The evening passed by fast and was still no closer to convincing Godric to leave. It seems though that he has gathered a motion of running his hands up the back of my thighs and over my buttocks to my back, especially while we are talking. He told me more detail about his life as a Sheriff of area 9, and the vampires he works with, and how they are still working on perfecting the Tru Blood taste.
"Do it again", Godric says breaking the silence, after a while.
"What?" I asked confused as to what Godric was telling me to do.
"That thing that you did the other day when you healed me". He says.
Oh.
He wants me to touch my chi with his. "Ok". I say. My back is to his front as we sit in the cage, myself sat between his legs, his hands lay on the top of my thighs, rubbing small circles into my skin. I close my eyes and place my hands on his forearms and focus. I begin to feel a calming sensation wash over my body as I feel my own life force, and gently approach his, it really does seem never-ending and so welcoming. It seems so light and vibrant yet has a sense of calmness to it which portrays his age. My life force slowly seems to approach further to his and follow his with what seems like little licks and pokes to test it. When I do Godric lets out a purr that seems to reverberate through his whole body. I let out a giggle, and continue to further prod his chi with my own trying to get him to open up and let me further in. After a certain caress I could feel Godric getting aroused as he sat behind me. I guess it would have that affect. After a long lick of my chi against his, his fangs pop down and he pulls away rather fast from me.
"Sorry" Godric says between breaths. His body heaving yet frozen at the same time.
"Its natural reaction I suppose" I say slightly embarrassed a tint of blush covering my cheeks.
"No, it's ok. I just didn't want to scare you." He says, as his tries to retract his fangs and lets out a growl when they stay out. I let out a giggle at his obvious annoyance, and slowly begin to pull my chi away from his however Godric moving away broke most of the connection.
"Come, sit back down Godric" I say as I can see his obvious discomfort, especially since he is only wearing white linens. I try and keep my eyes above his waist. But gosh he is definitely blessed in that department. I spend the rest of the night calmly stroking my chi against his wary as we spoke about anything and everything.
But at last the time came at 4am, where it was time for me to leave. I gathered my things and the empty bottle of Tru blood and put them in my bag.
"I really don't want to leave you." I sigh as I slowly slid the cage door closed. He sat still in the middle, with his usual calm look upon his face. The chains which were removed the previous night still laid off to the side.
"Do not worry about me child. It will all work out, now leave." He says with a quirk to his beautiful lips.
I sigh and lock the gate before slowly turning my back to him and making my way up the stairs. I have just under a week till the Lock-In which I am presuming will be the death of my vampire. I have no time to waste, if he will not leave willingly, hopefully his child will be able to convince him.
*Sunday Morning*
I slept in this morning straight through my alarm, and instead of the beeping I awoke to banging on my door.
"Annabella" Sarah shouted through my door. I pulled the covers further up to cover my head.
"Annabella" Sarah yelled again followed by more several bangs on my door.
"Coming" I say and push the covers back, still in the clothes I saw Godric in. I make my way to the door and unlock it, opening the door to a bright eyed bushy tailed aunt Sarah.
"Come on quick get ready we are going to be late". Sarah says, "we are getting some visitors today, who are wanting to hold their wedding at our Church. I want you to come with me."
Great. I rolled my eyes and moved back into my room, my door open. Sarah moves in and comes to sit on my bed as I head towards my closet.
"They seem like a nice couple from what Steve was telling me." I saw Sarah's eyes glance towards the bin under my desk which contains the empty Tru blood bottle. She doesn't say anything as she stands up from my bed and heads towards my door. I play oblivious to her looking at the bin. Perhaps she didn't see it.
"Well, hurry up and I will see you downstairs." With that she closes my door and I let out a sigh of relief. Crap. Perhaps she did see it. I am so doomed. I must have been too tired last night and not thinking straight to put the bottle in the big bin downstairs. I grab the empty bottle and shove it in my bag with my phone and purse.
Choosing my outfit, with the weather looking sunny as per usual, I go for a black dress with gladiator sandals to match. The address of Fangtasia has been typed into my phone so the note remains scrunched up in the bin. After I have gathered all my things and my morning routine is complete, I make my way downstairs.
Steve seems to have already left, which left Sarah stood in the kitchen with the kettle boiling. Cup of Tea sounds lovely to me. I grab the cups out of the cupboard and grab the tea bags. Making a cup of tea for myself and Sarah. Sarah had still yet to say anything in regards to the empty bottle of Tru blood in my bin.
"Sarah are you feeling OK?" I inquire. I would rather she just come out and say that she says the bottle instead of letting me stew, however if I bring it up I run the risk that she perhaps never saw it in the first place.
I let out a Sigh, as Sarah remains looking out the window. I move my hand in front of her eyes to break her out of her reverie.
"Hey, are you ready to go?" Sarah says back; however, I move the cup of tea to the table.
"Sit" I say, as a request, I can tell something is bothering her, although I am internally dreading what she is going to say, I would rather she come out with it already.
"What's on your mind?" I ask. Time to prod.
"Nothing for you to worry your little head about." She says with a small smile and brings the cup of tea up to her lips.
There reminds an eerie silence between us, as we finished up our drinks. My thoughts filled with Godric and getting him out of there.
"So, are you nearly ready for us to go meet our guests" Sarah says as she finishes up her cup of tea.
I nod my head and empty the rest of my tea in the sink before rinsing and putting my cup on the side.
"Sure" I say.
*MMH*
It was about 10 when we pulled up to the church Sarah made her way out of the car towards the church, most likely to go find Steve. I stepped aside, before remembering that I did not have long before the Lock-In. I step aside and head into the woods, not needing to worry about Sarah coming to look for me. She will busy dealing with the visitors to the church. I take my phone out of my pocket and dial the number to call Fangtasia. Highly doubting anyone will answer due to the time but considering the rest of the time Sarah will want me to portray the perfect child. I would rather run the risk of leaving a message.
I call the number, and the phone rang... and continued to ring. After reaching the voicemail I was about to hang up when a female voice answered.
"Hello. This is Ginger from Fangtasia." A high-pitched voice answered.
"Erm... Yeah. Hi. I'm Annabella, I was wondering if there is an Eric Northman there. I have some important information. " I say. There was some rustle on the phone, before Ginger spoke again.
"Eric is not here right now, can I take a message." She replies.
Well I can't exactly say over the phone. Yes, your maker is going to burn on Saturday and I need your help to get him to leave. Crap.
"It is really quite personal, is there any way I can contact him." I plead with her.
"Well, I am not really meant to provide anything, but I can give you his number. Just don't tell him it was me." She says.
I let out a breath. She reads the number out to me and I write it down on my phone, while putting my phone on speaker.
"Perfect thank you Ginger. " I say and end the call.
After the number is saved in my phone, I begin to head back towards the church. Passing by was a load of guys building what looked like some sort of stage. Rolling my eyes, I continue to walk pass, Sarah or Steve will probably be arranging some sort of performance in relation to God most likely.