Godric awoke the next night, feeling a sense of loss inside of him. He had been thinking about Nora and when he had changed her. He had lived over two thousand years and had only just turned two vampires. He had never turned anyone else or wanted to. Nora had been special. He had known that as soon as Eric had brought her to him. But now of course he had Amelia. He could potentially turn another human.
Looking to her as she slept next to him, Godric bent down and brushed her hair from her face. She didn't even stir from her sleep. She was peaceful and completely out of it. She looked completely untroubled. She had a hand stuffed under her pillow and her mouth was slightly open, threatening to drool on the pillow. Looking to the ring on her finger, Godric was glad that it was back where it belonged.
He had given it to her the night before after telling her what had happened to her former fiancé. She had been slightly shocked to begin with, but then she had agreed with Godric that he had done the right thing. She wanted Daniel to suffer for what he had done to Will. Staying in prison for years seemed like a great punishment.
Moving from the bed, Godric changed silently and went downstairs. He set about cleaning up, using his vampire speed to get the house back to how it was. He began cooking after then, sensing that Amelia would be hungry when she woke up. He was just finishing cooking her a pasta bake, considering their cupboards were on the verge of being empty, when she walked into the kitchen. She wore her long sleeved flannel pyjamas and had pulled her hair into a messy ponytail.
"You're cooking," Amelia observed, slipping down the kitchen as Godric placed the pasta in the oven to finish baking. He straightened himself up as she wrapped her arms around his waist and dropped her chin to his shoulder. "You know, I might just have to marry you."
Godric's lips arched at hearing her speak like that. "You might," he agreed with her and she kissed him on the cheek before turning to face him and he ran his hands along her shoulders, looking down to her with a soft gaze. "Did you sleep well?"
"Well enough," she said to him. "Obviously I kept thinking about what we should do."
"I confess I am thinking the same thing," Godric said to her, moving quickly and wrapping his arms around her waist, hauling her upwards until she was sat on the worktop counter. She ran her hands through his hair as he kept his on her waist, stepping in between her legs. "They cannot be allowed to get away with that facility. It is a monstrosity."
"But what do we do?" Amelia wondered from Godric. "You know that Eric turned Burrell's daughter, right?"
"I know," Godric said. "It was foolish of him to think that would change the Governor's mind, but Eric has always been slightly naïve. We need a way to stop them and I think that there is only one person who might be able to help."
"Who?"
"Bill Compton."
"Are you kidding? What can he do?"
"He is still the King," Godric said. "Plus, I believe he has taken some of Lillith's blood. If that is the case then he could be stronger and more dangerous than any other vampire."
"Jesus Christ," Amelia mumbled to herself and let her head roll back as Godric leant forwards, his cheek pressing into the hollow of her throat as he held her tightly, his body flush against hers. Amelia moved back, her cheek sitting on top of his head as she kept running her hands through his hair. "The Authority has been compromised…and now we are relying on Bill Compton."
"I don't like this anymore than you," Godric promised her and he felt her kiss the top of his head softly. "But we must do what is necessary to save the vampires in that facility."
"And Eric?"
"He is safe. I would have sensed if something was wrong," Godric promised her. "He will come back eventually. He just lashed out. He was angry."
"He is always angry with me," Amelia mumbled and Godric picked his head up and looked to her as she moved her own. He searched her gaze for a moment and shrugged.
"Eric is Eric," was all that he offered her.
"Eric is a pain in the ass," Amelia grunted. "Regardless, we should find him. He needs you."
"I know," Godric admitted as he heard the timer ding on the oven for dinner. He let go of Amelia and bent down to pull the dish out as she jumped down from the worktop. Placing the dish on the chopping board, Godric was about to grab a plate, but Amelia was already next to him with a fork, digging into the food. Arching his brow, Godric looked amused for a brief moment.
"You do not want cutlery?" he questioned her.
"Saves on washing up," Amelia shrugged, shoving a forkful of food into her mouth and then letting her eyes roll into the back of her head. After she had finished chewing that mouthful, she looked to Godric. "You know, it is really impressive how you manage to cook like this considering you don't even taste your own food."
"I see it as a skill," he responded with a sly smirk. "I should go and try to find Eric, Amelia. Would you be okay staying here for a little while?"
"Sure," Amelia said, not wanting to get in the middle of whatever was going to happen between Godric and Eric. Bending down once more, Godric pecked her on the cheek as she continued eating before squeezing her shoulder and leaving her to go and find his progeny.
….
Finding Eric had been easier than Godric had anticipated. He had found him in Fangtasia, but it turned out that he had had a visitor. Bill had been to see him after he had heard that Jessica had been taken and put into the facility. Eric knew that Bill would do anything for Jessica and Eric simply wanted revenge for what had happened in the facility. He would not let people get away with what had happened.
"If you have come here to yell at me then don't bother," Eric said to his maker as he sensed him enter the empty bar. Ginger looked to Godric as she remained stood behind the bar. She was dressed in a tight fitting black dress, her hair piled on top of her head.
"I have come here to see how you are," Godric informed him. "Although I am also inclined to yell at you for the way you spoke to Amelia."
Eric merely grunted at that moment.
"She is not to blame, Eric, and you know that. You have placed the blame on her far too often when she is innocent and has done nothing but try to help," Godric continued. "We are both hurting."
Looking to Ginger, Eric gave her a sharp nod, urging for her to leave. She tilted her head to the side and moved off into the back room. Eric folded his arms on the bar and let his head droop downwards.
"She deserved better," Godric said to him. "She deserved so much more."
"And look what she got," Eric said in a hiss.
"I know," Godric responded, "and that is why we are going to get our revenge, Eric."
Arching his brow, Eric looked to him. "Revenge? Careful, you almost sound like the old Godric."
"Someone killed Nora," Godric said, his tone slightly darker than Eric had heard it in a long time. "I have no intention of letting that go."
"I spoke with Bill," Eric said, "he still has Lillith's blood. He intends to use it to walk in the day and go and see the Governor. If he has that bitch's blood then nothing will stop him. He told me to meet him at the facility tomorrow. He will give the vampires in there his blood so that they can walk during the day too."
"And do you think he can take all of those people at once?"
"With ease," Eric responded. "You weren't there when he first took the blood, Godric. He is unstoppable. All I care about is getting Pam out."
"We will," Godric promised him. "So what do we do? We meet tomorrow as soon as the sun sets? We cannot walk in the day, Eric."
"Sounds like a plan," Eric said.
"Excellent," Godric said and nodded his head.
"She isn't to blame," Eric said, closing his eyes as he remained seated on the bar stool. He looked down, struggling to think of anything else he could do. He didn't feel like he could look at Godric while saying this. "I know that."
"You need to stop taking your anger out on her," Godric warned him. "Amelia is my fiancée now, Eric. I intend to make her my wife and have her for the rest of our days. You cannot keep talking to her as you do."
"She…she isn't all that bad," Eric admitted.
Godric's lips quirked for a moment. "How difficult was that for you to say?" he wondered.
Looking to his maker, Eric remained stoic, but he did grunt once. "Pretty difficult."
"I should go back," Godric said, clasping his hand onto Eric's shoulder. "I will see you as soon as the sun sets once again."
"Yeah," Eric agreed.
Godric began to leave, but he turned his head over his shoulder and looked back to Eric, unable to stop himself from thinking how happy his progeny might be if he too found love in his life.
…
Amelia didn't like the idea of going back to the facility, but she knew it was necessary. She had told Godric that she was going with them and, while he had initially been adamant that she was to remain at home, she had reminded him that her father was there. There was something about her reminding him of her father that made him question what she was feeling. There was a chance her father would not make it out of this alive if he fell into the wrong hands. Would she feel sorrow? Would there be any hurt? Godric didn't know. He knew that she despised him, but he was still her father.
"I know where he will be," Amelia said to Godric as she stood with both him and Eric outside of the facility. The sun had set and it was pitch black, but Amelia knew it wasn't going to be simple. The facility was surrounded by armed guards as they loitered at a safe distance. "Hiding in the middle of that building."
"Can we take all of them?" Eric asked. They had heard about Bill killing the Governor, but Sarah Newlin and Martin Jones were still in that building and in charge.
"Security has been ramped up," Godric said to Eric.
"I…I need to speak with him," Amelia said to Godric, looking to him as he remained cautious about it. He didn't know what to say to her. He didn't want her going in there. "I'll be safe, Godric. Chances are that I will be safer than you. Let me try and talk to him."
"As if that would work," Eric scoffed and looked down to her as she moved her eyes to glare at him, still not entirely thrilled with the way he had spoken about her earlier. "Your daddy will never listen to you."
"Perhaps not," Amelia sniped at him, "but I can find out what the situation is with Hep V. He will talk to me. He will never speak with you."
"You are sure?" Godric asked and Eric admitted he was shocked that his maker was considering letting her go in there. "I will come as soon as I sense something is wrong."
"I can rescue myself, Godric," Amelia said, holding onto his hand and squeezing it before kissing his cheek. "Just lay low and don't get caught."
"Solid advice," Eric mumbled sarcastically.
"Or let him get caught," Amelia said to Godric as his lips quirked for a second. "It might shut him up."
Godric bent down to kiss her one final time before she turned on her heel and moved towards the building. Amelia took a deep breath as one of the guards noted her, the other following his suit as they held their guns up. Raising her hands up in surrender, Amelia moved steadily forwards.
"I need to see my father," she called out and after a moment they lowered their weapons.
She was about to breath a sigh of relief before she felt one of the guards grab hold of her arm and haul her into the facility. She struggled to keep up with his pace, almost tripping over her own feet as she was dragged through corridors until she finally came to the control room. Grunting as the guard let go of her arm, she looked into the space to see her father and Sarah Newlin in the room, both of them stood up and looking at the white room behind the glass pane, the sight of blood in the room enough to make Amelia wince.
"Sir, we found her outside. She said she had to speak with you."
"Fine," Martin said, looking to his daughter as she rubbed her arm from where the guard had gripped it.
The door shut behind her and the three of them were left in the room. Amelia bit down on her lip as Martin moved closer to her, observing the mid length spotted dress she wore. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail and she looked almost upset at the situation she was in.
"What are you doing here, Amelia?"
"I want to know what you're doing," she said to him, voice harsh.
"What I am doing?" Martin demanded from her. "I think you owe me an explanation. You helped those two fangs escape and then you ran away. And you have the audacity to come here and demand an explanation from me?"
"Isn't it obvious why I ran off?" she asked her father. "Don't be so dense."
Raising his hand, Martin was about to move his flattened palm towards his daughter, but Amelia grabbed his wrist before he could make contact. She just managed to restrain him before using all of her might to push his hand away from her.
"No," she said to him, "never again."
Martin looked at her with a glower as Sarah Newlin continued to observe the situation.
"So what are you going to do?" Amelia demanded from her father. "I know you have Hep V."
"Oh, you are going to love it," Sarah said, clapping with glee as she went to stand besides Martin. "We are going to get rid of all of those fangs once and for all. We will deal with them completely."
"How?"
"By injecting Hep V into the Tru Blood supply," Martin said and Amelia's eyes widened in horror at hearing that and Martin almost smirked at the sight. "It will kill them all off slowly and finally we will be free of their hold…except for your beloved vampire. I have plans on what I want to do to him."
"You will go nowhere near him," Amelia said, voice full of determination. "I will not let you."
"Oh, honey," Sarah said, looking at her with pity, "you are under his spell. You need to see the truth."
"She is under no spell," Martin said with a shake of his head. "She is just a slut."
"You are not going to get away with this," Amelia said and Martin chuckled as a sudden whirling sound echoed through the compound. Sarah spun around and looked at one of the many screens on the wall.
"We have company," she said, seeing Godric and Eric making their way through the facility.
"We need to get out of here," Martin said. "Sarah, we have the cure…the supply has been infected. We need to leave."
"No," Amelia snapped, moving to stand in front of the door to stop him from going. "You are going nowhere."
Martin chuckled. "As if you are going to stop us," he said and moved to grab hold of her arm. He pulled her away from the door and pushed her off to the side, pressing her front against the wall as she gasped for breath and he twisted her arm behind her arm.
"The cure," Amelia suddenly realised as she tried to fight him from her as he reached for a handcuff that Sarah was passing him. "You said that there was a cure."
Sarah chuckled again. "Of course there is a cure," she said. "And I know where it is."
Martin placed the cuff around one of Amelia's wrist and the other around a pole of a shelf as he let her go and turned on his heel.
"So you are going to leave me here?" she demanded from her father.
"Your fang will be here shortly. He can have you…for the time being."
Amelia didn't even protest as Sarah and Martin took off, closing the door behind them and leaving Amelia alone in the room. She was about to try and slip her wrist from the cuff, but she couldn't. She tugged on it and looked around for something to try and help escape. She waited patiently, hoping that Godric would turn up soon enough.
Much to her relief, he did. The door opened and she held her breath until she saw his face enter her vision. Letting go of the breath she had inhaled, she felt slightly unsteady as Godric moved towards her. Taking hold of her by the cheek, he looked to her, once again examining her for any injuries and to ensure she was well.
"I'm fine," Amelia said before he could ask. "What is going on out there?"
"We are releasing the vampires, but we cannot find your father or Sarah Newlin."
"I don't know where they went," Amelia said. "But there is a cure for Hep V, Godric. They've injected it into Tru Blood…it's been dispatched all over the country."
"We saw on our way in," Godric said and reached for the silver cup, wincing in pain as he broke it from her wrist, tossing it to the side. "But there is a cure? Where?"
"Sarah Newlin has it," Amelia said to him. "We need to find her."
Taking hold of his hand, Amelia was about to rush off, but Godric remained still. He was rooted to the floor, seemingly unable to move or walk away. Looking at him, Amelia frowned as she swore she felt him shiver in her grip.
"Godric?" she spoke his name in a soft whisper.
Looking to her, Godric spoke one name and Amelia feared the worst. "Eric."
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A/N: Do let me know what you think!
