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Chapter.14

"Did you give me blood?"

Godric wore a puzzled look. "You don't know?" He asked.

I didn't want to tell him that I had a dream about the both of them becuase that would probably say that I desired the both of them.

"I thought it was obvious. Did you have any dreams or sudden enhancement of attraction?"

I nervously shook my head but he could tell I was hiding something.

"I dreamt of you... and," I didn't finish my thought. Godric already knew.

I buried my face in his chest, my cheeks burning red. "It's so weird, my feelings for you have heightened.

He place a hand on my head and his face in my hair. "It is the blood, dear one."

So Godric gave me his blood. How did Eric feel about this? When I was dying, he insisted on giving me his blood.

"Your feelings are more intense than any other human I have given blood to."

"You can feel me? How is it like?" I sat up and eagerly expected a good answer with a smile.

A small pause followed my question then he answered, "Two thousand years old and I can still be surprised." Innocently smiling, he laughed.

I internally squeeled with joy as I looked down at my knees.

"You say you have had a dream with both Eric and me? How exactly?" Asked Godric. There was hint of jealousy in his voice.

The question burned in my mind causing my face to redden. How could I explain that dream to Godric, or anyone for that matter?

Starting to stutter, I gave up and buried my face in my knees nervously. I felt Godric nuzzle his face in my neck, smiling.

"Godric, am I yours?" I asked spontaneously. Now that his blood was in my system, did it make it official?

As I lifted my head to meet Godric's eyes, his face was close to mine, noses touching.

He looked at my lips painfully, subtly licking his as his fangs extended.

I closed my eyes, forgetting about my question, as he tilted his head slightly. My lips we cut my one of his fangs. I could feel the blood rush out of my lower lip.

He delicately placed his lips on my lower lip, sucking the blood unconsciously. It was a but awkward but it felt as if he was actually kissing me. I could taste my own blood; it was gross, like iron.

He backed his head away but I placed my hand around his neck, pulling him in for more. Submissive, he almost place his lips fully on mine.

Then I felt blood drip on my upper lips before our lips touched. I stopped.

Chuckling, I ruined the moment and backed my face away, wiping the blood from my lip and onto my already ruined outfit. Godric looked away, disgusted with himself. His ears were bleeding, too.

"You need rest," I whispered putting my forehead to his cheek then pulling him up off the floor.

As Godric slept on the couch (he insisted on sleeping on that uncomfortable thing) I took a long awaited shower. Blood rapidly flowed down the drain. This didn't freak me out since, of course, girls see more blood than boys, especially going down the drain.

Finally in fresh clothes: a black sleeveless sheer summer dress with swans and a thin brown belt, I let my damp hair fall over my chest.

I turned the television on to keep some soft noise in the room. The Newlins appeared to have been arguing, unable to keep a decent conversation with Nan Flanagan.

"You kidnapped one of our sheriffs," stated Nan.

Sarah Newlin's jaw dropped, "He offered himself to us!"

The three people continued to debate on the matter at hand.

"Offered himself?" I asked myself silently, looking over at Godric.

To burn? Why would he do that?

I shoved my feet into my white keds and rushed out of the room. I don't know why I did but I needed to tell someone even if it wasn't true.

In the living room between Eric's room and mine with only the fire in the corner barely lighting the place I ran into something with my face.

"Ah, my nose," I muttered, rubbing my nose delicately with my fingers.

It grabbed my shoulders as I froze.

"Watch where you're going."

It sounded like Eric. Definitely Eric.

"Eric," I whispered loudly, eagerly grabbing his arms and ready to tell him about Godric.

He looked up, eyes gazing behind me.

Godric was awake already. Shit.

"Nan Flannagan has requested a meeting with you, Godric," said Eric with a scowl. How was she already here? She was just on T.V.

Godric nodded, no expression as he headed toward the door.

I gazed up at Eric with puppy eyes, unconsciously. Somewhat hesitant, he let go of my shoulders and followed his maker.

"What an absolute fucking mess, Sheriff," yelled Nan. She was an even bigger bitch than she was on T.V. "You're fired."

Eric gave her a very low growl that even scared me. "You fucking bitch," he said aloud.

"Watch it. I can easily take away your job."

"With what power?"

"I'm on T.V., try me," she smiled with a sense of victory.

Sookie eyed Eric like she had been checking him out. He noticed with his gaze drifting over to hers. Was there something going on between those two?

'Is it his blood's doing?'

Eric gave Sookie blood? Wait, why did I even care?

"Excuse me," said Sookie, "if it weren't for Godric, many humans and vampires would be dead. You think it's a huge mess now, imagine how it would've been without Godric."

Thank you, Sookie. This is why I love you.

"I don't fucking care," announced Nan coldly. Cunt.

"How did you even manage to get caught?" She asked Godric.

He stared at nothing in particular and answered in monotone, "I offered myself to them.

My heart sank at the truth but Eric seemed to take the news worse than I did. He blinked over at me and I could tell what he was thinking.

Is this what you wanted to tell me? Yes, Eric , yes it was.

He looked like a scolded puppy as his eyes became larger and more depressed. I wanted to hold him and tell him it would be ok but obviously I couldn't because one, we were in public, and two, he was Eric.

"Are you insane?" Asked Nan. Godric shook his head and apologized for all the trouble he caused as scanned the room, searching for my eyes.

I shook my head, fighting tears and claspig my hands together on my lap then I looked away from his eyes. Why does he want to die? Was his life really that bad? Sure, two thousand years old is a long time but why now? Why not after I was dead? God, I am so selfish. I'm sure there was a logical reason to this but it looked like Eric didn't think so.

After Nan left Eric was all up in Godric's face, trying to object but Godric only told him to meet him up at the roof.

I looked up at Godric pleadingly from my seat as he passed me. He gave me no apologetic smile or kiss on the forehead. He just left.

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