"Belle?" Jason questioned from behind us as he came out of the police car.

Holy shit, he looks hot-stop it! Sookie's brother, Sookie's brother, Sookie's brother, Sookie's brother!

"Jason...why the heck are you wearing a police uniform? It is Halloween! Oh no did I miss it?!" I sobbed. Oh no why?! "I had such an awesome costume too. I had it all planned out-"

Jason shook his head. "What? No, it's like two weeks from now. But you've been gone for thirteen months, B."

Oh yeah...I totally forgot that I left.

"So you're with the law now," I scowled and then narrowed my eyes. "Look buddy if you came here to arrest me for all those deaths back in the 2000's then you got another thing coming!"

"No," Jason said slowly then I gasped in pain as he ran towards me and wrapped his big arms around me. I swear that the idiot had tears in his eyes. "I'm so happy that you're alive."

"You're touching my boobs," I grumbled. "I can feel your stupid nose in my boobs, Jason Stackhouse so you better release me right now or I'll hurt you. I'll give you the bluest balls alive too!"

Jason then did the most unthinkable and unfortunate thing that even caused Godric and Eric to step in (don't know why these stupid corpses didn't interrupt before, worse timing in the entire fucking world if you ask me!)...he kissed me.

I was frozen against my best friend's brother's lips as they locked tightly with mine very passionately. I don't know how it happened, but my arms managed to wrap themselves around his neck or maybe my subconscious was trying to secretly choke him and this was the best way. Ha! Good job mind! Always one step ahead of the game.

A gust of air came crashing all around me and I blinked as I saw five men all ganging up on Jason simultaneously yelling incoherently at him. I looked to Godricand Eric which the corpses decide to take upon themselves by cheering the five men who were ganging on Jason on. I growled. Look I may not like people touching me and kissing me, but I AM THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO BEAT THAT PERSON UP!

I charged forward and screamed, "Hey! Weirdos get off of him! I'm supposed to be the one to go beating up perverts!"

One of them with slicked back-oh, wait nevermind, that's Azrael. "Niece?!"

Let me just tell you that having a group of people run at you is the scariest shit in the entire world. As I ran away from them as fast as I could, I yelled out, "AAAAAHHHHHH!"

Those fuckers chased me all around the front yard! What kind of men do this shit?!

Soon they surrounded me, I looked to the corpses for help. "Hey! Help me or I will hurt you corpses!"

I puffed out my cheeks and grumbled, "Who the hell are these guys, Azrael?"

He sipped his coffee then replied, "Oh these are your uncles obviously…"

A bald guy came forward with his hands out in defense. "I'm-"

"You're bald!"

"Ra-"

"Bald."

"Rap-"

"Baldy."

"Raph-"

"You're head looks like a uncircumcised penis-"

"Raphael! Raphael! Raphael! RA-PHA-EL! My name is Raphael, not bald man, baldy or penis head-"

"Penis head," I echoed, thinking it over. "That's an awesome nickname for bald people! Oh, we so related hahaha!"

Raphael glared at me as I smiled back at him wildly. "You're such a brat, just like your mother."

A golden haired man with a huge smile came forward, laughing his ass off. "I'm Gabriel, but we've already met when I was in that bartender's body."

"Oh yeah you possessed Ginger ale's body," I remembered and smirked. "So how was it like being a woman?"

He groaned. "Ugh, I hate heels! How can you women stand them?! It's like there were knives in my feets-soft knives like pillows! The struggle is real…"

A man who honestly looked like Denzel Washington scoffed. "Do not compare yourself to a woman, you know nothing about what it feels like to be one...though I do because shark week is the worst."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "How do you-"

"I'm Uriel and it was the seventies, I was looking to experiment."

A man with long black hair tied into a ponytail stepped forward, shaking his head. "I'm Michael, niece, but Uriel, you only experienced female troubles for literally a decade-try it for all eternity then we can talk. Until then as Rachel from Friends would say 'No uterus, no opinion!'"

I tilt my head to the side as I thought aloud, "I just realized that you're a modern version of Bill Compton...how boring! You're now the Angel with the Scowl Lines! Scowl Lines 2.0!"

Everyone around me laughed as Michael's eye twitched as his fists curled when he grumbled, "Why you little-"

"Language, Mikey," Raphael teased, smiling at Michael like they were all in on some big inside joke! How rude!

"If you're going to beat up people then at least do it to the corpses since they deserve it!"

"No," they all replied simultaneously.

I rolled my eyes. "So you guys beat up humans but you won't hurt those corpses over there for all of the things that they did to my precious beautiful body?! You're logic is stupid!"

Gabriel shook his head. "It would be unwise to cause a tumble with the corpses."

I hummed and asked, "Don't care. Why can't you just kill them? They're already dead win-win."

Eric scoffed. "We're still here, witchy! I have half of a mind to put you over my knee!"

I gasped in disgust. "Ew! You know I'm not into that kind of shit, stupid course! Or role play nor will I ever be! Hey, winged bible freaks, did you know that he forced me to put on a stupid maid outfit for like months?!"

Raphael pointed at me, saying, "But you agreed to it...it says that he could in article five, section three of the agreement you made with him."

I watched in horror as my own UNCLE actually pulled out the contract that my father signed. He pointed to it, continuing, "I mean technically in court, you could say that since it was your father's signature that it would him to be the corpse's slave-"

"Servant," I corrected grumpily.

He stared at me. "Oi, don't interrupt me! Anyways before I was so rudely interrupted, you could get out of the contract by simply not signing it since you are eighteen and therefore an adult now so it wouldn't apply to you, but Daniel instead. Then again because it said you belonged to the corpse at the age of eighteen then I guess he could use that. Are you following me?"

"Um, no."

He groaned and then repeated to me like I was sort of fucking child. "Unless you signed this deal then you are free because you are now an adult and your father can't force you to do anything more."

"Well, why didn't you say that in the first place, penis head," I growled furiously at him. "It seriously confused all of the readers right now."

"What did I say about the penis head name," he growled back at me. Jeez, is someone is on shark week or what? I swear all men are either passive aggressive or aggressive drama queens…

"Blah, blah, blah, don't care," I said to him, waving my hand. I turned to Eric and Godric. "Eric, the agreement is dead. I'm free!"

"Actually, you technically did sign it," Eric informed me.

My eyes widened. No. No, he's lying! "When the fuck did this happen?"

"Remember? Godric married you and you agreed to still have the contract active so he wouldn't be able to have you."

"What?! THAT DOESN'T COUNT!"

Godric turned to me with a shocked expression. "We're married?"

I gaped at him and nodded. "How fuck did you remember everything else, but that?"

"I never said that I remembered everything. My memory was wiped clean whenever Gary stepped in," Godric replied.

"Aw, you used my nickname for your evil, darker, pervy, twisted side," I cooed.

Godric gave me a wary smile. "It was the best way to tell us apart."

Gabriel coughed very loudly which we all ignored, but then the fucker decided to blow a horn-a very loud one at that, in all of our ears. Everyone was glaring at him as he announced, "Belle, I believe today is a very special day."

"Is it my birthday?" I asked aloud. "I don't think it is."

"When is your birthday?" Eric inquired curiously.

I shrugged. "I honestly don't know. Seriously, I never know when my birthday is."

"You're horrible," Eric responded. "And forgetful too."

"Pot meet kettle, corpse!"

Eric scoffed. "I may be horrible, but I am not forgetful."

"No, you're just sadistic. You hurt me."

"When?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but I came up with nothing. When did Eric hurt me? "Oh! You gave me to Russell! See! You do hurt me!"

"I told you that I was going to let you go and if you had waited for five seconds then you would have seen that, but no. Instead you listened to a ghost. They're always full of shit!"

My hands balled into fists as I told him, "You imprisoned me."

"I never treated you badly. All I did was tell you what to do. You were partially my maid and my personal assistant. If anything you hurt me."

"WHAT?!"

How dare he say that! Stupid corpse doesn't know shit from...well, from shit!

Eric nodded with a satisfied smirk on his face. "I can give you a fucking list too."

"Name them all then!"

"Hurtful nicknames," Eric started. "Yeah those hurt! You punched me in the arm."

"You dragged me back to the mansion to clean."

"After you punched my arm. You tried to throw a sponge at me, missed, but still. Abuse!"

"To shut me up, you put a cloth in my mouth and put me over your shoulder."

"You were so loud."

"Then guess what you tied me up in a plane."

"I untied you later and it was because you kept threatening to stake me. Call it self-preservation."

"You took me to a hotel rotting with corpses all around. I could've died! Then you forced me to wear that sick, sick barely covered maid outfit!"

"You caused my hand to turn into boils."

"When you shouldn't have touched something that you weren't supposed to, corpse. Then you forced me to fly with you."

"AH, I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" Gabriel suddenly yelled as he gripped his hair. "We could literally go on for days with this crap. I have a surprise for you and….are you ready?"

"For what?"

"A PPPPPAAARRRRRTTTTTYYYY!"

Suddenly everything was decked out in party mode and I mean everything. I could hear screaming coming from the backyard as people chanted and different colored lights blared all over the place. I heard a lot of laughter that caused me to step back a little and I wanted to scream since I don't like parties. I'm anti-social as shit!

"Get this shit out of here," I whispered dangerously to my winged bible freaks uncles. I watched with a frown as people with wings started to fight earache other. "Are they Angels? How come we can see their wings?!"

Michael smiled, obviously liking the feeling of being needed. I rolled my eyes. "Well, if humans were to see our wings then they would most likely go insane from the beauty of them-HEY GET OFF OF ME!"

I laughed madly at Jason kept on poking Michael's back with his stick (not his penis, you pervs!) and asking, "Where are they?! Where are you hiding them?! How is your jacket not hulking out right now?! I'm so confused."

I watched as my uncles dragged me inside of the house as I held my arms out to the corpses and Jason, crying out, "Help me! Please I don't want to die."

"I'll rescue you," Bill said as he appeared on the lawn like the cliche of a hero that he was.

"NOT YOU, SCOWL LINES! FUCK OFF!" I screamed at the same time as Eric and Godric both yelled out, "STAY AWAY FROM BELLE!"

Talk about awkward…

"I know right," Azrael commented from the lawn chair as he sipped from his coffee mug. "Seriously, you all need to chill."

Eric, Godric, Bill, and Jason stepped forward to go inside of the house, but stupid Gabriel literally pushed them away.

"Ha ha," I said mockingly as I was about to shut the door in their faces especially in Bill and Eric's face.

Everyone was a little frightened as Eric stepped through the doorway. Neither Bill or Godric or my uncles were surprised though. "What...the...fuck?!"

Eric pulled out a set of keys, stating, "I probably should've mentioned that I own your house, Belle."

"...please tell me you are joking."

Bill shook his head. "He is not. Your uncles have been trying to convince him to give it back to you, but as you know Eric, he is stubborn."

I eyed Eric curiously then Bill. "What's the point of you telling him? He's Sheriff and you're...scowl lines."

Godric chuckled and so did Eric as Michael pointed out, "He's crawled up the ladder since your departure, niece. Bill Compton is the King of Louisiana."

I gaped at him. "You're the king? Do you make Eric jump through hoops? Do you force him to clean your clothes? Could you make him wear a kitty collar and outfit?"

"You have a sick mind," Bill muttered.

"Imagine the chaos, Bill. You could seriously use this to your advantage, Bill Compton?!"

"Abuse of power," he reminded me. Something tells me that it already crossed his mind a few times.

"Well, that's no fun. Who's your queen? Is it Sookie? Don't tell me it's-"

Bill looked shaken. "Believe me, she gave me a deal that I could not refuse, Belle."

NNNNOOO!

"So you're my new stepfather," I whispered and held a hand to my mouth. "What happened to that king in Texas?"

"She killed him," Godric answered grimly. "While he was sleeping...though she denies it. As a form of peace, she and Bill married each other."

"The horror!" I yelled out. Ugh, this is so disgusting. Scowl Lines is my stepfather! A corpse!

"It's not like we are monogamous," Bill scoffed. "Trust me, we aren't. This is a political marriage. For now until we divorce."

"What did she give you?"

Eric laughed. "Yes, Bill what did she give you?"

"Eric," Bill warned.

"Come on, just tell her."

"Eric, I command you to never tell her what Celeste gave me. You too Godric!"

Eric chuckled and Godric growled, "As you wish."

"Why did you buy my house," I ask Eric, ignoring the tension in this place.

Eric came closer and smirked. "Because if I own the house, then I am one step closer into owning you. You were gone once, Belle, I won't lose you again. I can't."

"Okay, it may have over a year for you guys, but let's remember one thing. How I feel, what I know, and my beliefs are still the same since that day. It hasn't changed. I'm still back in 2009 you guys," I reminded them with a soft smile. "Besides I'm not some doll, stupid corpse!"

"Oh really? I read our horoscopes today, witchy," Eric suddenly responded with a large grin. "A virgo and a scorpio. An intense karmic bond. The Virgo-Scorpio couple is loyal and deep, with very strong ties. Their sex is in representation of Venus. The Goddess of Love to be exact. We must be thankful of each other too. Also, it said that a scorpio can be very violent and rough to an uncomfortable virgo...not a surprise."

"HOW DARE YOU?! IF ANYTHING I'M THE INNOCENT ONE HERE!"

Eric put his hands up in defense. "I'm just telling you what it said about our relationship as a couple."

"WE AREN'T TOGETHER, CORPSE!"

Godric shook his head. "You've gone mad, my child. Belle, you should've heard the day he heard all about those stupid couple horoscopes. We have a better chance at an intelligent connection than you would have with him anyways."

"Oh no! Don't tell me that you're in on it too."

Michael shook his head. "What is wrong with your suitors?"

"I seriously don't know. I attract weirdos."

"Hey," Jason called out, clearly offended. "What about me?"

I patted his chest and gave him a sweet smile. "Don't worry, blondie. You're my favorite right about now."

"Out!" Gabriel commanded as he and Raphael came together and put their hands out to Eric who was literally dragged out of the house. Wow, I need to learn that trick because imagine what would happen if someone pissed me and then BAM! Ignore me then outta of my door. Piss me off, out of my door. Violate my precious mind, then boom out of the door you go, corpse!

I glanced around as all the angels stared at me for a moment before they bowed then started to hug me.

"You know you winged bible freaks, I think I'm starting to hate you guys," I said.

One of them questioned, "Why?"

"Because you are huggers!" I barked at them, pointing a finger at all of them. "I don't do hugs."

All of them groaned and some guy with really nice black hair asked, "Yo, Michael why did you bring a demon here?! Only demons don't hug! This is a hugging house!"

"HEY DON'T GET ANY IDEAS YOU WINGED BIBLE FREAKS! THIS IS MY HOUSE! I MAKE THE RULES, I'M GOD HERE!"

They all gasped. Oh, bite me!

"Hey, we don't do that. That's nasty talk!" Another one yelled out to me and everyone started to nod.

Azrael sighed as he looked to the ceiling for help. What a weird-oh is he trying to ask God for help? Still weird if you asked me. I noticed that whenever Azrael walked by, I mean everyone backed away from him like he was some disease. I mean the guy was the Angel of death so I guess they don't want to die…

"They consider me neither good nor bad," Azrael informed me quietly when I went to stand by him. "I could be like my father or I could be like my brother. They blame me sometimes which is why I usually keep to myself."

"Man that sucks…how's Leon?"

"He said to tell you that your life is his TV up there, your life is fun to watch apparently."

I narrowed my eyes at him as a furious expression came onto my face. "Why that little-"

"He also wants me to remind you that he can somewhat see the future."

Oh I completely forgot that he could do that. I remembered that he was able to track Godric down with Eric and tracked Hugo and Sookie with Isabel's panties. What a sicko he is sometimes, just like Eric! No wonder they used to friends before he stuck his dick into Pam.

I let out a grumble. "So what?"

Azrael smirked. "So he saw something and wanted me to warn you that tonight everything will change and you won't see it coming. You may try and fight it, but the past won't matter nor help you. Everything including a change is temporary. Good versus evil in the upcoming battle against your own where a queen will fall and someone will rise from the ashes...riddles that one he is."

"Tell him that I hate him."

Azrael let out a mighty laugh, his chest rumbling as he did so that I kind of backed away from him. I know that one thing wa clear and that was my mother will lose her war and that another will rise from her ashes.

Whoa...this story is getting too dramatic for me…

I turned to him and chucked him on the head and glared. "Enough, you drama queen! Too much drama right now, that's not how I roll, buddy!"

Azrael lifted his hand and looked about ready to hit me back onto the head, but Michael stepped in with a grim look on his face as always. "No, no fighting!"

"Yeah, Rae," Gabriel drawled out in amusement. "This is a party! Let's have some fun...like the VIRGIN SACRIFICE!"

"WHAT?!"

"Just kidding," Gabriel laughed and pushed my shoulder lightly with a large smile on his face. "Could you imagine if we did that? You would probably be sacrificed for obvious reasons."

My eyes widened as I calmed myself down and carefully reminded them all, "Not a virgin. Had sex with an abusive ex, got pregnant, then a miscarriage. End of story! Don't go siding with the corpse on this stupid subject."

Uriel stepped in and noted, "Yes, we all know that story, but traditionally at parties back in the golden age, humans would sacrifice virgins to us because of their pure blood."

"Yikes," I muttered and crossed my arms over my chest in protection. "Do you guys like you know...ever reply?"

Michael scoffed. "Of course not! What would that say about us?!"

"What abou the demons-wait, if this is a welcome party then where is my Uncle Lucifer and his demon crew," I inquired curiously before biting into a couple of strawberry and then flinging them into the background. Yup, you can bet your ass that I just littered because that's what assholes like me do.

They gave each other a look as one of the angels pushed my arm lightly and muttered, "What the heck? Littering is wrong."

"Bite. Me. You Winged Bible Freak!"

Raphael came forward and told me, "Eh, this is a angel only kind of party. No sinners allowed. Get what I mean?"

I shrugged. "I get that, but if this is what an angelic party looks like. I wonder what a demonic one looks likes. Must be a killer one…"

"Don't joke about that," Michael chided. "They really do kill people when they throw parties."

I clicked my tongue. "I think you guys may be exaggerating it a little bit. Have you ever been to one?"

They shook their heads and Gabriel replied, "That's what we heard from a friend."

I looked at all of them then rolled my eyes. "Pansies you all are. I bet they are the life of the party, they don't sacrifice people-hell they are probably a bunch of Eric and Pam's when they party. Lucifer is just as crazy most likely."

Boy, I wish that they were here right now-

I stopped thinking when I felt something horrible shiver inside of me and I could've sworn that I heard a roaring voice...Eric's voice. He was in trouble. I heard Godric's too! They're in trouble!

"I have to go," I told them quickly before grabbing a marker from my dad's old office desk and ran to a wall.

I began to draw a door, thinking of Eric and Godric when I suddenly felt nothing. Everything was blank right now...no raging emotions or the feeling of remorse. No guilt. No need for vengeance. Nothing.

I felt out of breath as I started to run into the woods. I had my broomstick already out and was now flying in a zigzag way through the woods. God, I really need to get a handle of this flying thing.

I screamed as I was suddenly knocked into a tree and everything was blurry.

"Eric? What the fuck?" He was sniffing my neck.

I glared up at his "innocent" looking face. He knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "Who are you? Why do you smell so good?"

"Eric, where is Godric?"

"Who?"

"Godric. Where is he?"

"Who is that?"

"Stop fucking with me! You know who he is, Eric?"

Eric shook his head. "Who is Eric? I don't know you."

I pushed him away and asked, "What? Are you serious right now?"

"I-I can't remember anything. All I remember is the ocean and these eyes. A spell," Eric spoke to me.

My eyes widened and I stood up. "A spell? What else?"

Eric scratched his head, wondering, "I think so. I do not remember this Godric you speak of."

I scoffed. "This is obviously a joke and next time you try to sniff me, I'll kill you."

"I'm sorry."

"You're what?"

"I am sorry."

I blinked and recovered myself quickly. "Thanks...I guess you really don't remember anything if you're apologizing to me."

Eric hunched over a little bit and gave me a wary smile. "Sorry. Again."

I rolled my eyes. "Enough with the sorry shit. It's starting to piss me off. Why are you shirtless?"

He shrugged. "I don't know."

He does wear leather pants good though. I mean look at his butt. It's better than mine.

"I think your butt is actually nice," he replied and I scoffed.

I pointed a threatening finger at him. "Hey, corpse, don't go looking at me beautiful butt."

"But you can look at mine? Where is the logic in this?"

I snarled, "I don't need logic! I can look at your butt if I want to, not that I do. I'm not a perv like you!"

"I'm not a perv," he insisted. "Am I?"

I nodded with certainty. "Yes, you are. Always trying to kiss me against my will and made me wear promiscuous outfits!"

"Oh dear," he muttered with empathy. "I'm sorry. Again. I would never...I'm sorry that I did that to you. What else did I do to you?"

"How do you have?" I joked. I nodded to the direction of my house. "Come on. I'll fix you somehow and call Pam. She'll come get you because I can't take care of you."

When I brought Eric to my house, everyone screamed when they saw him and I felt so bad after looking at his saddened face. He kept his eyes to the ground as my uncles inspected him while Gabriel called Pam.

"Well, he is sick," Michael announced. "He doesn't...feel like anything."

Uriel agreed, "His mind is blank."

I forced Eric to sit down onto the couch as I scowled at his dirty ass feet. "Great. You tracked in dirt into my precious house. What's next?"

TBC…

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! Oh, sorry Godric fans, but Godric's gone for now at least. He'll be back. Spoiler: Hecate is pissed off. Next chapter Celeste returns and there's at least two fights that happen in the process. The witches make an appearance and Belle is very triggered.

I just would like to tell you guys that I don't like abuse or any of that stuff which was why I changed this story because the first time that was all it really was and it made me feel horrible about everything. I didn't even like writing when Cooter beat Belle, but I felt I had to because it was a part of who she was and it made her stronger and so when he died, she felt free and that was the end of that. I wanted to take Godric's side a bit darker, but then I would have gotten a lot of hate reviews from you guys because I know you all love him so much.

Eric is a complicating character to do because he does shitty things and he's seriously messed up so of course I'm not going to make Belle fall in love with him because that's just not in her character and it would hypocritical of her to do so. Eric without memories is entirely different because he doesn't have all of this hate and vengeance in him. He's sweet and nice and good. She's gonna grow closer to him no matter what even though she keeps telling herself that this is the same guy who was a complete dick to her and hurt the people she cared about...but then she sees that this is a different side she's seeing, it's all so new. Same with Godric, I think Belle likes the moral side of him because he makes her into a better person kind of, his whole aspect of the world really changes her and makes her think 'wow, I never thought of it that way'.

But it's okay if you don't like the way I'm going with this story in time and whoever she ends up with because I am literally going with the flow of the story and how she can fit into all this and not ruin everything. I want it all to make sense in the end. So yeah that's about it. End of rant. Don't worry, everyone is gonna get a happy ending. Sad endings are horrible. I hoped you liked this chapter.

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