Tova/Sheila is but my own to use and abuse………. All the others are Charlaine Harris's and Allan Ball's wonderful creations!

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Godric had been wandering the streets of Dallas all night but he had found nothing. He had been back to Tova's old apartment, to the alley where they had met but Tova had been nowhere. Sometimes he thought he could smell her ever so slightly but then it was gone. All Godric wanted was to hold her one more time, touch her red curls and explain why he had done what he did. He was going to apologize and he would help her set up her new life. Tova was going to be stubborn as a child, Godric knew that but he was prepared. As long as she accepted the money he was going to give her he would promise to never ever bother her again. Godric would make sure Tova was safe and sound and that she never ever had to stare another vampire in the face. He just had to find her first. Godric did not know why but he started to feel increasingly worried about Tova, something was wrong but he could not pinpoint it. In frustration he broke the window of a car. The alarm sounded and the glass cut through his hand but before any blood had fallen to the ground he was healed. Cursed, Godric thought looking at his hand. We are not meant to be here – not like this. We are dead, we should stay buried.

Tova couldn't open her eyes as the light aimed at her face was so strong. She tried to move away from it but found that her hands and feet were both tied to the chair she sat in. She didn't know where she was but she was sure she was about to find out. "Are we finally awake?" a familiar voice asked. It was Steve Newlin. Tova opened one eye and there the smug hobbit stood. This is what you get when you trust overly cheerful people and short people… They were both going to be added to the shit list when Tova got out of this dump. For once she had asked humans for help and here she was stuck in a church of all places and with some crazy people. Tova's throat was dry as leather. The chloroform had made her nauseous. She needed to throw up and tried to move away from the light. Someone very strong grabbed her neck and twisted it back towards Steve. It hurt like hell. "So, Sheila if that is even your real name what information do you have to bargain with for your life?" Steve Newlin asked. "What?" Tova said looking wide eyed at the four people in the little room. The only one she knew was the hobbit reverend who by the way she was going to beat to a pulp when she got out of this chair. There were two more men that Tova could see and there was certainly someone behind her – she had felt that one. The forth person in the room puzzled Tova. It was a vampire woman with long red hair and blue eyes. She could not remember ever having met her at Godric's. Then again Godric had kept her away from all things vampire and looking back it had probably been for the best. "Oh cut the act we know you were staying with the so called vampire sheriff in this area – or did he not tell you that" "Did Godric not tell you that he is what they call a sheriff?" Steve was laughing out loud and the others followed. Tova clenched her teeth together. They were trying to provoke a reaction from her. She was determined not to let them win. Steve got increasingly annoyed with Tova's silence. He looked at the vampire "Are you sure this is her?" "Yes I am sure she was there in Godric's nest when the meeting took place" "Also she reeks of him" the vampire answered with a cold voice staring directly at Tova. Steve kneeled in front of Tova and said "So Sheila you tell me all about Godric and his plans for us or Gabe here behind you will have to start asking you and he is a lot less polite than I am" Tova sighed and shook her head "I don't know what you are talking about" "I just needed some food and I do not want no trouble" "I have never even met a vampire, much less spoken to one" The fist hit her on the left cheek and left a burning sensation. Tova could feel blood taste in her mouth but all teeth seemed intact. "Remember anything now?" the man behind her whispered in her ear. Tova did not answer. She tried to focus on the pattern in the table so that she wouldn't scream in agony as another blow hit her in the exact same place. Steve looked annoyed. He took a step forward and ripped Tova's grey sweater off. The mark on her neck was visible for all to see. "Do you remember any vampires now Sheila or where you unconscious when you let them feed on you, you vampire whore!" Tova closed her eyes – this was going to be an ugly one. Steve and his entourage turned towards the door his voice was like ice "Sheila you will talk sooner than later." "Gabe, keep her alive…..barely" With that the 3 men and vampire woman left the room. Sheila felt the first blow to the ribcage. Something inside broke. This was going to be a long night.

Godric approached his nest from the south. He knew they would all be worried. Some of them would have thought he had gone to meet the sun. Quietly he went behind the house and went in to his room through his window. Isabelle and Eric met his glance. They had been waiting for him. "Isabelle, Eric" Godric said and casually and sat down in one of his chairs. "Nice of you to come here this late but I am afraid I am rather tired… and also I do not remember leaving my door unlocked" Godric knew Isabelle had opened it and he was not happy about it. He needed time alone. "Godric, we were so worried!" Isabelle gave him a hug but Godric did not hug her back. "No need to worry my dear, I am the oldest vampire on this side of the Atlantic, remember?" Godric said with a screwed up smile. "Godric!" Eric's voice sounded so small. "Um, we have not found Tova yet but I swear we will" "Did I tell you to look for her?" Godric said and raised an eyebrow. "No but…" "My child let me explain to you that unless I give you any orders I don't want you to do anything" Godric's voice was harsh and it hit right home with Eric. "Now leave, both of you!" With that Isabelle and Eric stood up and left, both looking like little children who had just had a telling off. Godric lay down on the empty bed. If he closed his eyes he could still see Tova. He could feel a tear form in the corner of his eye. This time he let it go. It left a blood red stain on his white shirt.

Tova had lost track of time. All she knew was that the beating had stopped at some point and she was now on the cold concrete floor. Her hands and feet were tied tightly together. There was not one part of her that didn't hurt. Tova had thought her ankle had been bad but this, this was a hundred times worse. Even her hair hurt. Tova was sure that hair couldn't hurt but she was equally sure that hers did. Dried up blood made her face feel stiff like after a Botox treatment. Gabe had not spared any part of her body and Tova was convinced he had broken most of her ribs and yanked loose most of her hair. It annoyed her. She had always taken good care of her red hair and now this idiot… Why did she just not tell them what she knew about Godric? But then again she didn't know anything specific. She knew he had dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. She knew what his voice sounded like. Tova wished she could stop thinking about him - after all this was all his fault. Had it not been for him Tova would still have a job, a car and somewhere to stay. She would have a life and she certainly would not be kidnapped by crazy people. Tova thought it was right about time for God to intervene now. After all this was allegedly God's house! If God let her down now she was going to have a heart to heart discussion later.

Tova could hear steps outside the door. Maybe Gabe was back for a 52nd round with her as the punching bag. Tova pretended to be asleep when the door opened. It was Steve and his entourage although the vampire woman was nowhere to be seen. With them they had brought a video camera. "Sit her upright!" Steve commanded. Tova felt two pairs of rough hands grab her and lift her up on a chair. She moaned but she was too tired and sore to struggle. "Sheila, I need you to speak to Godric and make him come here to our church" "Could you please speak to the camera?" Steve's voice was as smooth as sugar. Tova didn't move. Who was this idiot reverend anyway? What was he thinking when he thought that Godric would just walk in here because she told him so. Tova knew that Godric would never come for her and she was not going to speak into any camera what so ever if it so was the last thing she ever did. "Hobbit freak" she muttered under her breath. Her lips felt sore and the size of a small country. "Was that a no dear?" Steve asked and leaned down. Tova could smell his perfect minty breath. It made her shiver of disgust. "Chantelle, bring him in!" Steve commanded. Tova thought he sounded like a nagging old woman. Suddenly a pile of something, no someone was thrown into the room and the red haired vampire followed shortly after. She was dressed in black from top till toe and wore huge black gloves. Chantelle lifted up the bundle and to Tova's horror it was another vampire. "Sheila, say hello to Stan, one of your fellow nest mates, I am sure you two have met before" Steve began. Tova looked at the mess on the floor. She sure as shit did not recognise it and she would like to think she would with that retarded cowboy hat on. What kind of vampire was walking around with a hat like that nowadays anyway? Steve grabbed her face and stared into Tova's eyes. "Problem is that Stan hasn't eaten for days, poor little vampire…" and with that Steve let Tova's face go and motioned for Chantelle. Chantelle easily lifted a struggling Stan up towards Tova's neck. Tova heard his fangs come out.

Stan was barely conscious. He had been captured a couple of days ago by the red head bitch that now held him up to this girl. Stan took one quick look at the girl and to his horror realised that this was Godric's girl. Oh shit, Stan thought. Godric would kill him if he did anything to her. He had to stop himself. Slowly he turned away his face from her and his fangs retracted. Phew. He wasn't sure if he or Tova was the one most relieved. Stan still remembered the pain from Godric ripping his insides out and he sure as hell wasn't going to go through that voluntary ever again. "What's the matter? Doesn't she smell lovely?" Chantelle asked. Her fangs shone in the darkness. "Look at her!" she bent Stan's head towards Tova again this time pushing his face towards her neck. Stan was so hungry – he could eat a rat if he had to and Tova's vein looked delicious and Chantelle was right. Tova smelled absolutely delightful so untouched and pure. It would be so easy just to… "Sheila if you want Stan to go just speak to the camera" Steve was trying his kind voice again. "I have never seen this vampire and I do not know what you talk about" Tova answered angrily. If she was going out she was not going to go without a fight. Suddenly she heard a muffled scream and smelt burning flesh. Chantelle was tying up Stan with big silver chains! He screamed and shook. His skin did not heal fast at all, probably because of his lack of feeding. "Now Sheila see what you did to your poor friend Stan.." Steve humoured her. "He is not my friend you idiot" Tova screamed gagging on the smell of the vampire skin burning. Again she heard screams and smelled burnt skin. Tova looked at Stan. She had never seen him before but she could see that he was too weak to make it through this. It was his life or her pride. Tova could not believe she had been put in this position yet again. Why was it always her that had to make the choice. The stench of burnt flesh was like a lid on the room. Tova needed to vomit. Stan whimpered. His face all burnt by the silver and blood coming out of him everywhere. Fuck my pride, Tova thought. "OK, OK – what do you want me to say?" she said and looked directly at Steve with her piercing eyes. "I want you to tell your boyfriend Godric that he must come here and pick you up personally or he'll have to pick up a coffin at a later stage" Steve knew he had mastered the girl. Stan was shaking in the corner of the room. Tova looked at him "I will only do it if I can share a room with him" she said and nodded towards Stan. Everyone laughed. "You want to share a room with a hungry vampire?" Well fangs". "And no more silver on him" Tova's voice was breaking up. Steve grabbed her neck and pushed her head hard down on who are we to decline such a wish" Steve smiled. "OK, after all we know how much you love a pair of the desk. If this wouldn't crack her skull nothing would Tova thought. "You are out of bargaining options – just speak into the camera you fangbanging whore" Tova was fuming. She was not a whore and definitely not a fangbanging whore. If only this idiot reverend knew what great lengths Tova had gone to, to stay away from vampires. She looked into the camera with her green eyes. Tova had no idea how she looked but she could imagine. Godric would not come but Eric would come straight for her and walk into this trap but what else could she do? She needed to focus on Stan right here and now. She would deal with the Viking later. Tova took a deep breath. "Godric, they want you to come down here – where is here?" Tova asked Steve, trying to buy some time and throw Steve off guard. Steve whisked the question away. "Go on!" he commanded. "Godric please come and pick me up. You know where this is. Thank you." Tova looked at Steve "Happy now?" Steve smiled and answered "Very happy". With that everyone left the room, well that was everyone except Stan. Tova heard the door get locked. She took a deep breath. What had she been thinking when asking to have a hungry vampire here in the same room. Why had she even saved him in the first place? She didn't know him and if indeed he was one of Godric's friends then she hoped he would burn in hell with Godric for his betrayal. Tova shook her head. This was the second time she had saved a vampire. This must mean that Tova was mentally disturbed. They murder your family and you go all Mother Theresa on them. The voices inside Tova battled each other. Had she done the right or wrong thing? Tova guessed she'd never know as she was probably going to get killed and quite possibly eaten tonight. She got off the chair by tipping it over and crawled over to the vampire. He was barely moving. A stench of burnt flesh surrounded them and Tova felt her body slide in his blood. As soon as she got eye contact he turned away. Tova frowned. "Hey, are you OK?" she whispered. "Just peachy!" Stan answered sarcastically. "I am sorry they did this to you… I honestly don't know why they involved you" Stan did not answer. "Well, I am going to sleep now" Tova said "..and don't try to eat me" she added as she laid down on the concrete. Stan was boiling with rage. Not only did he hate this girl for making Godric all distracted she had now proceeded to basically save his life and he owed her one, Bitch, fucking red headed bitch he thought… Deep inside Stan knew he needed to get them both out of here or no one would survive.

After what could have been 10 minutes or 10 hours Stan closed his eyes. Dawn was coming. He had not been asleep for more than an hour when the girl in the other corner started talking, tossing and turning. "What?" Stan said angrily and sat up. Tova did not answer. Stan took a good look at the human woman and realised she was asleep. Her red hair was all tousled with blood and she seemed uneasy. "Hmpf" she was definitely having a very disturbed sleep and if she didn't shut up soon he couldn't sleep. Slowly and carefully he crawled over to her. Stan didn't know what do to. The human in front of him was twisting like a worm on a hook. "No, not my mother please not my…" Tova's voice died. Stan slowly sat up next to her and tapped her shoulder with his tied up hands. She was burning up! Something was wrong with this human. No answer from Tova. Stan tapped harder. "Ouch" Tova opened her eyes. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed. "Calm down, calm down and be quiet" Stan said and hushed her. "I told you not to eat me" Tova said angrily. "I wasn't going to eat you, you stupid human!" Stan was losing his patience. Tova looked at him and curled her lips together. "You were talking in your sleep and I …." Stan wanted to say that he was checking up on her to see that she was OK but he knew she wouldn't believe him so instead he said "…can't sleep when you are that fucking noisy…" " I can't sleep anyway now" Tova said. Stan and Tova sat side by side in the darkness. She was shivering. Stan could smell her fever rising by the hour. He knew that she was badly hurt. None of them knew what was next.

Pam handed Eric the envelopes that had arrived with today's mail. Another couple of days had passed with no trace of Tova and Godric was now on his seventh day of not feeding. He walked the streets all night long but so far he had seen or found nothing. Eric went through the mail. "Crap, Crap, Crap, Shite, Crap, More shite, Double shite.." He wasn't too impressed with the contents of the letters. Most of them were begging letters from vampires who needed money and/ other services. Eric threw them all in the fire. He turned to go to his room when he realised he had forgotten one of the envelopes. It was big, yellow and quite heavy. Eric sat back down again. The envelope was addressed to Godric. Eric played with the thought of opening it but he knew that would only anger Godric even more. He rose from the sofa and went up to Godric's room. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. Eric wasn't surprised. This whole Tova debacle had taken its' toll on Godric. He had talked about meeting the sun before all this but now he simply stayed quiet. That scared Eric even more. "Godric, it is me…There is something for you in the mail." Eric tried to sound like he was on his best behaviour. Godric opened the door. He was pale as a sheet and had dark circles under his eyes. "Where is it?" Godric asked. Eric handed him the yellow envelope. Godric took it and closed the door right in front of Eric's face.

Godric went back to bed. It was soon dusk and he would be out walking the streets again. He must find Tova. He didn't know what he would do if he found her dead. Must not think like that, he told himself. Slowly Godric opened the envelope. It contained a CD and a note "Needs to be attended to immediately" Godric wondered what kind of crazy this was. Usually he got the never ending beggar letters sometimes with small gifts to try and grant them. This was the first time someone had sent a CD. Godric couldn't help but to get interested. He fired up his laptop and put the CD in the CD tray. He heard the laptop spin the CD up. Godric looked at the screen and froze. There were pictures and a video of Tova and she was all beaten up. Her once beautiful face was red with blood and she had troubles sitting straight. Rage filled Godric. He heard Steve Newlin's voice telling him to go and pick Tova up or she would die and then they zoomed in on her bruised face. Tova looked more dead than alive. Then they had made Tova ask him to come there. He could see the despair in her eyes as she said his name. Godric closed his eyes. This was it. He had tried to make peace with humans and be humble. He had let several FOTS members go despite them spray painting the outside of his house but this was it. Reverend Newlin had stepped over a line – a big fucking line and he was going to pay for it. Godric rose from the bed and went to Eric's room. He didn't bother knocking. "Eric!" Eric heard his maker's harsh voice. "Yes Godric?" "FOTS has Tova" Godric's voice sounded calm despite his insides wanting to jump out and run to that church straight away and take her away from there. "I am sorry Godric – is there anything I can do?" Eric felt concerned. FOTS was just kids but they were nasty and the less he had to deal with them the better. "Eric, gather the closest ones within 12 hours.." Godric's voice sounded frail and worried. He turned to leave the room when Eric said "We'll get her out Godric…" Godric closed his eyes and prayed that Eric was right for once. Then he closed the door and left. Eric was straight on the phone to Pam with instructions on what to do and whom to contact. He was going to teach these God-botherers a good lesson in vampire etiquette once and for all and he would sure have fun while doing it.