I do not own Trublood, only Anne Newlin. Sorry I haven't updated. School and two jobs are no beano when it comes to writing.

Also, I have decided to jazz this up a bit, but you have read to find out what happens!!!! Thanks for all the awesome reviews and keep them coming!

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Anne gasped and threw her hands up in front of her face to block the impending explosion, but it never came. Her heart was racing a mile a minute; what happened?

Anne slowly lowered her hands, her breath in short pants as she took in the scene around her. Everyone was fine, Luke wasn't here. There had been no bomb. She turned around and saw Godric and Eric talking; then Godric looked up at her.

Anne started to smile, but stopped; a look of confusion came upon her face. She leaned up against the doorframe and looked down at her pale hands in contrast to her green dress. What was that? Was I just daydreaming? It felt so real….

Anne could still feel Stan's grip on her body, her throat dry from screaming. Could it have happened? No…we are all still here. There is no way that could have been…

Then Anne heard shouting from the living room.

Oh my God…..If what she had seen had been true, then….

"Well aren't you a pretty little thing?"

Stan…

Anne slowly turned and looked up at Stan. She was afraid, but knew she had to get to Godric. If Luke was coming with a bomb there was still time to get everyone out.

"I belong to Godric and no other!" Anne said firmly. "You must not break the law of claim!" Had she said that right?

"How would a filthy human know the law of claim?!" Stan said harshly grabbing her arm and leering down at her. Anne heard a very clear click and looked up to see Stan's teeth gleaming at her.

"I know because I belong to Godric, your Sheriff" Anne said again. "Let me go!"

"I don't believe you!" Stand said lowering his mouth to her neck.

"Stan, Release her!" Eric ordered. "The girl speaks the truth. If you release her now, I will not inform Godric of the little mishap" Thats right Eric, threaten him. Anne thought.

Stan leaned back from Anne, "Someday" he whispered, and then pushed her to the ground.

Anne caught herself with her hands and started getting up. She had to get to Godric. That is until she felt a cold hand on her arm. "Where do you think your going?"

Eric drew her into his huge frame, she looked up at him. She felt so small against him, he eyes level with his chest.

"Thank you for what you did, but I have to go to Godric!"

"Godric is busy Anne." Eric said coldly.

"Eric, please. I have to tell him! You have to let me go!" Anne was trying desperately to get away from him, but his grip on her never faltered.

"Anne, I am loosing patience. Remember, you are not my human." Eric growled at her.

"Eric, I know you don't like me, but if we don't get to Godric, people will die!"

His brow creased and eyes narrowed. "What is this you speak of?"

"Too many details; just trust me! Please!" Anne pulled on her arm again.

I trust her with my life, as will you….

Eric looked into her eyes and saw fear. She had the sight. "What did you see, Anne?"

Anne looked up at Eric with tears in her eyes.

"Come with me." Eric whispered.

Anne allowed herself to be pulled close into his chest as he pushed threw the crowd of people. His eyes fell on Godric, as Bill escorted Lorena out of the house. He picked up Anne and held her to his chest and flew to Godric's side.

Anne was completely disoriented. One minute she was at the back of the room the next Eric had hauled her to Godric. Eric placed Anne on her feet.

Godric turned as he felt Eric approach, but was surprised to see Anne at his side. She looked at him and threw herself into his arms, not caring if anyone saw them. Sookie looked up at Eric, then back at Anne.

"Anne, are you alright hun?" Sookie said as she moved closer to Eric.

"Godric, she has the sight." Eric said. Godric felt Anne's arms tighten around his neck. He gently pulled her back and looked down into her face and saw clear worry and distress.

"Tell me what you saw, Anne." Godric said one hand cupping her cheek.

"Steve is sending a suicide bomber," Godric sighed. "…for me." She continued.

Godric looked up at Eric; he was peering down at Anne coldly. Godric knew he had heard her to.

"A…suicide….bomber?" Sookie whispered.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

She nodded slowly "We need to get everyone out." Anne said

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"How much time do we have Anne?"

"Not much"

"Eric, find Isabel and tell her what has happened. We need to move quickly." Eric nodded and then was gone.

Within a matter of moments Isabel was at Godric's side with Eric.

"What do you want us to do, Sherriff?"

"Follow my lead." Godric said.

"Everyone," Godric announced. "Thank you for the celebration; it has been a pleasure to have such fine guests in my home. It has been quite a long evening and I wish to retire."

He turned back to Eric and Isabel. "Make sure everyone gets out, and quickly."

"Yes, sheriff." Isabel said. Eric just nodded.

Anne was relieved. No one had to get hurt; Godric had saved them all, saved her. She turned to say something to Godric when…..

"Excuse me everyone!!" A voice rang out. "I am a member of the Fellowship of the Sun, and I have a message for Anne Newlin." There were gasps and whispers throughout the room. Luke started unzipping his coat.

"Godric!" Anne gasped. Luke's eyes fell on her. The jig is up, he thought.

"Your brother forgives you for your sin and hopes that God will show you mercy in the Kingdom of Heaven."

Godric moved in front of Anne

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"Die in peace, Anne." And he pushed the button.

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Godric raised his head to look at Anne. His hands cradling her head from where he had pushed her down; his body covering her own as a shield. She had splotches of blood on her but he knew none of it was hers. Godric hauled himself up into a sitting position and looked around his home.

Everything was destroyed; blood and fire coated the walls and furniture. His eyes found Eric a few feet away; he had also used his body to save Sookie from the blast.

Godric heard a groan beneath him and watched as Anne opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around digesting the situation. She gave a whimper when she looked down at her body, at the blood seeping into her dress.

"Anne." Godric said as he stood up.

She looked up and caught his eyes. "I am so sorry." Tears were spilling over now, her eyes getting puffy.

Godric reached out his hand to her which she took without hesitation. She stood up beside and Godric carefully took her in his arms.

"It's all my fault." she whispered.

"No, Anne." Godric said gently. "None of this is your doing."

"He came for me!" she cried.

Godric took her shaking hands into his own still grasp. "The words were for you, but the message was for us all. The intentions of your brother would have remained the same whether or not you had come. But you saw it Anne, you knew. You tried Anne to warn us, if you hadn't more would have lost their lives." As Godric spoke Isabel came to his side.

Anne just stood there silently; completely zoned out looking around what was left of Godric's home. She heard talking around her but tuned it out; staring into space.

A few moments later, Anne felt a cold hand on her shoulder and looked up at Godric, his eyes holding hers.

"Come Anne, we must leave this place. I am going to take you somewhere safe; your brother cannot find you there. I will protect you, forever." Other vampires and humans were slowly leaving the room; soon Anne and Godric were alone.

Godric took one last look around his living room and then back at Anne who remained silent and still. He started to walk away but stopped when he felt the pull of her hand in his. Godric knew Anne was broken, betrayed. This night had proved too much for her. He could only hope that she wasn't too far gone and he could bring her back.

"Anne, look at me." she slowly raised her head. "I need you to be strong for me, be brave. Be the person your brother can never be, break away from his wickedness and stay true to yourself." He lifted her chin and gazed deeply into her eyes.

"Stay with me Anne, do not disappear inside yourself. I couldn't bear to lose you after finding you so shortly. "

Anne's only response was a small nod.

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Godric led Anne threw the halls of the hotel Eric had taken them to. She had still not spoken a word. He was getting worried. He came to their room, slide the key in the lock and walked her in. She seemed like she was in a trance, her movements slow and steady. She made her way past him and straight to the bathroom, closing the door softly. It wasn't long before Godric heard running water.

Godric looked around the room. Some of his clothes had already been brought up and the bed turned down for him. He saw the clock on the bedside table, 3:00 am. The sun would be up soon and he also had the desire to wash the blood off of him, but he could wait for Anne.

Thirty minutes later, Anne was still in the shower. Godric walked over and gently knocked on the door and received no answer. He sighed and turned the knob, which she had left unlocked. The first thing Godric noticed was the hot steam flooding out clinging to his face. He made his way to the shower and slowly opened the door; then he saw her.

Anne was sitting in the shower, her green dress clinging to her, ruined from the water. Her dark hair draped around her and her mouth open in a silent scream. Her eyes closed, it was obvious she was crying. As he looked down at her, he noticed her skin was red, raw from scrubbing.

"Anne" he said. She looked up at him through her tears.

"Godric?" she whispered.

He made his way towards her, put his back to the wall and slide down to join her under the spray. In a matter of moments, his clothes were just as wet as hers.

"I had to get it off." She whispered.

Godric just nodded and put his arm around her shoulder pulling her close into him. Anne sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, curling into a ball. Anne knew Godric was worried, but she couldn't process what was going on. She was in utter shock. She didn't know what to think, what to do. Anne couldn't believe Steve had done this. Steve her brother, her best friend, whom she had loved more than anyone in the world; tried to kill her. Attempted to murder her to save her soul. God will show you mercy in the Kingdom of Heaven. Anne cringed at the memory. Steve had been her everything and now he meant nothing. She was no longer his sister, no longer a Newlin.

Anne felt the hand on her shoulder tighten around her body and she moved closer to Godric. His hands slide under her knees and adjusted her body so that she was sitting comfortably in his lap, her head on his chest. She sighed.

Anne's thoughts went to their first encounter; she had been terrified of him, accused him, and practically screamed in his face. But even from the start she had felt something for him. Something she had never felt before. Another memory flashed inside her head of the second time she spoke to Godric. He had told her truth behind the lies that filled her life, he had held her, he had kissed her. You have awakened something I thought had died...love. Anne knew that what she felt for Godric surpassed her love for her brother. She had known him two days and willingly dropped her morals, her family, her life, for him.

Godric reached over and turned the water off, then scooped up Anne in his arms and made his way out of the bathroom, grabbing some towels off the counter. He placed her on her feet and wrapped a towel around her, slowly drying her off. Godric rubbed her arms, shoulders, and back with the towel, then made his way to her hair. Anne still stood there unmoving; her dress dripping around her feet and sandals. She felt him grab her hair and ring it out gently with the towel.

He reached one hand down the back of her dress and started lowering the zipper; he heard it hiss as it moved down her back revealing her delicious skin, inch by inch. The dress gave way and a strap fell off her shoulder. The zipper came to a halt in her lower back, he handed her a towel for her modesty before peeling the wet material from her body. It fell to the ground and she stepped out of it, securing the towel around her chest, tucked in. She turned around to see Godric lift his drenched shirt over his head, water clinging to his skin and hair.

His chest was as pale and beautiful as she remembered. She saw him pat himself dry with another towel, her eyes following his every move. He reached for the tie in his pants and Anne's face grew red from embarrassment; she quickly turned to give him privacy. She heard him moving around behind her but didn't dare turn around. The red from her face was starting to spread down to her chest.

She heard the towel fall to the ground, then felt Godric's hands and arms wrap around her waist, reeling her into his embrace. Her back pressed against his bare chest, the towel resting between them. He started swaying them back and forth.

Godric leaned his face into her hair, inhaling her scent. She smelt of lavender and ambrosia, she smelt divine. He felt himself harden slightly. He knew he needed to calm down, she wasn't ready for him. He didn't want to push her, but he wanted her, she was his. He gently turned her around to face him. Anne was relieved when she saw a towel wrapped around his waist. He put his hand under her chin; her eyes drawn to his powerful gaze.

She looked up at him. She looked so sad and fragile; like she could break apart at any moment. He hated seeing her like this, but wasn't sure how to comfort her, so he did the only thing he could think of. Godric leaned down and softly kissed her cheek. He heard her breath deepen. He then moved to the other cheek, then her forehead, and finally settling on her lips.

He brought her closer, her hands resting on his bare chest and his digging into the cloth on her back. She parted her lips and Godric took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, scraping a fang over her bottom lip. He felt her arms move up from his chest to wrap around his neck. Godric stifled a moan. He wanted her, needed her. He was growing far too aroused and the evidence was right in front of him. He was surprised Anne hadn't felt it yet, giving their close proximity. He had to stop himself before things got too out of hand for her.

He pulled out of the kiss, and immediately regretted it when he saw the look on her face; her eyes were closed, lips parted and swelling from his kiss. She trembled. Godric felt himself harden more; he had done this to her! He had made her tremble from his touch, his kiss. And then he smelt her again, from a different area of her body. She wanted him too.

Godric snapped.

The next thing Anne knew, she was pushed down on the bed while Godric's lips smashed down on hers roughly. His hard, naked body pressed down upon her, his arousal digging into her hips. Godric's hands roamed her body, they seemed to be everywhere. Never lingering in one place to long. Anne's hands wrapped around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer.

She felt the towel slack and realized that he was opening it. She stilled, and turned her head to the side. She had never been more embarrassed. She knew she didn't have the models body, and he was perfect. She looked down at the mattress, afraid to meet Godric's eyes.

Little did she know that though Godric had started removing the towel from her form, his eyes never left her face. He knew that this was new to her and he wanted her to enjoy this as much as him. When she had turned her face away, he stopped his actions and just stared at her.

"Anne, look at me."

She turned her head.

Godric continued to take her towel away from her body until she lay beneath him, only covered by a pair of panties that would soon be gone as well. She was beautiful. Her pale body was open before his eyes. The red from her face had worked its way down her chest, her breath coming in short pants, his chest hovering over hers. He looked back up at her face, her cheeks were red but she did not turn away again.

"Of all the wonders I have seen, I have never looked upon anything as beautiful as you." he whispered.

Anne gave him a soft smile and he leaned down to kiss her again, pressing his chest to hers.

She gasped as one of Godric's hands grazed over her breast, her nipples hardening at his touch. He moaned in response and tore his lips away from hers, moving them down her neck and chest, nibbling at her skin. He moved slowly from her collarbone to the valley between her breasts, licking her skin, savoring the taste.

He pulled out of her kiss and she was about to whine in protest until she felt his lips around her nipple, sucking and pulling. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, the sensations he was provoking upon her were completely foreign and she had no desire for it to stop.

She felt the bed dip and looked up at Godric, confused when he got off the bed. Then her eyes widened in surprised and anticipation when his hands untucked the towel and let it fall from his body so that he was bare before her. Anne dropped her jaw. No, she had never seen one before, but how was that supposed to fit inside her. He was huge. Well, to her anyway.

Seeing her reaction, Godric gave a small smirk and reached for her underwear, sliding them down her legs. His mouth watering when her smell became stronger. He crawled back up to join her on the bed.

Godric started kissing his way up her body. Anne spread her legs to accommodate him, his body aligned with hers. He leaned down to kiss her as his hands continued to massage and fondle her body, one hand making its way down to her most intimate part. She gasped in surprise when he felt a finger press into her. She looked up into Godric's face. His jaw was set and he was looking down at her hard; his eyes burning into her. His fangs were out and he looked so fierce, like a predator. And she was his pray. Another finger joined the first and Anne grabbed his arms, bucking against his hand in pleasure. Godric started moving his hand in and out of her body. His thumb rubbing against her clit.

His mouth drew down to her breast, his free hand holding himself over her. He couldn't wait much longer.

"Please," Anne moaned. "Godric!" She was close. Anne was at a loss, all she could do was moan Godric's name like a plea.

Godric grinned to himself. He moved his hand faster, her breaths were becoming shorter. He added another finger as he felt her impending orgasm. And soon he felt her spasm beneath, her eyes open in wonder, a smile on her face. She screamed his name.

She looked up at him, lust and desire clear on her face.

"Godric." Anne moaned as she pulled him forward to kiss her again. Anne felt him, hot and hard, between her legs.

"It's alright Anne. I am trying not to hurt you." Godric said.

"But I want you, I need you. Please!" Anne whined.

"Anne, I.." Godric started but was cut off when he felt her hand make its way down his chest and snake around his shaft, gripping it in her small hand. Godric moaned. Anne gave it a light squeeze and Godric jerked above her.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

Godric nodded.

Anne was confused, his eyes were closed and he looked like he was in pain. Was she doing something wrong?

"What do I do?"

Godric opened his eyes and looked down at her, seeing the genuine curiosity and willingness in her face.

"Later, Anne. Now we finish what we started." He said huskily.

He positioned himself between her legs and started to slide into her. She was so warm and tight, better than he imagined. He stilled when he heard her sharp breath. He leaned his mouth down to her neck, nipping at her flesh. If he could distract her, she might relax and not focus on the pain he was about to cause.

"Anne, I am going to take you. I am going to make you mine." Godric growled.

"yes…." Anne moaned.

Then Godric slid his length fully into her while simultaneously sinking his teeth into her neck. Anne screamed at the intrusion, but soon started moaning as he sucked on her neck.

Anne was trembling beneath Godric. It was an odd feeling; a hot, hard club was filling her, joining her to Godric. He shifter inside her and her nails dug into his back.

"Are you alright?" he asked her. She felt his voice vibrate through every part of her body.

"Yes, its most…" but her sentence was broken when Godric pulled out and swiftly thrust back into her. Long, short, hard; her head was thrashing against the bed as Godric thrust into her tight body; his rhythm always changing.

"Godric" Anne croaked out.

Godric lifted his head from her neck, her blood covering his mouth and teeth. He grinned mischievously as he thrust into her again, her mouth opening in a gasp.

"Look at us Anne" Godric said. "Watch us together."

Anne didn't know what he meant until he lifted her head and cradled it so she could look down between their bodies. She watched as Godric pulled out of her body to the tip and then pushed back into her again and again.

Anne had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. It was as though watching him multiplied the sensation tenfold. She felt a familiar tension in the pit of her stomach working its way around her body.

Godric felt her quiver beneath him and knew she was about to finish. He increased his pace to a full and steady speed, pounding into her. He heard her moans grow louder, and he smiled as his lips came down to suck on a nipple, sliding a fang across the sensitive flesh.

"Godric…..I …..I…"

"Come for me, Anne." He growled. "Come for me, now!"

His voice is what did it for her, his command. She tensed up beneath him and orgasmed; her body convulsing upward into him. Godric held her, his release emanate. He thrust a few more times into her then felt himself go over the edge, spilling himself inside her.

Godric let himself fall upon her, his body laying on hers lightly; his hands running though her hair.

"I love you, Anne" he whispered.

"And I love you, Godric" she said faintly. He moved off of her, and pulled the covers on their bodies.

Then he gently brought Anne close to him, her back against his chest, his arm draped lazily over her stomach. Anne's breathing became deeper; Godric thought she had fallen asleep, until she spoke, her voice hoarse from overuse.

"I think" she began, "I am beginning to understand what people mean when they talk about hope. I never expected to feel like this, to be here, with you; that there are possibilities that I never understood. That I can move now, in any direction. "

Godric laid his cheek on her head, his hand brushing down her side.

Then she continued softly. "Talk to me Godric. Tell me about your life. Talk to me about Eric and Isabel. Make me see the difference between yours and mine. Make me angry. Make me safe. Talk to me." She pleaded.

And that was something Godric could do. By the time the sun peaked over the horizon, Anne was asleep within his arms.

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I promise I will update again soon, it won't be as long again! Keep the reviews coming!