookie's kin may not be so keen in accepting our place in her life," Godric remarks, earning an agreeing nod from me.
"I suppose we'll just have to work to win him over then," I answer back whist pulling Godric back into my embrace as even the mere inches between us seems much too far away. He sends me a soft smile, his own arms wrapping around me tightly.
"I suppose you're right, my child," he answers back softly, a contented sigh escaping him as he burrows deeper against me. I look down to those familiar dark locks, a small frown coming to my face as I find myself once more wondering just what horrors he may have faced in our time apart. I quickly shake such thoughts away, silently vowing to keep him safe this time around, no matter what it takes.
"The sun will be setting before long," I remark softly after a time, the two of us having been listening in on the conversation taking place below us. Thankfully, it seems as though Sookie's kin may be coming around to a rather begrudging agreement of mine and Godric's place in his sister's life. "I should probably call Pam to inform her of my whereabouts."
"Pam?" Godric questions, tilting his head up at me in question. "I'm afraid I had assumed the worst upon no longer feeling her," he explains, earning an understanding nod from me.
"She is very much alive and well as is my second protégé," I assure him, seeing his brow furrow in confusion. "It's a long story," I sigh out, shaking my head as I pull out my cell phone, grateful to still be wearing my clothes from the previous day as I was in no mind to check for the device before flying myself here this morning.
I leave Pam a voicemail, explaining what I can, which in all honesty, isn't much at all, before enlightening her to my whereabouts. I end up instructing her to close the bar for the night and just join us here upon realizing much of what has happened can only really be explained face to face.
"Perhaps a bit of cleanup is in order if I'm to meet your newest protégé," Godric remarks once I hang up the phone, his emerald eyes scanning over our blood coated apparel.
"I suppose you're right," I sigh out, reluctantly releasing my hold upon him before rising from the bed. "I wonder," I muse aloud before trailing over towards the nearby dresser. I pull open the bottom drawer to see the clothing I previously stashed there is still stacked neatly inside, leading me to ponder whether Sookie ever found it, or if she purposely chose to leave it for me. I suppose I can question her about this later.
"This should do," Godric remarks, taking hold of the clothing I turn to offer him before I'm filling my arms with fresh clothing for myself. I stand then, taking Godric's hand into my own before leading him to the nearby bath.
Once the two of us are shut inside together, I start the shower before turning back to catch Godric's yearning gaze. I send him a fond smile, realizing it's been a long, long time since the two of us have bathed together, much too long actually, and I find myself silently vowing to never again permit a similar travesty.
"I missed you," I whisper against Godric's ear whilst working to strip his bloody tunic away to reveal the tattooed, alabaster flesh beneath. He sends me a soft smile before leaning up to kiss me softly, our mirroring love and adoration soon flooding the newly reestablished bond between us.
Our soiled clothing is soon tossed aside before I'm leading Godric into the steaming shower with me. A part of me is still finding it hard to believe that this is real, that my Maker is actually with me once more and as I begin trailing sudsy hands over very real, very solid flesh, I can only send a prayer of thanks to Odin, grateful not only for my Maker's return, but for the blonde Fae who made this all possible as well.
"Eric," Godric leans up to breathe against my lips, eliciting a shuddering sigh from me as his growing lusts manage to ignite my own. He closes the minute distance between us, pressing his lips firmly against my own and his kiss is hungry, eager, as though he's working to make up for all the years lost between us with lips, tongue and the faintest nipping of fangs.
"Godric," I sigh out shakily upon finding myself suddenly pressed against the wetted shower wall, my eagerness growing steadily with every sure caress Godric's cool hands grant all along the exposed flesh of my back and thighs. His steady palms firmly cupping my ass manages to bring an anticipatory moan from me, already craving to be intimately joined with him, just as in our days of old.
A pale wrist is raised to my lips and I press a soft kiss upon that smooth, dewy flesh before sinking in my fangs to bring thick, crimson bloods welling to the surface. Godric presses a kiss upon the back of my throat before proceeding to use his healing bloods to prepare me for him. His agile fingers work to stretch me whilst simultaneously rubbing over the pleasurable spot deep inside to and it's not long before I'm harshly panting, longing for more.
"Please," I plead unabashedly, needing more, needing him, my Maker, my love, like I've never needed him before. A soft whimper falls from my lips upon feeling the loss of Godric's fingers before he's aligning himself with my entrance.
"Eric," Godric hisses out once he's breached my entrance to elicit a mirroring hiss from me, my body suddenly overwhelmed with the familiar, pain laced pleasure of our joining. As always, Godric's actions are careful, gentle as he delves himself ever deeper and a shuddering sigh escapes me upon feeling him finally sheathed fully within, marrying our bodies to one another. Godric's head falls against my shoulder as he stills his hips, giving me time to adjust to our joining and I reach up to run my fingers through dampened locks, a fond smile stretching over my face.
"I love you," I whisper once emerald eyes raise to catch sight of my adoring gaze, instantly seeing that same look being returned before Godric presses a soft kiss upon my shoulder whilst his pale arms wrap around me tightly.
"I love you, my child," he whispers back before eliciting a guttural moan from me with his first deep thrust. I quickly lose myself entirely to the rapturous feel of our union, concentrating only upon the familiar waves of ecstasy as the bond between us soon overflows with wave after wave of utter devotion and perfect love. How I've missed this, how I've missed him, my Godric, my beloved.
Shared cries soon rise up around us, once we find our shared release, our now fully sated bodies shuddering against one another beneath the streaming waters. Once I regain full use of my limbs once more, I turn in Godric's arms, pulling him into a loving embrace that is years overdue.
The two of us stay just like that for a time, just relishing in the feel of one another under the flowing waters and it's not until I hear the sound of my Pamela's voice floating up from the lower floor that I reluctantly loosen my grasp upon my Maker, sending him a soft smile before reaching up to turn off the quickly cooling spray.
"You ready for this?" I question as we step out of the tub together, the two of us working to dry ourselves.
"As I'll ever be," he answers back with a mirroring smile, his eyes glinting with the beginnings of excitement, I'm sure already looking forward to seeing his grandchild once more, as well as meeting the newest addition to our expanding bloodline.
The two of us are soon dressed in clean clothes and I find myself once more regretting having cut the bonds between my children and myself as I have absolutely no idea just what kind of scene the two of us will soon be walking into together. Here's hoping for the best.