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Silent Shores Hotel – Dallas

Godric's POV

I thought my Grandsire, the Ancient Pythia had forsaken me. I have not heard from her since Erin's coming of age.

I realize the Doctor is waiting for some kind of response from me as to whether she should continue in front of Sookie.

"You may speak freely in front of Sookie. She is family and most likely will need to hear what it is you have to say or I'm sure you would not have broached the subject at this time." As the Doctor waves her arms about my torso she continues.

"She wants me to let you know in no uncertain terms; it is time to stop beating yourself up Child. Now that the Viking has found his mate your time is at hand… Don't forget the prophecy that came to light on your betrothal… and stay near your child and his mate… The Princess is the way." She stopped waving her arms and rested them on my chest and turned to give Sookie a pointed look and Sookie was looking right back as if to say "who me?".

"Well I hope you understood all that Godric 'cause, I'm sure I've got no idea how I'm gonna help y'all."

"What's that my love?" My Child is wandering back into the sitting room pulling a Tshirt over his head.

"Well, Doctor Ludwig here…" She points to the good Doctor who is now poking at the stiff skin on my back and Eric nods to her in recognition. I hear a grunt from behind me that I take as a greeting. "has just given a message to Godric from your Great Grandma sweetie." Again a crazy smile adorns Sookie's face. Eric's eyebrows almost reach his hairline in surprise. This was all news to them both. Eric does not know of who Sookie was speaking either. He leaned against the wall and listened intently as Sookie repeated the good Doctors message and now they were both staring at me with the same inquisitive expression waiting for me to further enlighten them.

"I do not feel like sharing at this time, maybe later when we are alone." I tilted my head slightly in a gesture to dismiss Ludwig and to let my family know they were not who I was referring to.

"Well, I'm all done here for now. I'm gunna wanna to see you both again tomorrow."

"I was hoping to be out of here…" My Son started but the tiny Doctor just spoke over him.

"From what I've seen going on outside, I doubt you'll be getting out of Dallas so easy after the stunt you pulled Gaul." She pinches me bringing my attention to my healing back.

"The media wants a piece of 'the Hero'. The Vamp that saved the same people that had condemned him to final death. King Stan can only hold them back so long… Well I'll be going. Make sure to feed tonight Godric. Your back is healing well but fresh blood will quicken the process. If you follow my orders by tomorrow you should be as good as new… and you little lady…" She waddles over to Sookie. Finish the bond." Then she addressed the room;

"I will be ready to examine you one hour after sundown. I'll meet you in your new quarters." Without any further word and a loud pop Ludwig left the building.

Eric didn't acknowledge the healers departure he was still leaning against the wall, his gaze had not yet lifted from me, still questioning.

"Come, my Child, sit." I motioned to the empty space next to Sookie and in an instant he has the young woman on his lap.

"Eric! Cheese and rice! Damn vampire speed, you scared the b'jesus out'a me!" Eric immediately started to rain kisses and unrestrained affection on his mate and she giggled and sighed in contentment. I could smell their arousal as it grew when Eric's attentions became more ardent and his attentions became more ardent as her arousal grew.

Watching the two of them interact, I couldn't stop comparing the small girl to a baby antelope, yelling at a magnificent lion for stalking her and in that same moment he looked like the ultimate predator that he was. Every bit the Alpha, his eyes dark and stormy, his muscles rippling underneath his tight black shirt as he tries to hold back his baser instincts, his long fangs coated with saliva as he takes in the tender morsel in his strong grasp.

The antelope should shiver and quake knowing the threat to her very existence but Sookie just takes in his demeanor slaps him on the arm playfully and teasingly says "Oh, you! Godric tell your progeny to behave himself will ya?"

"I'm sorry Princess but that would be like me telling you, not to breath." Sookie gave me a playful pout and crossed her arms under her breasts, making the luscious globes even more prominent in her fitted top.

"You are making behaving myself very hard my sweet Sookie, when you display yourself thusly." Eric spoke quietly into her ear while nuzzling her neck.

Sookie turned her head to see my Son's hungry gaze zeroing in on her heaving assests. She put her small hand on his face and pushed it away – and Eric let her.

"Eric! Behave! I want to hear about Godric's Grandma. Don't you?"

"Sorry my lovely Sookie, it is easy to forget myself when I am around you."

I have not had any familial contact with my Son in years. We have spoken but mainly about Vampire business nothing deeply personal. He knows I had been spending time in Australia and that I was there to see Lorielle and her Family but nothing really about Erin. He knows something extremely wonderful… and devastating has happened in my life but not what. I haven't wanted to speak of my wonderful time with my mate because it's just too painful. The deep wound to my heart still weeps, its toxic plasma infecting my entire being making it physically impossible for me to shake off my despair. How can the Ancient One so flippantly ask me to "stop beating myself up"? If there was just a switch I could flip and I could go back to the old Godric - the Godric before Eriu - Would I do it? Could I flip it? I think not, because without the pain I would no longer have anything.

I know Eric and Sookie are waiting for me to speak, for me to explain but I'm having trouble articulating through my overwhelming emotions. The story of the blood of my heritage is so tightly interwoven with story of my Love and the blood of my heart.

I open my mouth to speak a couple of times before I can make any sound but once the words start to flow I am able to communicate the crib note version of how I came to meet my Grandsire, the revelation of the Prophecy at the corroboree without really going into my relationship with Erin and even though my Child knew that I was holding back something pretty major, I knew he would not call me on it, due to the respect he has for me. His Sookie however has no such qualms, so as soon as she realized I had finished talking and Eric wasn't going to say anything she let me have it.

"There's something you're not telling us Godric… I think we need to know the rest. So cough it up Vampire." She reminded me so much of my Love.

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Eric's POV

"I am completely lost for words Master… You have been living a whole other existence, that I had no idea of… The Ancient Pythoness… Is my Great Grandsire?... I knew you had been visiting Lorielle but I had no idea of the frequency or the inclusiveness of those visits. Now I am close to you I can feel through our connection where your depression stems from. The extreme pain this conversation is causing you, even though there is much you haven't said.

It's like there is a ragged wound in your chest and you're slowly bleeding to death." My lover seems to have hit the proverbial nail on the head with her words. At first Godric had been quite rightly surprised at her outburst but quickly his emotions turn melancholy but determined.

My phone rings and even though it is not the time, I habitually I answer it and excuse myself from the room yet again. It is Pam wondering what is holding us up. She has been shopping with Jessica, Fawn and the human and returned to find us still not in the new suite, with the dawn immanent she is concerned. She doesn't want us to rest in the unsecure room another day. I don't blame her. I have still to find out from Sookie what happened when she was abducted.

I ask Pam to organize a donor for Godric AB- as untouched as possible and just in case some donor blood from the blood bank – Ludwig said he needed blood and to the best of my ability I will make sure he does as the Doctor has ordered. I'm finishing up with Pam's To Do list when I hear Sookie exclaim. "Godric!" I hang up on my progeny and rush back to the sitting area to find Sookie out on the balcony looking up.

"What is it my love? Where is my Maker?" I can feel him through the bond… so calm, so determined.

"He said for you to meet him on the roof but Eric the dawn is coming. What is he thinking?"

"Noooooo!" I scream into the waning darkness and take off from the balcony to the roof. I can hear my mates voice "Eric, what is it?" She's crying out to me but I don't have time to even start to tell her of my fears. I must get to my Father, my Brother, my Son. He cannot leave me. I will not let him meet the sun.

I land on the Hotel's roof in mere seconds and as my feet touch the hard surface I am running to my Maker.

"Father! Godric! Noooo! You cannot do this to me!" I cry clinging to my

Master's knees. I am not beyond groveling to or for this man. He is everything to me.

"My Son, two thousand years is enough."

"I can't accept this. It's insanity." I exclaime.

"Our existence is insanity. We don't belong here." How can he say this?

"But we are here." I say with conviction. He must stay.

"It's not right. We're not right." I wish I knew what has made him feel this way.

"You taught me there is no right or wrong… only survival or death." I have lived my whole undead existence by this principle.

"I told you a lie as it turns out." I can feel through our bond that he believes this shit. I grab his knees tighter.

"I'll keep you alive by force." He will not leave me.

"Even if you could, why would you be so cruel?" Because I'm selfish. I can't let you go.

"Godric, don't do it!" I can't help the tears that are streaming down my face. His strong hand gently cups my chin and lifts it so we are looking into each other eyes.

"There are centuries of faith and love between us…" I can't stand it.

"Please! Please!... Please Gogric!" I am sobbing. I have no pride. This is my Maker I'm trying to save.

"Father… Brother… Son… Let Me Go." In that moment I know what I will do.

"I won't let you die alone." I will go with him. We will enter the realms of the forever dead together.

"Yes… You Will… As your Maker I command you." …How will I survive it - the pain, the loss?