A/N: I want to say a big thankyou to every reader, every reviewer, every person who has favourited or followed this story. It is amazing to see so many people reading this story. I've answered everyone I could but I want to say a big thankyou to the guests who have reviewed. I can't answer you personally but know that every single word is wonderful. I get jitters each time there is an alert in my are all is now my highest reviewed story and that is maybe, sort of, kind of crazy to me. I usually expect a nod of the good story here and there if that so to have this, it is truly amazing. I think I've said before I don't write for reviews. That is not why I pick up a pen and start scribbling. Everytime I see one though and see that people like what I write and like the story that I am creating around these characters it makes me think that I am on the right track. It does worry me sometimes that it may become predictable. I hope it doesn't.

I was warm and safe. There were no worries in my head just a lightness, like my mind was a cloudless sky. Touching Godric was so unusual. Every touch I placed on his skin felt like it was on me. I could feel my hands touching myself through touching him. It was overwhelming when he in turn touched me. Lightning sparks and heat, fire and ice dancing on me and in me and around me. It made me want more, made me want to touch him more so he would touch me more.

Feeling Godric's mouth at my neck I wanted him to bite. I wanted that hard edge of pain. If everything felt so good how good would it feel to have his teeth, his fangs, in me as part of me? Words couldn't leave my mouth not once Eric began kissing me. It was slow full of teeth and tongue. He tasted so amazing. The feel of his tongue tangling with mine was exquisite, soft yet hard, smooth yet rough. The tangle of his hand in my hair, the feel of his nails gripping onto my scalp brought a sharp edge to the pleasure. It sent me gasping but his mouth never stopped nipping at my lips til I kissed him back more.

The feel of the two of them pressed against me was like torture. A few thin layers of fabric was stopping me from getting more, touching more. I wanted, no needed, skin lots of skin. Godric licked the skin of my neck chasing it with his fangs. I couldn't stop my body from moving, reacting to the heavenly feeling of his tongue lapping at my skin and my blood. My body needed to be closer to him, needed to feel more of him. I could feel every drop running into him being part of him. I was still kissing Eric and I wished I could kiss Godric too. I wanted to feel the sensation of his tongue every where upon me.

Then he was gone and my body ached for him. The feelings disappeared, faded away. Eric stopped kissing me so I reached to kiss him but he was holding me too tightly. A sound came from my throat that sounded faintly like a whimper and then he was back and something inside of me rejoiced. I put my other hand on him sliding down his firm chest before tugging trying to find skin again.

His mouth left me once more and then his hands too. My hands grasped at air trying to touch him again. He was still close to me but stepping forward seemed so hard. I felt a tongue swipe at my neck and my hands closed around the clothing that brushed against me. It was Eric. I could smell him but as he moved away I lost my grip and almost stumbled.

There was a cool breeze that tingled over my skin, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. I straightened my head flopping back as I smiled. It felt strange to smile, my face pulling and stretching and I almost wanted to laugh. I did and the feeling in my chest and my throat was like a vibration. Opening my eyes I felt like I could see my laugh moving away from me.

I was floating staring at blue sky and everything was right, everything was good. Even the clouds that were slowly drifting couldn't stop me from smiling.

*-*-*-GODRIC*-*-*-

"How could it affect us?" Eric asked as the silence ran on.

"The bond. Her euphoria overwhelmed the bond we share." I still felt unsure. The whole experience felt like it still was not over.

"From you it spread to me through our bond."

"It appears so. Touch seemed to intensify it."

"Do you believe she knows?"

"No. If she knew of the Fae she would have known of us." I know his next question though it pained me he would have doubt. "There was no deception. I would have known. Even as weak as our connection may be I would have detected it. She is an open book though a confused, highly emotional book."

"The Fae were very gifted." Of all of my teachings when it came to the other supernaturals this was the one aspect of the Fae he never forgot. He had compared them to witches for some time until he came across one. That had never happened since.

"Yes. With how diluted it was in her human blood I doubt it manifested itself in anything but her beauty. Hybrids with the spark left with the Fae to their plane." There was something unaccountably different about Sookie however. In Eric's check there seemed to be nothing unusual about the family save for the death of most of them. She however did have the moniker gifted by the town folk. Perhaps there was more to my new childe than met the eye.

Sookie was humming something now. The tune was not something I recognised. She rarely stayed in key whether that was because she was intoxicated I was not sure. I could still feel her in the bond but it was a weaker feeling than before. It was still a heady feeling but there was none of the compulsion I had felt before. She felt content.

"Can you still feel her?" I asked curious if the feeling was still shared now it appeared to be diminishing.

"It is faint." I nodded my understanding. His demeanour was more relaxed now the urge was gone.

"I believe she is beginning to return to herself." I watched as the sway she had began to fade until her body remained almost motionless aside from the occasional side to side rock.

"I have done as you asked. Will you tell her?" Even though his face remained neutral I knew his task would bother him. It would not be the only thing I would do for her but I would not allow her to be aware of it.

"No. I will tell her when I must. She must let go of that life to survive in this one."

"You believe she will?" I could sense his doubt within the bond along with his concern. The concern was not for her but for me. I had never lost a childe. I had no intention of ever losing one.

"Yes. She worked hard to ensure the survival of herself and her human family. I believe that strength will serve her well in this life." That was one thing I was sure of. She had a fighter spirit one that reminded of the days of old. So many now were about instant gratification. All the humans wanted was more. More money more belongings. There was no talk of earning, of respecting anything. They barely even respected themselves.

Sookie's body movement changed. The way it moved shifted from its slight sway to a jagged stumble. I checked the bond finding no distress of any kind.

"Godric," was all she whispered before tumbling to the floor. I sped forward catching her before her head hit the wood.

"Sookie?" I pushed aside her hair checking her over physically as I checked the bond. Had I not known the hour I would have assumed she was dead for the day. A deeper check confirmed what I believed.

"She is dead for the day," though it wasn't said as a question I replied as such. "It is two hours before sunrise."

I didn't need to look at the clock yet I did. What he said was true and it was a true mystery to me.

Lifting her slight weight was easy. I crossed to the bed laying her down carefully on the right side. I eased a few strands of hair away from her face and eased the collar of my shirt back into place. She looked so young, so innocent, so peaceful.

"Could it be the blood?"

"Perhaps though I have never heard of such a thing before. I did not take enough to weaken her. I have never known a newborn to go to rest so early."

"It is unlikely a maker would share such a weakness."

"True," I stepped away from the bed heading through a door to the adjoining room. Though I knew our discussion would not disturb her it was not one I wished to have whilst in her presence. "I will see it this is a permanent situation." Stepping towards a wing backed chair I sat easing my weight back as I settled.

Taking in the size of the room I noted it could easily be changed should my childe wish for a place of her own. I would not force her to stay in my presence when it came to rest but I had no desire to allow her to be too far away, not for some time.

"She will rest with you?"

"For now. There is room for you still as there always is for Nora."

"Should you make any more children you will need a bigger bed." He sat in the chair opposite his elbows resting upon his knees as he leaned towards me. "Do you believe you will?"

"I had no desire to make a childe until I saw you. I was content in our existence feeling no need for another until we discovered Nora. For some time I had believed that my time with newborns was meant only for my duties as Sheriff until I saw her." It was not the definitive answer that he wanted but it was the truth. I would not know if I would create another childe until I saw them.

"You will have your hands full with that one." I smirked as he leaned into the chair back his smirk now mirroring mine. He seemed to like making this point.

"As I have been with each of my children."

"Her clothing will arrive in the morning. Pam says hello."

"You had your childe purchase the clothing?"

"Yes. She enjoys giving my credit cards a workout and would do a much better job than I. At least that is what she believes." He smirked as he spoke of her as he usually did when we were alone.

"You have purchased my new childe a complete wardrobe?" The maker in me bristled at such an outlandish thing. She was mine to provide for, mine to protect. I knew he had meant no disrespect but there was still a part of me that was displeased.

"I have purchased a gift for my new sister. If she is anything like Pam you will be cancelling cards by the year's end." I knew well of the shopping habits of my childe's childe. There had at times been parcels arriving for myself. Always tasteful and always to my style and needs. I could never fault them.

"Knowing what we do of her do you believe that would be a problem? I believe getting her to accept such an outlandish offering will be difficult." He seemed to concede to my observations and a small part of me was glad. Though I may have granted an amount of leniency at times with my progeny I had never spoilt them with worldly things. There always was, and there still is, the probability of needing to leave an area on short notice requiring things to be left behind. The thought of leaving an area moved me on to my next situation with her.

"Her new identity will be completed tomorrow. With such an unusual name it must be changed. I will give her the opportunity of choosing for herself." Eric it seemed had no response to this. I had given Eric and Nora the same privilege. I would loathe to take away something so significant for her, particularly one that could help separate her from her human life.

"The friends are still here," That was not surprising. "They have spent the day answering questions with the police. They found her bag and belongings next to the puddle of blood in the alley."

"What of the friends now? Do they believe she is dead?"

"They have spent the night combing the streets looking for her. Neither of them believe she is gone though the police have urged them to be prepared for the worst."

"I will give them a few more days. If they have not left I may have them urged to return to their lives." A little glamour to help them see they needed to return to their livelihoods was easy. It would keep both myself and my progeny safe.

"They have been on television," my attention was peaked now. This would make things more difficult to move around. "Her picture has been on every channel through the day and the topic of most news broadcasts."

"Over two thousand people go missing each day and they focus on this one."

"A pretty little blond with a sweet disposition going missing is a headline."

"This will become much more difficult than I imagined."