Characters belong to Charlaine Harris and HBO except Samantha Farraday (OC)

Chapter. 11

As soon as we reached our hotel room, Eric threw me in the room through the door so hard that I almost lost my balance. I could understand his anger and it wasn't right to provoke a thousand year old vampire but I couldn't help it. I knew this conversation would soon turn to a fist fight or worse.

Eric paced back and forth, growling at me. I took a deep breath showing him I wasn't scared one bit. "Call me irresponsible?" I shrugged with a nervous smile but received a cold glare.

"How about imperceptive, senseless, irrational, foolish dolt?" He shot back.

Ouch. Eric was truly enraged. He didn't even say anything about my jazz song reference. I stepped back like a scared puppy and fiddled with my shirt tail. "I-," I was cut off.

Eric marched up to me and towered over me, "Is your head so dense that you can't get a simple command through? You put yourself and others in danger because of your selfishness." I flinched as he roared at me. I almost broke out in tears but swallowed them.

"I heard…," I stopped myself then continued, "I knew that Hugo was the traitor but Sookie had already left with him and there was nothing else I could do but go after her."

"I'm starting to suspect you. You knew that Hugo was the traitor, you were the first to tell me of Godric's kidnapping, you even insisted on Sookie infiltrating the fellowship," he pointed out. How could he do that? I wasn't a traitor. There's no way to tell him without telling him my secret.

Eric's fangs popped out and I knew he was about to devour me but I was frozen, my breaths short and quick. Just as he was about to attack the door slammed open and a flash had pinned Eric against the wall.

"Godric," I said out loud. Don't hurt him, don't hurt him. Even if Eric was going to kill me I couldn't find it in my heart to want him gone. Why? That was stupid.

"If you even think of striking her I'll," he tightened his gripped around Eric's neck, both their fangs extended. They started growling and hissing at each other but Eric tried to speak, "She's of no importance, Godric. Why must you let her heart keep beating?" Godric growled at the question.

He let Eric drop to the ground and answered his question, "She's more important than you think, Eric. She in possession of abilities far beyond your understanding."

"We should have let those humans at the church take her," he admitted plainly but seemed to regret it instantly. My heart sank. I told myself that he didn't mean it, that he was just too angry, but another part of me took over.

Godric had yelled at him in another language but I didn't stay to hear the details. I ran into my room with my hands over my mouth and shut the door as hard as I could behind me, choking on my sobs.

Pulling the duvet off the bed, I wrapped it around myself and sat on the ground next to the bed. I did this when I was younger and sad and scared.

I remember running to my room and hiding under the duvet with our pet shepherd dog, Buttercup, like from the Princess Bride. She was a big dog so she was basically my pillow most of the time or my noble steed.

That was the day I was told why my parents were never around. Grandpa entered my room to come and talk to me but I refused to speak to anyone. I felt so unloved.

He said that my parents were too scared because they just never understood. I was apparently too special for them to take care of. What did that mean? Did I have a disease or something? I wish I knew better back then.

"This is ridiculous," I murmured between my sobs. I didn't need to cry over something so trivial. This was Eric we were talking about, for pete's sake. I pushed my tears back and took a deep breath, holding the duvet close to my face to inhale its scent. Was it supposed to be a blood scent to vampires or something? It smelled like soup to me.

I decided I should at least start changing for Godric's party. As I passed the door to Eric's room to grab some clothes I heard those two speaking in a language I couldn't understand but it didn't take a genius to know what they were talking about.

I tried my best to ignore them while I picked out my outfit; a sheer black and white striped sleeveless button up, a bright red high waisted flared skirt with a ribbon tied to a bow from the internet, it was my favorite, and three inch black pumps. Heels always hurt my feet so there was no point in wearing them, like ever. Two inches were as tall as I could go.

For unknown reasons it was a habit of mine to put on my shirt last. I figured no one really gets to see my pretty bras so I walk around the room, applying make-up or fixing my hair, and really take a good look at myself in the mirror wearing my bra and skirt. I was wearing a black lacy bra but didn't have much of a chest to show off, not that it mattered but I wondered why guys never really took a liking to me and I always blamed my thin figure.

"Too skinny?" I wasn't anorexic skinny but still thin. "Too pale?" Porcelain is more accurate. "Maybe it's my b-cup?" I twirled in the mirror and frowned. "At least I've got killer legs," I admitted to my reflection and gave her an innocent smile as I giggled.

"Undoubtedly," a voice spoke up behind me. I gasped loudly, puttinge a hand on my heart as I swerved around and saw Godric standing at the door, raising his eyebrows in astonishment.

I quickly grabbed at what was left of the sheets on the bed and awkwardly attempted to cover myself. "I had a talk with Eric. He truly did not mean what he said," he explained looking into my eyes from a distance. I appreciated that he didn't look anywhere else. A true gentlemen.

I let out a nervous laugh, "You know Eric, he does that a lot."

"I am afraid I am to blame for his character," he admitted apologetically but I shook my head. "I'm pretty sure he was like that when he was human," I said.

Godric chuckled then got to the point, "Why did you come after me?" He asked. What kind of question was that?

"Are you okay? Why would you even ask me that?"

He marched closer to me with a harsh tone, "You had no right. The chances of you getting hurt-"

"Now you listen to me," I commanded, interrupting his lecture, "this wouldn't have happened if you didn't leave unexpectedly." No, I didn't believe he was kidnapped. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't try to find you? I even went to Eric to get help and look where it's gotten me," I walked over to the dresser and threw on my shirt trying to keep a distance between us. I was angry, angry at the fact he refused to tell me what was on his mind and being a telepath it really bothers me when I know I can't read someone's mind.

I passed Godric to get my phone as I tried to button up my shirt but he pulled me towards him unexpectedly. "How did you find Eric?" He asked me.

"I heard about him having a bar down in Shreveport, not that you said anything about him. I never even knew you were a maker, Godric."

He looked down with guilt. "I released him over sixty years ago," he answered.

Eric stepped in, suddenly, and eyed me. I noticed that my shirt was still unbuttoned halfway and turned around quickly to cover myself.

He smirked at me and said to Godric, "It wouldn't be very nice to miss your own party."

I hope you enjoyed this weird chapter! I kinda took a while cuz I am sorta stuck