Looking to his two progenys, Godric wondered if he should be on his guard against one of them. Nora was looking at him like she used to look at him. There was that look of love he had grown accustomed to. Watching her intently as they stood in the darkened alleyway, Godric waited for one of them to speak. He had no intention of going first. Luckily, it turned out that Nora had quite a lot that she wanted to get off of her chest.

"Maker," she began, voice low and gentle. "I am so sorry. I did not…I was not thinking clearly."

"And how do I know you are not lying to me?" Godric enquired from her, not entirely certain that he believed all of what he was hearing. It was another moment before he arched a brow in her direction and she thought of words. Eric only continued to stare down at her, letting her handle this mess all by herself. She had dug the hole so she could dig herself back out.

"Because I see that I was wrong," she said. "I drank some of Lillith's blood with Eric and we both had the same vision. It was you, maker. You were killed by Lillith. I saw it then. I saw that she is no good."

"Yeah, and now Bill Compton is high on her blood and lauding it over everyone," Eric scoffed, voice low as his eyes looked to the sky.

"Nora, you know that I love you dearly," Godric said to her and she nodded. "But if you ever do something like that again then I will not be held responsible for my actions. Is that understood?"

"Yes, maker," Nora nodded her head once and Godric tilted his chin upwards.

"So how did you two escape?"

"We are on a PR clean up," Eric said. "Some general came to the Authority after we destroyed the Tru Blood factory. He wanted order…so we snapped his neck. They have sent us to clean up the mess. Salome still trusts Nora."

"And what is your plan really?" Godric enquired.

"Get as far away from this shit as possible," Eric responded. "Godric, we cannot stay here. We need to go and join your meal in Sweden."

"And do you think that will stop them?" Godric wondered. "Once they know that you have betrayed them, do you think they will let that rest? I know what happened to Nan Flanagan."

"That bitch had it coming."

"Perhaps so," Godric could not even disagree with that sentiment. "But she was still killed. We need to think about this logically. We need to do everything that we can to stop them."

"I fear we will not be enough," Nora said.

"We will have to be," Godric said. "Meet me back here tomorrow at sundown. We will devise something for then. For now, we need to part and go our separate ways. I will see you tomorrow."

"Maker," they both mumbled and flew into the sky.

Godric did the same after he had saw them leave, knowing that he was being foolish with where he was going, but he had to see it. He had to see their home. Landing outside the house, Godric walked up the driveway, reaching for his key he kept in his pocket and letting himself in. The house was trashed. There were items laying around, furniture pushed over. Entering the kitchen, he saw Amelia's plate and mug on the dining table. Her laptop was sat on the surface and her books next to them.

But that was not what concerned Godric. Godric had sensed his presence as soon as he entered the house. He knew he was sat at the back of the room in the chair, bathed in darkness. Godric didn't even bother to turn a light on when he spoke.

"I suspect you have been waiting here a while."

"You have had a busy couple of nights, fang," the man responded, voice deep and mocking as he reached for the lamp next to him, turning it on. Godric turned to look to him, remaining stood silently.

"What are you doing here?"

"I know what you did to Daniel," Martin said, but he did not sound irate. Instead, he sounded slightly upbeat. He moved to his feet and flattened his tie against his chest, nodding his head slowly up and down. "It was impressive, I have to say."

"I do not know what you are talking about," Godric said, not knowing if this man had a recording device on him. He would not admit to anything incriminating. Martin chuckled, pointing at him and wagging his finger.

"Clever," he commented. "Very clever."

"I will ask again; what are you doing here?" Godric said, slowly knowing that he would lose his temper. There was only so long he could remain passive for in the company of a man who had hurt Amelia.

"I came to tell you that if it is war you want then it is war you have got," Martin said coyly. "You see, your little plan of shipping Amelia off to Sweden didn't get you that far."

Godric frowned. "You've have her followed?"

"God, no," Martin chuckled. "That would have been too much effort. No, of course not. Her mother never made it out of Italy quickly enough. One of my men caught them sneaking onto a train. I didn't kill her or that fang, but it was enough to bring Amelia out of hiding."

Godric reacted then, grabbing Martin by his throat and slamming him against the wall. The man didn't even flinch. He acted like he had expected this to happen. Godric continued snarling, his fangs bared as he did his best to restrain himself. It would be so easy to snap his neck.

"If I don't walk out of here then I have given my men instructions to kill Amelia's mother's lover," Martin said. "And believe me, if Amelia found out, do you think she would be happy?"

"What do you want?" Godric demanded from him.

"I need her," Martin hissed. "I need her to be the dutiful daughter. I need her for my career. Do you not get that? All of these stories she has…I need her to denounce them."

"Why do you insist on torturing her?" Godric demanded. "I swear that I will not let you do this. You will not get away with this. Amelia is better than this. Amelia will always be better than this."

"Perhaps," he responded, "but she will do what I need her to do and that is the end of that, isn't it?"

"I will stop you."

"I look forward to that," Martin said as Godric dropped him. He could not kill him, not tonight. He knew what was at stake. Amelia's mother was so important to her. She was the one who had helped them at the beginning, despite sitting back and letting Amelia suffer. She was the one they could trust. Amelia would be devastated if something happened to her mother. She would not be able to handle it.

"So," Martin said, "I have to go and pick my daughter up from the airport in the next few hours. Stay away from her. I swear that it will be the last thing that you do if you come for her. You have no idea the power that we have…Burrell and I…but you will see. One day you will see."

Godric had no idea what he was talking about. He had no idea what was going through this man's mind, but he did not push. Instead he was busy plotting his move. He was plotting exactly what he needed to do and he knew that it would not be easy. It was not a simple ride, but he would do it. For Amelia, he would do anything.

Martin straightened out his crumpled shirt and looked to Godric for a second. "Goodbye, Godric. I will see you later, I hope."

…

Sitting down at the dining table, Amelia was doing her best not to look too morbid. She had been backed with her father for almost a week. In that week she had heard nothing from Godric. There had not been a word from him. She wondered if he understood why she had done this. She had been given no choice. Her mother deserved happiness. Amelia was willing to put her happiness before her own.

The restaurant they were in was busy, waiters bustling around with plates of food and wine every two minutes. She had been dragged to dinner with her father, Governor Truman and his daughter, Willa. Amelia had not even bothered to complain after her father had told her that was where they would be going. Complaining very rarely got her anywhere nowadays. She let her mind wander to Godric as she wished he were here. He would never make her endure tedious meals.

But she had seen the facility. She had seen the facility the Governor had built and that her father had a hand in making with his research. She had felt sick when she had been shown around. Vampires were being used as experiments. They were being tortured. Amelia had threatened to go to the police as she saw one of them being staked after losing in some kind of mental activity.

But her father had stood behind her, his hand going to her neck to push her hair out of the way as he bent down and whispered in her ear: "You go to the police and I will ruin your mother."

And then Amelia had backed down. She had snatched his hand from her and left the room, leaving him smirking behind her.

"Excuse me for a moment," Amelia said, "I just need to use the bathroom."

She placed her napkin on the table and moved among the tables to the restrooms. They were vast and plush, seats lined up in the middle and the stalls around the edge. She held the door open for a woman who walked out. The woman looked at her for a moment and Amelia knew what she was thinking. She either pitied her or thought she was a liar. Amelia did not look at her long enough to find out.

Thankfully the bathroom was empty as she went to the wash basin and splashed cold water on her hands and wrists, hoping that would cool her down. Looking up, she barely had time to react as she felt a presence behind her. She was about to whirl around, but she was too slow. An arm went around her waist as he hauled her back into one of the stalls, a hand covering her mouth. Amelia protested as he shut the door and let her go. Whirling around, she didn't even see his face. He was too tall for that. Looking up, she caught the eye of Eric Northman. Resting a hand on the door to the stall, Eric dropped his other hand to his hip.

"Eric," she said surprised.

"Ta-da," Eric drawled sarcastically. "Listen, I don't have much time. I have business to attend to. Godric sent me."

"Where is he?" Amelia asked, voice eager. "Is he safe? Is he doing okay?"

"Godric is fine," Eric said. "He keeps getting involved with you, which means he is never safe. He is on his way to Italy."

"Italy?"

"He intends to rescue your mother and her sugar daddy," Eric said. "Once he has them somewhere safe and with new identities where your father cannot find them then he has promised he will come for you."

"He…he's doing that for me?" Amelia asked him and Eric rolled his eyes.

"Pathetic, I know," he drawled and Amelia shot him a glare. "Anyway, he told me to tell you that he needs you to wait for him. He is going to be as quick as he can and he will get you away from this."

"And what are you doing here? I thought the Authority might have killed you."

"They can try," he gave her a slim smirk. "The Authority are another issue, but they do not concern you. I am dealing with it and I am dealing with something else…some secret hidden vampire facility. Care to explain what that is about?"

"Eric, it is horrific," Amelia said to him, folding her arms over her chest. "They are torturing vampires. Governor Burrell is the one running things but obviously my father wants in on it."

"Obviously," Eric echoed back. "Listen to me, I need you not to do anything brash. I have got this."

"Got what?" she asked and her eyes widened as he remained silent. "The facility? Eric, if they catch you-"

"-Your concern is touching," he interrupted her. "Now, I have to go. You go back out and play the dutiful daughter. Wait for Godric to come."

Before Amelia could protest at his plan, he was leaving the bathroom. Disappearing through the window before she could call him back, she huffed and dropped her hands to her hips as Willa entered the restroom, her face showing concern as she looked at Amelia.

"You father sent me to check up on you."

"I am fine," Amelia lied, plastering a smile onto her face. "I just…you know…time of the month."

Amelia saw Willa nod and turn away as she shot one final glance to the window, hoping Eric knew what he was doing.

….

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