It's kind of cruel to make you guys wait a couple days when I have prewritten chapters, and trust me, it hurts me too (LOL "it hurts me too" no pun intended), but I keep seeing literally about ten favorites and alerts a day and I'm like hey wait a minute I'm glad they like it but where are the COMMENTS? Hah. Anyway, here's another chapter and remember the more reviews/reactions I get, the quicker the chapter is uploaded!
Shilo - Now now dear we can't go staking vamps all willy nilly, then we'll have a whole extra twenty chapters dedicated to Godric's emotional-ness and that's unnecessary! Haha :)
SinfulRoad - A love triangle? Dun Dun DUN! I actually tied that in there because she literally has like...zero human interaction. That's not healthy lol. You know, I've always wondered about a Russell vs Godric battle myself but I'd do it no justice. I'm far more inclined to write smut scenes than battle scenes. I'm quite surprised there isn't MORE smut in this story than I have, I'm behaving myself!
DarkAngel - I don't like Sookie's mannerisms at all! She does before thinking and is always in other people's business. I agree.
Meggie - That means the WORLD to me! Because of that, I have updated for you all!
The sunset cast a purple-orange glow across the skies as Crystal pulled into the parking garage of her home. Sedona, Arizona was a beautiful, peaceful place. She and Godric had decided to move here after she finished her college education and landed a job as a Interior Designer. Their home was gorgeous, it had four floors and floor to ceiling windows. The back side of the house, however, had several rooms that had no windows, but plenty of sufficient lighting...to suit him. A grand chandelier was in the foyer, which had artwork on the ceiling and a mahogany floor.
She stepped out of her shining, all-white Escalade SUV, and closed the door, locking it. She hummed happily to herself as she approached the home, her black business heels clicking on the stone slabs that led to the front door. She shifted through her purse and found the house keys, opening the door and stepping inside...closing it behind her.
"I'm home!" She called out, noticing the alarm system was already off. "Godric?" She said, walking down the hall and taking her hair out of the ponytail.
"Why was the alarm system off? I put it on when I left." She spoke aloud, expecting him to meet her any minute now. It was time he roused himself. Frowning, she looked at her watch...which read 8pm. "You know I don't like surprises!" She called out again...deciding to head downstairs to where their bedroom was.
She turned the lights on and gasped. The bed was messy, covers thrown about. Drawers were open and leaked her clothes out, but not his own. She rushed over to the drawer and dug through all of her clothes, his were not to be found. Worriedly, she rushed to their walk in closet. She ripped her shoes down from the shelves and pulled her dresses off the hangers, nothing of his could be found.
"Godric!" She called again, digging in the side table but none of his belongings were there. She ran back upstairs to the kitchen and grabbed the house phone, dialing his number.
He answered. "Hello?"
She exhaled in relief, "Where are you! I thought you were kidnapped, all of your stuff is gone!"
"I know."
She was confused, "Ok...? So where are you?"
"Not in Arizona." He seemed pre-occupied and almost bored with the conversation. Meanwhile, she got more hyped up.
"What do you mean not in Arizona! Godric quit playing fucking games, where the fuck are you!" She was getting angry now.
"I don't think that information matters to you. I will not be returning."
She was silent, her heart thumping. "Wha-what do you mean? I don't understand."
"You'll never understand. I am a vampire, Crystal, I will never be a human. I will never feel as humans feel, I will never live as humans live. I need to take care of my own issues with my kind."
As she listened to the revelation of her worst nightmare come true, her face started to get hot with emotion as her eyes flooded with tears. "Godric don't play like that. We've been together for seven years! You've never had any problems with me before! I've been on my best behavior! I haven't gotten angry or anything at all...I-I don't understand what I did wrong!"
"At least we weren't married. Doesn't that make things easier for you?"
She had to hold herself up against the fridge to keep from fainting. "No!" She started taking deep breaths, trying to not full-on start panicking. "You could have turned me at any time! I've offered before!"
He laughed. He had the fucking audacity to laugh! "I cannot do that. The less people that are involved in this lifestyle, the safer the world is."
"But you said you loved me!" She was trying to say anything to wake up the Godric she used to know and love, the one who promised never to break her heart. The one who would die to save her.
"It seems I have told a lie."
Just when she thought she was going to collapse from a heart attack, she saw a familiar border collie strut into the kitchen. "What the fu-"
"Crystal." The dog started talking, but his voice sounded like Sam. "Crystal, wake up!"
She opened her eyes and gasped. The room she was in was dark, save for the light streaming through the blinds from the daylight outside; her head was on someone's chest.
"It's me." He whispered, "Are you alright?"
"Sam?" She rasped, looking up at him.
He touched the wetness on her cheeks. "You were cryin' in your sleep. I wanted to let you rest, but it didn't sound too good."
She looked underneath the covers and noticed her clothes were still on. Thank God. It was the first thing she thought of waking up to a man who wasn't Godric. She then looked up at him, "How old am I?"
"Twenty last I heard." He sat up a little so he could better talk to her. His back leaned against the headboard. "You're shakin' like a leaf, come here." He pulled her into his embrace and she stayed there, catching her breath and trying to shake her nightmare. "What'd you dream?"
"It's...not important." She answered, closing her eyes and steadying herself. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about that. Especially after the odd ending.
"I'm so sorry about that, Sam. Did you get any rest?" She asked, looking up at him as he held her.
"It's fine, everyone has nightmares. I slept, got a few hours in."
"Good. I normally don't sleep at night." She yawned. "I just felt so at-ease, I can't even remember falling asleep."
His hand gently moved up and down her arm absent-mindedly, in a comforting manner. "It was right around when you asked me about how I opened up Merlotte's. I was in the middle of explainin' when all of a sudden I hear a tiny snore and I look down and you were out cold." He chuckled.
She covered her face in embarrassment. "Oh my God I'm sorry about that, how rude. Ugh."
Sam moved her hands out the way. "It's alright. You were tired, I'm surprised you fell off when you did and not earlier."
"What time is it?" She asked lazily.
Sam glanced over at the digital clock that was on the nightstand. "About a quarter after 8. You hungry?"
"Starving." She said, feeling a twang of hunger in her gut.
"How about I take you to get some breakfast then? You got anywhere to be today?" He eased himself out of the bed and started to fix his side.
Crystal did the same. "Not until tonight."
"I didn't tell you because I knew you would stop me. Russell was going to kill me nonetheless. I would rather take my own life and finish him."
"You did not think things through clearly, in your anger and hunger for revenge. I distanced myself from you back in Mississippi because I believed you were going to be rational about your decisions, not sacrifice yourself!"
"Do not chastise me about self-sacrifice, Godric. I returned to Dallas because Isabel informed me of your state of depression and hopelessness. It was not my place to say anything to her, but I know you better than anyone else does. You made me who I am. Times have changed and you are now incredibly empathetic towards humans. You would have sacrificed yourself to do exactly what I was attempting to do...make a point."
Godric stopped his pacing and sat down at the desk in front of his child. "Because my point was worth my lifetime, if it would help countless of others."
"So, why have you changed your mind then? Is humanity suddenly not worth your life anymore?" Eric was growing visibly irritant.
"Love changed my mind. Just as love saved you earlier."
"There is no love for me in this world." Eric stated as though it were a solid fact.
Godric was taken aback. "Eric, my child, I love you."
"You once told me a vampire is not at the mercy of his emotions, he dominates them. Love can hypnotize you into doing things you would never normally do. I refuse to be under the spell of something so powerful."
"I have loved you ever since I turned you so long ago. Has my life gone so horribly awry? Had it not been for Itza's love for you, I would not have tracked her here and found you making, quite possibly, the biggest mistake of your life."
There was a soft knock at Eric's office. "Who is it?" Eric demanded.
The door opened and Itza stepped inside, her head lowered. "Me." She said, quietly. Godric stood up and left the room in a gust of wind, that caused Itza to jump.
The corner of Eric's lips turned up in a smirk. "You fear him." He observed.
"I don't want him to use silver like he threatened if I did anything wrong." She closed the door gently.
"If you did anything wrong? Consider yourself lucky." He leaned back in his chair.
"What do you mean?" She asked, sitting across from him in the place that Godric once sat.
"He used silver upon me to toughen me up. I was a young vampire, maybe about two or three years young. If I became too close to feeling much of anything, he would force me to lie down on my back, and place silver upon my chest until I stopped begging for mercy."
Itza's jaw dropped in horror. "That's insane! Why would he do something like that?"
"Itza, you need to understand that Godric himself was abused as a slave since he could walk. You have it easy." Eric relaxed in his chair and picked up the nearby pen, twirling it slowly between his fingers as he spoke. "Now; why didn't you leave when I asked you to?"
She fumbled in her seat a bit before answering, "Eric, I love you."
"No you don't."
"Yes, I do!"
"Itza, you've had my blood in large quantities back in Mexico. You simply think you love me."
She was beyond frustrated at this point. She could understand him not loving her back, but the fact that he was trying to tell her how she felt was driving her crazy. She slammed both of her hands onto his desk as she stood up. "I am in love with you Eric Northman!"
He continued to look at the pen between his fingers, but he stopped twirling it. His baby blue eyes drifted up into her own, painstakingly slow. "I am in love with you too." He allowed the pen to drop onto the desk, as soon as it made contact, he was behind her so quickly that even she was caught off-guard as she turned around. He brought his hand up to the side of her face.
"Then why can't we just make this work." She took his hand in her own and held it tightly.
"Because it is foolish when the odds are against us, Itza. If Godric were to tell you he wanted you, you would leave me in a heartbeat because you cannot help it. It's in your nature to want him, not me."
"Please, let me prove you wrong. He wouldn't do that. I wouldn't do that. I want you, all I can think about is you, Eric."
He was about to object again when she kissed him. At first he made no movement, but soon his lips opened to allow her tongue to enter and he kissed her back. He pushed her onto the desk, taking control of the kiss as his hands bruised her hips with his grip. The marks were gone in seconds.
"I can help you with that."
"I got it."
Crystal took one of the heavy boxes out of Sam's arms, now lightening his load and allowing him to actually see in front of him. She followed him into the back hallway and set it down next to the other storage containers. "I'm gonna have to start payin' you if you keep this up." He rested his arm on a tall stack of boxes and shook his hair out of his face.
"You were going to hit straight into a wall the way you were headed. I'll consider a non-injured Sam Merlotte, payment enough." She replied, to which he laughed and agreed. She couldn't help but to glance at the clock that was above his head, it was steadily approaching 8:30.
"I really appreciate you being there for me last night, and taking me out to eat today. You really made me forget about all the bad shit that's happened in my life. I felt like I was living like a normal person."
"A little sun does a person some good, doesn't it?" He grinned.
"I should go around in the daytime more often then...huh?" She looked down and pushed her hair back behind her ear shyly. Sam sure could get her heart racing when he wanted to. He approached her and she looked up.
"Come on, I need to show you somethin'." He finally said after what felt like an eternity of deep eye contact. He took her hand in his own and she followed him out back. He turned back to her and took a deep breath, letting it out slow. He leaned forward and kissed her. His lips were warm and inviting, the stubble around his mouth foreign to her. He pulled back.
"Wait here."
He went back into Merlotte's and she stood there, hands wringing one another in nervous energy. Sam Merlotte kissed her. While she's in a relationship with another man.
A border collie nudged the door open and she nearly flew out of her skin. She was about to call out to it, when she realized something was going on. Sam had just left her and moments later this dog came out? Realizations came crashing down upon her like tidal waves.
She kneeled down in amazement. "Sam...is...that you?" She whispered. He barked in response and rested his cool nose in the crook of her neck. She ran her fingers through his fur. "I can't believe this...you were the dog all along..." She didn't know what to say, so she wrapped her arms around the furry animal, hugging him close, her eyes closed tightly.
"I have to go back to Dallas tonight; but I hope I will see you again. I'll never forget you, Sam." She pulled back and kissed his forehead. It was easier to say goodbye to the hazel eyes of the dog in front of her, than it would have been to the blue-grey eyes of human Sam.
"Crystal. I thought something was wrong, why are you back here?" Godric vamped next to her and held her closely. She embraced him in return, her eyes watering as she smiled sadly at the dog, who sat there waving his tail back and forth slowly. He whimpered and scampered off into the woods.
"Why are you crying? What happened?" Godric observed her tears when he pulled back.
She laughed, "I'm just happy to see you!" She kissed him deeply. Sam may have made her heart race, but Godric was right for her. She knew that.
"You knew I was coming back, love." He said, wiping her tears with his thumb as he kissed her lips again.
"Right. Of course." She said, shaking the dreadful images of her nightmare out of her head.