Amelia sat in her bedroom, changed into her pyjamas after having gone to the gym to work out. It has been a week since she had seen Eric and she was still waiting for Godric to come back. She wondered how he would make his appearance known. He couldn't exactly sweep in. Her father had eyes on her like a hawk and she knew that Godric would know that. He was no fool. She often found herself sitting in the window seat of her bedroom and peering onto the back yard, wondering where he was. She had kept her phone on her, hidden from her father. She turned it on every so often, but there were no messages.

She finished tying her damp hair into a ponytail and stood up, moving to the window again and pushing it open. Breathing in the air, it was still warm in the evening. It was hot and sticky, enough to make her contemplate changing into shorter pyjamas. Amelia closed the window again as she heard a knock on the door. She frowned and moved to the wooden plank, opening it to reveal her father stood there, dressed in his dinner suit still. His face was like thunder.

"Did you know?" he demanded from her, grabbing hold of her arm and hauling her into her bedroom, slamming her door shut as she struggled in his grip and he took her by both arms then, his face inches from her. "Did you know what he was going to do?"

"You're hurting me!" Amelia shouted at him, trying to push him from her as she felt herself back against the wall.

"Your mother!" he simply snarled and Amelia figured that it would be best to plead ignorance. She didn't want to be on the wrong side of his temper. "She got away. Someone told her that I had people watching her. I have no idea where she has gone."

"It wasn't me," Amelia said with a firm shake of her head. "I haven't had a chance to tell her since I was taken and then I've been back with you and you've not let me out of your sight. Please…let me go."

Martin did as she had asked then, dropping his daughter from his grip as she slumped back against the wall, feeling the pressure from where he had gripped her. She knew there would be bruises. She felt her eyes sting with tears as Martin grabbed hold of the books on her nightstand and tossed them against the wall. She cowered in the corner, feeling like a frightened teenager all over again. All she had wanted to do was please her parents as a little girl. She just wanted them to be proud, but everything she did was never good enough. She got an A? They would say aim for an A*. She would never win.

"Someone told her," he snapped at her. "Was it that vampire of yours? Did you tell him?"

"Godric knows not to come for me," Amelia said, feeling herself getting deeper in the lie. "I told him that I didn't want to be with him anymore."

"And why would you do that, hmm?" Martin asked her, hands on his hips after he had pulled his tie loose. "Your mother is free now. Why would you not want your fang to come and rescue you like some pathetic princess in a tower."

"Because I know what you would do to him if he came," Amelia said. "I know that you have men watching me all of the time. I know that you have that facility of yours that you would send him to if he even dared to come close to me. I…I'm not risking him. I don't want to risk him."

Martin tilted his chin upwards then and took a few seconds to contemplate what he was hearing from his daughter. Was this the truth? He didn't know. He didn't know if he could trust her. But she looked defeated. She looked like she had given up. Had she? He didn't know. He would need to watch her for a while.

"How do I know if I can trust you?"

"Because I love him," Amelia said as if it were obvious and she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling cold as her father's penetrative stare moved over her form. "I know that you don't like me. I know that you think I am pathetic and I have never lived up to your standards, but I am still your daughter. I am your daughter and I am telling you the truth about Godric."

Martin watched her move over to the window and perch down in the seat. She drew her knees to her chin, hooking her arms around her legs as Martin tentatively moved to sit down next to her.

"I wanted you to be perfect, Amelia," he said to her.

"Perfect doesn't exist," she replied.

"It does for me," he responded. "You were a good girl at one stage, but then you went to college and that all changed."

"I discovered my independence," she responded to him. "And I realised that I could have fun."

"And that involved fucking fangs?" her father enquired and Amelia shook her head, once again finding herself having to bite her tongue.

"Do you not get it?" she asked from him. "I loved Will, dad."

Martin looked away then and Amelia rolled her eyes.

"And you could not just marry Daniel, could you?"

"I don't love Daniel."

"And do you think we always get what we want, Amelia?" he demanded from her, voice a snarl as he shook his head. He didn't want to get into this with his daughter, but he suspected he was about to. "Fangs are dangerous, do you not see that? They kill senselessly. They do not have any regard for human life. I tried to protect you from that. I tried to keep you safe and you went and cavorted with the enemy."

"But they are not all evil," Amelia replied. "There are bad humans, aren't there? We all make a choice. You cannot tar them all with the same brush."

"Yes, I can," he said, "because they are not right."

"Dad," Amelia groaned loudly and she uncurled herself from her ball. "I don't want to get into this with you. We are never going to agree, but I just need you to believe that I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to risk Godric like that."

"Glad to hear it," he said to her and moved to his feet as Amelia watched him go to the door.

"Dad?" she called after him and he turned around to look to her. "Do you love me?"

Martin said nothing for a few moments and Amelia knew it shouldn't be that difficult. It should be an instant reaction, he shouldn't need to think about it. He shouldn't even look concerned.

"You're my daughter," he offered her. "And that will never change."

He left her bedroom then and Amelia went to lay on her bed, clasping her hands over her stomach. "That answers that then."

…

Amelia didn't want to go with her father to the facility, but she had been given no choice. Apparently he had something that he wanted her to see. She had complained for a few moments before he glared at her and that had shut her up. Entering the main control room, Amelia startled at the sight of the tall, blonde woman in a tight fitting blue dress. Sarah Newlin. Sarah Newlin was draped over Governor Burrell and she had a smile that looked like Christmas had come early.

"Martin!" Sarah cooed as soon as she saw him and rushed forwards, embracing him briefly before acknowledging Amelia. "And your daughter has come home! I am so happy to see you have come home. It must have been horrible having been kidnapped by that vampire."

"Torrid," Amelia drawled and only Martin picked up on her sarcastic tone.

"Well, you will want to see this," Sarah said, clapping once. "We found that vampire's progeny!"

"This fucker turned my daughter into one of them," Burrell said and Amelia frowned. Willa? What was he talking about? And whose progeny had they found? Amelia had her answers soon confirmed when she saw Eric Northman through the glass screen. She felt her stomach begin to churn and her face paled as she stumbled forwards, closer to the glass that looked into a large white room.

Eric was dressed in a blue pyjama suit and his eyes were inquisitive as he looked around. Amelia looked back to her father and Burrell. She shook her head Sarah draped herself over Burrell.

"You can't do this," she said to them. "You need to let him go."

"We can't do that," Burrell said. "You see, he turned my daughter into one of them. He corrupted my little girl and he ruined her. I had to bring her here because of him. He will suffer."

"No," Amelia said.

Eric looked to the glass. He could hear her voice. They had brought her here. Amelia was in that room and she was trying to save him. Eric wondered exactly where Godric was. Where was his maker? What was he doing? He wondered what he should do.

It was another moment later when Governor Burrell spoke into the microphone to Eric. "My baby girl came home the other night," he spoke. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that?"

"Hmm," Eric murmured. "Fuck you."

"No, fuck you for taking her from me and fuck you for making me intern her here," Burrell said and Eric looked shocked at what he was hearing. This was not part of his plan. Clearly, he had another plan.

"You brought her here?" Eric asked.

"I had no other chance," Burrell said. "Did you think that I would abandon my principles because you turn my daughter into the very thing I hate most?"

"Stop it," Amelia demanded and Eric almost felt slightly protective over the young woman as he heard her through the microphone. "Let him go!"

"No can do, Amelia," Burrell said. "He is going to suffer for what he has done."

It was then when the other door opened and they saw Pam enter the room. She squinted in the light room and Amelia gulped as she saw a stake in the middle of the room then.

"You see, you took the very thing I loved the most from me," Burrell said. "So, I want you to take the life of the very thing you love most…or you will die."

Amelia looked down at the control panel then, wondering what she could do. All she knew was that she wasn't going to let Eric die inside of that cage with Pam. She saw the button she suspected she could press. It was to open the door. It said door open, so she suspected it would do just that. Amelia noticed Burrell still held the microphone on and she moved quickly.

"Eric, run!" she yelled loudly as she lunged for the button and the door opened quickly.

Eric and Pam reacted, moving towards the open door as Martin roared at his daughter to stop, his voice full of rage as Burrell looked to her and Sarah removed herself from his grip. Standing up straight, Amelia let go of the button as Martin grabbed hold of her upper arm, whirling her around to face him.

"What the hell are you playing at?" he demanded from her, "you stupid bitch!"

"You can't do this. It is wrong."

"Sir, we apprehended the vampires." A guard walked into the room and informed them. "We have him being moved to isolation in a cage."

"Thank you," Burrell said. "And your daughter, Martin, is proving to be a pain in the ass. You need to get her in hand. I suggest putting her with the vampire while she watches what should happen to them."

"What does that mean?" Amelia asked as Martin kept hold of her, his grip vice like. "What is going on?"

"She has prior knowledge of Hep V, doesn't she?" Burrell asked Martin and Amelia shook her head. This couldn't be it. This couldn't be happening. She wouldn't think back about that. She wouldn't let them do this.

"No," Amelia said again. "You can't do that…not again."

"She can watch him be injected," Burrell said. "Your daughter needs to see-"

"-Your daughter is a vampire," Amelia interrupted him. "I do not think he needs parenting advice from you, besides, you are about ten years too late to give that advice."

"Come on," Martin demanded from her and he dragged her from the room as she struggled to comprehend what was going to happen. They didn't find a cure before. They wouldn't find a cure now. And where the hell was Godric when she needed him?

"You cannot do this," Amelia said to her father. "You cannot do this again."

"We have perfected the virus," he said to her. "Don't worry. The suffering will be even more intense this time."

Moving down the corridors, Martin pushed the door open to reveal Eric in a cage. He was chained up and Amelia stumbled into the room as Martin stood in the doorway. "You can have five minutes. Don't try to free him. There is no use."

Martin shut the door and locked her in as Amelia looked over to Eric and he arched a brow in her direction. "I don't suppose you have some elaborate plan to get us out of here?"

"I tried that earlier," she said. "I will think of something. I am not letting them inject you with Hep V."

"I get a feeling you might not have much choice," Eric said to her. "You're outnumbered here."

"I know," Amelia responded. "But where is Godric, Eric?"

"He was on his way back from Italy the last time I heard," Eric said to her. "Has he not been in contact?"

"No," Amelia responded. "I need him…I don't know what to do."

"I do," Eric said to her. "Listen to me, I need you to do me a favour. Nora is in this facility and I need to get to her."

"What do you want me to do?"

"The guard on the door. Get him in here," Eric said. "I need you to just make him look at me and I can glamour him. They're trained not to look at us and some have contact lenses."

"And if this one doesn't?" Amelia asked him.

"Let's just hope he does," Eric grunted.

Amelia wasn't entirely convinced by this plan. But she went along with it. Banging on the door, she tried to sound distressed as she shouted for help. She tried to begin crying as the guard opened the door and looked down to her. She moved quickly as he entered the room.

"What is it?" he asked from her.

She moved to cling to him, acting frantic as she panted for breath. "He's a monster! He…the things he said he would do to me…please…let me out of here…"

"It's alright, Miss," he said to her and took hold of her upper arms.

"Thank you," Amelia said, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him no choice but to look over her shoulder and directly into Eric's eyes for a moment. That was all he needed.

"Go to sleep," Eric demanded and the guard dropped to the ground.

Amelia composed herself and reached into his pocket, finding the key that she needed. Pulling it free, she unlocked the cage Eric was in, knowing that wouldn't have much time. Her hands shook as Eric was finally free and he looked down to her. "We need to get Nora and get out of here," he said. "They'll be coming for us in a moment."

"Change into the guard's clothing," Amelia said and Eric had done that in seconds and she nodded. "Do you know where they would keep Nora?"

"No, but I can sense her," Eric said. "Come on."

Amelia had no time to react as Eric grabbed hold of her and slung her over his shoulder. She was about to protest, but he had used his vampire speed to run down the corridors as alarms started blaring. They knew that Eric had gone missing. Coming to the corridor Nora was being kept in, Eric early broke the necks of the guards on duty before putting Amelia down onto the ground and she resisted the urge to vomit.

"Nora," Godric said as soon as he saw his sister. "Come on."

He unchained her from where she was and she moved quickly, kissing Eric on the cheek before seeing Amelia dressed in a long sleeved green dress and dark tights. She looked prim and proper, much like she had done when Nora had first seen her.

"How do we get out of here?" Eric asked.

"Change into that doctor's outfit," Amelia urged Nora, seeing the dead body in the corner from Eric's attack. "Go…I will go back and find-"

"-I can't leave you," Eric interrupted her.

"I stick out like a sore thumb," Amelia said. "You two can blend in. Now go. Find me…get Godric and come and find me."

Eric could only watch her run off back down the corridors and he cursed under his breath. He really was in debt to Amelia Jones.

…

Amelia gasped for breath as she lay down on her bed that evening. She had tried not to look upset by what her father had said to her, but she couldn't stop. He had yelled at her. He had told her what he really thought about her and then he had slapped her, not just once, but three times. He had locked her in her bedroom for what she had done, stating that she was an embarrassment. Amelia had been about to get changed, her tights ripped on her knees after she had fallen over in the corridor. But then she saw him. She thought she was hallucinating as she watched him hover at the window.

Moving slowly to the window, she reached down and unlocked it, lifting it up as he saw her. Her cheeks were red and she had been crying.

"Let me in, darling," he urged her.

"Godric, come in."

He was there in moments, sweeping her into his embrace and holding her to him, a hand fisting into her hair as she buried her face into his neck. Godric pressed his cheek against the top of her head as he exhaled a shaky breath.

"How did you get in?"

"The guards on duty…well…let's just say they will wake up with a headache," he said to her. "I should have come sooner. I have been watched, my love. I couldn't risk coming after you until I dealt with who was following me. I think your father has some trailing me."

"Can we go?" Amelia asked him, voice pleading as she pulled back to look to him and Godric pressed a hand to her stinging cheek and his nostrils flared as his fangs threatened to drop. Amelia knew what he was thinking. He wanted to go and kill her father. "Please, Godric, he's not worth it. Just take me away, please?"

Looking down to her as she spoke, Godric regained his temper and nodded once. He bent down and picked her up with ease, letting her move her arms around his neck. He went to the window and flew off, knowing that he would have his revenge on that man one day soon.

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