Her ears rang. She couldn't hear anything other than the ringing in her ears. Kyries other senses seemed dulled down. She couldn't feel anything or see. She felt panic rise up in her as she wondered remotely if she had met the true death. The ringing began to subside slightly. She realized there was a thick layer of dust covering the air due to the explosion tearing the house apart. There was a weight on her body that seemed to be pinning her down.
Kyrie blinked a few times realizing that it was Godric. He gave a few coughs before some of the weight lifted off from her torso as he readjusted himself. She felt his hands on her face as his came into her view. She hadn't even realized that she was staring off to the side.
"Kyrie. My Kyrie, are you alright?" He asked his voice thick with dust and emotion. She gave a few quick nods of her head and allowed Godric to assist her with standing up. It was then she heard the screams and cries of the injured and dying. The dust made it hard to see but the coppery smell of blood, vampire and human, hung around them. It mingled together and was mixed with the smell of chemicals along with burnt flesh. If she could have retched she would have.
Isabella flew to the aide of several people checking the dying and grabbing shrapnel out of wounds. It was a scene she had never experienced before. Not any battle field they had come across could have prepared her for what laid before her in that moment. Blood smeared the walls, body parts lay around scattered as if a careless child had strewn them around the room. There were many people who were injured and yet she couldn't bring herself to leave Godrics side.
She clung to him as he stood stoically in the middle of what had been the living room a few moments before. He was breathing, heavily. She swore that she could hear his heart pounding before realizing it was that of the few humans who had been spared from the blast.
"You should say something." She said softly to her maker hearing the shakiness in her voice. Godric remained silent only staring at his surroundings.
"Godric. I have made contact with the Hotel Camilla. They are making emergency preparations for us." Isabella said as she came up next to them. Still Godric remained where he was. Kyrie gave him a small nudge causing him to glance over at her. The glaze over his eyes seemed to clear as he nodded in agreement. He cleared his throat a few times unable to seem to gather the strength to voice the information.
"Everyone, please!" Isabella called out to get the groups attention. People ignored her milling around still clearly in shock.
"Hey! Ya'll listen up!" The Stackhouse man shouted getting the attention of those in the room.
"They may come back." Godric said finding his words. "Go to the Hotel Camilla, they have been alerted. Security's in place." The injured began to walk past them towards the door. Kyrie could see and smell the wounds of the people as some were assisted out. She swallowed hard feeling the shock wear off somewhat.
She looked to Godric. He stared around the room nodding his head to himself a few times as if coming to terms with something. Kyrie took his hand and placed her palm against his cheek. She brought his gaze to hers and gave a small sad smirk despite her best efforts not to.
"We should go as well." She said in a voice that she barely recognized. Godric gave a nod and took her arm.
"Come Kyrie. Lets." He stated simply leading her away. Eric followed them out proclaiming that he would drive.
"Are you injured a vic?" Kyrie asked after sometime had passed. The drive wasn't far from the house but for some reason it seemed like an eternity even in the back of Eric's sport car.
"No mama. I'm fine." He replied glancing in the rear view mirror at the two of them. "Are you both alright?"
Kyrie didn't answer as she gripped Godrics hand tightly feeling a small squeeze back knowing it was only a physical response to her own action. She stared out the window feeling small and frightened. Something awful was going to happen, something terrible just had undoubtedly, but something more was to come. Events that she felt maybe she had dreamed of long before but she couldn't quite place. One thing she knew for certain was that Godric, her maker, was lost to her.
Once at the hotel Eric checked them all in and they were quickly escorted into the private elevator more or less away from the prying eyes of the other guests. Kyrie knew the authority had been alerted, it was only a matter of time before they would be questioned. They were led to their rooms and informed to shower and change, clothes had been provided. Once that was settled Kyrie combed through her hair with her fingers as she dried it.
Their escort was waiting outside of the room and brought them to a small conference room on the lower level. Before long Isabella joined them as well as Eric and William. His human companion Sookie Stackhouse was with him. The fire crackled in the hearth but offered no comfort as silence seemed to consume the room. Kyrie sat between Godric and Isabella as the seconds went by giving way to a few minutes.
The door opened as Nan Flanagan walked in. She sat down clearing her throat and squared her gaze on Godric. She quickly scanned around the room taking in everyone that was there. She was irritated and uptight, as usual it seemed, only more so than what Kyrie could ever remember her being.
"Do you have any fucking idea of the PR mess you've made?! And who has to fucking clean that shit up? Me! Not you, me!" She nearly shouted. "I should drain every one of you bastards."
"Stan went to the church on his own." Eric quipped back. "None of us knew anything about it."
"Oh really, because everyone who met Stan in the last three hundred years knew he had a kink about slaughtering humans but you; his nest mates, his Sherriff…had no clue?" Nan replied back quickly once again scanning around the room. Kyrie gritted her teeth down in an attempt to bite her tongue. Stan's behavior had always been hard to control but no one was privy to it outside of the house. It had been subdued by Godric. Kyrie wasn't sure what trouble he had caused before he met the true death but did remember his agitation.
"And how were we supposed to know this time he meant it?" Isabella said back.
"Not my problem. Yours." Nan stated her eyes falling back on Godric. Kyrie threw her own glare at Nan feeling anger bubble up inside of her.
"Don't talk to him that way." She said slowly to prevent herself from shouting.
"Don't talk to me that way Ms. MacShire." Nan chided. "Lets get to the point, how they managed to abduct you."
"They would have taken one of us sooner or later." Godric began. "I offered myself." Kyrie felt the shift in Eric's position as he realized what Kyrie had feared all along. She felt her shoulders slump somewhat and her eye lids closed not wanting to hear him speak another word.
"Why?" Nan asked sharply.
"Why not?" Godric questioned back quickly.
"They wanted you to meet the sun and you were willing?" She wondered in almost awe as if she were talking with a stupid child. Maybe that was how she saw him despite the centuries more he had over her.
"What do you think?" He asked back. Kyrie bit down on her tongue hard enough to break the flesh feeling it heal almost immediately.
"I think you're out of your mind." Nan stated. "And then I hear about a traitor?"
"It was irrelevant. Only a rumor." Godric said with certainty in his voice. "I'll take full responsibility."
"You bet you will." Nan replied.
"You cold bitch." Eric said glaring at her.
"Listen. This is a national vampire disaster and nobody at the top has any sympathy for any of you." Nan quipped. "Sherriff, you fucked up, you're fired."
"I agree." Godric said nodding his head in the process. "Of course. Isabelle should take over. She had no part in my disgrace."
"Godric, fight back." Isabelle said in disbelief.
"What are you saying? She's a bureaucrat! You don't have to take shit from her!" Eric shouted.
"Do you want to lose your area Viking?" Nan asked threating.
"You don't have that kind of power." Eric replied.
"Hey, I'm on T.V. Try me." She said with a faux smile.
"I'm to blame!" Kyrie shouted at Nan. "I should have contained Stan the second Godric went missing!"
"Kyrie." Godric said simply with an authority towards her that she hadn't heard in a long time. "I remove myself from all positions of authority."
"Works for me." Nan stated smugly.
"Sookie. Sookie." William said from his seat across from them. Kyrie watched as Sookie positioned herself more forward in her seat as William grabbed at her arm gently.
"I owe him." She said softly. "Ms. Flanagan, Godric rescued me from a really large rapist who probably would have killed me too."
"That's nice." Nan said uninterested. "Moving on."
"No." Sookie interjected. "Listen and then he rescued humans in that church plus a whole lot of vampires. Think it's a PR mess now? It could have been a hundred, million times worse. You should thank him."
"For getting kidnapped? For attracting a suicide bomber? For piss poor judgement? I think not." Nan quipped back at her sternly. In a shot Eric stood followed by Eric and Isabelle. In that moment Kyrie would have let Eric gut her.
"Don't!" Isabelle grasped onto him.
"Eric." Godric said sternly. "Doesn't matter."
"Tell me about the bombing please. Every single detail." Nan said sounding more professional than she had since she entered the room. Godric began to recount the few moments before the human had arrived and the moments after.
Kyrie stared at the floor wanting nothing more than for it to over. She remembered what Godric had told her earlier in the night, he was tired…at that moment she felt it as well. The centuries that she had lived felt as if they were closing in on her again. All she wanted to do was go back to her bedroom and hide.
"What a fucking fiasco." Nan stated when he had finished speaking. "You're lucky I don't send you all to the magister. Godric come to my suite and fill out the forms."
"Soon. First I have something to say." He replied. "I'm sorry. I apologize for all the harm I've caused. All our lost ones, human and vampire. I will make amends. I swear."
"Take it easy. It's just a few signatures." Nan said patting him on the shoulder a few times. Kyrie felt frozen in her seat. For the first time she could ever remember she truly felt like a corpse. The fact that she wasn't breathing at the moment made her feel no better. The iciness in her body made her rigid and stiff.
"Come Kyrie." Godric said grasping her hand and pulling her to her feet. Eric stood as well coming closer to them.
"No." He said defiantly.
"Look in my heart." Godric replied.
"You have to listen to me." Eric interjected.
"There's nothing to say." He stated.
"There is." Eric stated.
"On the roof." Godric said relenting. He gripped Kyries hand tightly and guided her out of the room. They walked in silence. Kyrie stared straight ahead not truly registering her surroundings. A pain in her chest was beginning to take hold that she had never felt before. She placed a hand against where her heart lay still as they ascended the flight of stairs that led them to the roof. The city lights shone as the sky changed from the endless onyx to a midnight blue. It would be sunrise soon.
"Oh Kyrie. My Kyrie." Godric said as they stood side by side still holding hands.
"Godric, my Godric." She replied in a whisper.
"Godric. It's not time yet. There's still so much that you can do." Eric shouted as he made his way over to them.
"Two thousand years is enough." Godric replied.
"I can't accept this. It's insanity." Eric said.
"Our existence is insanity." Godric stated turning to face their progeny. "We don't belong here."
"But we are here!" Eric yelled.
"It's not right. We are not right." Godric said.
"You taught us there is no right or wrong. There is only survival or death." Eric said.
"I told a lie, as it turns out." He stated with air of sadness in his tone.
"I will keep you alive by force!" Eric said angrily.
"Even if you could, why would you be so cruel?" Godric asked sounding almost childish. Kyrie felt as if she were suddenly awake. Her senses were heightened once again as her mind tuned back into the situation around her. Godric was planning to meet the true death.
"Godric, don't do it." Eric said in his old tongue.
"There are centuries of love and faith between us." He replied. Kyrie felt herself crumple to the ground still gripping onto Godrics hand.
"Please, please." She felt the tears finally come as her voice stuck in her throat. She didn't even realize she was speaking in her own native language. The sob that she heard rip from Erics throat was one she had never expected to hear from him as he to fell to the ground at their makers feet. They both sobbed allowing their tears to fall in bloody rivulets down their cheeks.
"Father, brother, son." Godric said as they pleaded with him. "Let me go." Kyrie brought her gaze up to her maker, her Godric, her everything and stood quickly linking her arm with his.
"I won't let you die alone." She said wanting nothing more than to see the sun rise with Godric.
"Yes you will." Godric stated.
"But I…I want to…to go with you…Godric, my Godric." Kyrie replied placing her forehead against his. Eric let out another pained sob as Godric wrapped an arm around Kyries waist and held Erics head up to where he could meet his gaze. Kyrie rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
"Kyrie, as your maker I command you." Godric said. "Eric, as your maker I command you." For Kyrie she had no choice while Eric sat motionless for a few moments.
"Eric, as your maker I command you to go." Kyrie reiterated grasping at her son as she unwillingly walked away. She tried to look behind her at Godric but was unable to. His command had been clear. It was his good-bye.
"I'll stay with him." Sookie said as they walked by. Kyrie hadn't even noticed that she had gone up to the roof. She had seen the entire exchange. She couldn't help but feel some jealousy and anger with the human woman for watching the moment that she had no right to and could never possibly understand but at the same time was relieved that in the end Godric wouldn't be alone.
Eric and Kyrie made their way down the stairs to the floor. The door behind them shut. Kyrie made it halfway down the hallway before she fell against the wall and collapsed in a heap. Eric continued walking either unaware or uncaring as to her current state. She hit her head against the wall a few times feeling more tears fall staining her clothes.
She was certain at any given moment the door would open and Godric would be there. He would apologize for making a scene and they would go to ground, together. She would rest peacefully in her makers arms, Erics too, just as they had done for so long. The three of them would be together. They had always been together. Who were they without Godric.
The door did eventually open. It was Sookie who came down the hall. Only Sookie. She knelt down in front of Kyrie holding onto the light shirt Godric had been wearing. She stared at the human woman as she placed the fabric in her hands.
"I thought maybe you'd wanna have this." She said softly.
"Did he…did he say anything to you?" Kyrie asked.
"He asked me if I thought God would punish him." Sookie replied. "I told him that God doesn't punish, God forgives because that's the honest truth."
"Godric and I have done many things over the years that in time we have come to regret." Kyrie said. "Him more than I it would seem."
"Kyrie, do you need anything sweetie?" Sookie asked. Kyrie stared at the woman before swallowing hard and shaking her head.
"No. Thank you Sookie." She said standing. "I am going to go be with Eric."
"Alright. You just let me know. Don't be a stranger now." Sookie said with a sweet smile to accompany her honey sweet words.
"Thank you again. I am glad that in the end Godric had someone kind to be with." Kyrie said instantly feeling the weight of her words and the small amount of denial that still lingered. Godric was gone. She made her way down the hallway that she had walked down with her maker. She paused at the hotel room that was Erics before knocking. There was no answer.
"A vic, open the door Eric." She called out.
"Come in mama." Erics voice sounded gently from the other side as he opened the door for her. She hurried into the room holding onto Godrics shirt tightly. Eric stared at her intently as she sat at the end of his bed. "I didn't want to believe you. I knew back at the house what you were hinting at but I just thought you were angry at him for, something. I didn't know it was that bad. If I had…"
"Eric this isn't your fault." She said. "Our father made up his mind. That decision led to his…to the true…the true death." Her voice cracked as she sobbed out. She held his shirt close to her face wiping her tears on it. "Oh Godric. You promised you would never leave. You swore to me."
"Godric clearly lost his mind." Eric replied sitting next to her. "What other explanation is there?"
"No. He was tired." Kyrie said closing her eyes and seeing the tears run down her makers face. "The explosion was the final nail in the coffin…so to say."
"I'm tired." Eric said after a few minutes of silence had passed. Kyrie nodded in agreement.
"Let's rest a vic. It has been a long time since you held me during the day." She said. The pair made themselves comfortable both gripping Godrics shirt.