Amelia didn't like the idea of Russell Edgington being in her and Godric's home. Godric particularly hated it more. Long gone was Amelia's idea of having an early night. Instead she found herself simply stood by Godric's side as Russell sat on their sofa, seeming to have no single care in the world. Amelia ground her teeth together and hated the idea of this man making himself at home. Eric and Pam were stood to the other side of Amelia and Godric, both of them with their arms folded.

"What do you want?" Godric was the one to ask from him.

He moved his arms from the back of the sofa and leant forwards, hands clasped together. "Revenge," he simply declared. "I want revenge on your child for what he did to Talbot."

"I regret to inform you that you will not have revenge on him," Godric said, "not while I am still here."

Russell chuckled at hearing that and Amelia wondered what he could possible find so entertaining. Did he not know who Godric was? Or was he simply not afraid? Amelia bit down on her tongue, preferring to stay out of this business. She didn't want to find herself getting involved, especially when there were three vampires there to defend Eric, including himself.

"I thought you might say that," Russell said, holding a finger up, "but I have heard a rumour that might settle this debt before I call it in."

"And what rumour is this?" Pam drawled out, hands dropping to her hips.

"That Eric Northman knows someone with fae blood," Russell said and Godric ground his teeth together then, turning his gaze towards his progeny. He wondered how Russell knew that. Had Eric leaked that information? Judging by the look on his child's face, he suspected that had been the case. Godric would have words with Eric when Russell left.

"What does that matter?"

"It matters because if I drink her blood then I can daywalk," Russell said. "So what I want, if Eric Northman here wants to keep his life, is to be taken to the girl. I want to drink her blood. If I can daywalk then I will consider the debt settled."

"No," Godric was the one to speak and Russell looked to the vampire, brow arched on his forehead as Godric remained calm and collected, knowing that he had to be the mature one in this situation. He had to be the one with the power.

"No?" Russell echoed back.

"No," Godric responded again. "We will not tell you who she is."

Russell clucked his tongue then. "I don't think you're entirely understanding how this works."

"I understand perfectly," Godric said and Eric's face turned to one of thunder, but he remained silent, knowing that he should not interrupt his maker. It would not be in his best interests to do that. He was aware of that much. "But we will not give you her name, nor will you murder my progeny."

"You are aware that I am older than you?" Russell checked with Godric. "While your nickname is impressive, I do not doubt that I could go through all of you in here for my revenge…including your little whore."

Godric moved then, reacting with anger as he grabbed hold of Russell, picking him up from the sofa and flinging him against the wall. Russell didn't fight back, instead he remained entertained, a smug look on his face as Godric's fang protruded from his mouth, his breathing heavy.

"So it is true," Russell whispered. "Do you know how many people could use her against you?"

"You will not touch her or my progeny," Godric snarled. "You will get out of my house and you will not come here ever again. Do you understand me?"

"Be careful, Godric of Gaul," Russell taunted him. "She'll be a meal ticket to many vampires if you make enemies."

"Amelia," Godric called out to her. "Please rescind this creature's invitation."

"Russell Edgington, I rescind the invitation to this house."

Godric let go of him and Russell soon found himself forced out of the house as Eric looked on with wonder, the door closing behind Russell. Godric's fangs retracted then and he looked to Amelia, moving over to her and holding onto her cheeks, his forehead pressing to hers as Eric heard him whisper sweet nothings to his human.

"How did he get in here if she could rescind the invitation?"

"I own half of the house and Amelia owns the other half," Godric said. "It was a necessary precaution in case events like this happened, which I had hoped they wouldn't. Nonetheless, it seems clear that we need to talk Eric."

"About what?" Eric wondered.

"How Russell Edington knew that you knew a fae," Godric snapped and moved to stand across from him. "Who did you tell, Eric?"

Eric shrugged and looked nonchalant. "I might have let it slip to a member of Russell's staff," Eric said and Godric snarled again then, anger rising inside of him at his son's stupidity. Pam rolled her eyes and went to perch on the armchair, arms leaning forwards and hands clasped together.

"Well this is just great," Pam said.

"If you would both just let me leave then I could fix this mess. I could kill him."

"And yourself in the process," Godric hissed.

"You really have become a sanctimonious hypocrite, Godric," Eric snapped back and Godric felt rage fill inside of him. Moving to his progeny, he pushed him against the wall, his arms pinning his neck there as Eric's upper lip curled and his fangs threatened to break free.

"You forget who you talk to," Godric said to his child. "Do not make me command you, Eric."

"Then why don't you?"

"Because I thought that you were cleverer than this," Godric snapped and Eric chuckled then, pulling his maker's arm from his neck and he looked to him.

"You want to talk about intelligence?" Eric demanded from Godric. "Okay, let's talk about intelligence, Godric. You continue to live with your human and won't even entertain the idea of changing her. What part of you thinks that is clever? She isn't going to survive in your world, Godric. Someone will kill her eventually."

"She is fine as she is," Godric hissed. "She would not even be in this mess if it wasn't for you."

"Then why don't you let me go and sort this out myself if you blame me?"

"Because I cannot see you get yourself killed!" Godric snapped and Amelia swore she had only heard him this angry before. "You are my child. I do everything in my power to protect you. Do you not see that? Do you not understand? So I could command you to stay in this house and away from Russell Edington and Sookie Stackhouse then so be it."

Godric stood back and held his hands up as Eric scratched his throat.

"But I don't want to command you," Godric said. "I want you to make the right decision. I want you to come to the understanding that we can defeat Russell together…that we can do this together without anyone's death."

Eric said nothing then as Pam looked to him, almost as though she was longing for him to see sense, for him to agree with Godric. Saying nothing further, Godric moved back to Amelia and held his hand out to her. She wondered what he was doing, but one look in his eyes and she knew this was a test. It was a test of Eric's belief in his maker.

"We're going to bed," Godric said. "Make your decision, Eric."

Moving up the steps and into their bedroom, Godric let Amelia close the door as he heard Pam begin to snap at her maker. His lips twitched for a moment at hearing them argue, knowing that Pam would give as good as she could. Looking around the bedroom, Godric saw that Amelia had tided her things away, the dresser now tidy and the wardrobe closed without bursting open.

Sitting on the end of the bed, Godric felt the bed dip next to him as Amelia sat down, wrapping her arm around his and kissing him on the cheek. She rested her head on his shoulder as Godric looked down to her, a soft smile on his face.

"You're upset," she whispered and Godric chuckled.

"I'm apprehensive," he decided on saying.

"He'll see sense," Amelia said. "He is a stubborn buffoon, but he still respects you. What he said down there was the heat of the moment stuff."

"I know," Godric said. "Eric always has been the speak before he thinks type."

"So what do we do?" Amelia asked from him. "How do you intend to stop Russell?"

"Killing him would not bring Eric the peace he needs. Nonetheless, Russell is a threat and cannot be allowed to remain at large. But I cannot let my child to be consumed by guilt. I cannot permit that."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"I would suggest that Eric forgive Russell, but I cannot see that happening."

Amelia scoffed and looked up then, peering to Godric through wide eyes. "No offence, Godric, but if I was Eric then I wouldn't forgive someone who did that either. I don't think that I could forgive someone who hurt someone I loved."

"I know," Godric said. "That would be the more peaceful option."

"Yeah, maybe," Amelia shrugged, "but if someone hurt me, would you want to forgive them? In fact, I don't think you've ever forgiven anyone who has hurt me."

"That is different," Godric muttered and Amelia smiled warmly at him, shaking her head.

"No offence, Godric, but it really isn't," she responded and he sighed, knowing that she had a point. "Listen, I don't think that killing Eric will bring him this great amount of peace that he thinks it will. I do think, however, that it might be the only way of making sure he doesn't hurt Eric."

"Maybe," Godric whispered. "I simply do not like the idea of going against him. He is older than I am…stronger…more powerful."

"That may be true," Amelia said, "but there are three of you, Godric, there is only one of him."

Godric moved to sweep her hair behind her ear as she closed her eyes for a second. It was another second before he bent down and kissed her chastely on the lips for a second. "You are always so optimistic, my love, always so full of hope that I can do what needs to be done."

"Not at all," Amelia said in a gentle whisper. "I just know you."

…

Waking up the following morning on only six hours sleep didn't mean that Amelia was in a particularly good mood. She looked to Godric who was still resting, hands on his stomach and the duvet resting on his waist. Amelia kissed him on the forehead before going, grabbing her satchel and leaving the room. Moving down the stairs, she picked up a banana and an apple, pushing them into her bag before reaching for her car keys.

Moving to the front door, she unlocked it and looked outside to the driveway. She clicked the button on her car key to unlock the vehicle, but she didn't get far. Instead she saw a figure stood at the end of the driveway and she sighed to herself. What was she doing here? Amelia opened the car door and dropped her satchel on the seat as the figure walked up to her.

"Is he here?"

"I assume you mean Eric?" Amelia checked with her.

"I'll assume that's a yes," she responded.

"He told us about his ridiculous plan," Amelia said, hands going to her hips. "Godric told him to forget it. He told him that it was ridiculous."

"And if I said I want to go through with it, would that change his mind?"

Amelia looked confused then, her eyes widening as she struggled to comprehend what was going on. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I want to help Eric." She informed her.

Amelia pinched the bridge of her nose. "You'd best come in Sookie," she said. "So I can get my head around all of this."

….

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