Ok heres the chapter, I don't know whether I mentioned how old Pam is but she is older than Bill yet younger than Isobel so she will be roughly in between them ages at around 300? Sorry if I have mentioned it before, but honestly, I don't have time to see whether I have or not, if any of you remember then please tell me! =] Enjoy

Who Knew- Pink

Claudine POV

After having a girl talk with Sookie, I decided tonight was the night. I'm going to tell Godric how I feel. Tonight was going to be perfect. Sookie was scheduled a trip to fae to meet with her Gran and Fintan so Godric and I had the apartment to our-selves. As soon as Sookie left, I hurried out into the busy streets to meet my supplier. My clothes had to come from somewhere, and where else than my favourite personal shopper?

"Claudine!" My personal shopper practically dragged me into the coffee shop she was seated at. Christine has been my personal shopper and a close friend for over twenty years; gossiping and sharing experiences with one another. Unfortunately she's human, meaning that her life is easily taken away but yet that's what makes her; her. She is truly a good friend. She knows what I am and gladly accepts any magic I set upon her, such as slow ageing charms and protective spells reflecting simple attacks such as gun-shot wounds where the bullet would be directed to hit her but not mortally wound. Chris in her appearance is of natural beauty, she doesn't need make-up and isn't just beautiful on the outside, but in the inside as well. You can see it with how she puts her all into her work with such passion, it is truly breathe taking and inspirational.

"Do you want to see your dress for tonight?" I had explained my situation with Godric and she practically jumped up and down with glee, bless her soul.

"Yes!" Once in the bathroom of the café, she opened the dress bag revealing a Robert Rodriguez dress. "What do you think?" The dress was nearly floor length, black and white with a deep V-neckline and a handkerchief hem. Made of pure silk, the Python dress is true fairy style. Perfect.

"I love you." I spoke as I caressed the silk.

"Are you talking to me or the dress? Actually either way I'm not offended. Listen honey, it's been great talking to you but I've got to go, pop in when you can to tell me how it went!"

When I got back to the apartment, I hurried to get my-self and the main room ready as nightfall was soon approaching. Now all I need is my vampire.

Sookie POV

The portal to the fae realm was nothing that I expected. It made my skin all tingly and I instinctively shut my eyes as I walked through the swirling spiral. A few seconds later however, the smell of flowers and grass filled my nostrils and I opened my eyes one by one. Before me was a beautiful garden that belonged in a palace. Luckily, that's exactly where I was.

Eric POV

Tonight I woke well before my usual time. Godric. The maker child bond was silent. Present yet silent. Godric.

My immediate reaction was to hunt to find him. Then I remembered what he told me during our rest.

Godric and I share an unusual gift as maker and child. During day time rest, we are able to communicate to one another through thought. Normally we only exchanged a few words regarding politics every once in a while or any security issues that needed attention however during the political war growing more and more predominant, we were on high alert and communicating every day.

Flashback

"Eric no matter what happens, stay in area 5. You cannot leave under any circumstances. As your maker I command you."

End of flash back

They were my last words with my maker before the bond went silent.

Six hours later…

Pam POV

As soon as word got round that Godric was missing; Isobel, Godric's second in command, made an appearance at the bar to inform Eric of the search currently taking place. I remember Eric telling me how she was turned by her French vampire lover only to be abandoned. That's when Godric found her and he has looked after her ever since; her age is roughly around 460 making her older than my-self. Technically Isobel is Eric's adopted sister making her 'Aunt Isobel' which would be totally wrong since we fucked like rabbits the last time we saw each other.

Since Eric rose for the night he has been an asshole. Yes his maker is missing but did he really need put me on door duty for a fortnight because I changed his computer wallpaper to Justin Bieber shirtless? He had already punished me for maxing out his credit card by sorting out his never ending emails!

One another note; it appeared that Godric was taken during his daytime rest as there was no sign of a struggle in his sleeping quarters as Isobel described. Who the fuck calls where they sleep their 'sleeping quarters' ?! It's the bloody 21st century! (Thank goodness for that. Hygiene is so much better now.) So overall, everyone is stumped as to how he magically disappeared.

Fuck. That's it. How freaking stupid are we?

Dialling Eric's number I waited for him to pick up.

No answer. Voicemail – "This is Eric Northman; if you are calling in regards to area business then call HQ and leave a message. If you are calling for personal issues then leave a message on this number."

Fuck!

"Eric seriously what the fuck. Call me back when you get this. Oh and I'm using your office for the photo-shoot." Hanging up I returned to his office and set up the camera equipment. It was decided (by me of course) that the fangtasia calendar this year would also include the waitresses and workers here since they got nearly the same amount of attention the vampires did. Since I really don't want to spend longer than I have to in this brothel I decided why not do the photo shoot whilst their working? Since fang bangers are often brought into the office, it is suitable to take the pictures there.

After I called Frankie in, I began the long job of taking pictures…. Fuck my life.

Eric POV

The authority really is fucked up. First I am denied the right to search for my maker; and then I am forced to meet a stupid timewasting lecture on the importance of peace within the United States. Really what the fuck? How old do they think we are? I'm bloody over 1,000 years old, fought in more battles and killed thousands alone than most of the vampires combined who are present. We are fucking vampires for Christ sakes. We are the definition of war, blood and savageness.

I NEED TO FUCKING FIND MY MAKER.

I saw Pam's number flash up on my phone but was only able to return her call once I left the lecture.

"Pam? What news do you have?"

"Magic. Fae magic"

"Fuck."

Claudine POV

Sat silently, I continued to stare at the fire that I had been staring at for the past five hours as a single tear drop rolled off my face. He promised me he would be here; no matter what. Finally, I snapped.

Standing up I grabbed the cordless phone and dialled his cell phone.

"Please leave a message after the tone" [I don't know what the standard voicemail is in America but that's what it is in England on 02]

"Where are you-" Just as I was about to end the call, the voicemail clicked off and was replaced by a female voice with a strong thick French accent.

"Hello? Godric's phone."

"Isobel? Where's Godric?"

"Missing. Come to the office, we can discuss it there." As she hung up, I immediately teleported to the office which was also known as Godric's head-quarters.

Isobel was sat behind his desk with a worried look on her face which was not a hopeful sign.

"Claudine you look even more beautiful" Damm! I had forgotten to change and was still in my dress. Smiling weakly I clicked my fingers and I was dressed in green cargo pants and a tank top and I secured my hair in a tight pony tail with my hair scraped back straight.
"I think my dress sense is more appropriate now. So do you have a suspect?" I asked as I sat down opposite the French vampire.

"Pamela believes it was magic. Fae magic, do you know of any fae enemies Godric had?"

"Too many suspects to tell. I need to check his sleeping room. Are the wards still down?" I asked as I stood up.

"Yes. Claudine how did they know the wards were down? Godric hasn't kept me informed on your relationship but I know he only had them lowered so you could visit his home. I have not told anyone of this information, the only people that know are your-self, Godric, my-self and the witch who lowered them but she has been glamoured personally by Godric to never reveal her work to anybody as asked by her-self."

"This is what worries me Isobel. I will contact you if I know anything." Teleporting out of the office, a million thoughts ran through my head on different scenarios. Oh I was sooo in full fae mode now.

Teleporting into his sleeping room I began the difficult task of revealing any masked magic. Revealing masked magic is incredibly hard and exhausting and if not done correctly can disable any magic that the fairy who is performing the ritual possess resulting in their spark slowly fading unless they are with close family. Not wasting any time, I meditated and began the ritual.

Two and a half hours later

It was done. Panting, I opened my eyes and a wave of colours wafted over Godric's unmade bed. Inhaling, I recognised strong fae magic. This is bigger than I thought….

'Great Grandfather I need you'

Fintan POV

Spending the day with my love, she finally got to relax and enjoy the realm. We were walking by the Lake of Forma [A/N means beauty in Latin] talking about everything and anything. Hearing about her life in the human world brought an overwhelming amount of sadness and grief to my soul; I had missed and lost so much. I had lost children I never got to meet or hold, and forever that will be my punishment for leaving Adele.

Sookie had joined us from Earth and she and Adele caught up and spoke dear words to each other. We made plans to get to know one another once she had rested. It appeared travelling from realm to realm had exhausted my beautiful grand-daughter. As we were walking, my nephew Claude popped in front of us.

"Uncle your presence along with Adele and Dermot is requested by Niall immediately."

Nodding, I popped with Adele to the throne room.

"I really wish you would ask me next time you do that. You are so high handed." Adele whispered to me whilst shaking her head.

Smiling, I turned to Niall. "Father? What has happened?"

My father turned to face me along with my brother Dermot and Claude. "Godric has been taken by Breandan."

"How do you know this?"

"Me." Claudine stepped out of the shadows and joined her brother and Dermot, clasping Claude's hand. Her face was tear streaked and was visibly worn out. "I performed the revealing spell that showed Breadans magic. He has teleported Godric away."

"Claudine his magic is very powerful and yet you still performed the ritual? You could have very easily died! You are dismissed. Return to the human realm and stay put. Do not attempt a rescue mission. As the Prince of Fae I command you. Now go." Niall's words were harsh and not comforting; the dictator side of him ruled his thoughts now. As Claudine popped away, a new voice filled the room.

"Great Grand-father what the hell?!"

Pam POV

This fucked up situation calls for serious action. Eric been ordered to do nothing about Godric was a direct order to him by the authority. Fucking authority.

Eric was sat on his throne surrounded by fang bangers playing the bored sexy Viking act whilst Thalia was helping behind the bar with Chow. Motioning with his fingers, he ordered for my presence in which I moved with vampire speed to his throne and bent my head down to hear his whisper.

"The authority orders me not to do anything about Godric." Eric I bloody love you.

"I see master." I used official names since a passing vampire could possibly hear our conversation. Bowing my head, I returned to my normal posture and observed the crowd. Just as I was about to leave, Eric caught my attention and pointed his finger to a very busty brunet wearing an incredibly short dress that only just covered her ass and breasts.

"Her." He purred and immediately left towards his office, checking the woman out as he did so. Their eyes caught one another and he licked his lips whilst observing her slutty body which only encouraged her explicit dancing.

Once Eric left to his office, I followed through with his command and approached the woman. "Master wants a private dance." I spoke, loud enough for human ears surrounding to hear. Then I leant down and whispered in her ear, loud enough for every vampire in the room hear but not loud enough for the humans. "And to pound your slutty pussy into the next millennium." Her eyes lit up and she obediently followed me into Eric's office. Being confident, she immediately strode over to my maker and climbed on top of his lap and straddled his waist as he sat in his office chair. His eyes fixed onto her heaving chest as he motioned for the door to be closed just as Thalia walked in dragging a human man in with her.

"Master I am sorry to disrupt your pleasure however you told me to alert you on any illegal activity."

"Go on Thalia." Eric replied, not really paying attention as he snaked his hand up the nameless' woman's dress.
"This blood bag was attempting to put illegal drugs into another patrons drink."

"Put him in the basement, I will deal with him later." By this point, Eric's fangs were removing the woman's dress straps at an antagonizing rate.

"As you wish master." Thalia bowed her head as did I and we both left the office smirking to one another. She thought we were smirking because of Eric getting some; however I was smirking for an entirely different reason.

Thalia POV

As requested by the authority, I contacted them as soon as it was confirmed that Eric Northman was infact back to his usual standards of fucking countless fangbangers. I'm positive that the supe media will also catch onto this. Fang magazine will definitely crown him as 'Sex God of the year'.

I left this on a cliff hanger for a few characters such as Claudine, Godric and Sookie.

Christine the personal shopper is infact a reader of this story so I would like to thank-you for helping me out with telling me about your-self; you will be making another appearance. Also Becki, I will be including you soon, your part of the battle plan since your history has given me so much material!

Easter is coming up and I will be away but you won't notice since it takes me forever to update (really sorry bout that; work is really hectic )

PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! Just trust me, kay ? =]