Amelia had called Godric the following night to see what the situation was. He had informed her that he intended to return home the next night, but he would not be alone. He was bringing Eric and Pam with them after they had found themselves in trouble with the AVL. Nan Flanagan had said that he could have his revenge, but they would deny knowing anything about it.
Sitting at the dining table, Amelia had finished eating her pasta bake for dinner and was currently working on an essay she had to write. Jared, bless his soul, found himself sat in the living room watching some baseball game. Amelia had cooked for him too, making him dinner and offering him cups of tea or coffee whenever she put the kettle on.
It was about eight in the evening when the door opened and Amelia looked up as she heard a drawl sound into the house. Looking to the doorway, she saw Godric enter first, a leather jacket on his shoulders and his white shirt tucked into dark jeans. He tossed his keys into the bowl by the door and saw Amelia sat there, hunched over books, but her eyes focused on him. She burst into a smile and Godric swore that his heart would have melted if it served a purpose.
"I have to say this is nowhere near as nice as your last house," Eric Northman's voice entered Amelia's ears as she rolled her eyes and stood up, moving to Godric.
"It's better than that bar we live in," a female spoke and Amelia recognised her voice.
Godric wrapped his arms around Amelia, bending down to kiss her as Jared stood and remained silent, not knowing what to do.
"Have you been safe?" Godric asked from her.
"Safe as I can be," she shrugged to him. "Jared has been keeping an eye on me."
"Thank you," Godric said and looked to Jared. "I know that I called you with short notice. Thank you for looking out for her."
"You're welcome," Jared said. "It has been no bother at all. Everything has been quiet."
"I am glad to hear it," Godric responded. "Feel free to return home."
"Thanks, Jared," Amelia said as he grabbed his coat and shrugged into it, throwing her a gentle smile and nod before slipping from the house. Looking back to Godric, Amelia could still hear Pam and Eric in the hallway as she arched a brow in the vampire's direction. "I take it you couldn't leave them behind?"
Godric chuckled and squeezed his arms around her tighter. "If only," he mumbled, bending down to kiss her once more.
"I see your little pet is still here."
Amelia rolled her eyes as she pulled back from Godric's lips, peering over his shoulder to see Eric stood there, a smarmy look on his face as Pam stood next to him. His progeny was quite the sight, tall and slender with blonde hair hanging past her shoulders. She had a pale face and defining features, especially with her pouted mouth. Her hands were on her hips as she looked to Amelia.
"She looks like she did on the TV," Pam said to Eric.
"She's more snarky in real life than she comes across on TV," Eric said.
"Hello?" Amelia said, holding a hand up. "I am here."
"And that is still a problem," Eric said and Amelia cocked her head to the side.
"I'm sorry," she said to him, her voice full of dry sarcasm. "Am I the one who has come crying to Godric needing help?"
"I didn't come crying," Eric said.
"No," Amelia said. "I just find it highly ironic after all of those lectures you gave me about being the one to drag him into trouble when, I believe, you are the one who is currently doing that. I mean, I guess the tables have turned."
"You're right," Pam said in a drawl, giving a sideways glance to Eric. "She is snarky."
"And enjoying this too much," Eric said.
Amelia held her thumb and forefinger up, inches apart. "Just a little," she confirmed for him.
He rolled his eyes at hearing her as Godric's lips quirked at their conversation. He didn't need to interrupt. He knew that Amelia could hold her own against Eric. In fact, he was certain that Amelia could hold her own against anyone. She might not be physically strong, but she was certainly feisty. Godric adored that about her.
"So what is the plan?" Amelia wondered. "I take it this Vampire King is after you?"
"You would be correct," Eric said. "My original plan was to use someone of importance, but my maker informed me that it would not be ethical or correct."
"Using Sookie Stackhouse is not an option," Godric informed his progeny. "She is innocent in your scheme."
"She also has fae blood," Eric said.
"No," Godric said once more.
"Excuse me," Amelia said. "I assume you mean that her blood is rare because she can read minds too?"
"Yes," Godric said. "My child wanted to drink her blood with Russell and persuade him to daywalk. The effects of the blood would wear off after moments and Russell would burn with Eric chained to him."
"I need revenge."
"You would die."
"Coming from you?" Eric checked with Godric. "I find that very rich, Godric. I know what you did. I know how you were going to end it all to protect your human. Can you lecture me? My cause is noble."
"Your cause is selfish," Godric said. "Revenge will not make you feel any better, Eric. It will not make you feel anything…and what if death does not bring you the conclusion you need? What if it only allows you peace? What if it gives him peace?"
"It won't," Eric said.
"You do not know that," Godric said. "I will not permit you to do this, Eric. You will find another way to stop Russell, but you will not kill yourself in the process. Do I make myself clear?"
"You can't-"
"-Eric," Godric interrupted, his tone warning him.
Eric seemed to stop arguing then. Instead he said nothing, only snarled slightly and turned away, moving to the staircase and going upstairs, Pam following him as Godric called out to him.
"There are guest rooms down the hall," he said. "I suggest you rest for a while."
Amelia heard the door slam before pointing upstairs. "Did he just storm upstairs like a moody teenager?" she questioned and Godric chuckled, but nodded his head at her.
"I believe he did," he informed her and she rolled her eyes.
"Real mature," she mumbled. "Anyway, what are you going to do? Also, do you think he is going to listen to you? I know Eric, he doesn't seem to like taking orders from anyone."
Godric chuckled at that and shrugged his shoulders. "I will think of a plan," he informed her. "For now, let him stew upstairs with Pam. No doubt I will need to speak with him before the sun rises again. However, for now, I want to spend time with you."
"Aw, you romantic," Amelia said in a teasing tone, leaning up to kiss him. "Well, I need to be in at college for eight tomorrow morning so it is an early night for me, but we have some time left. What do you want to do?"
"I can think of some things," Godric whispered, moving to press his lips to her neck. Amelia laughed at that, but shook her head, pulling back and placing a finger to Godric's lips.
"As much as I would love to," she said in a whisper, "the walls in here aren't soundproof and I don't like the idea of your son and granddaughter listening in on us."
"Such a prude," Godric teased her back and kissed her once more, but then pulled back, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa. Sitting down, he draped an arm over her shoulders as she nestled against his side. "You know…being away from you, even for such a short length of time, is becoming very difficult."
"Really?" Amelia wondered from him.
"Really," he responded. "I woke up and I found myself quite miserable to know that I would not see you."
"You really are soppy," Amelia teased him. "Makes you realise that you can't live without me, huh?"
"I know that I can't," he whispered to her and Amelia felt her stomach flip at that as she dared to raise the subject with him. Spinning onto her knees, she knelt in front of him as Godric raised a hand to cup her cheek, a thumb running down the length of her cheekbone.
"Then you know what we need to do," she said to him and he almost groaned out loud at hearing her. He began to shake his head, but Amelia grabbed his hand from her cheek and squeezed it in her grip. "I am serious, Godric. You keep putting it off and saying that we will talk about it later, but I am not going to change my mind."
"Amelia, you say that now, but I do not know how you will think in another year."
"The same as I do now," she shrugged to him. "Don't you get it? I love you. I want to be with you."
"I cannot damn you," Godric said in a soft voice. "I cannot do that to you."
"I am already damned," she responded in a whisper. "I love you. I think that, if there is a hell for loving vampires, then I am going to it. But I don't care because I don't believe that."
"You are infuriating," Godric said in a whisper.
"But that is why you love me," she teased him back, kissing him on the lips. "What do I have to do to make you see sense? You know that I don't want to wait forever. I am not getting old enough to become your grandmother."
"I know," Godric said to her.
"And you just said that you can't imagine not waking up to me so, news flash, Godric, you don't have to worry about that if you just saw sense and turned me," she informed him and Godric rolled his eyes. "I'm serious."
"And that is the issue," Godric mumbled. "Amelia, I love you. Honestly, I love you more than anything, but this is not a decision to be made overnight."
"I know that," she said. "But it is not a decision you can postpone indefinitely."
"Touché, my love," he said in a whisper.
"I just don't get what more you want," Amelia shrugged. "I am telling you that I want to be with you forever…that I love you…that I want this. What? Do you want to put a ring on my finger before you decide to change me?"
"Yes."
Amelia's eyes widened as she heard him answer without skipping beat. Her mouth gaped as she did her best to comprehend what she had just heard from him. Was he being serious? Was this not some kind of joke? She did her best to comprehend what he had said, but she soon got the message. She held her hands up in defence.
"You…you want to marry me?" she checked with him.
"I admit in vampire tradition marriage is not usual," Godric said to her. "Many of us struggle to be in a relationship committed just to one person, but yes, I would like to marry you. Of course I would like the marry you."
Amelia shook her head then, reaching for Godric's arm as she remained knelt in front of him on the sofa. "Godric, you can't say it like that."
He looked perplexed, brows knitting together and arching on his forehead. "Like what?" he wondered from her.
"Like it is just a matter of fact," she responded to him, her voice slightly higher than usual. "Like it is simple."
He continued to look confused. "Is it not?"
"No!" Amelia shrieked. "Marriage is a big deal."
Godric scoffed then. "So is turning you into a vampire, but you do not act as though it is."
Amelia tried to think of a witty response, but nothing came and so she shrugged with a nod. "Good point," she admitted to him. "But I mean…you would want to marry me?"
"I honestly do not understand why this is so hard for you to believe," Godric informed her, voice honest and optimistic. "Do you not want to marry me?"
"I haven't thought of it," she admitted to him, "but I mean, yeah, one day…I guess. This is all so surreal. I never imagined talking like this about marriage. I mean, I had an arranged marriage so I knew that was never going to be romantic, but this is just very matter of fact."
"And you don't want it to be?"
"I'm fine with it," Amelia said. "I just didn't imagine having this conversation tonight, or any night, to be honest with you."
Godric shrugged. "I do not see why you are so freaked out. I want to make a commitment to make you mine…to have you as mine…my wife."
"Sorry," Amelia said, "are you proposing?"
"Should I not be?"
"I don't know," Amelia said to him, moving to grab hold of his hand. "Godric, it's not that I don't want to marry you. I mean, I do, really. I love you. I think that I just need time to process what we have just discussed. Besides, we don't have a ring and usually we have a ring."
"I see," Godric said and Amelia smiled at his naivety at such a human tradition.
"Besides," Amelia whispered, "if we do get engaged then I don't want it to be when your progeny is upstairs sulking and can hear us. I want it to be just us so that we can celebrate afterwards."
Godric chuckled. "I like the sound of that," he admitted to her.
"Good," Amelia said with a soft smile, moving to peck him on the cheek. "And once again you have distracted me from talking about being turned."
Godric chuckled and moved with haste, pinning Amelia to the sofa as he hovered over her. He moved to kiss her quickly, his lips moulding against hers and he deepened the kiss, allowing Amelia to moan loudly underneath him, one of his hands going to hold onto one of her thighs as his other hand hovered down her neck. It took a few moments before he pulled back and Amelia looked dazed, a smile on her face.
"You're very good at distracting," she whispered and Godric smirked.
"I do my best," he said to her.
"But we are discussing this later," she said to him.
"I wouldn't expect you to drop this," Godric said with a small sigh. "But for now, I am happy not discussing it yet."
"I know that," Amelia scoffed before she heard a knock at the door.
Sighing softly, she felt Godric's weight disappear from her as he moved to the hallway. Amelia sat up, tugging her askew dress down her body before she sat up and wondered what was going on. It was another moment before Godric walked into the living room and Eric and Pam appeared instantly behind him.
"Now this is a welcome committee."
Amelia hesitantly moved to her feet as she heard an unfamiliar voice enter her ears. Godric looked to her, nodding once and urging her to keep still as he held a hand up.
"What are you doing here?" Godric demanded, voice low and full of authority.
"I came here to talk," the man responded and Amelia noted Eric's fangs poking out from the corner of his mouth. "And you are no longer Sheriff of this Area. You have no power over me."
"Perhaps not," Godric said, "but you are in my home, Russell. I will not hesitate to defend myself if you intend to cause trouble."
"You mean harm your little fangbanger?" he wondered and Amelia swore she heard Godric growl. "Where is she anyway? I can smell something sweet…" he sniffed then as he moved into the living room doorway. Godric was quicker than him, moving into the living room and standing in front of Amelia. Russell smirked and Amelia felt her stomach clench at the sight of him. "I suspect that I interrupted something judging from her scent."
"You're interrupting now," Pam declared. "Why are you here?"
"I came to strike a bargain," Russell said.
"What makes you think we would strike a deal with you?" Eric snarled, stepping into the living room.
"Stop being childish," Russell said. "Sit down and listen to me. It might prove beneficial."
Amelia felt Godric's muscle tense under her hand and she squeezed his arm, drawing his gaze to her as he turned his head over his shoulder and nodded, silently promising her that nothing would happen. He wouldn't let it. This was his house and his territory. No one would threaten that.
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A/N: Do let me know what you think!