Chapter 8
"So Godric is here, and Eric sent you guys to get information?" I asked without looking at either of them. The leader of the church, a short stringy beady-eyed guy named Steve Newlin had just left the room in a huff after pontificating about the wrongfulness of vampires and their allegiant. Sookie and the man she came here with, Hugo, had been arguing for the entire night, and finally settled down after the wayward preacher left the room.
We'd been awake all night, and there was no sign of anyone coming to get us. Sookie replied moments later, "Yeah, Eric thought I would be able to hear of where they were keeping Godric, and how they got him."
"From their minds, because you can read them?"
Her southern drawl sounded tired and bored, "Yup."
Continuing with my questions I asked, "So someone told the Fellowship we were all coming, and now we're stuck here. Because some jerk sold us all out to the Fellowship about our plan to free the vampire that they stole?" The silence told me that Sookie was probably nodding.
I started to count the ceiling tiles again, I already knew there were 96 in the cramped area we were in, but I figured counting them again might help pass the time. "Eric hasn't been looking for me?" I hoped my voice sounded as dismissive as I wanted.
"Nope, he thought that you got here and tried to get away from him. He said he would look for you when this was all over," Sookie replied. Me meaning nothing to Eric didn't seem to hurt, but there was a part of the back of my brain sure that he was frantically looking for Sookie Stackhouse right this second.
Snapping my neck up I paused, "And you," I started pointing to the frantic brunette man in the corner, "You're dating a vampire so they sent you here too? Are you any sort of special," I leaned up on my elbows to make sure to give and receive eye contact, "or are you just doing this for your girlfriend?" This seemed to make him sweat even more. The minute he'd gotten into the cell he was nervous, saying it was about the space. But my gut told me something different, it was the lack of control in his eyes.
Suddenly popping up, Hugo ran towards the fencing screaming about being let out. Desperate to go to the bathroom. He didn't need to go, I knew that for a fact. Kindly offering him a bottle Sookie grabbed his arm and froze. The blonde had wide eyes for a few seconds and immediately backed away from the man.
"You, you're the traitor," Sookie stated. Well, that makes sense.
Hugo sat quietly on a box, before trying to explain himself to Sookie, more than I. He explained how he knew that his lady vampire was just using him, and he was nothing more than a prize to her. He went to The Fellowship because the vampires care little about humans and solely about themselves. To be honest, I could see where he was coming from. Besides Bill, I'd never met a vampire who gave any shits about humans.
Sookie wasn't having it, and reminded him that he was stuck in the cage with us causing him to yell, "Gabe! Gabe! They know! Get me out of here," he was getting frantic as he started to yell, "Come on! Let me out!"
"That blows man. Guess you're a piece of shit to both sides. " There was no sympathy in my voice. He was the reason I was stuck in this basement, with no way out.
We continued to sit in the welcomed silence. Eric nor Bill had shown up yet, and the idea that Godric was actually in The Fellowship was becoming more and more distant.
Except when a figure started to stomp down the stairs we all became painfully alert. Clearly human, because a vampire would be able to snap our necks before we even knew it was in the room. Hugo ran to the door of the cage when the bald muscular man came into sight. "Gabe, Gabe. You need to get me out of here. They know," The muscular man ignored Hugo's pleas. He seemed a little beat up, and his eyes were dead set on Sookie.
Opening the door, he immediately threw Hugo down with a punch to the face, and got him out of the way with a quick toss of his body. On the ground, Hugo's eyes were closed. Useless. Stepping in front of Sookie, I tried to push the burly man back, but by grabbing my neck, he briefly pulled my feet off the ground and tossed me back down. My body hit the floor with a sharp smack, and my head hit the corner of a box.
Pushing myself up, I lunged back towards Sookie as she screamed. Gabe had his meaty hands around her small neck, pushing his legs between hers trying to widen them. Gabe started to wetly shout, "You whore! You and your shitty brother think you can make an asshole out of me, huh?" Sookie tried to push his pudgy face back, but his grip started to get tighter around her throat.
I pulled his shoulders back, loosening his grip on the blonde waitress. His glare was set on me as he reached around and pulled me towards his front. Sookie continued to scream in the corner for help as I was pushed towards the ground under this idiotic giant. He started to grab my jean buttons and pull them off. Throwing punches up was useless with eyes closed, and I fruitlessly tried to make contact with my fists. It didn't work. He was much stronger.
But suddenly the weight was off of my hips. He was gone. Sookie's ear-piercing screams stopped. A young man with a light angelic face held him up by the neck. And soon snapped it.
I stared at the body while Sookie talked to this merciless man. My ears rang and I looked from my attacker's lifeless eyes towards my jeans ripped down the front. Noise didn't infiltrate my thoughts until I finally looked away from the dead man. In my distracted haze I hadn't noticed anyone entering the basement. But he was here. Near me.
Eric kneeled solemnly in front of the young vampire. Within Eric's eyes only two emotions showed: relief and utter respect. The bond between them was more than just friends who had known each other through the centuries.
This young man was his maker.
The reason that Eric was so hell bent on going to Texas was because his maker was missing. It wasn't just some vampire business, this was 100% personal to the Viking. I tuned back into the conversation when Eric asked, "When was the last time you fed?"
"I require very little blood anymore," Godric answered quietly, keeping his impassive gaze. His pale complexion made his dark and simple tattoos pop from where they showed on his skin. The way he looked down at Eric looked disappointed. Did he not want to be found?
An alarm sounded from around the room as lights flashed. Looking up at Sookie, she nodded at me before helping me onto my feet. We continued to hold hands as the vampires in front of us argued.
"Save the humans." Godric commanded.
"I will not leave you," Eric disagreed unmoving from the floor.
Sookie and I started towards the door, leaving Eric and Godric in the cage. If Eric didn't believe in me, I didn't want his help anyway. "Which way out?" We started up the stairs.
"This way," an annoyed gruff voice called from behind us. Grabbing onto Sookie, Eric led us up the rest of the stairs and into a hallway filled with people evacuating. "I can have us out in seconds," Eric murmured as he stared at the groups of women and children trying to hide. They were all dressed in pajamas. Eric on the other hand would stick out like a sore thumb with his slicked back hair and tough looking leather jacket.
Scoffing, I listened to Sookie disagree with him attacking children. He looked back, as if suddenly noticing I was there. "These people wouldn't hesitate hurting us," I growled. I was starving, thirsty and in a shitty move, so sue me.
"Why isn't Bill here? He would get us out," Sookie asked in a snotty tone. Her voice matched her Sunday church dress and matching pearls.
Eric again ignored me to look at her, "Because he would attack everyone here to save you," He seethed.
She retorted, "And you wouldn't?" Oh Jesus Christ almighty. I turned away from them both and started to look around the corner at the feeble looking men with guns. With the groups of children and women coming to an end it seemed like the men were all that was left in front of us to contend with. They looked untrained and easy to take down if we had a plan. "He's your maker," Sookie stated.
"Don't use words you don't understand," Eric growled. Clearly Godric was a touchy subject.
She smiled slightly and moved forward, "You have a lot of love for him."
"Don't use words I don't understand," Eric replied and continued to stare at Sookie. It was as if they were in their own little world.
"Can you guys stop flirting and focus on getting us the fuck out of here?" With a hand on my hip and my head cocked to the side, I waited for their answer. Eric leaned slightly into Sookie and walked past me towards the guards.
Watching Eric interact and try to fool the humans into thinking he was one of them was strange. But was clearly ineffective as a stake was raised to his back by a middle aged human. Without hesitation I ran towards the man and tackled him down with all of my body weight. The stake point landed inside my arm, causing me to yelp out in pain. Eric pushed the rest of the men back before waiting for Sookie to join him.
Sookie led us towards the chapel entrance. And there was Steve Newlin. The church seemed normal. It had wooden pews filled with prayer and song books. Stained glass windows let in the soft moon light. But the man in the front of the room was proof that this place wasn't holy. It was filled with hate.
Soon enough we were surrounded by human followers of the Fellowship who held a plethora of stakes and silver. We were fucked. Sookie called out, "The vampire you were holding got away!"
"Any vampire will do for our celebration, and we've got one right here." Eric nodded and stepped slowly towards Steve who stood confidently on the altar.
Looking furiously from the mob, to Steve to Sookie, I growled, "We can't let him do this. This is bullshit." Sookie let out her 10th small scream of the night as Eric laid on the table. As the members covered Eric in silver caused Eric to hiss, but not scream out in pain. The soft sizzling of his pale skin echoed through the walls of the church as the metal burned through his flesh.
Hands in fists, I tried to keep myself calm by pressing my nails into my palm. The pain in my hands seemed to soothe my anger for a moment, and distract myself from the gaping hole in my upper arm. The sizzling of Eric's skin intensified as he spoke, sacrificing himself for ourselves and Godric. I couldn't take watching him expense himself anymore. With no thought, I used my good arm to lash out a fist towards the man closest to me. My fingers cracked violently against his face, causing him to drop immediately, giving me the chance to grab his gun.
Although I had a weapon, I was still outnumbered by all of these untrained maniacs. Their weapons were held high and their voices were loud with threats of going to hell. However, a crash succumbed the crowd to silence as a single vampire ran into the room, "Sookie!" Bill yelled towards his blonde girlfriend. Behind him enters tens more vampires that I had yet to meet.
I don't get to see the end of this confrontation as at that moment a gun backing is thrust at the bass of my head, causing me to pass out.
My head screamed in displeasure when I opened my eyes. Flipping my feet off of the unfamiliar bed caused my back to crack and my brain to feel as if it were on a roller coaster. It took a few pushes but I finally got myself into a standing position. Looking down, it was obvious that someone had changed me out of my ripped jeans and into comfortable yoga pants, as I hadn't done it.
Where was I now? Was I still stuck in The Fellowship of the Sun? Or did someone get me out of there and bring me to wherever I am? Steps feeling sluggish and heavy, it took me longer than it should have to make my way out of the small bedroom and into the empty hallway. I was in a house, that was for sure. Passing doors leading to bedrooms and bathrooms made me more comfortable with my surrounding. Quiet chatter reached my ears the closer I got to the stairway at the end of the hallway.
Without hesitation I made my way to the lower level of the house. Vampires everywhere. They were conversing as if this was a cocktail party. Casual jokes flying through the air making an aroma of comfort and pleasure palatable as I entered. Many different tongues were spoken, but a common theme was a southern accent throughout the room. Passing by so many groups of vampires made me realize I didn't know a single one of them.
Until I saw a tall patch of blonde hair by the fireplace. Getting closer I could see he was in a conversation with someone who looked like Jason Stackhouse, Sookie's brother. Which wouldn't make sense, because why would Jason be in the middle of Texas? Was I back in Louisiana? I must have missed something between being kidnapped and passing out tonight.
Getting closer I silently appreciated Eric's broad shoulders in his black tank top. His skin seemed to illuminate now that he had saved his maker and Sookie Stackhouse in one night. How great for him.
About to turn around, I was stopped by the devil himself. Unfortunately, that role has already been filled in my life. "How's your head?" Eric asked in a low voice. Like he was embarrassed to speak to me. His figure stooped in front of me, blocking my passage.
"I'm seeing a few doubles, but I'll be fine."
He peered down at me in what felt like the first time since we'd been together in Shreveport. "You got hit hard. I'm surprised you're up right now," his stormy eyes made me uncomfortable, and confused at this moment, "But then again, you always surprise me."
Feeling eyes on me, I looked to my left to see Godric, still in his white outfit, sitting in a white chair with a line of vampires in front of him, waiting for his attention. His strong dark gaze however, was on me and his tall progeny. Distracted from Eric's intimidation, I decided to say what I was really thinking, "You thought I ran away from you?"
The vampire in front of me had rings of red around his eyes, clear that he hadn't been sleeping so well due to his missing maker. The red made the blues of his eyes seem more powerful and drawing to the onlooker. Although he had been covered in blood and chains a few hours ago, not a blonde hair was out of place. His mouth however, the normal red stained lips, dropped open at my question.
He didn't answer right away. I took the moment for my own.
"If Sookie hadn't ended up getting captured with me, you would have never come. I would have been trapped in that basement for weeks, maybe months!" I stepped closer to him. My voice was low, but I was sure that any vampire near us could hear my aggression, "Thanks to your selfishness, and apparent obsession with Sookie, I had been left there to get nearly raped by Steve Newlin's lackey. Thanks for the fucking protection." His face was blank.
Nothing but facial features set in stone. Turning away, I left the room away from Eric's gaze and Godric's as a female vampire walked into the house with Hugo, injured, trailing behind her.
Sitting in the small modern bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror for the first time in days. My usually tame chocolate hair was frizzy and knotted with blood. Over my left eye was a dark bruise from fighting with Gabe earlier in the evening. The pain didn't set in for that yet, and I was hoping it wouldn't. The red handprints on my throat however felt sore and were getting darker by the hour. And finally my eyes landed on the hole in my upper arm. No one had bothered to bandage it, so I could see the blood still seeping slowly out of the half-dollar sized wound. Cursing silently I knew that needed stitches, and I wasn't looking forward to getting them. It's funny that Eric could throw such a tantrum about bruises on my arm, but didn't mention the rest of my injuries. He really must be sick of me, huh.
Well, there goes my job. It wasn't fun or anything, and the first two days were traumatizing, but it least it got me out of the house? Maybe Eric won't have any interest in me again, and I'll be free to do as I please. Stomach sinking, the realizition came to me. No Eric, meant no protection. Don't get me wrong I didn't originally want any of this vampire's help or attention, but knowing that I'd be left in my house with nothing to block me from Zander made me want to throw up.
Without Eric Northman, I was as good as dead.
I AM SO SORRY.
I'm going to be completely honest, I thought I'd posted this while drunk last week, and I didn't hear anything on it. So I came to check today, and it wasn't here, and my drunk persona had ruined the saved chapter, so I needed to edit it today. I'm the worst I know. My bad.
Another chapter coming soon because I feel guilty.
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