A/N: Hello, sorry for the late update. I would just like to say I'm not exactly sure how the vampire transformation works so many details I have made up in order to depict make the transformation process even more meaningful to you guys as well as to the vampires committing it.

Thud.

Whoosh.

Groan.

"Godric, are you sure you can't help me?" I ask for the millionth time with a thud as my shovel hits the ground. I lean against the shovel inside of my 5 foot grave, huffing and puffing to get Godric's attention. It's not that I'm tired or exhausted-although I pretend to be; it's just that I'm bored! For almost an hour I have been digging and digging while Godric's just sits on his lawn chair with my heart shaped sunglasses on and my Tru Blood in his hand.

In the 'Sheriff' voice he's been using all night he repeats, "If you wish to take on the responsibility of caring for a child you must learn how hard of a job it is and it is one only you can accomplish." And I just can't help but to mouth the words along with him as he says them.

I lift my arm up use it to dangle my body on the edge of the grave so I can look at him. I catch a glimpse of him taking a sip of my TruBlood-which is the only nutrition I have seen him ingest in all our time together-and I giggle because he makes a face which means it's too sweet for him. I hide my smile and whine, "But Godric, it's taking too long! Bernard is starting to rot!"

"If you can't complete the simple task of digging a grave without complaint then perhaps this is a sign you are not ready for a child," he snaps out of nowhere.

I look at him with years threatening to fall from my face. He lets out a sigh and before I know Indy I'm sitting on his lap with his arms around me and his face in my neck. I close my eyes and indulge in the familiarity of my surroundings. I don't know what it is about having his chest to my bah and his arms around me but it is the ultimate comfort.

He leans his lips to my ear and whispers, "I apologize for my outburst, Amie-my love. Have you finished digging?"

I nod my head lightly as I lean my face forward to press my mouth against his arm. I mumble, "I am."

"Are you positive it is enough, Amie? That does not look like six feet."

"Godric!" I groan, my eyes filling again as I look over little, stinky Bernard.

"Fine," he huffs, "Set him in and I will cover you both."

I turn around in his arms and press light kisses on his face, "Thank you. I love you, Godric!"

He smiles only briefly before I stand and pick up Bernard in my arms who-for some reason-has gotten a lot heavier. I stand at the edge of the grave and lean down so I can lightly toss him in. I turn around but before i can hug Godric his arms around me and he's crushing me against him in the way that I love so much. I shut my eyes and melt into his embrace because I know he wants me to. This whole time he has been shielding his emotions from me but now he lets his walls down and I feel just how anxious he is and how terrified he is I am going to stop loving him.

I look up at him so I can lean my chin against his chest and kiss at his neck lightly, just because I know it makes him feel...good. I whisper against his skin, "I will always love you, Godric. Nothing will ever change that."

I can feel how my words hit him and I know he is trying to believe them and hoping that they are true. His arms loosen around him and his hands suddenly cup my face as he presses his head to mine, "Make certain you stay still, Amie. His body will shake and tremble and you must keep him in place. I'll retrieve you after the forty-eighth hour and on the next evening the transformation will be complete and what ever you do, my love, stay calm."

I nod my head as I look into his eyes so that he understands I am listening to him. I reach my hand up and press it against the side of his cheek, just to feel the perfect smooth of it against my palm, "I'm going to miss you."

He shakes his head briefly with a small smile on his lips, "There is no time down there. You won't even know I am gone."

I frown slightly, "Tell me you love me."

His arms hold me tight again as he sighs, "You know I do. Now go. It's almost too late."

I nod my head and step away from him so I can jump into the grave. The grave is really narrow because this whole time I had only been digging for me but as I get on my knees I push Bernard onto his side and wrap my arms around him so there is more room. I hold him tight against me and curl slightly, not because I want to buy because my body wants to. I glance up at Godric just before the first shovel full of dirt falls and for a second I think I can see a tell-tale stream of red but more dirt falls and my eyes are suddenly forced shut by there own will. As the dirt falls and becomes heavier and heavier on me I hold tighter onto Bernard for fear that he will slip from me but then I remember Godric's words and I whisper to myself, "I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)." And I am calm again.

That is until Bernard starts to scream.