Don't own SVM/TrueBlood, they belong to Alan Ball and Charlaine Harris.

Who has seen season 4 episode 6? That ending scene! OHMYGOSH, my boyfriend thought I was crazy because I was screaming and doing a happy dance. It's about damn time!

This turned out to be a lot longer than I thought it would. Another chapter will also be added to Live in the Night. Also, this was written around 1am, I usually don't make excuses, but please blame any spelling/grammar/typing mistakes on that.

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Sookie woke up on the couch in her own home. She was not alone, Eric Northman was sitting on the armrest and Godric was casually leaning against the wall.

"This has to be real. Godric's never been in my dreams before." She said to herself, but loud enough for the vampires to hear.

Godric chuckled, "Can you be certain of that?"

"If it is a dream, you might as well enjoy yourself." Eric said in his husky, sexy voice that featured in many of Sookie's dreams. "You know you have feelings for me."

Sookie paused, unsure of what to say, how to deny what she knew was true but would never admit in her right mind. "Ew." Was all she came up with, although it was not convincing as her face turned from annoyed to aroused when she took in Eric's leather jacket and tight blue jeans.

Godric laughed heartily in the corner, earning a glare from Eric.

"You enjoy this." Eric leaned forward and kissed Sookie. She didn't put up a fight, deciding it had to be a dream. "And this." Eric moved to her neck, kissing and sucking lightly on her pulse point.

Godric was suddenly sitting behind Sookie, on the other armrest. "Dream or not, now you know you cannot trust Bill Compton." The ancient vampire told Sookie in a voice just above a whisper.

"That's not our blood talking," Eric leaned in so his lips were grazing her ear, just as he had done at the Hotel Camilla, "That's your survival instinct."

Sookie woke with a start. She was at home, laying on the couch. Jason was at her side in an instant when he heard her wake.

"Hey, Sook. It's okay now." He said soothingly.

"Jason?" Sookie tried to clear the fog out of her mind. "Where's Eric and Godric?"

"I don't know. Godric took off and Eric, that's the blond one right?" Sookie nodded. "Well he wasn't here at all." Jason finished and looked at Sookie expectantly.

"Could you hand me my phone?" Sookie pointed to her purse which had been haphazardly thrown on the coffee table. Jason gingerly reached in, he never felt right going through a woman's purse, especially his sister's. Finally he found the cell phone and tossed it to her. Sookie frantically went through her contacts, of course she didn't have the number of the person she wanted to talk to most. She went the the 'F's' and took a moment to wonder when her life had become so weird that she had Fangtasia marked as an important number.

The phone rang a few times before Pam's droll voice came on as the automatic message: Thank you for calling Fangtasia, the bar with a bite. If you're important we'll call you back. If you are trying to pull a prank we will find you. beeeep.

"This message is for Eric Northman. It's Sookie, could you come over tonight?" Sookie hung up, not sure if her message would serve any purpose. She wasn't even sure Eric was in Shreveport, or, if he was if he would drop everything to see her. Probably not, after their argument at Russell's.

Aya stared wide-eyed at Godric for a full thirty seconds before she could say anything. "Dirazen? What-where-why-... WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" She finally gave up trying to be civil and yelled. Aiden and Laura were at the upstairs window in an instant so they could see what was going on.

"I saw him, Aya. I also know..." Godric trailed off, eyeing Axle still uncertain of how much he knew about the Khalisis.

"You know what?" The red-haired vampire asked walking forward. "That they're not exactly human?"

"Dirazen is being held by a particularly sadistic and ancient vampire who finds pleasure in capture rare supernatural beings." Godric kept his eyes on Aya.

"Did anyone tell you what exactly we are?" Aya raised an eyebrow at Godric who shook his head 'no'.

"Darling," Axle put a hand on Aya's shoulder, Godric suppressed his urge to rip off the offending arm. "Take this inside. If you need me, call." Axle nodded to Godric and was off in a flash.

Godric followed Aya into the house and they were greeted with the thunderous noise of teenagers running down the stairs.

"Did he say he found Dad?" "Where is he?" "Are you going to tell him?" "When can we get Dad?" The questions came spilling out from both twins, making it impossible to properly decipher which one was speaking.

"Your father is alive." Godric held up a hand to silence the teenagers. "Tomorrow night, your aunt and I will go get him, he's in Mississippi so I'm afraid there simply is not the time tonight."

"He's alive!" Laura's eyes lit up and a huge smile spread across her face. "Thank you!" She squealed and threw her arms around Godric. Godric was shocked at her reaction but managed to pull an arm up and pat her on the head. Aiden pulled his sister off of the vampire.

"There's still more." He showed no emotion at the new of his father's survival, instead he was looking stone faced from Godric to Aya. "He knows something." He said pointedly to his aunt.

Aya widened her eyes realizing the conversation she was about to have.

"You were going to have to tell him eventually." Laura was obviously still excited, but calmed herself down just enough to take in the gravity of the situation.

"Right. About that." Aya looked directly at Aiden.

"Ya, we'll go. I really don't want to be here for this anyway. C'mon Laur, let's go engage in deviant behavior." He winked at Aya and motioned his sister to follow him outside.

"Don't get arrested!" Aya yelled after them.

"You don't have to tell me anything right now." Godric said calmly to Aya, willing her not to be so obviously tense.

"Yes I do." Aya gave him a sad smile. "Come with me." She led Godric to the basement and opened the door to the weapons cache.

Godric took in the room, impressed with the range and age of some of the weapons. "Your brother has quite the collection."

"Who said anything about this being Dirazen's?" Aya said coyly. She picked up the obsidian dagger. "I found this in Mongolia when I was seventeen. The hilt is made of jade, Dirazen told me jade is dried dragon semen. My father, brother, and I tracked something into the Gobi and I used this dagger to cut out it's heart."

Godric stepped forward, taking the dagger from Aya. The black blade was smooth and shiny, it had ripples in it which were aesthetically pleasing and would be twist the insides of whatever it stabbed. The jade hilt was decorated with an intricately carved dragon. He put the weapon back on its resting place. "What was it?"

"The same thing I am, only a different tribe. It was the last of our enemies, my father and our ancestors traveled the world killing them off." Aya closed the distance between her and the vampire, bring her hands up to his face. "Do you trust me?" She whispered.

"Yes." Godric breathed out. Then fell to his knees as his mind was filled with a blinding white light. Dark figures began to emerge from the light, hazy at first, then becoming more clear. It was Godric himself leaning over Eric's human body as he died. As Godric looked on the figures changed, Godric looked less wild, more like he did at the present. Eric was no longer Eric at all but Aya. Illusion Godric suddenly bit down hard on illusion Aya's neck and the figures disappeared in a wisp of smoke. More and more figures appeared, some more clear than others. Sookie was there, fangs extended and clutching to Eric. Aya appeared out of puff of black smoke, her fangs extended and calling for Godric, telling him she needed him, that she would never leave him, that they would fight the world together if need be. Real Godric could not believe his eyes, red tears flowed freely from his eyes and he felt as if someone was tearing his entire being in two. Literally ripping him apart to get at these images he had buried so deep.

"S-stop. Please stop." Real Godric gasped out. The last of the smoke figures (Aya and Godric making passionate love, all fangs and grasping hands) disappeared, the light faded and Godric was still on his knees, back in the concrete basement filled with weaponry.

"I'm sorry!" Aya cried out. "I'm so sorry." She was sobbing lightly and had quickly run to a corner of the room when Godric had begged her to stop.

Godric stood up and looked at her with wide-eyed. "What was that?"

"I'm sorry!" Aya repeated. "I've never used it on a vampire, are you.."

"I am fine, Aya." Godric took a moment to send calm through his bond with Eric. Eric would have felt Godric's panic and was currently dealing with the queen, Russell, the magistar, and Pam at Fangtasia, he didn't need to worry about his maker as well. "Aya, look at me." Godric moved to her and took one of her hands in his own and placed it on his chest. "Feel me, I'm unharmed. Please, tell me what that was."

"Oh Godric!" Aya said, finally convinced he was fine. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his chin. "I really am sorry, I didn't realize it would affect you so much." She kissed each of his eyes in turn, wiped the blood from his face and licked it off her fingers, making Godric groan with want. "Those were your wishes, Godric. The things your very soul begs for. I had no idea..." Aya trailed off.

"How did you do that, love? Please, I need to know everything now, now that I have tasted your power."

Aya reluctantly backed away from Godric until her back hit a wall. "It's a leftover power. Like, how humans have an appendix but it's not really needed for anything. My ancestors used that power to feed, they could make people believe their deepest desires came true. While the person lived in this fantasy world my ancestors would slowly drain their life force from them so that when they woke from the fantasy the person usually died in a matter of days. They would lose the will to live outside of that world. That magic, the ability to create those worlds, is gone now. Any guesses yet?"

"Malevolent wish granters?" Godric raised both eyebrows, waiting for the complete answer.

"We have a lot of names, but my favorite is djinn, the silent 'd' confuses people, and please spare any Disney or sitcom jokes." Aya tried to smile.

"No. No jokes about that. I have heard stories of djinn, they are effective killers."

"All the others I ever met were bloodthirsty devils. We're the last, Dirazen and I, and we're not even full, both our mothers were human. Laura hasn't shown any signs of powers. Aiden's telepathic, like his father and my father, but that's it. I'm the only one who has the wish seeing ability. Freaked out yet?" Aya looked up at Godric. Her face looked innocent and scared despite the dark secrets she had just revealed. Her body was trembling with anticipation, waiting for imminent rejection.

"Not remotely." Godric smirked and then he attacked, determined to fulfill some wishes of his own.

Eric pressed the red button on his office answering machine. He had just witnessed the murder of the magistar at the hands of Russell Edginton, it was shocking and would end messy, then again, so would Russell. Russell had returned to Jackson with Sophie-Ann and a promise from Eric that he would be at the mansion the following night. During the illegal wedding ceremony Eric had felt something through his bond with Godric, something so strong he nearly ran off in search of his maker. The feeling had passed and was replaced with calm and a strong undercurrent of lust.

Sookie's voice filled the office, asking to see Eric. Without hesitation or much more than a sideways look at Pam, Eric flew to Bon Temps at top speed. Sookie was in her upstairs bedroom when he arrived. She screamed when she saw him hovering outside, then quickly opened the window.

"Sookie! What's wrong?" Jason's panicked yell came from across the hallway.

"It's nothing Jason, just a dream!" She yelled back then turned to Eric. "This isn't a dream, is it?"

Eric smiled, "No, this is very real. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Can all vampires fly?" Sookie asked, completely distracted for a moment. "OH! Come in, Eric."

"Can all humans sing?" Eric asked as he climbed through the window.

"Huh, no. I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on it." Sookie answered.

"Well then, there you go. Now tell me, have you decided to take me up on my offer of passionate, primal sex?" Eric smirked eerily similar to his maker.

"No! No dirty talk right now Eric Northman! I need some answers. What do you know about Bill that I don't?"

"Oh, that." Eric's face turned serious and he sat on the edge of Sookie's bed.

"It's that bad?" Sookie asked, sitting next to him.

"It's very bad, Sookie. Are you sure you want to know now?" Eric asked her with no trace of snarkiness or sarcasm.

"Yes. I don't care how bad it is, after tonight, I need to know everything." Sookie clenched her jaw and absently brushed her hand over neck.

"What happened tonight?" Eric asked, suddenly alarmed.

"Bill-wait, Godric didn't tell you this?"

"Godric is...occupied. What happened?" Eric persisted.

"Bill attacked me after we got him back here from Russell's. I guess he was craving blood after all that torture. Godric saved me, he pulled Bill off and gave me blood, if he hadn't I would be dead for sure." Sookie visibly shivered as she remembered the ordeal, she clutched her stomach, the memory made her feel sick.

"I'm going to kill him!" Eric seethed. "I'm going to rip that coward Compton limb from limb, he is going to suffer..."

"Yes, I thought you would say that." Sookie cut off what was going to be a very detailed rant about the kinds of torture Eric had install for Bill. "To be quite honest, I don't think I'd stop you at this point. That's not very Christian of me, but I really really hate him for everything he's done to me. You understand now why I need to know what you know."

"Sookie." Eric was suddenly kneeling in front of her, his considerable height meant they were still at eye level. "I have never meant to cause you harm, I truly hate being the one to tell you this." He took her hands in. "Bill Compton was a procurer for the Queen of Louisiana. He was sent here to Bon Temps with the mission of seducing you and delivering you to his liege, to be her pet." He ended bitterly, picturing Sookie being forced to pander to the child queen's every whim.

"What? What?" Sookie started to violently shake her head. "So it was all a lie? He made me think he was in love with me, I gave him my virginity, and it was all a lie! I hate him Eric! I hate that dead piece of shit!" She started crying hard and threw herself back on the bed, curling into the fetal position.

"I caused this pain." Eric sat back on the bed and looked down at Sookie. Not knowing what else to do, he laid down next to her and wrapped her in his arms.

"Will you stay, please?" Sookie clutched at his shirt, still crying uncontrollably. "I really don't want to be alone."

"I'll stay, min kärlek." Eric kissed the top of her head and held her closer, vowing to never again be the reason she cried.