Amelia looked at the mansion they had just landed outside of and she frowned. Looking to Godric as he lowered her to the ground, he kept hold of her hand inside of his and began to move up the porch. She grabbed hold of his forearm with her free hand, stopping him from moving any further. She let her brows furrow together.

"Do we trust him?" she asked Godric as she saw Bill Compton open the front door. He looked different to the last time she had seen him. His hair was neatly cut and he was dressed in a black sweatshirt and jeans. He almost had a dangerous look to him.

"He means us no ill will," Godric promised Amelia in a soft and gentle whisper, turning to look back to her. She had heard how Bill had turned to Lillith. Godric bent down and pecked Amelia on the lips for a brief moment. He seemed solemn. He looked upset. There was something going on.

"Miss Jones," Bill greeted Amelia as she finally agreed to follow Godric into the house. "Good to see you again."

"Hi," Amelia managed to speak.

"Is she okay?" Godric asked as they entered the hallway and Bill closed the door. He lowered his gaze and that told Godric all that he needed to know. He shook his head and looked up the staircase. He could hear her laboured breathing. He knew that there was nothing that he could do. He couldn't save her.

"What is going on?" Amelia asked, looking between the two men as Godric looked back down to her, squeezing her hand tightly in his grasp. "Something is wrong."

"Come," Godric urged from her and Bill stepped off into his office, leaving them to have time to themselves. Following Godric up the staircase, Amelia walked one pace behind him before coming to the top of the steps. Walking down the landing towards the open door, Amelia peered over Godric's shoulder as they stood in the doorway.

Amelia's mouth gaped open wide and she shook her head. How could this have happened? She didn't understand. She had helped them escape. They had been fine when that had happened.

"How?" Amelia asked, moving past Godric and letting go of his hand as she walked further into the bedroom.

Eric remained on the other side of the bed, his eyes streaming with blood. Looking over to Amelia, he almost wanted to yell at her. He wanted to blame her for what had happened. She had freed them. She had helped them escape. Perhaps if she hadn't have done that then they would still be in that place, but they wouldn't have been injected with this disease. His sister would still be fine.

"We were near the exit," Nora said, struggling for breath as she sat up on the bed and Amelia stepped closer to her. "We didn't see him approaching. We didn't see anyone…we were trying to break the door open and he injected me."

"You need blood," Amelia said, a moment of a flashback coming to her as she remembered Will. He had looked the same as Nora now did. His body had been covered in veins. He had struggled to breath. Rolling the sleeves to the green dress she wore up to her elbows, she looked to Godric. "If we can give her blood then it can buy us time. I can go back and try to find a cure."

"I…I don't think we have time for that," Nora said to Amelia and the young woman shook her head and went to sit down on the edge of the bed. She hadn't met Nora before, not the true Nora. But she knew that she meant a lot to Eric and Godric. She had to help her.

"I can bargain," Amelia said to her. "I can negotiate to get the cure…go back to them and give them what they want."

"No," Nora said before Godric could speak. All that the vampire could do was stand in the doorway and watch his child and fiancée speak. He had never imagined this happening. He never imagined his child would be killed like this.

Nora looked to Amelia and after a moment she dared to take hold of her hand. Looking her in the eye, she gasped for a sudden breath before speaking, her voice slightly shaky as she did so. "You don't owe me anything," Nora said to her. "I…I'm only upset that we never go to know each other, not properly anyway. I never meant for this to happen. I should never have done what I did to you or Godric. I was wrong and I apologise for that. I apologise for doing that."

"It is long forgotten," Amelia said with a wave of her hand. "But let me try to help you."

"No," Nora said firmly. "They won't be interested and even if they were, I don't want that. Godric…he is my maker and I love him so much and I want him to be happy and I see now. You make him happy. I am not risking that again."

"This isn't fair," Amelia said with a shake of her head. "I wanted you to escape. I needed you to escape."

"You did all that you could," Nora promised her and she squeezed her hand. "Just promise me that you'll look after him, okay? Look after Godric."

"I will," Amelia promised her and Nora smiled once, letting go of Amelia's hand.

Moving over to Godric, Amelia looked to him as he continued watching Nora. Eric was back by her bedside in an instant, kneeling in front of her as she clung onto him. Amelia touched Godric's forearm for a moment and nodded to the bed. He should be there. He needed to be there. Bending down to kiss her on the top of her head, Godric walked to the bed and sat the other side of Nora, an arm going over her shoulders to comfort her.

Amelia left the room, giving the three of them the privacy that they needed. She went back downstairs, uncertain of where to go. But she didn't need to go far. Bill was in the doorway to his office, looking to her with an intense stare. She almost startled at seeing him there, but she contained herself.

"There is a spare bedroom if you are feeling tired," Bill said to her. "Although I suspect you can't sleep."

"I'm fine," Amelia said, "thanks."

"Well, make yourself at home," Bill said to her. "I have work that I need to do."

"You know what they are doing, don't you?" Amelia asked Bill, her voice soft as he sighed and nodded his head once. "Aren't you the King? Shouldn't you be doing something?"

"I intend to," he assured her. "I just need to find out the best way to go about it. What do you know?"

"You want my inside information?

"It wouldn't hurt."

"Okay," Amelia said and followed him into his office. She would help anyway that she could, even if that meant working with Bill Compton.

…

Godric felt a piece of himself break as soon as Nora was gone. It had been quicker than he had imagined it would be, but it had been more painful. Godric had never lost a progeny before and now he only hard Eric left. Looking to his son as he stopped crying, he noted how Eric's face turned to one of thunder. Furrowing his brows, Godric wondered what was going on in the brash vampire's mind. He said nothing as Eric stormed off, leaving the room with heavy footsteps.

"Eric," Godric called after him.

But Eric was already down the stairs. He slammed the doors open the Bill's office and walked in, arms outstretched as he saw Amelia turned around in her chair to look to him. Bill stood up, sensing that something was not quite right with Eric's arrival. Godric was behind him in a matter of seconds.

"This is all your fault," Eric hissed at Amelia and she moved to her feet as he advanced towards her, glaring down at her. "She is dead because of you!"

"Eric," Godric snarled at his progeny, moving with speed towards him. He stood in front of Amelia, pressing a hand to Eric's chest to keep his distance. "You are upset. This is not her fault."

"It was her father," Eric hissed.

"And she is not her father," Godric responded, snapping loudly. "She tried to save you. She helped you escape. What happened is not her fault. Do not blame her. Do not go near her. Do you understand me?"

Eric only emitted a low growl from his throat before turning on his heel and leaving. Amelia gulped once, wondering if she had ever seen Eric look at her with so much hatred. She knew that he didn't necessarily like her, but she never thought that he could hate her.

"Come on," Godric said to Amelia, taking her by the hand, giving her no chance to resist him. He turned to look to Bill and nodded once. Bill only nodded back, sensing that everything was finished. Nora was gone.

Amelia followed Godric out of the house, struggling to keep up with his pace as her imagination ran wild. A part of her felt sick at what had just happened. She was quiet as Godric unlocked his car and held the passenger door open for Amelia. As she climbed to get in, he took hold of her waist and she looked up to him, her stare vacant and empty.

"Do not listen to him," Godric urged from her, voice soft and calming. "He is angry, Amelia. He is lashing out. You know how he is."

"I was only trying to help," Amelia said, her voice breaking slightly as she looked to Godric. "I just wanted to help, Godric."

"And you did," he said to her. "None of this is your fault, Amelia."

"I'm sorry," Amelia said to him. "I'm sorry that you lost her…"

"As am I," Godric said to Amelia and wrapped his arms around her as she embraced him back. She ran her hands up and down his back, crumpling his shirt. He placed his chin on top of her head, one hand holding the back of her head as her cheek pressed against his neck. "She was good, Amelia. She was kind…loving…everything that was good."

"I know," Amelia said, despite having only known her for a short period. But she sensed that she was a good person. She had just been misled for a short period of her life. But Godric knew people and he clearly knew Nora.

Bending down to kiss her on the top of her head, he let her go after a moment. "Let's go home."

…..

Walking into their house as the morning threatened to break, Amelia looked around. The house was still a mess after it had been raided. She sighed, knowing that she had to clean up, but that would be an issue for another day. Looking to Godric, she arched a brow as he went to place the kettle on the stove, clearly not bothered by the mess. Amelia watched him place a teabag in her mug as she stood in the kitchen, arms folded over her chest.

"Do you think it is wise for us to be here?" she asked Godric.

"I was thinking this," Godric said to her, "but if I hear any disturbance then we will flee, but I will not be scared to return to my own home."

"We need to do something," Amelia said to him. "They cannot get away with what they are doing in that place."

"I know," Godric promised her. He was slowly thinking of what he could do. He knew that there had to be something that he could do, but he was not going to rush in and be brash. That would be too dangerous. "I am thinking of something, my love."

"It was horrible," Amelia said to him, wandering to the sofa in the corner of the open planned living space. She sat down as Godric left the water to boil. Pulling her knees up to her chin, she hooked her arms around them and Godric went to sit besides her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I never thought I would see Hep V again, Godric. I didn't think that my father would ever be able to replicate it again."

"There has to be a cure," Godric said in a whisper. "Somewhere out there, there has to be a cure."

"I agree," Amelia said to him, voice small and gentle. "But he will never give it to me. Why would he?"

"I know," Godric responded and leaned his head back, closing his eyes for a moment. "A part of me feels broken, Amelia. Losing Nora…I feel like I am missing a part of myself and I do not know how to stop the pain. I never felt this."

"I don't know what to say," Amelia admitted to him, looking up to him.

"There is nothing to say," he assured her, running his thumb over her shoulder before letting his cheek rest on the top of her head. "I can do nothing for her now, Amelia. All I can do is avenge her, which is what I fully intend to do."

Amelia said nothing, wondering exactly what Godric's plan was.

….

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