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Damn! Damn, she pulls herself out and yet she's sucked down even more. Her kitchen was running out of room with the floral decorations she has so recently come to own. Granted the new coffee maker was an added perk, even if it was Eric trying to bribe her friendship. She really missed Tara right now, if she was here they both would have been laughing and sneaking glorious cups of espresso. Her heart ached for her friend, a few days ago there was a message left on her machine. Tara was fine she only needed to find her way. Sookie shared the same sentiments. Unfortunately she was being highly distracted by that goal by a breathe taking deep eyed immortal boy. Her dreams said otherwise, he wasn't boy. Hid fingers knew so many tricks and his tongue invested more time tasting her skin than Bill's had. At least in her dreams it did. Sipping her coffee she pondered if it was true. She never had his blood, he did taste her tears but that wouldn't create a bond. Or did it? When she looked in his eyes that morning she knew there was more to him than a vampire. The ones she interacted with reveled in the word. Creatures of the night, seductive, mythical and secretive. She called bullshit, Godric was mysterious for his own reasons. He lived truly in his past lives. An immortal that was mortal. He actually mourned the lose of those feeling and she believed that was what drove him to the roof top.
She wanted to know more from him, have him whisper those stories in her ear. Hold his hand and watch the sun set and kiss his brow before he rested. She could almost imagine a life with him, better than with Bill. His past was haunting and she heard the whisper of what he was and still is. Death. Unstoppable force that ravaged. Its what took Gran and her parents. Eric's human family. But then again Death created Eric and he enjoyed every moment he had. Death took and gave back to make you stronger. Death took her parents and led her to Gran who protected her and taught her to be herself. Death than took Gran and she had to learn how to stand by on her own. Maybe she should call the number left. It looked at her from where she placed it on the fridge. She still had time before her shift at the bar. It wouldn't hurt to leave a message. Since Sam had been gone (Terry gave the excuse he went after Tommy), she made up her schedule. At least now she was on a solid pattern. Sookie sighed as she picked up her phone.
The small pinging noise caught his attention. Water dripped from his shaggy hair. Since the move here he's let it grow. The damp bangs brushed at his eyes as he wrapped the towel around slim hips. Water beaded along a hip bone as his hand reached out to pickup the tiny sliver of technology. An unknown number read across the screen. He smiled a tiny quirk of the lips. Before he even authorized the message he knew who it would be. Her nervous voice filtering through the speaker. She wanted to know if he'd like to meet her some place public after she was done with her shift tonight. She wanted to talk and see what he wanted face to face. She said she felt that was an honor because he always treated her with equal respect. He ended the message and decided to text her. His fingers deftly flew across the keys and he replied he would enjoy the meeting immensely. He asked that an hour before her shift was up she'd text him the time and place. Removing his towel he strode over to his closet deciding what to meet her in.
In the middle of dinner she felt her pocket vibrate. The thoughts coming from her table let her know what the married man and father of two extremely chubby children wished she had in her pocket. Plastering her empty headed smile on she bolted to the office to check what was sent to her. Siting down in shock she didn't exactly expect Godric to answer. She had half an hour to decide where, she steeled herself and sent her message. Fangtasia, might as well deal with Pam and Eric in one go. She knew he was trying to win her friendship. Pam was well Pam. Eric did look at her with honest eyes, she did at least owe him the chance. He did always treat her well as an employer. If that made an sense. Her phone danced across the desk. He agreed. Now at least she could finish the table with Mr. sex toy fetish and leave early. Again the perks of assuming the leadership role. She should ask Sam for a raise.
Godric was seated in Eric's throne when she walked in. Business was booming now that the 'renovations' were finished. Pam wanted to keep some of the graffiti on the building for ambiance, Eric literally snarled at her stating he didn't relish the idea of some fangbangers trying to scrap his charred flesh off the pavement. Pam wanted new shoes in exchange from selling it in the gift shop. He tracked her movement and tilted his head as the bangers glared in her wake. They so somber and risky in they're pvc and faux leather outfits. She wrapped in delicate blue with softly draped skirt and sandals. Again she was sunshine in the middle of the night. He caught her eye and noticed Eric swiftly appear at her side. With a nod he lead her away to the office, even offering a cup of Starbucks to tempt her. The makers bond told him Eric was pleased she at least met his eyes and greeted him civilly. Godric leaned back and stretched out his denim clad legs. A simple dark gray v-neck draped his torso. He looked the part of a young vampire, something he was attempting, very poorly. He wanted nothing to do with the crawling filth next to the stage. The one girl with horribly orangeade colored hair kept thrusting her stuffed breasts at him. He literally stared at her wondering how the color actually chemically existed and why something that resembled a sausage roll would entice. Plus she reeked of gonorrhea, it slightly reminded him of Venice during the plaque. Rotting covered with expensive oils and perfume trying to mask the empty decay and smoke from the burning fields on the outer islands where the infected roamed.
He tried to listen to the conversation inthe office but the thumping mix being played drowned it out. He honestly wasn't trying hard. He had to play the pretty prince for Eric's showcase. It at least passed the time while he waited for the others to contact him. Part of the business he needed to attend to after he lost his Area. His thoughts wandered as he gazed over the crowd, the Horsemen. His brothers, he knew they where still alive. Or at least they're progeny assumed the mantle. He called for a meeting. This mockery that Nan Flanagan seemed to think she ruled with a pasty fist needed to be controlled. There rule systems and laws to follow, this council over took it and ran these ideals out of control. It was time for a revolution. How else would he be left in peace to enjoy with what he deemed his family. Godric's eyes closed and he slouched even lower, he looked the part of the brooding royal. The radiation colored girl danced closer and reached to stroke his leg. She found her hand pressed onto the hard stage. A suede shoe firmly held it down and steel eyes peered at her. " I am to be touched by who I say can touch me," a silky lilting voice drawled. " You smell nothing like the sun." It continued. She stepped back and stuttered an apology, slightly sobbing. He only stared at her and in a blur walked away.
Eric was pleased. he and Sookie had come to an agreement. She would still work for him and he would try( but willing) to treat her as an equal. He at least offered to let her in on some vampire politics. His excuse was her being a partial supernatural being. It helped he bribed her with coffee and the lure of babysitting Pam around her. He was good at his job after all. He sensed Godric by the door. The former sheriff was leaning against the door frame, his eyes firmly boring into the back of the girl's head. He could tell Sookie knew he was there. Sense him a way that didn't call for her to recognize the void she associated with vampires. He body actually gravitated to his maker. Eric knew he was right to let her go, it was still fun to push on the blood bond they had. She wouldn't be worth his acquaintance if she wasn't a spitfire and he always teased the ones he was closest to. She has no idea what she was getting herself into. He excused himself stating he was going to do his nightly survey. Godric responded with a shrug and warning about radiation sickness. Eric slightly regrets introducing him to video games named Fallout. Godric found them far to amusing.
Sookie felt him walk up behind her. She shivered as he gently turned her face to his."I only want to offer myself to you. No lies, I have no time for them. You know who you are deep down inside. I know who I am and i want to share that with you. Before you ask why you, know it was the moment you cried for me. You never cared what I am. Only that you thought my soul and heart was worth saving." The words danced on her ears." I am savage and civil. I am life and death. Take me as I am and I will give you anything in my power to give you."
He watched her dovish eyes blink up at him. Her lips mouthed the words he waited what seemed like a millennium for. "I know you, you are death." He gripped her chin harder and brought his mouth closer to hers. "You bring me something I've always wanted," her docile tone admitted him. " And what would that be exactly?" Godric inquired as eyes bore down. She answered, " Home."
Lips crashed down and a midnight sun burst apart in a tiny office of a cliche club.