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SharaMoon

The silence in the room was mounting as we all gazed over at the door. I couldn't see who was standing there; the face was shrouded in darkness. I looked up at Eric, who froze in his place. His arms were tightly wound around my waist one second and then the next they were gone.

I watched as Eric, stood from his knees slowly and began shuffling past our friends. Shock was clearly evident on his face as I watched him walk very slowly, so slow that I couldn't believe he was actually moving. His emotions were skyrocketing, messing with my own mind. Disbelief, fear, respect, and love was what kept my head spinning. Love? I thought out. Whoa -whoa wait just a minute! What?

I stood to my feet, noticing they were shaking slightly and I carefully followed after him, peering at the person standing in the doorway. Still, I couldn't see the person's face; it was too dark outside for that; friend or foe? I thought I could answer my own question on that one.

I didn't feel scared, it was different. The person standing before us had a soothing atmosphere, and I felt love coming from it. Still, I didn't go any further. I stayed behind my husband who continued his journey to the person at the door. I was being very cautious because I have been deceived before by feelings.

Eric did something that I was not expecting, throwing more question's into my head, making me want to go and see who this was but I stayed put. Eric fell to his knees, his eyes on the person's face.

"G-Godric?" Eric whispered; his voice so low that I barely heard him.

My breathing hitched in my throat and my hands went up to my lips. Shocked was not the word I should use here, to be honest, I don't think there is a word for how I was feeling. Before I knew what I was doing, I ran over to the door, looking up into the eyes of the vampire that I watched die on the rooftop of a hotel in Dallas.

His face was just as beautiful as I remembered it. Godric was smiling, his eyes resting on mine for a moment before they went back to Eric who stood up, grabbing my hand and pushing me behind him, a small growl forming through his lips. The growl grew larger, echoing through the house as a fierce roar. I trembled slightly.

"How is this possible? Godric has died, you cannot be him!" Eric growled at the man I knew to be Godric. I understood fully why Eric was acting this way. I could hardly believe that Godric was here either, I watched him die in the sun.

"Eric, my child." Godric held up his hands in front of him as if to say he came in peace. "You can feel me, you know it is I. I have been given the chance to come back and I took it. There is still so much to be done, I was careless." His voice was soft, a spoken plea for his child to understand.

"That does not answer the crucial question! How?" Eric yelled; his voice thick with unshed emotion, though I knew exactly how he felt. It was a lot of pain, yet there was happiness mixed in. He was confused and I could grasp that, because I was also just as puzzled.

"I brought him back." Niall stated from behind us. "Or I should say that I helped bring him back.

Everyone in the room all turned their attention to my great-grandfather who stood there with a smile on his face. My face was probably a mask of shock as I looked at Niall. My great-grandfather was stronger than he ever let on. He was basically saying that he had the power to bring back Godric, a vampire, from his True Death.

"Impossible." Pam whispered as she too edged closer to Godric. It was as if everyone was forming around him, gravity moved.

"It was very hard, but not impossible. It had left me drained and it took quite some time to get his soul to come back." Niall let out a heavy sigh.

"You cannot bring a vampire back to life after they have met their True Death!" Eric growled. He wanted to know the truth, all of it. I got that loud and clear from his mind. "It is impossible!"

"If it was impossible, how is he standing before you now, Eric?" Niall stated. Eric growled loud, his eyes swiveling back and forth between the two. "Oh come now, Eric, you know it is him. You can feel it, look into your bond and there are no lies. He is real and he is alive and well." He looked at Eric. "You saw him; an apparition of him after you thought he was dead did you not?"

Eric looked down at me before nodding his head. We waited for what seemed like ages and Niall never spoke again.

"Niall, you said we can't bring people back from the dead our powers." I shook my head, which thumped hard from all of the confusion.

"Ah, yes I did say that and I meant what I said, for you and the other fairies." He paused. "I am different, Sookie. I will have more power than any of the other fae, because I am a prince. Besides, Godric was never truly dead. He had lost his body, yes, though his soul remained intact. Do you know why?"

I shook my head, before turning my head to look at Godric. He simply smiled at me and I found myself returning it.

"What color flame did his body burst into?" Niall asked.

"Blue?" I said in return. I had no idea where this was going.

"Yes indeed. The reason why is because his soul was pure, it remained intact like I had said before, but this isn't the only reason. His body did not disappear as any other vampire would either. His skin caught flame, but it did not burn his skin before he died. It was as if he just disappeared, vanished, with a gust of blue light, am I correct?" Niall said, but continued before I could answer his question. "I had found out recently that Godric was also fae before he was turned. Therefore giving me more power to bring him back."

I gasped loudly, looking at my great-grandfather. "No way! Godric was a fairy?"

"Yes he was." Niall said happily, smiling just a bit. "Therefore I was able to find his soul that lingered in a rather happy purgatory, regenerate his body and here he stands. A new vampire. It was a rather hard process and it took a lot out of me to do such a thing, took quite some time to go through the process, but it is finally finished. Therefore because I am rather tired, I will not go into much more details."

"He had help from me!" Amelia said happily. "Witchy magic and all that poof-poof stuff, you get it. I helped and so...happy wedding present!" She clapped excitedly.

I smiled just a bit, but my eyes fell to Eric who was standing rather still.

"Did…did you know you were Fae?" Eric asked attentively.

"No, I did not." Godric answered as he moved into the house now, shutting the door behind him. Something told me in my mind that we were going to hear his life story, which interested me. "I never met my parents; I was abandoned for one reason or another. I grew up with not much money, nothing to call my home. I lived alone, desperate for any company that I could find, though I never had it. I had hatred in my heart, because I was seamlessly disregarded. I took into my mind that my parents must have left me alone for a reason, it festered there for many years and in time I drew cold from the world; jealousy for the people that had better lives than I. I was controlled by bitterness to the ones that had given birth to me. I held it in me for so long." He sighed. "It was not much longer, when I was about twenty that I found some form of company, one that I did not want after I found out what he planned on doing to me. I came upon him, my maker, though I did not know it at the time. He promised me that I could rule with him, that he would be by my side so I wouldn't have to be alone anymore. He said that he could give me strength, make me powerful against the cruelness of the world. At the time, I did not care too much for the power, though it excited me greatly. No- I wanted a friend, a companion, I was starving for that kind of attention." Godric stopped as if he was remembering back. It was so heartbreaking how he was left by himself. He was seeking for a friend, not a maker that would change his life. I felt tears prick my eyes. "He told me that my blood drew him in, that it was…intoxicating. I had no idea what that meant, but I soon found out. He killed me that night, taking my blood out of my body and giving me his in return. I remember the look in his eyes as he drank my blood from my body, his eyes were wild and he moaned out, telling me how he hasn't tasted one of 'my kind' in centuries." I shook my head, feeling so sad beyond comprehension; I almost didn't hear what Godric was talking about. "I turned into something only heard in myths and with the power I had, I became crazed. I wanted blood and soon I wanted death to the people that treated me horribly. I couldn't find my parents of course, so I killed many, trying to take away the pain that they had forced into my heart, by leaving me, throwing me aside. I truly turned into something that I couldn't understand for so many years." Godric sighed. "I struggled with myself, thinking I was superior from the rest and I killed relentlessly. I never knew that I was fae. If I had no idea that vampires were actually real, being a fairy certainly never crossed my mind." He laughed sadly.

"What…" I had to clear my throat because my voice trembled. "What was his name?" I asked.

"His name is Appius Livius Ocella" Godric said. So his maker was still alive? "He did not let me call him that for many, many years though." Godric said with a slight but very bitter smile.

"Why?" I asked in return.

"He told me that I didn't know him well enough. He showed me how I could get to know him though." Godric said spitefully at the end.

I was still so very confused. "How?"

Godric raised a questionable eyebrow before he continued. "Appius favors men."

"Oh, gross!" I stated out loud. No-I don't have a problem with that kind of stuff, but it seems as if Godric was forced to do this and that is what I thought was disgusting. "He made you do that against your will?"

"Yes, he in fact did but we are getting off topic." He smiled at me. "I did not have any idea that I was fae. I had suspicions when I first met my very first fairy. All I could think was how intoxicating their blood smelled. It reminded me of the night I was killed and turned. I should have looked into it more, though I didn't really care at the time. It didn't seem important to me. I had my own child to take care of." He looked up proudly at Eric.

I had to turn around and grab Eric's hand in mine. I was proud of Eric too, in many ways and I loved him so very much. I was happy that Godric was back in his life, our lives.

"Sookie?" Godric's voice pulled me away from my daydreaming. "You are in fact caring for Eric, I see?"

I laughed softly, covering my hand over my mouth. It brought back a wave of memories, not truly happy, but now I could call them happy.

"You'll care for him? Eric?"

"I'm not sure. You know how he is."

"I can take the blame for that too."

"Maybe not. Eric's pretty much himself."

A small smile pulled at my lips as I thought back to the days that I really did not care for Eric. That I was misguided by darkness. It was like Bill pulled a veil over my eyes, blinding me from the rest of the world. What I was missing. Before, I was angry that Eric forced his blood into my system, but now I could only be grateful for it. He protected me even then, probably not knowing he was doing it. Eric took care of me in many ways, even when I thought I hated him. He truly didn't lie to me, and when he did, he always came back.

Godric's words were bittersweet to my ears now. At the time he spoke them, I tried to ignore the pull I had for Eric. I didn't want to have anything to do with him, because I was blinded by false lies, but now I knew who I could trust. I felt guilty for a moment, because I knew in my heart that I denied Godric his last wish, for me to take care of Eric before he died and that stung my insides with shame; but now I didn't have to worry. Godric was here and I was with Eric. He was my lover, my safe harbor, my husband, my soul mate.

"Yes. I am in fact caring of Eric." I nodded. "It took a little longer than you asked of me, but I finally was able to see the light of everything. Eric was where I always was meant to be and I see that now. I am sorry it took so long to accept it." I said quietly, apologizing to both Eric and Godric.

I felt Eric's arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him, my back hitting his chest. He leaned over gently and put his lips to the nape of my neck. His lips cool against my skin as he trailed a few open mouth kisses in its wake.

"No need to apologize. It didn't matter to me how long you took to get here. The important thing is that you are mine and I do not intend to share you." His voice was soft as he whispered into my ear. I smiled as I looked at Godric.

Eric's head snapped up too and I felt his pride of me slip into the bond we share. It was so much, so deep, that it made my heart soar. "We are wed, Godric. Do we have your blessing?" Eric's words were soft, yet demanding at the same time. I could tell that there was a double-sided meaning to them. He wanted to hear his maker's acceptance; he needed it more now than he did before. Godric was very important to Eric, it was his father, of course he would want his father to approve of such a relationship, but as I felt into the bond, no matter what Godric would think of us together, it wouldn't change how Eric felt about me. He would still love me, protect me, and cherish me as his own. I knew this, but I wanted Godric's acceptance just as much as Eric did.

Godric stood, looking at us together, how we were joined. I felt like I was being inspected to see if there was anything wrong with me and I felt myself blush slightly. An image of being under a microscope came to mind, but I pushed it away. I didn't need to think of that. Then a small smile played at Godric's lips.

"The first day I met Sookie, I knew there was something about her that would match you perfectly. I knew that one day you would be together as one. My son," He paused and looked my way, his hand came down gently on my cheek. "My daughter, you have my blessing."