I'm not a huge fan of Author's Notes, but this one is needed. I do not speak Swedish, German or enough Gaelic to be of any use. All of this was done using Google Translate. I apologize if it is wrong. I write like I speak which is not overly formal so the wording may not be as good as it should be. For those of you that do speak these languages, any suggestions would be appreciated.
The sounds of a body moving around in the room woke Sookie from her slumber enough that her body jerked awake. She had forgotten, for a moment, where she was. This was not her room at the farm house. The sheets below her were far too silky to be anything that she or Adele could have afforded.
Letting her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room Sookie's thoughts started to filter through her brain. She understood what was happening now. This was Eric's room. She was at his house and they would be going to Dallas upon their awakening that evening. Turning her head to the right she noticed the clock that was on the bedside table.
Bright red numbers showed her the time. It was just past six in the evening. Early enough that she didn't expect Eric to be awake but still two hours before sunset was supposed to start. As she started to move in the bed she saw Eric's face as his eyes watched her movements.
"Good morning, Min kärlek. I see you slept well. Come, we must get ready and get to the airport."
His voice was soft and gentle as he tried to coax his soon-to-be-lover out of bed again. From the way she had slept like the dead he had assumed that she had not been very rested where she was living. Being able to hear the thoughts of humans was not something that was easy to turn off. He doubted that she could fight it in her sleep. Not when she was surrounded by so many of them. Here she would hear nothing but blissful silence.
"I did. I was beside my mate where I belong, and there was silence. So very blissfully silent. I can't explain how it feels to have craved this for centuries." Sookie's voice trailed off as she spoke. She was not looking to make Eric feel bad. That was the furthest thing from her mind.
Eric moved to sit down on the bed by Sookie and stroked her face. He could tell that she was holding something back and he wanted none of that. She was his mate, his other half and she should not hide anything from him.
"What is it love?"
"In the time that I've been away from you and father I have slept a collective total of one hundred hours. Little naps here and there are what have sustained me. More often than not the dreams of the humans around me would influence my dreams and once again I'd be back in that nightmare that was my life when you all thought I was dead."
Eric could see the pain in her eyes and he wanted so badly to rip every single one of them to pieces for making her even have an ounce of pain. He had no idea what she had gone through but it had been bad. Bad enough that even her father had thought she was dead. He would not push her for answers now but when they got to Dallas she would have to give them.
"I think I understand love. Let's get up. We have things to do, and we need to be in Dallas by first dark."
Some of the things that Sookie had learned while in the presence of the Ancient Pythoness again was the fact that the older the vampire was the earlier they could rise. Godric was already able to rise much earlier than Eric when he had first turned the Viking. Then again, Godric was already one thousand years old at the time. She had little doubt that her Viking would be able to do the same. It wasn't just his age;he came from a very strong bloodline. The Gaul line created powerful vampires, that much their world did understand. With power came certain abilities.
Sookie sighed as she lifted herself from the bed. Standing on wobbly legs for a moment she thought she was going to fall, but she did not. Moving from the bed towards the bathroom, she knew that if she did not get into the shower soon they would not make it to Dallas on time; Sookie did not want them being late to be her fault.
With her person safely ensconced in the bathroom and the door shut Sookie took a deep breath. All she had done with Eric so far was a blood exchange and she already felt on edge. It would be stupid for her to forget that he could feel her emotions. He was more than likely smirking at the fact that she was aroused just from looking at him but now was not the time to delve into that part of their relationship.
Standing under the warm water she allowed it to beat out the tiredness from her muscles and relax her. When her body was clean and her head was clear Sookie exited the shower to find that there was a warmed towel waiting for her along with some clothing. All of her things were back in Bon Temps and she couldn't wear what she wore to the club again. It needed to be cleaned.
Muttering to herself about high handed vampires Sookie dried herself off and dressed. Of course they would fit her perfectly. Why wouldn't they? What she wanted to know was how long he had been up to get these before they had to leave. It was clear they were not here waiting for her. Or were they? They had been left alone for a little while that night. It was possible that he had sent Pam to get the clothing. Whatever the case they were clearly her size.
After she was satisfied with her appearance Sookie exited the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom. Eric was leaning against the doorframe leading into the hall, looking anything but the dangerous sheriff she knew he was. His long lean legs were encased in a pair of black denim pants and his black tank was covered by a black leather jacket. The only thing that would look better on him would be if he cut his hair. While she didn't mind the long hair, running her hands through it, she wanted to see a new side of him.
The expression on his face seemed to be one of boredom but through their link she could sense a small amount of uneasiness and tension. He was always ready. Always ready to spring into action and protect those he valued. His bored expression was classic, more than likely born out of not being able to join her in the shower. That or he just wanted to get to Dallas and get this over with already.
"I'm ready to go. You don't have to look like a lost puppy."
Her voice was a little harsh but she was not in the mood to deal with brooding vampires. Sookie was nervous enough with the fact that they were going to Dallas. That they were going to meet him and though she knew he loved her she was still scared. Terrified really.
Taking the hand that Eric held out to her, Sookie allowed him to pull her from the room and walk them through the house and back out. Thankfully the area where most of the cars were parked was covered. Why he felt the need to have an underground garage on his home she didn't know. He had already packed her bags and knew that she would be coming home with more clothing from Dallas.
The car that was waiting on them was running as he helped Sookie climb in the back seat. It would take them to the airport and from there they would board an Anubis Airlines flight to Dallas. It shouldn't take more than three hours at max but Eric didn't want to fly the other way, yet.
Silence filled the car as they made their way to the airport. Sookie honestly had no idea what she should say or do. This was new territory for her. Yes she had been to the city before but she was reunited with at least one half of herself and they were on the way to meet with the other. It was a heady feeling to know that she was going to get to reunite with the last person that she loved. Finally.
Airplanes were not something that the blonde often rode in. She had tried to avoid them, truth be told. While she may not have a weakness to the sun she just avoided them for the windows. She did not want to look out and see just how high up in the sky she was. So the very fact that the plane she was boarding had no windows, except for the cockpit area was oddly comforting. She would not have to worry about looking out and feeling the oddness of being thirty thousand feet in the air.
Closing her eyes Sookie leaned back in the car as she waited for the ride. Soon enough they would be in the air and on their way to Dallas. It never failed though, how some of the businesses dealing with vampires treated the vampires far better than human companions. Sookie was not stupid enough to think that the humans and Supes who ran the airline and catered to the passengers would know the difference between pets and Mates since a mating was such a rare phenomenon in the vampire world.
There were three types of bonds in the vampire world. Blood bond, Mate bond and Maker/Child bond. She had all three, or she did before everything went sideways. None of them were completely active. Her Maker/Child bond was long dead and it would take blood to fix it. Her mate bond had never been finalized nor had her blood bond. In fact she was one more exchange away from completing a true blood bond with Eric.
Mate bonding was so rare that even she was not sure of all the details. Not that she hadn't tried to find out. As far as Sookie was aware only two people in the world had knowledge about the mate bonds. The Ancient Pythoness and the vampire they were flying to Dallas to see.
Not realizing that she had drifted off to sleep, she awoke when she felt herself being picked up and carried. Eric was so incredibly gentle with her that she almost started to cry. She did not deserve his tenderness but she did yearn for it.
Settling them both on the plane as it taxied along the runway, Sookie gripped the armrests of her seat. She hated flying. Her ears always popped and she felt odd up here in a plane like this. People weren't meant to fly. Not even thousand year old Viking Vampires. Yet they did. She cringed as she tried to snuggle into Eric, hoping that he would find a way to keep the pain at bay.
Even though Dallas was not that far from Shreveport, the ride in the plane felt like it took several hours. Sookie was bored and nervous and the quiet of the plane only served to make it harder for her. The longer she had to think about things the more nervous and agitated she became. It was sad, honestly. It wasn't like she was being led to her execution, they were just going to meet with her father.
Soon enough the plane landed and taxied down the runway at DFW International Airport. Why they didn't use a smaller private landing she did not know but Eric had assured her that they would be able to blend right in with the people milling around. Sookie was honestly too scared to argue the point. She had never been to Dallas so she had to trust the judgement of her Viking.
There was no fanfare or any sort of extravagance waiting for them as they left the plane. It made Sookie happy. She was not in the mood to deal with anything of that nature. Instead they had someone waiting for them with a sign. Making their way over to their driver, Eric nodded at the man and Sookie did her part. She was trying to not read people's thoughts but it was hard in a new city to know who to trust; this man was one that they could.
I'm rather surprised he has a Were working for him. Most tend to avoid vampires at all costs. This is new.
Her thoughts were her own as they climbed into the black SUV with their bags and left the airport for the house on the outskirts of town.
Dallas was a mixture of the rich, the poor and everything in between.
Most vampires had plenty of money. Not only did strength increase with age, so did one's financial situation.
Take Eric for instance. He was more than a millennium in age so he was strong and well respected by his peers and he had had plenty of time to make his fortune many times over. His business sense was second only to his Maker's. He had been raised as a human to be smart about his dealings with their neighbors and Godric had only reinforced what he already knew when he was turned.
Godric taught him then how to survive and how to get what they needed to blend in. Then, as the times changed they learned together how to get what they needed. Now, with Sookie back with them them three of them could learn together.
They were going to probably the best neighborhood in Dallas; up where the mini-mansions dotted the horizon. No one would question them given how much money this particular vampire had accumulated.
The trip from the airport took about two hours. Dallas traffic was notorious for being one of the worst, especially on the highways. It should not have taken that long but when you have collisions and slow vehicles, fender benders and gawkers it tends to slow things down. A lot.
Finally they arrived at the gated driveway of the house they were going to. Their driver entered the security code and they were through the gate and pulling up the driveway. Eric seemed to be a vibrating ball of energy. Whether it was nerves or something else she couldn't tell. Mostly she was just petrified. She had not seen him in close to a millennium; they had much to discuss.
Approaching the door they were both expecting to have to knock but instead the door was opened by a tall severe looking yet attractive Spanish vampire. Her eyes were warm and her smile was brilliant at seeing Eric. Sookie was unsure who this vampire was but it was clear she was someone that the sheriff trusted. After all, they could not afford to have people in their nests that they did not trust.
"Eric it's so good to see you again. Let me get your things and take them to your room. He's in his office waiting for you," came the greeting from the vampire.
Eric leaned down to place a quick kiss on Isobel's cheek.
"It's good to see you again too Isobel. He knew we were coming but I did not expect that he would make you stay. You don't need too if you do not wish it." Eric's voice was soft. Very few people got to see the kinder, gentler side of the Viking.
"Shh darling. It's not a worry. I want to be here to ensure that Miss Sookie has a good time. She should not be uncomfortable around strange vampires. Besides, Stan is supposed to be here in a few hours and we felt it best if I was a buffer of sorts," came the laughing reply.
Sookie, having no idea what to make of the conversation, stood quietly by Eric's side as they were led into the house. The moment she crossed the threshold she had no doubt that this was her father's home. Everything about it screamed Godric. From the simple touches to the wood choices. It almost made her laugh. You could get old and powerful but sometimes the desire for the simplicity in one's surroundings never changed.
Sookie felt her hand being tugged by Eric as he walked them to the office. Knocking once and waiting for permission to enter he tried to send her reassuring feelings. Their bond was weak right now but would grow with time. Still, she appreciated the gesture more than he would realize.
"Enter."
That voice almost made Sookie freeze; she had not heard it in so long. It was taking everything she had not to burst into tears. Oh how she had missed his voice. One of the few voices that could calm her fears. He could also fight away her nightmares and fears with just a hug. That was the connection that she had missed.
Hiding behind Eric, Sookie watched as the Viking opened the office door and entered. Sookie was trying to remain hidden but she knew it would be almost impossible. Her smell alone would alert any supernaturals in the office to her presence. Anyone that had any sort of knowledge of her would be able to physically see and feel her nervousness.
"Master."
"How many times, min son, do I have to remind you that you need not call me Master anymore?"
"Only every time we speak, Master."
Both could hear the vampire audibly sigh, as if he was exasperated with his child but they both knew he was not. The fact that Eric still chose to call his maker master was a sign of respect. Even if he had been released he would have still called him master. Eric was thankful, however, that his master had never released him. He liked having that close bond with his maker.
Turning to face his progeny, the young looking vampire smiled with love at his most glorious accomplishment. He was trying to discern the odd scent that he smelt and the human heartbeat he heard hiding behind the bulk of his Viking progeny. Eric had made it clear that the reason for his odd behavior would be explained when he had been bidden to come to Dallas.
Since he was over two thousand years old, and had attempted to turn her, Godric knew that scent. He would know it anywhere. He just did not want to believe what he was smelling. It had been just over one thousand years since he had last smelled it, and felt the source of it burn out in his bonds. He hoped that this was not some sick joke and that he was instead dying of some odd disease that made vampires senile in the end.
Godric decided that he would test the occupants of his room. He could smell the nervousness of the human and it only made her scent all that more identifiable. He could also hear her heartbeat. If she truly was who he thought she was then what he said next would be more than enough proof. Her answers would tell him everything he needed to know.
"Min son, en ser du tog en besökare. Det är min förhoppning att man tror hon är den hon är. Säg mig, kan hon förstå oss?" (My son, I see you brought a visitor. It is my hope that she is who I thinks she is. Tell me, can she understand us?)
Letting out a huffy breath Sooke did not understand why they wanted to talk about her as if she was not there. Yes she understood him and it looked like she might very well have to prove who she was. Stepping out from behind Eric she glared at her father before she spoke.
"Ja, 1 förstår du bara bra gubbe. Om du vill tala enskilt kanske använda ett språk 1 inte förstår?" (Yes, I understand you just fine old man. If you want to speak privately perhaps use a language I don't understand?)
Watching Godric crack a smile, she waited to see his reaction. Knowing Swedish was not going to be enough of a test. Any true time spent around Pam or Eric would have granted her enough to speak it. Old Norse too.
"Wie wäre es damit?" (How about this?) One of the other languages that he knew his son knew as well was German. It didn't always sound the same with Eric nor he spoke it. Their accents sometimes making the words sound a little off.
"Halten Sie versuchen, alte Mann." (Keep trying, old man). Sookie's reply in German was enough to make them understand that she knew this language as well. It was not one that Godric would have been able to teach her before her departure from them, but one she would have learned had she been with them in Germany during the war. She was not about ot tell them where she learned it.
"Cad mar gheall ar anois?" (What about now?) The familiar Gaelic lilt to his voice almost made her break down in tears. The accent he spoke in was enough to take her back to that time. Gaulish and Gaelic, were two that he had taught both her and Eric before everything happened.
Sighing Sookie looked down for a moment. She knew all the languages that Godric knew because the Ancient Pythoness had taught them to her. When she left the care of her mate and father over one thousand years ago the primary languages they used to communicate were Gaulish and Old Norse. Now there were so many derivations that it made her head hurt.
Trying something new, Sookie moved closer to Godric. Oh how she had missed her father. Tears streamed down her face. The term Old Man had always been an endearment where some might find it an insult. She had absolutely no doubt that Eric understood every single thing that she was about to tell her father. She just hopd that he would be the rock she needed if Godric rejected her.
Kneeling in front of her father, in the most submissive pose that she could muster, tears flowing freely the blonde allowed her words to speak from the heart. Either he would believe her or he would not.
"Mo athair, a bheith a líonadh le mo bhrionglóidí bheith fada do airm timpeall orm. De comforting dom arís mar a tharla codlata dom. De wiping gciin mo Tears mar a rinne tú nuair a bhí I ach beagán amháin. Tá mo chroí briste gach nóiméad de gach lá nach raibh i láthair tú féin nó an Lochlannach I. Níorbh fhéidir I a insint duit cad a tharla agus roimh an I Bhí a fhios fiú go raibh sé i bhfad ró-mhall. Bhí ar athraíodh a ionad tú ar. Le do thoil, grá dom mar a d'úsáid tú chun. Iontaobhas i dom, deoch de dom agus a bheith ciallmhar i an tuiscint ar ár sinsear." (My father, long have my dreams been filled with having your arms around me. Of comforting me again as sleep took me. Of wiping away my tears as you did when I was but a little one. My heart has broken every moment of every day that I was not in the presence of yourself or the Viking. I could not tell you what happened and before I even knew it was far too late. You had moved on. Please, love me as you used to. Trust in me, drink of me and be wise in the understanding of our ancestors.)
She had said it. Poured her heart out into words she knew they both understood. Sookie was offering Godric the same right that she had offered Eric. They were the only ones that were allowed her blood. It was their right as maker and mate. Now she just had to see if he would take her offer.
Having been gone so long Sookie had no doubt that Godric would more than likely consider her a fraud. Then again, only a small handful of people even knew he truly had a daugher, one that he had tried and failed to turn into a vampire. Her words should not shock him. Godric had always been an understanding vampire but her fears were still there.
Feeling a hand being placed on her shoulder and a kiss placed in her hair, Sookie raised her head up to look at Godric. His face was gentle, and filled with love and compassion. Still her heart was not sure that she was seeing what she was seeing. This was her father, a man she loved beyond all reason and he was believing her.
Helping Sookie to her feet, Godric leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. He would explain how he knew she was who she said she was without having to take the blood. He would take the blood of course. It would only rekindle the bond they had and he would be one hundred percent sure then.
"Mo iníon ní mór dúinn i bhfad a phlé. Lig dúinn a fháil ar an malartú fola os cionn le agus ansin beidh muid go leor le comhrá fada.. (My daughter we have much to discuss. Let us get the blood exchange over with and then we will have quite a long conversation.)
Despite it all, Godric was gentle as he sank his fangs into the wrist of the blonde woman. The moment her blood hit his tongue he knew she was his daugher. She was his Susannah. His Sookie. Oh how he longed to know what happened to her. Pulling away a moment to bite his wrist so that she could taste his blood as well, Godric pulled on her blood twice more before he sealed the wound. The moment that Sookie ingested his blood she felt her bond open wide. It was amazing to have this feeling again, both of the vampires circling around in her head, and her heart.
Sookie sagged a moment as she let the rush of the blood move through her. They had so much to discuss and she was tired. They still had quite a long night ahead of them however. Before anything more could be said a soft knock sounded on Godric's office door.
"Yes Isobel?"
"I have prepared a room for Eric and Sookie. I will be going now. Is there anything you need before I lock the house down?"
"No that will be all, thank you."
Sookie blinked a moment, a clear sign that she was about to zone out completely. They needed to have this conversation before too long. The sooner the better right?
"Come, my office is not comfortable enough to have this conversation in. Let's go to the sitting room."
Sookie turned and wiped at her eyes as she took Eric's proffered hand. Her Viking knew exactly where they were going and did not need to look to know that his maker was following them. He was giddy but hiding it. They were reunited. The three of them. Only, it couldn't last could it? He was in Louisiana under the queen and Godric worked here in Dallas. Both were sheriffs and very powerful.
So far the easy part had been done. The two men that she loved more than anything were back in her life and now she had to tell them why she had been taken from them and been gone for so long. This was where the true test came in. War was coming, a war in which she had no idea who the survivors would be.
The blonde was looking around the house trying to memorize the path to the den. She hoped that she would not get lost in Godric's nest. It was large, just like Eric's house. So much larger and nicer than what she had been in with the farmhouse or any other place that she had lived. There was a part of Sookie that was jealous. She had spent the last thousand years with barely anything and her father and mate had money; lots of money. She wished in a way that she could have had something but it was not a part of the plan.
When all three of them were in the den, Sookie took a seat as far away from both vampires as possible. She did not want to be near them if they grew angry about what she was going to spoke of. There were only so many things that wouldn't set them off and she was more than sure that what she was going to tell them would do so.
"Sooke. This room is soundproofed. No one will be able to hear you. If they did they would have to be as old as either Eric or myself and none here are quite that old," her father said.
Biting her lip a moment, Sookie paused when her cell phone dinged. Of all the times for her to get another text message, now was not when she would have planned for it to happen. Pulling it out of her pocket to the surprise of Eric, she noted that she had another text message from the AP. The message was clear. Tell them everything. She would but she was still very nervous.
Biting her lip some more she tried to figure out where to start. They knew that there was a beginning for this story, that much didn't need to be discussed. At least she hoped it didn't.
"There is a lot to discuss. I would like to ask that you try not to say anything until I'm done but I cannot stop you if you were to speak. I've not really told anyone this story. Only one person knows what happened outside of myself and well, that it is because the woman knows everything."
They knew that pausing in between her words wasn't for dramatic effect. Sookie really was struggling to find the right words. Even thinking about each event was hard for her. So many painful memories and they hadn't been there to help her.
"You know that since my turning I've been different. I've been this human vampire hybrid freak. Only a handful of people know my talents and the truth about me. That I am immortal. I learned that the hard way, papa."
Leaning her head back against the seat Sookie closed her eyes. Every word that she was about to say was not meant to have them hate her but to get them to understand everything she went through.
"I was taken during the day, for a reason. The group of people that took me were vampire hunters, in a way. They had seen me with you at night but also out during the day and they wanted to study me. I was human from what they could tell but they did not understand why I was so attached to monsters. I still have not figured out how they managed to get past the protections we had in place at the time."
There was silence still and she knew that she had their attention. She was unsure what she needed to divulge. It had been shared with her, a thought the Ancient Pythoness had, that when she reunited with her father and mate again that her telepathic power would also become a projection power of sorts; the ability to show others what she could see. Rather than them being able to hear the thoughts, they would see them.
The only problem was that she had no idea if it worked with vampires. She doubted that it did. They had always been voids to her, blankspaces in her mind that allowed her the freedom to finally have her own thoughts. It was this peace that she had so desperately missed in her life. It was also the thing that was making it hard for her right now. She wanted to just bask in their quiet, instead she had to tell them this story.
She sighed, "I don't remember much of the first few days I was there. I did know that I was bloody and I hurt everywhere. More than likely I was drugged because I could barely think let alone talk. Mixing the right herbs would more than make a human drugged out of their mind. Anyone who's studied even the smallest amount of herbalism or magic will know this fact. It is something they were well adept at. It also aided in covering their tracks."
Biting her lip, Sookie knew exactly what happened to her. She was just trying to fool the bond into thinking that she didn't. Maybe if they didn't ask she wouldn't be forced to relive every painful detail.
"My daughter, why are you keeping secrets. We've been over this before. Secrets are not good for you." Godric's voice broke through her musings.
Biting her lip, Sookie turned her gaze on her father. She expected a look of anger at her hiding things, not one of concern and adoration. Her bonds were being filled with love, calm and the urge to be honest. They could not help her if they did not know the truth.
"I don't remember the first three days I was there. It took my body that long to adjust to the poison they were giving me. I don't know what they did to make you think I was dead, to sever our ties. They would never tell me and in my countless years of research I never found out. I just knew that they were severed, that neither of you would be coming for me. It was a hard realization to deal with.
When I first woke up I was bleeding. They had apparently thought it would be interesting to carve into me. Words, symbols, whatever they felt like at the time. When they realized that I was awake their leader decided it would be fun to make me aware of what they intended. See I was a science project to them. I was a human yet I willingly consorted with vampires. They wanted to know if there was something about me that could be used to weaken you. They did not understand our connection, our love. They never will."
Could she do this? Could she tell them that she was not innocent? Had not been for so long because of these things. Would they still want her?
"At first their 'torture' was nothing. Weak things that I could have survived, that you taught me to survive, papa. When I would not give them the answers they wanted they amped it up. From carving into me to rape and torture. I had almost all of my bones broken at one time or another. I do remember being out of my mind with the pain. There were days, or maybe even weeks where I blacked out completely and there was no telling what they did to me then. What I do remember was the day of my rescue and how neither of you were there."
There was no hatred in her voice, only pain. Of the two people that meant the world to her, neither had managed to be there when she was taken from that place. If they thought she was dead, it would have made sense for them to not be there. It was what she had been told. Eric and Godric thought that she was dead and it was too late to come find her. Did they even want to find a body?
"When I opened my eyes there were vampires around me. Ones that I did not know but I could tell by their voids that they were old. There was one that I did know, and through her I knew the others were no threat to me. They were there to aide me, to rescue me. I did not know at first that it was the Ancient Pythoness herself that would come rescue me. How could she not save one of her bloodline? Our bloodline has always been fiercely protective of each other, yes? The fact that she came herself and did not just send her people meant more than anyone will possibly understand. It was like a signal to me that one day, everything would be alright again."
At the name of Godric's maker, she could feel anger and confusion in her bond. Both of her vampires understood that there were only certain things that she could tell them. She might have been the Oracle but knowing the future was dangerous. If she had told them what was going to befall them, they would have changed the course of the future and she could not allow that. It had taken Sookie years to come to terms with this fact.
Leaning her head back against the seat, unable to hide the tears that fell, Sookie just hoped that they would get their emotions under control in the bond. It was hard enough for her to fight her own emotions without having to compete with those from three thousand collective years of vampire.
"You know as well as I that the AP cannot tell us very much. She apologized to me for not seeing what happened to me until too late. I was a void to her and she said that she worked for over a year to find out why I suddenly vanished from her visions. Whatever made you think I was dead blocked her as well. Our bonds, they were burned out and would require blood to revive. She was able to get some magic and see me again. It was the easiest part of the ordeal. I spent a decade slowly healing from everything that had happened to me. She was there, by my side. I learned to grow up more. I know it doesn't sound like it but it's true. I've matured a lot since being around her.
I wanted to know if you moved on and knew that I could not come back to you until a specific time in the future. She had seen it. There would be a vampire that would enter my life, to change the course of the future once more. A vampire who was working with those that had started this a millenia ago. He would be the signal I needed to find the Viking and the Gaul. To reunite with my family. I just did not know it would take a thousand years to do so."
Feeling a cold hand on her cheek, Sookie leaned her head forward to stare into the arctic blue eyes of her mate. Eric was always so good at hiding his feelings. Through their small bond she could feel his love, fierce determination to destroy everyone that hurt her in such a way, and the overwhelming desire to keep her safe and by his side. The fact that her bond with Godric spoke of much the same confused her. She had half expected them to blame her for this. That if she had just risen normally she would not have had to go through any of it.
"Inga fler tårar min kärlek. (No more tears my love)"
Feeling her tears being wiped away, Sookie could not break her gaze with Eric. She was so afraid that if she looked away he would disappear.
"I understand the nature of my maker's ways, my daughter. She failed to mention that when you rose you would not be a normal vampire. Or vampire at all really. Instead you are this hybrid creature that requires the blood of our bloodline, and sometimes human blood to survive. How did you get to Louisiana, Sookie?" Godric's voice held a tone she could not identify and for a moment it worried her.
"I was with the AP for almost two hundred years. The first decade, as I said healing and learning, The latter part spent studying the laws, religions and anything I could get my hands on as they related to the Fae and the Vampires. I was studying prophesies with her as well. Then she bid me leave and told me to travel. Which I did. I went back to Sweden, and was there for as long as I could stay before people started asking questions. I mostly traveled to various countries in the thousand years we've been apart. Up until about 5 years ago."
Sookie still remembered that day all too well. The phone call had not been unexpected but the information had been. For the first time in a while, Sookie had been content. Not happy, not really, but content. She could survive without the guilt of what happened. Until she was told that she was to move close to her mate but not to contact him, that the day was fast approaching where she would reclaim her life.
"I was in France. Normandy. When I got a call. She told me that time was drawing close to being able to reunite with my family. That together we would change the vampire world for the better. That I needed to move to a state called Louisiana in America. She set up my contact with Adele Hale-Stackhouse in a tiny little town called Bon Temps. At first I didn't know it was in Eric's sherriffdom until I started snooping around. I was so close but I couldn't alert him to my presence.
The town had no vampires yet so I was safe. Adele knows who and what I am and she cares for me. A grandmother in a way that the Ancient Pythoness could never be."
With a sigh, Sookie tried to shove away her tiredness. It was getting late, or early depending on how one looked at it and they all needed rest.
"I don't have all the details. I know that something is coming and it started with Compton. His arrival in Bon Temps was not by chance. It was why I went to Eric, to have him reclaim the bond, and to you to reclaim ours. We need to be together to face what is to come. I don't know what it is, I just know it ties back somehow to those that took me from you all those years ago. If they win, again, there will be no coming back this time. It will be death, true death, for me and all vampires."
Her voice started to falter in the end as fatigue and anxiety took over. Sookie tried to remain composed but it was hard. So very hard indeed.
There was a sudden surge of anger and a fierce need to protect that ran through the bond and both blondes turned to look at Godric.
"They come for you, they die. I will protect what is mine. I was young then, I'm not now. Together we will face the challenge. Come. Let us rest now. Dawn grows near."
With that one statement he stood up and vamped out of the room leaving Eric to scoop Sookie into his arms and run them to the room they would be sharing. She was asleep before he even set her down on the bed. Emotional exhaustion taking a toll on her far more than anything else had.
With the knowledge that Sookie was safe here in Godric's nest, Eric quickly changed both of them and slid into bed beside her. He would rest.