Chapter 38

Sookie POV

Running towards Eric I prayed to which ever God out there that would listen that he would forgive me. "Eric?" I whispered as I stood before him, tears falling down my face, looking up to search his for any emotion.

"Follow me." His voice was cold and hard, I struggled to supress a shiver. Striding out through the doors he had come through, I followed silently. The hall still held in complete silence, probably still in shock from the prophecy. As I followed Eric through the doors, I noticed Godric making his way to Claudine at human speed – probably to not scare the fairies. I still couldn't feel the bond between Eric and I even though I had made him promise to not block it for what felt like forever ago. The large wooden doors closed loudly as I exited and I struggled to keep up with Eric's fast pace; soon however, we were in the open empty courtyard as Eric stood with his back to me.

"You promised me." Eric was first to break the silence, his voice still cold but now held the hurt that he was feeling.

"Did you honestly expect me to just-" Spinning round on his heels he interrupted me and in a millisecond he was looming over me, fangs full extended, his eyes full of anger. For the first time since I had met him, I felt truly scared.

"I EXPECTED YOU TO TRUST MY KNOWLEDGE, TO THINK ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE FOR A CHANGE! TO ACTUALLY ACCEPT THAT SOMEONE KNOWS BETTER THAN YOU! YOU JUST COULDN'T RESIST, YOU COULD FINALLY GET ONE OVER ON THE VIKING, KNOW BETTER THAN THE VAMPIRE THAT HAS LIVED FOR OVER A THOUSAND YEARS!" Tears fell faster down my face as he yelled in my face, rage radiating off him in unbelievable amounts. I cried for regret, for sorrow, for sadness…..for fear of him. Taking a shaky step back I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears and not let the inevitable sobs come out. I failed.

Falling to my knee's I hid my face in my hands, unable to look at him any longer. The only man that has ever loved me for me hates me. I've hurt the only man that has ever accepted me, loved and trusted me completely. I can't describe the pain I was feeling, it consumed me completely, replacing every fragment of happiness and hope I had from hearing of Pam's survival with hurt and regret. I vaguely registered him leaving me, striding away and not looking back.

Godric POV [the language Godric is speaking is Gaulish, a dead language, found a glossary online, translations will be in bold next to the Gaulish]

I tried to ignore the pain and hurt still flowing through our bond as I reached my own fairy. Even though she looked completely drained and ill, she was still beautiful. She had a beauty about her that no one in my entire existence could compete with. Not in my 2,000 years of walking this earth have I ever felt something like this before. Actually in 2,000 years I barely felt anything, that all changed when she entered my life. It was like my meaningless existence suddenly had a purpose. It was to be with her. It was to love her, to cherish, adore and listen to her but most importantly to protect her. And I failed. I let the fairies take away her spark, hurting her soul and body. I knew exactly how Eric was feeling and not just because of our bond. He felt like he had failed Sookie, failed to protect her, the dearest thing to his heart. I was shocked when I found out that Sookie Stackhouse, the telepathic barmaid from the little town of Bon Temps had captured my child's heart, making him produce the most humane feelings which he had sworn he no longer possessed.

"Claudine?" I whispered whilst kissing her delicate hand. "ogros. So so ogros. Uediiu dibu e debu." Cold, so so cold. I pray to the God's & Goddesses.

"Godric?" I barely heard her croak out as her eyes remained shut but her finger twitched. "I'm so tired."

"Sleep my love."

"Don't leave…"She whispered.

"Never." I vowed as I kissed her head, feeling a wave of hope as I noticed her temperature had increased. I couldn't help but feel all the eyes that were watching us, didn't they have anything better to do? Turning round to face them but still keeping Claudine's hand in mine, snapping down my fangs; I watched as they all popped out of sight in fear. It's on these rare occasions that being a vampire comes in handy. I knew I should let go of her hand so she could warm up quicker but I couldn't bring my-self to, I had almost lost her, I had watched as her life force was drained out of her. It physically hurt me to be separated from her now. I could feel my blood flowing through her, I hadn't cared when she drank the very little blood I had left inside of me, I wanted her to have it. She deserves to live, I don't. Simple fact. I have walked this earth for so long, destroying it in my wake, then I continued my line with Eric. I made him follow in my footsteps, and together we slaughtered thousands, fought battles that were not our own, wreaked havoc across Europe and then we separated. He created Pam and they had a new form of havoc. Mischief. I have no doubt in my mind that they slaughtered more and more people, human and vampire alike. And then Miss Stackhouse entered his life and he let the man who he had thought died over a millennia join forces with his vampire ways, he became a better vampire for it.

As my thoughts drifted about Claudine, I saw my child walk into the now empty health room with an emotionless look on his face. I knew that look, it was rare to see it. The bond between us was blocked by him but I didn't need it to determine how he was feeling. He was scared, worried, hurt and lost all rolled into one.

Stopping directly infront of me he nodded towards Claudine. "How is she?" His voice empty of emotion.

"She's healing slowly. They say that if she hadn't of had any of my blood her spark would be completely gone, her body would have withered and died along side it. Eric what happened between you and the hybrid?"

As I called his bonded 'hybrid' his fangs snapped down and he hissed, his face millimetres away from mine. "She has a fucking name."

"Child know your place. I am fairly certain what transpired outside but I still wanted to see whether you cared. Which you clearly do. Now put your fangs away and sit down." He immediately snapped his fangs back and sat on the chair next to me, hanging his head in shame.

"Godric I am sorry."

"No need my child. Once I've finished speaking to you I want you to go away and think about what I am about to say."

"Yes Godric."

"Don't be a fool. I know you are hurt, you need to be a man and tell her. She probably thinks that you hate her right now. I'm not Pam, I don't read advice columns but I am observant. Plus I also have 2,000 year old hearing. I could hear your shouting and her tears. How is she supposed to figure out from all of that, that you're not angry with her? More angry with your self. Go grab some weapons and prepare for battle. It will clear your mind and hopefully you will come to your senses and make amends with Sookie. If you do not then I wont be here to watch you fall into a pit of self pity. You're a Viking Erik, start acting like one."

Short chapter I know but I wanted to clear up the questions you guys had about the sneak preview I gave you