AN: Enjoy this chapter! Happy Reading!- krispybee12 & Butterflybelle
Chapter 28
GPOV
I send a wary gaze over my two slumbering loves in the bed beside me, envying their apparent states of blissful peace. I was unable to so much as close my eyes throughout the night without being once more assaulted by haunting visions of my two beloveds falling by Ocella's hand. The sound of their dual, bloodcurdling screams along with the horrifying sight of crimson blood staining shining, golden locks is something I fear I'll never forget, neither awake nor asleep.
I reach out to trace soft lines over my Eric's and my Sookie's lax, slumbering faces, knowing I could never allow such horrific images come to fruition. Eric's words echo through my mind once more, insisting my nightmares may be dark omens of some kind, warnings of what the fates may hold in store for the three of us, and I just can't seem to shake the fear that he may very well be right.
I cannot allow this; I cannot knowingly endanger my loves who have sought fit to give me a new lease on life. I would be nothing without them; I would be lost. But more than that, I can't help but fear this is all my own fault; neither my Sookie or my Eric would be in danger from my oldest of enemies had I only disposed of Ocella properly the first time, a grave mistake I won't make twice.
"Godric?" my Sookie's sleep addled voice brings me from my thoughts to leave me glancing over to see her angelic face pinched in worry.
"Dear One," I greet softly, leaning closer to press my lips against her own whilst hearing her heart rate subtly speed at the small gesture.
"You're worried," she whispers to leave me glancing up at two sets of startling blue eyes.
"She's right," Eric chimes in, reaching his hand up to gently cup my face as I see his cobalt eyes shining with apparent anxiety.
"Of course I'm worried, I'd be a fool to feel otherwise," I reason before feeling two sets of arms wrapping around me. I let out a shuddering sigh, knowing I would do anything at all to keep the two of them with me just like this for always.
"We've got this, Godric," Eric gently reassures me. "So long as everything goes according to plan, we'll never even have to face Ocella head on. He'll be dead and gone before he even realizes what happened."
"Of course," I answer back, fearing it won't nearly be so easy, not with Ocella; never with him, the Boogeyman himself.
"Would it make you feel better to look over the weapons once more?" my Sookie questions, sending me a soft smile that finds me absently nodding my agreement as I silently begin formulating a plan.
"We can never be too prepared, Dear One," I answer back, earning mirroring nods from both she and Eric before the three of us exit the bed, proceeding to done matching, dark clothing as per our plans.
"I still can't believe he's holed up in my fucking bar," Eric grumbles out, earning an amused snort from Sookie as the three of us proceed towards the basement together.
"Whatever will the citizens of Louisiana do without Fangtasia?" Sookie teases, earning a mocking smirk from Eric as I find I'm too distracted by my thoughts to take part in their teasing.
"I'll have you know, that bar is a landmark, Lover," Eric argues, his golden head shaking as I see Sookie slink her arm through his, a sympathetic smile formed over her face as the three of us are left staring down at the expansive pile of explosives before us.
"Then we'll just have to be sure it's replacement is bigger and better than any this state has ever seen," she assures him to earn a glowing smile from my child before he leans down to press his lips against her own. I tilt my head in thought, seeing the two of them share their tender kiss before deciding I have no choice but to go through with my own plans.
At truly remarkable speeds, faster than I've ever moved in all my undead life, I have both Eric and Sookie ushered inside one of the nearby, reinforced cells. I can feel their mirroring shock as I close them inside and glance up just in time to catch their bewildered faces as the two of them proceed to stare at me as if they've never seen me before.
"Godric? What-," Sookie starts before a firm headshake from me manages to abruptly cut off her words.
"I'm the one meant to defeat Ocella, my loves, I need you to understand this," I insist and the waves of hurt and betrayal suddenly radiating from the two of them are harsh enough to nearly bring me to my knees.
"Godric, we talked about this," Eric argues, hitting me with a defiant gaze. "We do this together, or not at all."
"No," I state resolutely, seeing two sets of golden brows jut up in shock.
"Godric, why?" the pained whisper falls from my Sookie's lips to bring a defeated sigh from me.
"Sookie," I whisper, reaching up to gently grip her dainty hands over the metal bars. "You wanted to know the source of my fears; to know what images have haunted my dreams night after night?" I question, seeing her eyes go momentarily wide before she's nodding her golden head. "I've seen your death, both your deaths at the hands of Ocella," I finally admit, feeling Eric and Sookie's fear laced shock rocking through me.
"No," Eric whispers, disbelief clear on his face as I feel waves of anxious worry welling between us.
"Yes," I state plainly and simply, feeling both my loves' welling distress continuing to flood the bonds. "And if you are correct in assuming my dreams are dark omens of some sort, my child, I fear I cannot risk seeing this particular premonition come to fruition."
"But you can't go alone, Godric," my sweet Sookie argues, salty tears welling around her sapphire eyes to make my heart pinch painfully.
"Nightfall is still hours away, Dear One," I assure her with a forced smile. "I will defeat my nemesis during his dayrest and be back before the sky even begins to darken, this I swear to you both," I assert, looking pleadingly back and forth between my two blond haired, blue eyed loves as I'm left hoping they can understand why I must do this.
"We could knock these fucking bars down, Godric," Eric states, a defiant frown settling over his face. "Sookie could blow them apart with her light without so much as trying," he warns, earning a defeated sigh from me.
"Of this, I have no doubt," I answer back softly, my head falling in defeat. "But I beg of you both to heed my warning. Please, my Eric, my Sookie, please just do this one thing for me. I can't lose you, either of you and I need you both to understand your safeties are my only concern. I've witnessed both your deaths in my mind more times than I could even count, I couldn't survive seeing these forewarnings become reality."
"And you promise you'll be right back?" Sookie whispers, making me whip my head up to see her sending me pleading eyes.
"I swear it, Dear One," I answer back, leaning closer to press my forehead against hers between the cool, metal bars. "I'll be back before you know it and we'll never have to fear Ocella ever again, none of us," I solemnly pledge, letting both she and Eric feel the truth of my words.
"Fuck," I hear Eric sigh out to draw my gaze towards my child. "You're not gonna budge on this, are you?" he questions only to earn a firm headshake from me. "Goddammit," he mutters before hitting me with a no-nonsense stare. "We'll agree to stay behind, but know that if either of us feels so much as a tremor of fear from you, we won't hesitate to blow free of this cage and come after your stubborn ass."
"Agreed," I concede, a wave of relief finally washing over me as I earn watery smiles from my two dearest loves.
"Just be careful," Sookie whispers, before pressing her lips against my own. I send her a soft smile before seeing a second face hovering before my own.
"Don't make me fucking regret this," my stubborn Viking sighs out, earning a rather wistful smile from me before I kiss him gently.
"Thank you," I whisper, feeling as if a massive weight has finally been lifted from my shoulders upon realizing my horrific dreams will remain just that, merely dreams and nothing more. Fearing any more stalling on my part may leave me rethinking my decision, I'm quick to vamp myself away from my two loves with only one purpose in mind; killing Ocella, finally and truly.
I'm soon launching myself from the front doors of the antebellum mansion, proceeding to rocket through cloudless blue skies, absently wishing I had the chance to appreciate just how miraculous a flight this truly is, before seeing a metropolis quickly coming into view. Shreveport.
I waste no time in zeroing in on my child's bar, proceeding to keep a careful eye out for any sign of day guards before lowering myself to the empty, asphalt lot spanning out behind the apparently unguarded establishment. Strange.
I'd have thought Ocella would have hired at least one or two Weres as lookouts. Perhaps his overconfidence in his own abilities can be to blame for him acting as though he's invincible. How entirely foolish of him, but then, Ocella was never one to second guess his own powers or abilities; I suppose this was likely how I was able to defeat him all those centuries ago and undoubtedly, this is how I will defeat him once more.
I stealthily make my way to the backdoor of my child's establishment, cracking the door open carefully before slipping inside the darkened silence within. My eyes adjust quickly to the dimly lit interior and having a pretty good idea as to where Ocella would hole up in such a place, I waste no time in making my way towards the basement stairway.
Seeing the door slightly ajar, I quietly slip myself through the doorway before creeping along the steps to the bar's cool, subterranean level. My careful gaze sweeps over the cement floor before me as I'm able to quickly determine the many scattered forms strewn about are dead-to-the-day members of Ocella's undead army. These can be taken care of later, for now, I have but one goal in mind; finding Ocella.
I slink my way through the mass of unmoving bodies before coming to a closed door. A small smile comes to my face, realizing Ocella's coffin likely resides just on the other side of the thick, metal door before I slowly turn the surprisingly unlocked latch. This has all been just too easy thus far.
I'm almost disappointed as I make my way toward the singular, black coffin before me, having expected my most powerful of opponents to have put up at least some sort of challenge for me by now. Perhaps it's better this way and so long as my Eric and my Sookie are no longer in danger, I'll be perfectly content with doing away with Ocella just as quickly and quietly as possible.
I slowly pull open the casket's lid and my eyes widen in shock upon seeing only silken lining come into view. What the hell? Where is he? I let out a soft sigh whilst turning back towards the open doorway before my sensitive nostrils are hit with a hauntingly familiar scent; Fae.
My eyes widen in shock once more before my gaze falls upon yet another heap of unmoving bodies thrown carelessly to the side of the doorway, but these aren't undead vampires, no, these are fully dead corpses of the Fae. Just what the hell has Ocella been up to?
Eric and Sookie; they may not be nearly as safe as I let myself believe. Icy fear runs through me at the thought of Ocella walking unharmed in the sunlight before I find myself vamping to the bar's upstairs once more, hoping to catch my foe before he has a chance to make his getaway. He won't get his hands on my beloveds, I won't let him; I just can't.
Upon rushing through the basement doorway, my fearful gaze is caught by the sight of bright lights before me; lights I know were dark only minutes prior. A small gasp escapes me upon seeing thick, somehow familiar chains hanging over the now lighted stage. I know those chains. This entire scene is terrifyingly familiar as I've seen this very same image in my dreams each and every night; the only thing missing are my Eric and my Sookie. Shit!
"Death; my, my, now this is a surprise," a low, gravelly voice sounds just behind me to leave me spinning on my heel. Ocella. Dark, hollow eyes hover just before my own, beset in a face that would once have been considered quite beautiful, though now, the once smooth, porcelain skin is pitted with deep scars and withered flesh, likely on account of my own actions.
"Don't hurt them," the pleading whisper falls from my lips just before I see a sickly sweet smile curl over deformed, lopsided lips. Glowing black eyes capture my gaze once more and the only sound I can muster is that of a grieving wail of defeat as I'm abruptly brought to my knees in utter despair.
Eric and Sookie are suddenly before me, the two of them chained by arms and legs upon the lighted stage and just like in my countless dreams, I find I can't move, can't so much as speak; I can only look on helplessly as Ocella comes into view with death in his deformed smile. Then the screams begin; the same heartbreaking, bloodcurdling screams of my two loves that have haunted me every night upon my return to this plane and I'm unable to so much as muster a pitiful whimper as I feel my loves slowly beginning to fade away before me…
