A/N: YAY! TO ALL MY WONDERFUL READERS: Thank you guys for all your fantastic comments. I decided I just had to give you guys the next chapter (another shortie).

This take place at episode 8. Everything has happened as it did except that Ava was with them. Oh, but remember Godric got taken! :D I decided against stretching the scene in the church into some big multi-chapter thing, cuz I didn't really like this part/ there's not a whole lot I want to change to it. So, I'm not going to write out every bit of the scenes from True Blood (which, DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN), …just a warning! Enjoy!

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Ava lingered uncertainly by the door. She and Eric had infiltrated the Fellowship of the Sun, her power keeping bloodshed to a minimum and alarms from being sounded, when he had heard some call from his Maker and disappeared down the stairwell, the instruction to STAY PUT, tossed behind him.

She was about halfway through the door, Eric's command be damned, when Eric had reappeared with Sookie clutching after him.

"Where's Godric?" she asked, peering curiously behind him.

"He can take care of himself," Eric replied, the faintest spasm of uncertainty warring with his normally calm exterior. She opened her mouth to protest or question or reassure, she wasn't sure which yet, when he grasped her upper arm firmly and said, "We have to go."

She nodded, placing all those unsaid words behind her. They would get said and asked and murmured.

Later.

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There was something sharp and pointy against her throat. And the hands cuffing hers were clammy and rough and unmoving, no matter how she struggled.

"Don't Eric!" The object pressed warningly against her neck, but she ignored it. She couldn't let him do this.

"I'll be fine," he said with a glance that made her still.

Every step he took, every clattered boot step against the cold marble, pierced her. Again and again, because she couldn't see a way out of this one.

The white-suited man was raving now. Nonsense falling from his lips like the rain that pattered against the glass windows of the cathedral. And then chains. Chains were brought and were being wrapped around and around Eric, strapping him onto the platform.

Someone was screaming. She was screaming. Sookie was shouting. Bill was shouting.

There was a shot, and her eyes snapped toward the source. The reverend crumpled to the ground and Ava felt the vice-like grip around her hands loosen minutely. She took advantage of his distraction and slammed her elbow into his squashy, rotund stomach. She felt him wheeze and swung her left leg backward and around, driving it across his face and him into the ground.

Eric's face was turned toward her, his blue eyes catching hers and the tight lines around his mouth relaxing marginally at seeing her freed. There was a quirking of his lips at the sight of the man unconscious on the floor, and she grinned in response. She scrambled up toward him, proud of herself for only stumbling once, and hurriedly unwrapped the chains from around his neck and body.

He was on his feet before she had dropped the chains, and examined her quickly. "Are you okay?"

She nodded clumsily.

There was a flash and she looked up to see his hand wrapped firmly around the reverend's neck, fist clenching slightly. He glanced over at her, eyes expectant. But she wasn't one to give second chances, especially to those as undeserving as Newlin. Her conscience barely flickered as she met his gaze; her meaning clear in her impassive brown eyes: Kill him. You'll find no blame here.

The door slammed open and vampires streamed in. Angry and threatening and menacing.

Ava had never been so relieved.

They surrounded the Fellowship, fangs poised over exposed necks.

And then Godric appeared, looking like a heavenly being as he stood above the throng, dressed all in white. Firm and unrelenting. His mouth opened.

Something caught her eye, and she pivoted toward the lone archer, hidden behind a white column. Eric hadn't noticed, none of them had, enthralled as they were by Godric's words and presence. She didn't know how she had seen him, it shouldn't be possible. The bow was being drawn and she jumped into action.

There was a pulse as the world froze.

And then she felt empty, drained. The last thing she saw was Eric, whirling towards her – moving towards her.

Eric.

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