Just to clarify, this situation at the church is not the same one as in the tv show when Sookie goes in to find Godric. This takes place months before that happens.
I'm taken back to my cage and left under the guard of a large hulking man called Gabe. I suppose now that the cage has no door after Godric ripped it off, they needed someone I have no chance of overpowering to watch over me. My hands are still bound together and I wonder absent-mindedly if I could somehow untie the rope, sneak up on Gabe and throttle him with it. Not enough to kill him, just to incapacitate him for a while whilst I make my escape. The rope is way too tight, though. I can barely move either of my hands.
I wonder where they've taken Godric. Will they have killed him already? The thought turns my insides to ice. No, after all the trouble that they've gone to, to get him here, they'll want his death to be something of a ceremony, a spectacle. Which is fortunate really because it gives us time to escape, though right now all it's doing is giving us more time to sit around, unable to move.
Gabe is an asshole, to no ones surprise. He spends the next two hours taunting me. The word 'fangbanger' comes up a lot. He asks me vulgar questions about what Godric and I actually do, the tamest of them being, "does it turn you on, when he bites you?"
I stay silent for the most part, refusing to answer his disgusting questions. If I didn't know better, there's no way I'd think that this man was a Christian. I suspect that his hatred of vampires was the main motivation for him to join the Fellowship of the Sun rather than his devout Christian values.
Luck finally seems to have come over to my side, because when I refuse to so much as look at him, Gabe's questions slowly dwindle to a halt and are replaced by slow and rhythmic breathing. I can hardly believe it, he's fallen asleep! Slowly, so as to not make even the slightest noise, I rise from my spot on the floor. If I can just make it out of this room without waking him then I can find Godric and get us out of here. I tiptoe out of the cage and past Gabe. He stirs a little when I walk past and I freeze, but mercifully he doesn't wake. I continue over to the door, not daring to stop for even a second to look back and check that he's still asleep. I manage to turn to door knob without making too much noise and then I'm free. Sort of. Free of that room, at least.
I hurry up the stairs, into the church. It's empty, thank god. I run across it, trying my best to keep my footsteps light. I only know that the direction they dragged Godric in is the opposite direction to the one they took me. Other than that, I have no idea where he could be.
I can hear voices somewhere to my right. Fuck. I crouch down between pews and hope that the darkness is cover enough. I daren't look up but from what I can tell, it's Steve and Chloe. They're talking about me. Discussing whether they should keep me around whilst they kill Godric or whether they should let me go. Steve wants to keep me here and bring me out to watch as they kill Godric in the hopes that when I see him meet the sun, I'll realise my true calling, leave my sins behind me and join them. Yeah, that's not happening. Over my dead body. Chloe, on the other hand, is all for letting me go. It's odd hearing Chloe fight my corner. I mean, what are her motives? She's the one who brought me here.
It takes me all of two seconds to realise where they're headed. Shit. They're going down into the basement. I have approximately sixty seconds before they realise I'm missing. I wait until they're out of sight before standing and running as fast as I can through the door that I'm almost certainly sure that they took Godric. It takes me into a dimly lit narrow corridor. I hesitate, unsure whether I should proceed when I hear muffled shouting. Apparently my sixty seconds is up. I sprint down the corridor, stopping only when I pass a door. It's the same beige colour as the walls so I almost miss it. I skid to a halt and push it open. Inside is an empty non-descript room, but there's a door on the other side. Something tells me that this is a room seldom used because there's a thick layer of dust on the floor, interrupted by two pairs of footprints and drag marks, which tells me I'm on the right track. Encouraged, I make my over to the other door and grasp the handle. I'm about to push it open when someone on the other side of the door pulls and it swings open, taking me with it. With my hands tied, I can't stop myself from tripping over my own two feet and I would have fallen if it weren't for the pair of strong hands that grasp my shoulders and pull me upright.
"Going somewhere?"
Relief surges through me. "Godric!" He's covered in blood and can barely keep himself upright, but he's conscious at least. "How did you escape?" I survey the blood that has stained the majority of his shirt. "Did you…?"
"Kill them? No. This is my blood."
I bite my lip. The angry welts on his neck and his wrists have barely healed. He's weak, and very much so. I need him strong if we're both going to get out of here alive. I don't really think about it, there's nothing to think about, it's the only thing to do.
"Here," I push the rope on one of my wrists back. It's chafed enough to break the skin, not that he wouldn't be able to do it himself with those fangs of his, but it just makes it that little bit easier.
"No." He shakes his head. "I won't."
"Take it!"
"No!"
"We don't have time for this! If you don't drink then we're both going to end up dead."
This seems to bring him round, because after a moment of reluctance, he takes my wrist, snaps the rope, freeing my hands, before sinking his fangs into my skin. It hurts at first, which is to be expected really. I can't explain the sensation, because it's like nothing I've ever felt before. It's odd, but not unpleasant. He doesn't take much. Whether because he's being cautious because it's me or because he doesn't need much, I don't know. It seems to do the trick, anyway, because his neck and his wrists heal almost instantly.
"Do not let go of my hand." He says as he takes mine and we start to make our way back the way we came. We're almost at the end of the narrow corridor when the door that leads back into the church swings open. I take a step back but Godric pulls me forward. "It's ok." He murmurs as a tall, blonde haired man steps through.
"Godric." He murmurs in terms of reverence. His icy blue eyes survey me for a second before he turns his attention back to Godric, his head bowed.
"Eric." Godric replies. "What can you tell me?"
"They have the place surrounded with idiots wielding stakes and silver chains. We could very easily get through them." He raises an eyebrow.
"No. We will spill no blood. Who have you brought with you?"
"Isabel and a few others. Should be enough."
"Come." Godric pulls me through the door and Eric brings up the rear. There's a group of people stood in the middle of the room. I assume that these are the others that Eric spoke of because none of them react much to our appearance.
"We need a plan." Eric says the moment we reach them.
"That, you do." Comes a voice from behind us. I groan. We all turn to find Steve and a small group of his cronies stood blocking all of the exits. I turn to look behind me to find that the exits behind us are blocked, too. They have us trapped. This doesn't look to be much of a problem for the vampires though, if what happens next is anything to go by.
Despite Godric's earlier warning that he wanted no blood spilt, the vampires go to work immediately. In less than a second, the room is filled with fighting. There's cries of pain, screams of terror, grunts of frustration and furious yelling from humans and vampires alike. I'm stood, rooted to the spot, not sure whether I should get involved or just try and stay away from the bloodshed. I'm only human, after all. To try and get involved will only mean more work for the person who has to come to my rescue when I bite off more than I can chew.
Godric's disappeared. One moment he was stood next to me, clutching my hand, the next he was gone. I assume that he's fighting. Everything seems to be blurring together as the vampires move, too fast for me to see properly and way too fast for the humans to get a good hit on them. It can't last anymore than a few minutes, but it seems a lot longer from where I'm standing.
"STOP!" someone roars from very close behind me. Too close. I'm about to turn around when the tip of something sharp presses against my back and a hand comes around and wraps itself around my neck. "Stop or she dies!"
The room seems to come to a standstill the moment I catch sight of the reverend with his hand around Thalia's neck and a stake pressed to her back. It doesn't, of course. The vampires take no notice of him, it's only me who can see what he's doing. I stop what I'm doing and walk forward slowly, so as to not startle him into making any rash movements.
She doesn't looked particularly scared, only bewildered. I open my mouth to order the other vampires to stop, but I can't seem to find my voice. He catches sight of me, frozen to the spot mere feet away, and grins. I realise in that moment that he never intended to let her live. His plan was to kill us both. To make us an example. Me, for being a vampire and her, because she fell for one. I know this because the moment he catches my eye and grins is the same moment that Thalia cries out in pain as the stake that Steven Newlin is holding protrudes from her chest.
