Amelia had called Isabel as soon as soon as Eric had hung up. She hoped that she arrived before the Viking vampire, unwilling to deal with him on her own. Inhaling a sharp breath, she was relieved when Isabel walked in, dressed in a tight black dress with a large gold necklace around her neck. Amelia had asked Isabel to call Stan, preferring to have nothing to do with him. Isabel walked into the house, looking for Amelia and finding her pacing in the kitchen, her cell to her ear.

"I've called him over twenty times and he isn't picking up," Amelia said, looking to Isabel with worry. "He left me this."

She picked up the letter from the worktop counter, handing it over to Isabel and letting her scan over it. Isabel shook her head, folding it back up and then placing it down.

"He said that he has to do this for us…for me," Amelia said. "He's gone. He told me we would never see him again and I don't know what to do, Isabel. I don't understand. I don't understand why he would go now. I know that things were tough, but we were coping. We always coped."

"Do you have any idea where he might have gone?" Isabel asked of her. "Did he say anything while he was with you about where he may go?"

Amelia bit down on her lip, wondering what she should say to Isabel. Did she tell her everything that she knew? Did she tell her what Godric had planned all those months ago? Surely he couldn't be going through with it? Surely he wouldn't go through with it and leave her all alone. Amelia didn't think she could handle that. She didn't know if she could cope.

As she let her thoughts consume her, the door opened and another figure walked in, but this one looked less calm. Amelia felt herself gulp loudly, knowing that he was going to be angry. She had met Eric on simply a handful of occasions, but every time he had been snarky and snappy. But she knew he loved Godric. They both had that in common.

"What happened?" Eric snapped, foregoing any pleasantries that would cause Godric surely to snap at him. "Where is my maker?"

"We don't know, Eric," Isabel said.

"What did he say?" Eric said and Isabel handed him the letter he had left Amelia.

Eric's eyes narrowed as he turned his dominating stare onto Amelia and she realised that she had to tell both of them the truth. They deserved to know and they were the only ones she could think of to help save Eric.

"When I first met Godric he…he was talking about meeting the sun," Amelia said and Isabel looked horrified while Eric snarled. "He wanted to meet with me to talk about my links to the Fellowship of the Sun because I was engaged to Daniel. I told him to give me a month to change his mind…to persuade him to live…but he still mentioned it. He still mentioned meeting the sun."

"And you think to tell us this now!" Eric roared, picking up the vase on the end of the worktop and flinging it against the wall, his rage taking hold of him as he turned to look to her. Amelia flinched as the glass shattered, her eyes widening as Isabel moved to stand besides her. "You should have said something sooner. You should have opened your mouth and told us!"

"Godric asked me not to," Amelia said.

"And look where that has gotten you." Eric snarled and Amelia dropped her hands to her hips, challenging him with a harsh gaze.

"And if Godric asked you to keep a secret, would you disobey him?"

Eric said nothing in response to her, choosing to keep silent as she jutted her chin out and met his gaze, challenging him and refusing to back down. She folded her arms over her chest and nodded her head.

"Exactly," she said in response to his silence.

"Say if this is true," Isabel said in a soft hum, "say that Godric has willingly gone to the Fellowship, then what do we do? If the Fellowship has Godric then he had to have gone with them. He would not be overpowered."

"Where is Stan?" Eric said. "What does he make of all of this?"

"He is not answering my calls, but when he finds out then we all know how he will react. He will want blood…he will want the Fellowship wiped out. He does not think rationally. He has never thought rationally."

"I know that," Eric said, "but we might need him if we are to get Godric out."

"No," Isabel said sternly. "He has already slaughtered too many. His motives are not pure…he would see this as an opportunity to save Godric, but also to take out the Fellowship. And then what would Nan Flanagan say?"

"Fuck what Nan thinks," Eric sneered.

"While I tend to agree, we need to think of Godric. We do not want the Authority on his back for his actions," Isabel said. "We need to do this quietly and quickly. We need a way to get him out."

"That is if he is there," Amelia said with a shrug of her shoulders. "We are simply assuming that is where he has gone, but we have no evidence or proof."

"So we get some," Eric said.

"And how do we do that?" Isabel wondered from him.

"I know Sarah Newlin," Amelia spoke. "I mean, I met her at dinner a few times and she seems saner than her husband. She might tell me if I ask to meet her."

Eric scoffed. "She will know you have ulterior motives," he said. "No. You're already too well known. We need someone to go in there who isn't know and…" He trailed off and Amelia arched a brow as Isabel folded her arms over her chest. Shaking her head, Isabel shrugged and looked to Eric before snarling at him.

"Do you intend to share your plan?"

"I know someone," Eric said. "She is a telepath."

"A what?" Amelia asked.

"Are you so dense that you don't know what a telepath is?"

"I know what one is, but I didn't think they existed," Amelia snapped back. "Then again, vampires exist so I shouldn't be surprised."

"I will be back tomorrow evening with her," Eric said. "She owes me a favour and this can be it. Until then, no one is to make a move against the Fellowship. Try to get hold of Stan if you can, but he is not to do anything."

"So we simply have to sit and wait for you to come back?" Isabel checked.

"Unless you have another great plan, then yes," Eric snapped. "We would have been able to stop this madness if it wasn't for Godric's little pet doing this to him."

Amelia's eyes widened as she placed a hand to her chest. "I'm sorry," she spoke. "Are you blaming me for this?"

"Who else is there to blame?" Eric shrugged erratically. "He has been dragged into all of your messes. He has stood by your side constantly. He has always done and look how it has turned out. He has gone to the Fellowship to try and protect you…an insignificant little fangbanging slut."

"Eric!" Isabel lauded him as Amelia moved forwards, daring to slap Eric across the face. While her movements did nothing to hurt the vampire, she knew she had angered him further, but he had not seen her angry either.

"How dare you?" Amelia snapped at him. "Where the fuck were you when he was first thinking about meeting the sun? You did nothing. You didn't even know he was thinking about doing it. Do not stand there and insult me when I was the one who tried to save Godric. Everything I have ever done has been for him…to keep him safe…and yes, I've dragged him into my shit and I regret that. I hate myself for putting him in danger, but he…he has his own mind. Godric is his own person and he chose to stay with me."

"Because he is infatuated with you," Eric said. "Because you wouldn't leave him."

Amelia snorted. "Infatuated?" she repeated the word back to him. "Do you not get it? I love him and he loves me. He has left because he thinks it is the right thing to do, but he doesn't understand that it isn't. He…it is killing to me to know that he has left because of me, because he thinks that he can keep me safe this way. But if you think I am going to stand here and listen to you blame me and insult me then you have another thing coming."

Eric said nothing in response to her. Instead he looked as she stood in front of him, refusing to back down on the matter. She remained strong, her glare intense as she dropped her hands to her hips.

"If anything happens to him," Eric threatened her, bending down until his face was inches from hers, "then nothing will protect you from my wrath."

"Except for me," Isabel said, moving to stand behind Amelia as Eric lifted his gaze onto her. "Godric loves her and that means she has his protection. You are to do nothing to hurt her."

"We'll see," Eric said and turned on his heel, sweeping from the house as Amelia watched him go. She finally let out a shaky breath she had been holding in as soon as she heard the door slam behind Eric. Turning to look up to Isabel, she felt the vampire place a hand onto her shoulder.

"He is angry," Isabel said. "He said things he did not believe."

"Let him," Amelia said. "He isn't my concern. Finding Godric is my concern."

"We will bring him home," Isabel said, trying to remain positive. "He will come home, Amelia."

"I hope so," Amelia said, picking the letter up again and knowing that she had to do something as she read the words again and tried to pick out any hidden clues in his words, longing for him not to go through with whatever he had planned.

….

Sitting across from Steve Newlin, Godric wondered exactly what was going on, but he knew that, for some reason, Steve was intrigued about the decision that he had made. The Fellowship had some questionable characters from what Godric had seen, but the majority of them had been pleasant. They had been normal. Godric didn't understand why they couldn't co-exist.

He had been locked away in the basement, the only place without sunlight. His little cell had a cot and a table with chairs, but that was it. They knew that Godric could break out if he wanted to. The silver gates kept him at bay, but the men who opened the gates to bring his Tru Blood didn't have the power to keep him out. They didn't have the ability or the strength. Godric could overpower and kill everyone in the Church, but he didn't want to. He just wanted it to end.

"Here," Steve said once he had taken a seat across from Godric. He dropped the newspaper onto the table and Godric looked to the headline and photo. It was Daniel sat on a sofa looking contemplative. The headline simply read 'Amelia, I'm sorry.' Godric nodded his head, not bothering to read into the story as Steve spoke to him and told him what it read.

"He's apologised to Amelia for everything," Steve said. "He said that he understands their relationship was strained, but he was simply worried about her when he realised she had run off with you. He's asked for her to be left alone…to live her life in peace…just like you wanted him to do."

"Good," Godric spoke with a nod.

"I still don't understand it," Steve said, drumming his fingers on the table. "What is it about her that makes you willing to end your existence?"

"I was planning to do this a long time ago," Godric confessed to Steve, uncertain of whether or not he should share things with the man before him. "I had planned to end everything many months ago, but I did not know how to do it. I met with Amelia to ask her about her links with the Fellowship."

"But why not just meet the sun if you are so desperate to die?"

"Because…being here…perhaps I can make things right after decades of sin. Perhaps I can show that we can co-exist? That my death does not need to bring about more deaths."

"You should know that is not the case," Steve said. "Everyone here is here for a reason. They are here because they know that vampires and humans cannot co-exist and shouldn't have to."

"Perhaps," Godric said. "But perhaps they might change their minds as time goes on."

"And you are willing to risk yourself based on that theory?"

"I have had two thousand years on this planet," Godric said. "I have seen sights you can only imagine. I have met people you only know from history books. I have had long enough on this planet. I have had enough time…ample amount of time…and if I stay here then I know I will just remain selfish. It is a predominant part of a vampire. We are inherently selfish creatures, but I do not want to be that creature anymore."

"When you say you would be selfish…" Steve trailed off, waiting for him to explain.

"I would want to change her," Godric said. "I could not let her grow old or have a normal life…a human life…instead I would want to change her and make her mine for eternity. That is not fair for her. I cannot get her to give everything up for me, not when she has such a promising future."

"And her?" Steve wondered back. "What do you think she would want?"

Godric shrugged. "I cannot guess," he responded. "Amelia is very much her own person, but I do not doubt her love for me. She would want to be changed, but I only fear she may live to regret it as so many of us do."

Steve chuckled at that, shaking his head as he moved to his feet. "You're the strangest vampire I have ever met," he said with a chuckle. "I'll let you keep the newspaper. Turn to page five…there's a picture of her there."

Godric waited until Steve had left the cell before he turned to the page, looking down to see Amelia peering back up at him from the page. Her eyes were glimmering as she laughed in the photo and looked up to the vampire she was holding hands with. It was the photo of her with Will. She looked happy. She looked how Godric wanted her to. Moving a finger to trace her face, Godric noted the look on Will's face. He looked content. He looked how Godric felt when he was with Amelia.

Closing his eyes and bowing his head, Godric continued to repeat that he was making the right decision in his mind. The only issue was he continuously felt a niggling feeling in his stomach when he thought of his actions.

A/N: Do let me know what you think!