AN: Thank you to everyone for reading and fav-ing, and reviewing! I love knowing that people enjoy this story as much as I do. And I want to thank everyone who reviewed especially, because I finally reached my personal goal of 100 reviews! So thank you so much for that! (I plan on printing out all the reviews so that they can inspire me when I write other things as well!)

With that said, I do really try to consider what you have put into your comments, and since quite a few people were confused about how Godric, Eric, and Juliana really feel about each other, I put this chapter and the next one in, which will hopefully shed some light on that. Of course, these three are not static characters (you wouldn't like them if they were), so their emotions will naturally change a lot. Also, I've received this question quite a bit: Is Juliana a virgin? The answer is no, in chapter two it was insinuated that Godric raped her before he turned her (while she was unconscious) because it's "bad luck to turn a virgin." That has been her only very intimate relationship so far, since her life has been pretty hectic since then. If you want her to be more sexually active, then I'm sorry to say you'll be disappointed. I don't want to write any explicit scenes like that, and I really don't even know how to work in non-explicit scenes into my story plot.

I'll put up the next chapter tomorrow because both of them were originally going to be one giant chapter, but I decided I didn't like that. So, read and enjoy! And thank you so much again! (Phew, long authors note, haha.)

I saw two men in vests that read "security" emerge from the circle of spectators. Godric was squeezing my hand, silently communicating to me that I shouldn't move. It took quite a bit of will power to keep my fangs from emerging out of anger and fear.

Both of the men had their hands perched guardedly on their pistols. "We do not desire conflict," Godric spoke calmly, but loudly enough to be heard over the loud hum of the crowd, "We will leave peacefully."

"Your kind is not supposed to be here. You two are going to have to come with us," one of them responded sternly. There was this anxious tension radiating from the crowd, and I couldn't help but feel it affecting me too. Everything was happening so quickly, I didn't know how to respond.

"You should let us just leave now," Godric said in his diplomatic voice, "We don't want to trouble you anymore-"

"He's trying to glamour them!" Someone screeched from the crowd, and suddenly everyone was screaming. "They're going to eat us all!"

People began to run towards the exits, and I turned to Godric for advice in the midst of the mass hysteria that our presence had caused. I suppose I must have moved too quickly for the comfort of the security, because suddenly a bullet tore through my back and I crumpled to the floor.

A shrill cry escaped my mouth, and I felt bloody tears begin to well in my eyes. The bullet had severed my spinal cord, and I couldn't feel anything lower than my torso. But even an injury like that wouldn't have called for such a severe reaction- except for the bullet was silver. It felt like my body was on fire; my entire back was throbbing in uncontrollable waves of agony. Godric scooped me off the floor, and I clutched onto him, squeezing his shoulders and back in an effort to relieve my own pain.

In seconds Godric had darted out of the dance venue; the humans probably didn't even have the time to consider blinking before we had vanished. A few minutes later, we were back at my house, and Godric set me face-down on my bed.

"Don't move," he commanded. I felt him tear the back of my dress so that he could see the wound. His cold fingers grazed down my back and pause above the bullet hole. A moment later he said, "Eric, hold her down. She's going to squirm, I know it."

I hadn't even realized the Viking was back at my house, but suddenly his big hands were resting on my shoulders. I turned my head to the side and tried to analyze his expression. He seemed mostly concerned, with some traces of pity and sadness. I was about to say something to him, but suddenly the pain in my back intensified ten-fold as Godric attempted to extract the bullet. I don't believe I've ever screamed louder in my life. I convulsed from the pain so forcefully, even Eric was unprepared. But then his natural Viking strength kicked in, and Eric forced me back down with such strength that it was difficult to breathe, let alone fidget in pain.

Thankfully, the pain was only temporary, and Godric expertly pulled the bullet out of my spine. I felt Eric's hands lift off of me and the room became quiet with the exception of my sniffling. Finally, I sighed and sat upright, making sure to hold my dress so that it wouldn't fall down. I'm sure I must have looked terrible because Eric bit his lip slightly and said, "I guess it's safe to say the date did not go well, right?"

*** Centuries Ago***

"Have you felt Godric try to contact you?"

"No."

"Any tingling sensations?"

"No, Mae."

"Just checking. I don't want him to know what we are planning."

"What you're planning."

"Right, that's what I said."

Mae and I were sitting on the steeple of a chapel, squinting into the forest that surrounded it. We were on the border of Sweden, trying to find the local werewolf pack. I was terribly uncomfortable with Mae's plan, but she had her mind stubbornly attached to this idea. And now that she was determined to kill Godric, nothing could deter his fixation.

However, that doesn't mean I didn't try. "Mae, we should just move on. This isn't worth it."

Mae threw a venomous glare at me, "Godric nearly killed me. Killing him would be more than worth the effort."

"But using werewolves? Please, Mae, you know how I feel about those creatures."

The vampire's disposition softened slightly. "I know, Juliana. If there was another way I would consider it. But werewolves are the easies way to get to Eric, and that Viking is the easiest way to get to Godric."

It had been nearly a month since our final encounter with Godric and Eric. Almost instantly after our escape, Mae began plotting Godric and Eric's murders. In order to do this, however, Mae determined that we had to find out more about Godric's beloved progeny. That led us to Sweden, where we heard legends about an entire clan of Vikings that had been decimated by wolves. They were all found dead, except for the Chief's son. The legend made it seem like the son was a man-wolf who had killed his entire family, but Mae and I knew differently. Eric was a vampire because of Godric, but he was an orphaned prince because of werewolves.

"Godric has spent the past few centuries of his life searching for you. I'm sure now that you've defected from his life for good, he will have to start listening to Eric's wishes. And I would be willing to bet that Eric wants to find the wolves who killed his family. Perhaps this is the tribe!"

"But what if it isn't?"

"Well, Eric will have to come here eventually to find out for himself. If we can get the wolves on our side, we can use them to trap Eric, and then use Eric to trap Godric."

I shifted a little in discomfort, but Mae didn't notice. Suddenly, she pointed into the woods and squealed, "I see one of them! Let's go!" She grabbed my hand and leapt off the church, dragging me down with her. Then, she pulled me into the forest after the mangy mutt she was attempting to employ.

"You try to catch him from the south, and I'll come in from the north," She directed me, than ran off. I rolled my eyes, but followed her instructions.

I reached the wolf first and said, "Excuse me, sir, I require your assistance." The wolf jumped a little at the sound of my voice, and then turned his big head to face me. He seemed confused, and then growled at me in a warning. I felt my legs turn to jelly and suddenly I forgot what I was doing. The wolf tilted his head back and howled into the air, obviously calling for the rest of his pack. I wanted to run away, but before I got the chance, a black blur tackled the wolf and pinned him to the ground.

"Transform!" Mae screamed into the wolf's snarling, hairy face. For a moment, the wolf seemed furious and not at all willing to transform into anything. Then Mae pressed down on him with her super-human strength and the wolf whimpered loudly in pain. Suddenly, he was a human again.

"Please, stop!" He cried in Swedish, "My arm! My arm!" Sure enough, Mae had managed to break his arm. Not at all afraid of the man version of a werewolf, I helped him stand up.

"If you help us, I won't kill you," Mae said in an unintentionally sharp tone.

"Mae!" I snapped at her, then said to the wolf, "My friend means to say that we would love if you would agree to help us."

The werewolf grit his teeth in pain but sighed, "What do you need?"

With the werewolves as our weary allies, all Mae and I had to do was wait. For the next several weeks Mae and I lounged around the town, hoping for the perfect moment. Mae had so carefully planned her attack that she knew exactly what we were both going to do at every stage, and frankly at every second, of the assault. She would have me reiterate my own steps several times during the day, just to make sure I knew what my job was. I had never been a strong supporter of her plan, but Mae didn't care. Her entire mentality was, "So? You don't want to kill them- that's fine, you're not. I'm going to be the one plunging a stake through their hearts, so why don't you just keep your qualms to yourself."

But I felt guilty, and no matter what Mae said or what I tried to tell myself, there was nothing I could do to shake that feeling. I knew all the terrible things Godric and Eric had done to me. I knew they would probably try to hurt me again in the future. But I just didn't feel like this was right. Whenever I would bring up my worries to Mae, she would say, "Do not feel bad, Juliana. That's just your good nature taking advantage of you. Godric and Eric deserve this." And if I would persist, Mae's eyes would darken and she would hiss at me, "Fine. Feel guilty all you want. Just don't stand in my way."

One quiet night, all Mae's preparations and my misgivings were put to the challenge. We were sitting on top of the steeple of the church, which had the best vantage point in three miles, when we saw two figures run through the forest at a speed only two vampires could manage. "They're here! They're here!" Mae whispered excitedly, and quickly crouched down to be out of their view. We peeked over the edge of the roof and watched them move swiftly through the village, talking to some residents and then glamouring them before moving on. While they were distracted, Mae said, "Alright, I'm going to alert the wolves and you're going to follow Godric and the Viking. Understand?" I nodded, and Mae handed me several a long, thin silver chains and a pair of silk gloves. Then, she vanished.

I quickly put the gloves on, and continued to survey the vampires. After talking with a few more people, the two of them fed off of a young male human inside of his cottage home. Suddenly, a loud wolf cry echoed from the forest followed by several more. I watched through the window and Godric and Eric quickly conversed, and then darted out of the house and towards the direction of the wolves. I leapt off the roof and silently followed behind them.

A few seconds later, they were standing along the edge of a meadow, watching the wolves. I hid behind some trees, watching them, and wondered if Mae's plan would actually work. Eric whispered quickly to Godric, "I'm going in," but Godric instantly responded with a stern, "Be patient. Wait until they separate."

"No, I can't," he spat, and then darted into the center of the meadow and attacked. Viciously, he tore into the jugular of the first wolf he reached, and then tossed the human corpse to the side. The wolves began barking and snarling, and one of them attacked. But Eric was faster, and hateful vengeance was burning inside of him. With one swing of his arm, he had broken the wolf's back. Although the wolves were not outnumbered, they realized they were easily outmatched, and instantly dispersed in all directions. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder than nearly caused me to scream. It was Mae, and she first motioned for me to be silent, and then pointed to herself and Godric. Then, she pointed to me and then Eric, clearly designating what my next move was to be. I nodded in agreement, and ran along the forest to get to the other side of the meadow.

Eric was drenched in blood, and he was standing in the middle of the field with the look of a madman. One werewolf managed to dart out of Eric's grasp and ran in a dazed sense of fear and adrenaline towards me. This was the moment Mae had prepared me for. I pulled out the silver chain, and in a second the wolf passed me as he ran for his life. Eric was close behind him, but was terribly unprepared for my attack. As soon as I could, I had jumped on his back and wrapped my chain around his neck. Eric fell on his hand and knees, and when I tightened the chain, he made this sickening chocking sound. The Viking attempted to shake me off of his back, but I had a firm hold on the chain that was imbedded deep into his neck, burning him. His hands fought to pull the silver away from his sensitive skin, and since they were so close together, it only made it that much easier for me to tie another chain around them too. I quickly wrapped the silver around his wrists and then around his chest, so that they were pressed across his chest like an Egyptian mummy. With the Viking's entire upper body incapacitated, I finally managed to stand up catch my breath.

Eric squirmed beneath me, trying to loosen his burning restraints. I don't think he realized who had attacked him until I said, "Stop fidgeting, you damn giant, you'll only making it hurt worse."

The Viking froze for a moment, but then began to convulse more forcibly. I sighed, and grabbed on to the chain. Then I began the arduous process of dragging someone who was more than a foot taller than myself and nearly double my weight approximately a half a mile. When I finally made it to the cottage Mae had prepared, I was so tired. Eric had been kicking the entire way there, digging his heels into the ground like a stubborn toddler. I dragged the vampire into the cottage, slammed the door, and then collapsed onto the bed.

Eric groaned and continued to fight to escape. I heard rustling, and finally Eric managed to sit up with his back against a wall. I narrowed my eyes at him and warned, "Don't do anything stupid before Mae comes. I do not want to have to explain to her why I killed you before she could catch Godric."

"Godric?" Eric croaked. I imagine that the silver burning into his throat made it difficult for him to speak.

I shrugged. "It was Mae's idea. She was very intent on capturing and killing both of you for the past few months."

"Why?"

I raised an eyebrow at the Viking. "What do you mean 'Why?' Godric nearly killed her; she wants her revenge."

Eric coughed and then responded, "No. Why are you doing this?"

"Mae is my friend."

"You're acting as if she's your master."

"I do not have a master."

Eric struggled to breathe but continued to speak, "But you do have a maker, and so do I. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

I couldn't respond to that since I didn't know exactly how I felt about Godric. I jumped off the bed and went into the second room to wash my face- fighting with Eric had left me a little disheveled.

"He cares about you," I heard Eric say from the other room. "He wants you to be happy."

I let a wry laugh escape my mouth, and then shouted to Eric sarcastically, "That would explain why he's always hurting me, right?"

"He doesn't mean to hurt you; he's only frustrated that you don't want to be with him like he wants to be with you." I threw some water on my face and tried to ignore Eric. But the Viking continued, "But that's all behind him now that you've left. He doesn't want you to hate him, so he's leaving you alone now. That's why he didn't try to contact you."

"Be quiet, Viking," I snapped from the other room, "I don't want to talk to you anymore."

"Because you know I speak the truth. You don't want to have Godric's death on your head, so you're trying to remember him as the vampire who killed your family in an effort to justify this betrayal. But the reality is that Godric has changed just as much as you- and he doesn't deserve this."

I left the second room so that I could see Eric. "Be quiet, or I'll be forced to silence you myself," I warned, and sat back down on the bed. "It will only be a few minutes now, anyways."

"What he saw in you is a mystery to me," The Viking mumbled to himself.

"What he saw in you is a mystery to me," I retorted with a glare.

"At least I'm loyal, and I show some respect. If I ever have a progeny, I'll make sure I know at least something about their values before I go turning them- that way I won't end up with someone like you," Eric spat.

"You're just jealous because no matter how perfect you are, Godric will still continue to long for me. You may be the perfect progeny, but even you can't fill the space Godric has in his heart for me."

"Ha! You're the one jealous of me. You don't think Godric and I realized why you hated me so much when we all lived together? Godric prefers me because I'm so trustworthy. Godric can't even trust you as far as he can throw you."

I jumped off the bed kicked Eric back down on the floor. Pulling the silver chains even tighter, I retied them so that they would burn into him even more. Eric snarled into the floor where I left him before returning to lounge on the bed.

"When Godric is dead, I will kill you," Eric hissed.

"Good luck."