A star had entered my vision lighting the darkness that paralyzed me. The softest, gentlest southern voice danced through my fog. Whispered promises were a balm to my seared soul. "I am here to help you handsome one. You have been hurt; I'm going to take you home." I felt something. I had felt nothing in what seemed an eternity, something wet. Wet drops continued to pelt me. Is it rain? My mind whirled and bounced conceiving of this possibility. No, it could not be rain. I was damned to wither in a silver box. The burning had lessoned. The burning had lessoned and it was raining, then the voice again, that soft melodic voice. The voice started humming, it was soothing. The notes reached into me and stroked, softly. The melody spread through me erasing the burning and lifting the fog. I opened my eyes. I am still in the metal box, the restraints are gone but I am very weak, and someone is here now. An angel is before me, straddling me, crying.

"I am going to have to be very close to get you out of here." She wraps herself around me.

"Hang on." She whispers then I feel like I am being sucked through a whirlpool.

I am pulled strangely but am wrapped in her warm body. Her light and scent are so incredible my two thousand years of practiced control shatters and I bite into her neck. I can never adequately describe the magic that is her. My desire and need spins further from when I feel her relax and surrender to me. MINE!

POP she appears straddling my maker on my bed. It takes me a moment to understand several things including Sookie's scent is heavy in the air and my maker has her by the neck! I have never watched something so erotic to me. Godric held her close with one arm stretched across her lower back, his legs wrapped up in hers, and his left hand gripped her hair at the scalp; only sounds of pleasure rumbled through him, Sookie is silent. I approach them to get a better look; I am barred by my maker's will from coming any closer. Godric growls and rolls; situating himself above Sookie. I take one step back to see how this would play out. My maker had never been particularly interested in anyone before and I was very curious of his reaction at this point and Sookie's as well, as far as I knew she'd never been bitten and it did not seem to agree with her.

Godric finally notices Sookie's unconscious state. He kisses her lightly across the face and bites into his wrist. He holds her mouth open with one hand and shares his ancient elixir with the other. I am the only one I know him to have shared blood with. He has started a bond with her and without her knowledge. This is going to go over like a lead balloon. She chokes for a moment then instinct takes over and she begins to swallow. A bright glow begins to grow around the pair, then the light explodes and the two are cast apart.

Godric picks himself up from the floor opposite the bed, dusts debris from the injured wall off himself, and then zips to Sookie's side. She is unconscious, still looking like a sleeping goddess against the head of my bed. Her hair is splayed out in a golden halo, her skin is rosy and faintly flushed, her lips are swollen with unshed kisses, her clothing is slightly rumpled clinging to her ample curves, and her scent holds us both captive.

The awe we feel for her distracts my maker and his will relents allowing me to edge closer. Reality strikes a moment before I speak. "What have you done?" My maker has just exchanged blood with the royal heir and princess of the fae, granddaughter to Niall Brigant, Prince of Faery

Godric turns to look at me confused but smiling wickedly and widely. "The gods sent an angel to rescue me. I am keeping her." He turns back to her assuming his explanation says it all.

"Master, please forgive me. She is very special; she is my friend and associate; she agreed to help me rescue you. She is Princess Sookie Brigant of the sky fae, and famed Louisiana Telepath. Master, I am scared. Sookie has always been afraid of something like this, she is a trusted friend, and her grandfather the prince of fae, Niall Brigant bound me by word and contract to keep her safe.

"Princess Sookie." My maker said her name as if tasting it. He knelt before her and took her hand. He looked at her as he bent his head to her hand. He inhaled deeply of her wrist then softly kissed the back of her hand. "I find I am deeply in her debt. She is MINE! I shall not let her go instead I will spend eternity repaying my debt." He continued to gaze at her and spoke with all sincerity and a passion I had never known my maker to possess.

I could feel the questions bubbling in the bond I shared with my maker; his will compelled me to speak. "I met her about a year ago. She came into my bar to bargain with me. Her brother was in some trouble and she wanted some information. She was raised in this realm, for a time, on a farm in a small town near Shreveport; a beautiful place really; a big old farm house surrounded by nearly one hundred acres of wooded land. The whole place feels of magic. She explained that she was a half-fairy but with a spark brighter than any full blooded fae and a telepath. I also learned she is the only living descendant of Niall's to have the spark necessary to rule in Faery, though she does not wish to rule and there are many that do not want a half-blood on the throne. Niall believes she will do what she must when she must, and his people will accept her when the time comes and he is probably right. I tried to claim her and bring her to my side but she laughed at my attempts. I can be myself with her master, and she accepts me. We became close friends and we formed a contract with the help of her grandfather and Cataliades. She is loyal only to me in our world and works solely at my discretion and her own occasionally. She is paid well and protected by me. She has were day guards and she spends most evenings in my company or with one of the vamps from my area, whom she has also won over. They adore her, they know she is 'other' but not what specifically, just very special. She is kind to them and treats them no different than she treats fairies, humans, witches, or weres. She is a very powerful telepath and fairy. I do not believe I have seen all that she is capable of. She is very brave but she does fear traveling. Apparently there is a vampire that stalks her." Godric growls but does not look away from her. "Her grandfather placed some magic on her that makes her undetectable to him in the state of Louisiana. Whenever she works in my area I require the work be done in my bar and I am with her during all assignments. She is protected very well then. She has the liberty to refuse any out of state offers. Many times I am able to convince the needy party to travel to Louisiana. They do not know of her talents before arriving; they have been told, probably by a friend that I can help them and they seek me out. If we can help them without putting Sookie at risk then we do. They only know, if they know, after we have helped them. Then they are under contract not to reveal her secrets. She has refused all offers out of state except this one. I explained my personal connection to this request and she accepted without thought." I pause to wonder if she will wake angry with me and untrusting of me; I failed to keep her safe.

"How did she do it?" I know he is referring to this whole thing.

"She used her telepathy to listen to the minds of the humans present in the nest during the day. She found out about Hugo's treachery and was in tears when I woke. She discovered that he has bugged the nest in all vampire meeting areas, drugged the donors that night hoping to capture Isabel because she refused to turn him, instead he got you and you were to be tortured and sacrificed by the local Fellowship. We decided to stake out the Fellowship and see what she could discover with her telepathy at close range to the church. She registered your mind after only a few minutes and began crying again. She is not able to read vampires but she somehow knew what kind of trouble you were in. She is able to teleport others with her but it drains her and she is unable to keep her scent blocked when using her magic. She sent me here to prepare for your arrival" I point to the three glammoured donors sitting on the couch "and teleported in to get you and here you are. You glowed you know, when you were exchanging blood, did you see it?"

"No I did not see it but I felt it. We connected on very deep level during the exchange my child. I know some of her memories, some of her wishes and desires. I know that she cares for you. I know that she is attracted to me. I saw myself through her eyes. I do not understand all that has taken place. We shall remain here tonight and address my area tomorrow night."

Godric crawled into bed next to Sookie and curled around her. I sent the glammoured donors away then slowly disrobed and slid into the same position and was relieved when my maker did not prevent me.