A/NWOW! I am so overwhelmed with the amazing response to the last chapter. You guys freakin' rock!! A few comments though made me realize that I'd been remiss in making a few things clear. YES, Mark, Natalie, and Joseph are Lilliana's friends from school, but I never said they were in the same year as she was. They're older, all over 21, so it's fine that they were all in Fangtasia. Also, Lilliana is allowed inside the bar as well for two reasons. First off, her relationship to Eric, obviously. Secondly, they don't worry about her drinking because she's smart enough to know to not mix alcohol with anti-seizure medication. YES, it would appear that someone hit the rapid fast-forward button on Eric and Sookie's physical relationship; YES I did this on purpose; YES I have a specific reason for it; YES you will understand, in time….be patient please! If anyone is interested, I posted links on my profile to the inspiration for Lilliana's tango performance, as well as the costume she wore while dancing. This chapter will be my first attempt at a male's POV, so, here's hoping it works!! Enjoy!!
From Chapter 6
I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2pm, and figured it was late enough to call Lilliana to check on her. I got no answer. Now that was strange. She said she always answers her cell, and she was expecting my call. In my mind, I suddenly got an image of her having a seizure while she was all alone in her apartment. I really started to worry, so when she didn't answer for maybe the 20th time in the past hour, I just decided to drive to her place to check on her. I pulled my car into the parking spot assigned for her apartment, and silently wished she didn't HAVE to live on the top floor at a complex with no elevator. As I approached her apartment from the hallway, I could see that the door wasn't shut tight. Well, this wasn't good. I pushed the door open, and my nose was immediately assaulted by the stench of freshly spilt blood, and lots of it.
Chapter 7
EPOV – The previous evening
When I rose from my daytime sleep only a few hours ago, I thought of my plans for the evening, and although I was looking forward to seeing my Ana dance, I figured the rest would be boringly uneventful. I knew things were going to take a turn when, upon our arrival at the theatre, Godric got a phone call from Isabel. We'd been waiting for this call. Isabel, with the help of a few of Godric's contacts, had secretly hired several witches to pose as curious citizens interested in getting information on the Fellowship of the Sun. Our hope was that we would somehow be able to find the current location of Steve Newlin, who had taken to hiding the day after the bombing at the Dallas nest. His arrogance had cost the lives of vampires and humans alike, and if he thought we would just walk away and let him brag about it, he was sorely mistaken. When we spoke with Isabel last evening, she told us that the witches were close, and fairly certain they would have an address for us within 24 hours. Sookie and I went into the theatre while Godric spoke with Isabel. I was anxious to find out what information she had yielded, however, the prospect of being able to sit in the dark, in close proximity to Sookie was something I was not about to pass up.
Ever since we returned from Dallas, I have felt her softening towards me. And Compton's more or less abandonment of her was only helping to further my progress. While we were in Dallas, I began to see that when she was not in his presence, she was more relaxed when she was around me. However, if he was there as well, she became easily agitated. Obviously, this began to show that the manipulative power his blood held over her was beginning to wane. I was sure that when he gave her his blood after she was beaten by the drainers she saved him from (a thought which still makes me laugh), he hadn't told her the truth about what would happen to her because of this. I'm sure that she was aware that she would heal rapidly, and that her strength and speed would be heightened for a time, but I'm sure the rest was all falsehoods. After she had ingested a small amount of my blood after the pathetic human blew himself up, I knew immediately that the small amount she had taken would work to counter the affects their previous exchange still held on her. The next evening when we met with Nan, and the bitch stripped Godric of his title, I saw Sookie struggling to keep her eyes off of me, even with Compton sitting right beside her. I know that he saw it as well. Clearly, my blood had done its job, and she was finally acting as if she'd never taken his blood in the first place. It was a pleasant surprise when, after being back in Shreveport for a short time, I was informed that he had run to the corner to lick his wounds, so to speak. He realized that being in his presence wasn't shielding her desire for me, and he had to try and figure out another way to get around me. I had my spies in and around the Queen's compound in New Orleans watching him for me. He was definitely trying to formulate a plan, and I was to be informed the moment he looked like he was ready to return to Bon Temps.
When the lights in the theatre dimmed and the first performance began, I heard Sookie's heartbeat speed up, and saw her shift ever so slightly in her chair, bringing her shoulder to rest against mine. I don't even think she realized she'd done it. I took a chance and reached over and placed my hand on her bare leg and let my fingers stroke where her skirt ended. Because she'd had my blood, I was able to sense her feelings, and I knew she was enjoying my touch, and she even wrapped her own arm around mine and laid her fingers on my forearm. I heard the music around us come to a stop, and the others in the audience applauded, so, I picked my hand up off of Sookie's leg and did the same, to try and gauge her reaction to removing my touch. I could tell that she was disappointed, so, as the applause died down again, I placed my hand back on her leg, this time, slipping it ever so slightly underneath her skirt to sit higher up on her thigh. I heard her breathe out a soft sigh of pleasure, and before I could stop myself, my fingers began squeezing and rubbing her supple flesh. As my hand moved further up her leg, I felt my pinky finger make contact with her panties. My first thought was to back off, not wanting to push her too far too soon. Imagine my surprise when I realized that the material was already soaked with her arousal. I smirked, knowing that simply the feel of my hand on her leg had done this to her. I hadn't meant to do anything more, but, when she shifted her hips forward and parted her legs for me, well, you just don't say no to a gift such as that. I slipped my fingers underneath the material, and slowly began rubbing slow circles around her pleasure center. Her heart rate continued to climb, and I could see that she was trying very hard to keep from squirming and moaning aloud. I lowered my hand a bit and allowed my middle finger to slip inside of her. Damn, she was so hot, wet, and tight. It took all of my strength not to pick her up and carry her out to the car to ravish her right then. Continuing to thrust my finger inside of her while my thumb massaged, I felt her tighten, and knew she was getting close. I heard her exhale a large breath and knew she was in the throws of a powerful orgasm. I turned my head to look at her, she had her head back, mouth parted slightly with her tongue on her upper lip, and her eyes were closed. In all my many years on this Earth, I have never before seen a beauty to match that of Sookie as she came. And, knowing it was my touch that did this to her, well, that was just a very large bonus. As the audience applauded again, I removed my hand from her, brought it to my mouth and licked her juices off my fingers, and then returned it to knee. It was at this moment that Godric joined us, having finished his conversation with Isabel. As soon as he sat, I could tell by the look on his face that his sense of smell let him know exactly what had been happening while he was outside. He smiled at me, shook his head slightly, and in a voice low enough that only a vampire could hear, said "Ahh, I see you've been….enjoying the performance." I just smiled.
GPOV
As soon as I join Eric and Sookie in the theatre, I smell the distinct scent of female arousal, and seeing as Eric's hand is comfortably draped over Sookie's leg, I can be sure as to how it happened. I smile and shake my head at Eric, saying soft enough that only he can hear, "Ahh, I see you've been….enjoying the performance." My child simply smiles back. I am happy that he seems to be making progress with her. She has demonstrated great bravery in aiding us in Dallas, and it has angered me to learn of Mr. Compton's deception and manipulations where she is involved. I have already told Eric that I will assist in any way possible to free her of this so she is able to choose her own path in life again.
As I sat through several dance performances, I mentally made plans on where to proceed with the information from Isabel. We now had a firm location on the current whereabouts of Steve Newlin. We could attack now, or, we could wait a few days to make him comfortable, make him think he's beaten us. Yes, I like the sound of that. I do not look forward to shedding more blood, but let's face it, as long as Newlin is allowed to live, he will continue to kill others in his quest for vengeance. By taking him out, we will be saving lives, not loosing them.
I stop my inner planning and bring my full attention to the stage in front of me as Lilliana's performance begins. The sounds of a tango begin, and I smile, knowing that Elaina would've been proud to see her daughter's nod to her Spanish heritage. A spotlight illuminates Lilliana center stage, and I am once again taken aback at just how stunning she is. Her mother was beautiful, and when Lilliana was a child, I could tell that she would follow in those footsteps, but even I am amazed at how she has grown. It is not only her physical appearance that makes her this way, either. She carries herself with a poise and grace that I have not seen in human women in centuries. As the music continues to flow, I see that two men have joined her on stage. As they both reach her, they stand on either side of her, and the trio begins to move and bend together as one. I am impressed by how well they move together, but, I begin to find myself not enjoying how sensual the performance is. I understand that the tango is a lover's dance, and I was completely prepared for there to be some heat to her number, but this goes beyond anything I ever could've imagined. I feel the tenor of the audience changing around me, knowing that every man in that audience, and even some of the women, is picturing what it would be like to run their hands over Lilliana's smooth flesh. I'm sure Eric recognizes this as well, because almost simultaneously, our fangs run out. As one of her partners pulls Lilliana's ankle over his shoulder, and lifts her so her other leg is around his waist, straddling him, she bows her back and raises her chest, and his hand runs down her body between her breasts. In order to keep myself from vaulting to the stage and killing him, my hands grip the armrests of the seat so hard, I'm sure they're permanently damaged. As the song comes to an end, I watch as the two men lay her on the stage, each of them over her, and just when it seems they are about to put their mouths on each of her breasts, they faces look up at the crowd, and it's over. I actually felt Eric's hand on my wrist retraining me. He knew how close I was to snapping. The audience applauded wildly, and Eric, Sookie and I stood and made our way to the lobby. I concentrated on calming myself down. I knew it wouldn't do for Lilliana to see me this upset over her performance. I sense her presence, and looked up to see her walking towards us with her two partners on either side of her. If she had been alone, I might've been able to keep a level head; however, seeing the two men who had just had their hands all over the body of my Lilliana, I was furious. She introduced them to us, but I didn't hear a word she said. After a moment of silence, she told us that she would change and meet us back at Fangtasia, I nodded, and with Eric and Sookie hot on my heels, I proceeded to the car, and drove to the club.
Once we arrived at the club, I went through the employee entrance and straight into Eric's office. I heard Eric ask Sookie to stay in the main bar area and wait for Lilliana, then tell his minion, Chow, to let me know the minute she arrives.
After he came in and shut the door, he said, "Well, it would seem that Ana is no longer our little girl."
"Yes," I answered, "so it would seem." There was much I wanted to say about the subject, but I held my tongue, trying to pull back the reigns on my temper. I decided that a change in subject would be best for the time being. "Isabel has the location of Mr. Newlin. I highly suggest that we wait a few days, let him get comfortable, and then ambush him."
Eric seemed to like this idea, and for several minutes, we went over several different scenarios of how we could play this out. There was a knock at the door, and after Eric bade the knocker enter, Chow stuck his head in and told us that Lilliana and her 3 friends had arrived. "Please escort her in. Only her though, Chow, no one else." Eric, like me, knew it would not be wise to have an audience for this conversation. Lilliana would be embarrassed if she was chastised in front of others.
She walked into the office looking flushed, and happy. She was wearing jeans and a black Fangtasia t-shirt Eric had given her when he first opened the bar. She excitedly looked from Eric to myself, and looked as if she was about to speak, but then the realization of the tension in the room hit her, and she sank into the couch.
"You didn't approve of my performance," she said, not indicating which of us she was speaking to. I knew though, her comment was meant for me.
"Lilliana, you certainly have talent, which is undisputable. But was it really necessary to put yourself on display like that? I always thought that such perverse behavior was beneath you." Eric looked up at me, and with his eyes tried to convey that I might have crossed a line, but my temper had peaked, and there was no stopping it now. "You are a beautiful, strong woman and dancer; you don't have to go around acting like a strumpet to prove it." With this, she met my eyes, and I could see the hurt she felt at my words, but the hurtful thoughts continued to flow from me before I was able to stop them. "I'm glad your mother died when you were a child; it would've killed her to see her only daughter acting like a wanton whore for all to see." She recoiled as if she had been slapped. I watched as she closed her eyes, silent tears trailing down her cheeks. Not meeting either of us in the eye, she simply said, "I am sorry I have disgraced you with my behavior. Please, forgive me," and walked out of the office. With my Vampire ears, I heard her go to one of her friends and ask that he take her home, and she left. I turned to Eric, and he raised his eyes at me. "That was a little over the top, don't you think? You know how much your opinion matters to her. We'll be lucky if you didn't just destroy her spirit." I had no answer to that. I had regretted the words the moment they passed my lips, but what's said is said.
SPOV
When I opened Lilliana's door, and was overwhelmed by the coppery smell of blood, I felt every muscle in my body want to instinctively freeze. But I knew I couldn't. Obviously, Lilliana was hurt, possibly dead (oh God, please don't let her be dead), and I needed to find her; to help her. "Lilliana?" I called as I made my way into the living room. There were a few overturned lamps, but other than that, nothing seemed out of place. Then, I turned to look down the hallway, and my heart dropped into my stomach. There was broken glass everywhere, and a trail of blood leading from the hallway bathroom into the master bedroom. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes for a moment, gathering my strength, knowing I had to find her. Just to be on the safe side, I grabbed a large knife from the kitchen and held it at the ready, then made my way slowly down the hallway, peering into each open doorway I passed. The glass shower enclosure in the bathroom had been shattered; well, that explained the broken glass. There was a lot of blood, and what looked like two sets of footprints. One, a barefoot; the other, what looked like a sneaker. The footprint was small, and the shoe was larger. I assumed that Lilliana's prints were the bare foot, and judging by the size of the shoeprint, that her attacker had been male. I moved on. I once again called her name, and once again, got no response. I carefully walked through the doorway into the master bedroom, following the blood trail. It let to the far side of her bed. As I got closer to the bed, I felt a feeling of dread wash over me. I slowly peered around the bed, and for the rest of my life, I will never forget what I saw. Lilliana, her clothes mostly ripped from her body, lay in a small pool of blood. She had been severely beaten. I could see that she had pulled herself into this room after her attacker must have left. One of her hands was wrapped around her cell phone, and I knew that she must have been trying to call for help, but most have lost consciousness before she could hit the 'send' button. I gently rolled her from her stomach to her back so I could check to see if she was still alive. Amazingly, her face didn't look very bad. Apparently, whoever had done this had decided to keep the 'damage' contained to her small body. I brushed the blood-caked hair from her face, and put my fingers to her neck to check for a pulse. It was there, but it was weak. I took the cell phone from her hand and before I dialed 911, I noticed the number she had tried to dial earlier. Fangtasia. That told me that this had happened last night, because, no one would answer the phone there during the day. I called for an ambulance, told them where in the apartment we were, and waited, praying that I'd found her soon enough. I could hear the sirens as the ambulance pulled up to the building, and just then, I felt Lilliana stir in my arms. I looked down, and her eyes were slightly opened. "Sookie," she whispered. "Shhhh, I'm here. Help is on the way." Before she lost consciousness again, I heard her say a single word. "Godric."
I sat, fidgeting, in the ambulance as we were rushed to the hospital, the two paramedics doing everything they could to stabilize her vitals, while relaying to the hospital how severe her condition was. Thankfully, I had grabbed her purse on my way out of the door so I could be sure to show the doctors what seizure medications she was taking, so that nothing they gave her reacted badly with it. When we reached the hospital, I followed them in, but as they pushed her into one of the trauma rooms, a nurse held me back and said that I couldn't go in. I handed her Lilliana's purse and told her that her seizure medication was there, and she thanked me, and told me that she'd let me know as soon as they had more information for me. I stood in the hallway, tears flowing freely down my cheeks now. "Please let her be okay. God, please let her live. She has to be okay." My mind called out in prayer. I knew what I had to do, and it wasn't something I looked forward to. I pulled a small piece of paper from my pocket, dialed the number scrolled on it on my phone, and when I heard the beep of the voicemail, left a message. "Eric, this is Sookie. I'm in the emergency room at the Shreveport Hospital. Someone beat the hell out of Lilliana. You and Godric need to get here as close to first dark as you can. Call me on your way and I'll tell you what room she's in." Then I made my way to an empty chair in the hallway, and sat, feeling completely and utterly useless.
GPOV
Being as old as I am, I can rise before the sun actually goes down, I just can't leave the sanctity of my darkened bedroom. When I woke that evening, I felt my blood pulsing through my veins, and my body tense. Something was very wrong. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the various bonds I had with those closest to me. Eric was fine, still resting. Isabel, the same. Lilliana. No, damnit. Not her. Nothing can have happened to her. But, I knew otherwise without a doubt. I grabbed my phone off the table next to my bed and dialed her cell number. No answer. Damnit! In the short amount of time that I've lived here in Shreveport, I haven't taken the opportunity to hire a day person, so, there's really no one I can call. Just as I was searching for some way to check on her, I felt my phone vibrate indicating an incoming call. It was Eric. "Godric, I woke to find I had a very disturbing voicemail from Sookie. She said that Lilliana had been severely beaten and is in the emergency room. She asks that we come immediately." No, this can't be happening. She can't have been taken from me. I can't have the last words I said to her have been in anger. "Get ready, the moment the sun sets, take to the sky. I will meet you at the hospital." With that, I shut my phone. I hastily threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and shoes, and waited for the exact moment I felt the sun go down. When it did, I was out of the house and into the air in less than 10 seconds. I landed in front of the doors marking the emergency room entrance, and was joined by Eric a short moment later. "She's in room 317," he said. And with that, we strode into the hospital, ignoring the frightened cries around us and people realized two vampires had just walked into the hospital.
SPOV
I stood by the window in Lilliana's room, looking out into the night, watching the sun set, knowing what the darkness would bring. I was trying not to pay too much attention to what was going on behind me. There was a female doctor and a nurse trying to determine the extent of Lilliana's wounds. "Miss, at this point in the exam, we're going to ask you to step aside," the nurse said to me. I turned, and after realizing what was going to happen, nodded my head and went into the hallway. I felt my phone vibrate, and answered it, instinctively knowing it was either Eric or Godric. "Sookie," Eric's voice said. "Room 317," I said, and with that, he hung up. Less than a minute later, I saw the two of them moving down the hallway towards me. When they got close, I put my hands up, motioning for them to stop.
"Wait, you can't go in yet, the doctor is examining her."
"All the more reason for me to be there," came Godric's reply.
He moved to step behind into the doorway, but I put my hand on his chest to stop him. "No, Godric, you need to wait. The doctor is doing a vaginal exam." My eyes dropped to the floor as I said this. I couldn't bring myself to watch his face as I said it.
I felt him stiffen, and I heard the slight sound of fangs running out coming from both his direction, and from Eric's. "Did whoever did this, did they….?" He couldn't finish his sentence. He couldn't say the word, as if uttering it aloud would make it true.
"We don't know. She passed out during the assault, and her other injuries indicate that it's possible, so the doctor is trying to determine that now." The three of us stood in silence, not knowing what to say or do, until the door opened, and the nurse said, "You can come back in now."
Godric, being the closest to the door, was the first inside, and I saw him stiffen and come to a halt when his eyes found her for the first time. I heard a slight growl coming from his chest, and Eric stepped into the room beside him, and I saw him have the exact same reaction. There were cuts and bruises all over her body. His right leg had been braced, as well as her left wrist. There were several layers of tape around her mid-section, holding together broken ribs. She had a slight black eye, but other than that, her face seemed untouched.
I stepped up behind the two vampires, rest a hand on each of their shoulders, and said, "Go. She needs to know you're here." A split second later, they were both at her side. Godric put his hand on her forehead and lightly stroked her hair, while Eric held her 'good hand' in his. Her eyes fluttered open, and she tried to smile when she saw them. "You're here," she breathed. "You came."
"Of course we're here dear one. We'll ALWAYS be here," Eric replied. It seemed like Godric was silent because he wasn't sure how to respond. The doctor came to stand closer to me, and said quietly, "The only good news I can give you at this point is that she was not raped. The police should be with you in just a moment, they'd like to get a statement from her as soon as possible, before she looses any of the details," and with that, both she and the nurse turned and walked out.
When the doctor told us that Lilliana had not been raped, I felt a huge weight lift off my chest. This was traumatic enough, she didn't need to try and recover from that as well. There was a slight knock on the door, and two uniformed police officers entered. "We're here to interview the victim of an assault," one of the officers said, almost as if he were asking it as a question.
Lilliana opened her eyes again and tried to smile at them. "Yup, that would be me," she said. Silly girl, always trying to be so polite.
"Well, there are just a few questions we need to ask if you don't mind."
"No, not at all, go on ahead and ask away." With this, Godric moved away from Lilliana, and stood staring out the window. I was certain he'd done this because he didn't want her to see his reaction as she recounted her terrible ordeal.
"First things first, full name please."
"Lilliana Elaina de la Vega."
"The officer's eyebrow rose slightly. "De la Vega, huh? You certainly don't LOOK Spanish."
"Gentlemen, if you don't mind, why don't you stick to questions that are actually RELEVANT to your investigation," came Eric's icy voice. This threw both of the officers back into business mode.
"Date of birth?"
"November 13, 1989."
"Now, miss, do you by any chance know who did this to you?"
"Yes, I do actually." This caught everyone but me by surprise. I'd had a feeling I knew who it was, but I didn't want to say anything to upset her.
"And that would be who?"
"Mark Reynolds," she said. Just as I'd suspected. The 'friend,' she'd trusted enough to give her a ride home from Fangtasia last night.
"Okay, starting from the beginning, please tell us exactly what happened."
"Well, Mark and I were at a club last night, and I had a sort of, disagreement, with a close friend and wanted to leave, so I asked him for a ride home. He drove me to my apartment and said he wanted to walk me in because he was concerned for my safety. We sat on the couch in the living room, and he asked me what was bothering me, so I started to tell him, and then, it's almost as if he lost control. He stood up suddenly, grabbed me by the wrist, and hauled me into the guest bathroom. He told me that he should've known that I was just a dirty, no-good, fangbanger. I told him to get out, and he hit me in the face," as she said this, she reached up and touched her eye, wincing slightly. "He told me that I should get used to bleeding, because that's all that all my life was going to be since I was in love with a vampire." When she said this, I saw her eyes flit to Eric, and his to her. Wow. I had not seen that coming. I felt a twinge of sorrow in my heart, but pushed it aside. Now was not the time to think of myself. "After that, he pushed me through the shower enclosure, and it shattered, and I hit my head on the tiled wall. The next thing I remember is waking up alone in the doorway to my bedroom, in major pain, feeling very weak. I crawled towards my phone and tried to dial the number for Fangtasia, but I must've passed out before I could place the call."
"Fangtasia? The bar? Why would you call there?" Seriously, is this cop THAT stupid?
"That would be because I OWN the place," Eric said, staring daggers at the two officers.
"Alright, well, we're going to go check with your doctor for a minute, and then, if you feel up to it, we're going to have you sign this form, and we'll leave you to rest." With that, the two of them walked out the door.
"Eric," Lilliana said softly, "do you think you could help me into the bathroom? I've REALLY gotta pee."
"Of course," he said, and lifted her, walked her into the bathroom, sat her on the toilet, and stepped out and shut the door to give her some privacy. Godric was still staring out the window, so I crossed the room to look at Eric. Even knowing that this was NOT the time to be asking this question, I couldn't help myself.
"So, did you know that she was in love with you?"
He looked down into my eyes, a hint of a smile touching the corners of my mouth. "Oh, I've known for a long time that she is in love. But it's not me she has these feelings for."
"But, then, who…?" This didn't make any sense to me. But, as I wondered aloud, I saw Eric's gaze turn to Godric. Godric's back stiffened ever so slightly, and he turned his head a small bit to see what Eric's reply was, before returning his gaze to the night sky. "Oh." I couldn't think of anything else to say at that moment.
The bathroom door slowly began to open, and Eric turned and lifted Lilliana in his arms again and carried her back to her bed. Once she was settled in, she gave Eric's hand a squeeze and mouthed 'thank you' to him. He nodded and walked back to stand next to me.
"Godric," Lilliana said softly. He turned to her and placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair once again. "I'm so sorry this happened. I didn't mean to shame you. I just don't know…"
"Shhh, little one. This is not your fault. You are the victim here. This was done to you. There is nothing you could've done to prevent it, just as nothing you did provoked it."
She closed her eyes, and I saw a tear roll down her cheek as she turned her head to lean lightly into his arm.
The police officers and the doctor walked in once more, and one of the officers walked up to Lilliana's bed with a clipboard and pen, and asked if she could sign the statement for their files. She lifted her hand and signed as best she could. They told her to get some rest, and they'd be in contact if anything happened, and left.
"Pardon me, doctor," Godric asked, "but is there anything else that you need Lilliana for?" The doctor looked slightly taken aback by this question. "No, we've finished all of our exams, she just needs to rest now."
"Well, in that case," he said looking back down into Lilliana's eyes, "I'm taking her home." He bent, lifting her into his arms, and cradled her as she pressed her head into his chest. If anyone in the hallways of the hospital found this strange, they were smart and kept their mouths shut.
As we exited the hospital, I saw Pam standing by Godric's Audi, and parked next to it was a car with Chow in the driver's seat. As we got closer, Pam tossed a set of keys to Eric, got in the car with Chow, and they drove off. Eric opened the backseat door for Godric, waited until he and Lilliana were inside, then shut the door and crawled behind the wheel as I got into the passenger seat. As we pulled out of the hospital parking lot, I turned slightly to look in the backseat, and saw that silent tears were flowing freely down Lilliana's cheeks. Godric continued to stroke her hair, and murmured softly to her.
"Var inte rädd lilla. Jag är här. Jag kommer alltid att vara här. Jag håller dig säker min älskade." After Lilliana fell asleep, the rest of the drive was made in complete silence.
Translation:
Do not be afraid little one. I am here. I will always be here. I will keep you safe my beloved.