I wake up in his arms. Pleasant coolness surrounds me, his strong arms are wrapped around me protectively and his bare chest in firmly pressed to my back, his breath tickling me. But, unfortunately, the sickness breaks through the bubble of the after-sex-morning and I feel like I'm about to vomit. Cautiously removing his hands from me, trying not to wake him up, I manage to free myself, get out of bed, and barely manage to throw one of his T-shirts on before my tummy starts contracting and I feel the leftovers of the food I had long ago coming back. Running to the bathroom I somehow manage to close the door quietly rather than banging it behind my back. In a second I'm kneeling in front of the toilet, getting rid of all the food I have in me, and just begging that Godric won't wake up. Having in mind that the sun had raised at least four hours ago, I'm almost certain that even the brunet's age won't help him awake this early. However a second later I feel somebody pulling the hair out of my face, a soothing pat over my back indicating that I am no longer alone. Even though I try to stop the flow of leftovers leaving my mouth I can't. So, ashamed to the bottom of my soul, I keep on vomiting until there's nothing left. Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I wipe my mouth, my hands shaking. Godric caresses my hair softly, gently and picks me up by the elbows. My legs are weak so when he releases me I stumble to the side and start falling down. He catches me mid-air and tries to make me look at him. Instead I press my back to his chest, his hard muscles feeling great against my back. He sighs.

"When will you start talking to me, Sookie?" his sad tone makes my heart ache. "You wanted me to start opening up, yet you tend to be even more out of reach for me." He buries his face in my hair.

In a blink I'm in the shower, the freezing cold water hitting my sensitive skin, cleaning it. Godric's shirt is now like a second skin on me, tracing my curves. But that doesn't matter. I know he isn't impressed by my bum, round hips, flat stomach or breasts in any way. I know he wants me for me, not the wrap. Yet I feel that the burden I carry is too heavy and ugly. 'How can I press him into offering me his true self when I'm too afraid to offer mine back?' I wonder, my hands balling into fist, as anger starts pulsating in me. 'How can I be such an egoistic bitch and then act like a Drama Queen!?' the next thing I know I smash my fist against the wall and the tiles crumble down. The searing pain that shoots up my arm brings me back from my thoughts and I take a step back. Suddenly Godric grabs me and spins me around, the ice-cold water now hitting both of us. His hair sticks to his face almost immediately; little rivulets running down his perfectly sculptured face then down his bare chest. I catch myself ogling him so I look away. His hands cup my face and turn me back towards him. His thumbs caress my cheeks as we just stand there, under the water curtain, looking at each other like we have just met. I try to swallow the lump in my throat, to take a hold over my emotions, but I know I can't. My bottom lip starts trembling and I know I have hit the wall…. Hard.

"I'm sorry…" I mutter.

"For what?" his voice is full of emotions.

"For…for…being such a burden… to you…to the nest… to everyone…" my voice quavers and I stop talking.

A single tear runs down my cheek. It's bloody red.

He wipes it off in an instant, shaking his head, worry taking over his usually calm posture.

"No. Don't do it, Sookie." He pleads.

I shake my head as well as I grab his hands into mine. I squeeze them lightly and bring them to my lips, kissing his knuckles. A second later I let them go and look at the brunet. He looks confused.

"I can't let somebody else pay for my sins. Sable already paid the price for stepping in for me. You won't be the second."

"Sookie…" he starts.

"Let me finish." He only nods. "I'm tired of others getting hurt thanks to my incapability of making things right. Now I'm finally able to complete the task. And I'll do it." I take a brief pause to collect my emotions and push them away. "I'm going to kill Sophie-Anne, Godric. And I'm going to do it now."

He looks at me shocked for a second but suddenly all emotions leave his face, as if someone wiped them out with a towel.

"I can't change your mind, can I?"

"No."

"You do know there will be severe consequences?"

"Yes."

"I won't be able to help you then…"

"I know, and I don't want you to get involved."

This time he looks away, having an inner fight with himself. I know I have to go and he needs to rest. The bleeds have already started, his skin is paler and greyer so I take a deep breath and cup his face. He looks at me, his eyes sad.

"I love you. And it has been a great honour for me to be here, to have the chance to know you. For that I'll be always grateful. But here we part ways." The words leave my mouth smooth, not even a single emotion lingering in the end.

With a single twist I snap his neck, his limp body falling in my arms. I waste no time. Laying him on the bed I start preparing myself. After changing my clothes and taking everything I'd probably need, I once again look at him. I know he is listening to my every movement. Biting my lower lip I rush to his side and just watch his peaceful form for a second. Then I bent down and kiss his forehead.

"Find the happiness you deserve, Godric." I murmur against his skin before I back away.

Shutting all my emotions off I leave the room soundlessly.

"Are you sure this will work?" I glance at the little creature in the jar then at Akala and back.

"I'm sure. If this can't kill the Queen, then God help us!" the blonde mumbles as she puts back the nets and traps in the backpack.

"Well… I expected something bigger…" I say, putting the jar in the special container and gently placing in on top of everything else.

"God forbid!" yells Akala as she zips it up and hands it to me.

I roll my eyes and throw the backpack on my back.

"At least it was easy." I add.

"Yeah. The easiest part is over though." She says and I nod, catching up on her thoughts.

"You are going back home, as I have promised you." I reassure the flower girl as we exit the forest and reach the meadow where we teleported not even three hours ago.

She only nods, her silence making me tense. Looking at her bowed head I realise something is troubling her.

"What's wrong?" I question as we reach the circle I drew when we came.

"I have a bad feeling. Can you bring me back to the nest?" her sudden request shocks me.

"To the nest? You know I can't do that. After I kill her I'll either get killed or hide somewhere, but both ways I won't be able to teleport you back to Hawaii, let alone protect you if needed."

"I know all your strength will go in teleporting yourself around, but at least now you'll save some by dropping me off at Godric's."

"Akala…. I…I'm not sure wheatear or not Godric will protect you… we had….somewhat of a fight before I left…" I whisper as my heart clenches painfully.

"You two had a fight!? Again? God, what are you doing with that poor fella'? I'm shipping you both so hard and you keep on pushing him away?!"

"I'm pushing him away for his own good! I'm trying to protect him!" I fight back, feeling offended.

"Oh, yeah? And what was that last fight about? Oh, I remember! He wasn't letting you in and you got angry. I'm okay with that cus' as a woman I was once in the same situation so I know how much it sucks when there's lack of communication. But now? "

I'm left amazed and utterly shocked by her words. As a side viewer Akala's point of view is a lot more subjective than mine, but really? 'Am I really such a bitch?!'

"I… We…" I look away, hiding my face with my hands.

"What happened? You know you can tell me" she says calmly, reassuringly.

"Oh, Akala! I basically told him we can't be together."

"Why!?"

"Because after I kill the Queen it won't be safe. And the last thing I want is for his to jeopardise his life for me. I just can't have any more people suffering because of me." Tears are forming in the corners of my eyes.

Akala stays silent; her eyebrows are knitted together, her expression – sad. I shake my head. 'Be strong! For God's sake you need to kill that bitch before you go all choo-choo!'

"We need to go" I rush the blind girl inside the circle and hug her. Closing my eyes I concentrate on her heartbeat once again.

…Thump….Thump…Thump…Thump…Thump….

The dizziness vanishes faster than before and I, pulling poor little stumbling Akala behind me, enter the living room of Godric's house. The white room is empty, only the fishes in the fish tank near the fireplace moving. The bubbling sounds that come from the little aqua habitat sooth my nerves as I lead my friend to the leather couch and lay her down. Her body is limp, her eyelids closing. It seems that the teleportation back sucked out all of her remaining energy. I let her take off her jacket while I rush to my room, grab a blanket and return, only to find the blonde soundly asleep, cuddled like a child. I smile at this sight and near her, careful not to make a sound. I tuck her with the fluffy blanket, her frail form murmuring something under her breath in her sleep. I smirk when I manage to make out the words "don't let him swim away". 'Jee, you really do ship Godric and me.'

I turn away and exit the room. In the corridor I stop only for a second to look at the staircase and at the second floor, a sudden flash of memories from the assault making my body stiffen, cold shivers running down my spine. 'And that happened only a few days ago… it feels like it was years from now.' I shake my head for God know which time for today and near the antechamber. A pull in me stops me from grabbing the doorknob and fleeting away, though. It's faint, but tangible and I almost let it lead me back. I know it's Godric who is calling me back. His lonely eyes suddenly flash in front of me, making me take a sharp breath. Because it sucks to be alone, to believe nobody loves you, no one wants you. That's the worst feeling that a person is capable of feeling. Even love isn't so devastating when it's not shared. And I have been feeling that way for a long time before I met him. Godric made my world brighter, better. 'He is my mate.' But the insecurity deep in me never really let me tell him. Probably he knows, but does not wish to connect himself with me in any way. Or is afraid of rejection, just like me. Either way I grit my teeth, take a few plunges towards the wooden door and grab the doorknob. Yet I do not twist it. I just stay and listen. Akala's heartbeat drums through the house like a giant gong, but apart from that it's all silent. I close my eyes for a brief moment, trying to compose myself and to push all the memories aside. 'If I want to do this right I have to be merciless and without any prejudices. Godric needs to stay away. ' I open my eyes and twist the knob, pull it and cross the threshold, exiting the house. A second before I close the door the pull reappears even stronger, making me halt for a second. Gripping the knob like my life depends on it I pull the door, closing it with a soft click. And in that very moment I know I have made yet another mistake in my long existence. The only thing I hope for is that in the long run it all be worth it.

I find her in her chambers, her form sprawled like a lazy cat over the upholstered in red suede canapé. Her body is covered by a thin and light dress, which doesn't leave much to the imagination. As I tip-toe next to her sleeping form I notice her flamboyant carrot hair is spewed all over the red pillows, her red nail digging into a pair of dice, the red lipstick on her lips smudged all over her pale skin. I roll my eyes at her. 'Red is so your colour, bitch!' I admit and I feel tempted to just pull her heart out of her ribcage, but that will be too obvious, too easy. Not to mention that I'll give her fast death, not even realizing that I was the one who took her precious life away. 'No,' I shake my head, 'she will get what she deserves – a slow torturing, rotting death!'

As I pull a little box, with holes drilled in its lid, out of my backpack, careful not to touch the places where the butterfly's antennae may have been, Sophie-Anne's form suddenly shifts. I freeze on the spot, taking a short glance at my wrist watch, only to realise it's about noon. 'No way can she wake up so early!' I convince myself and sigh. Putting the 'present' on the coffee table I next pull the rope out of the bag. In the light of the candles its shine illuminates the otherwise foggy end of the spacious room. Before I came here I made sure that the robe was soaked in liquid silver. Thanks to my leather gloves I do not feel pain, but I'm sure she will when I tie her up. A dark smirk forms in the corner of my mouth and I feel like doing the villain laugh right now. Somehow I manage to restrain myself and proceed in pulling stuff out of the bag. The last thing I grab is a little metal box. I open the lid soundlessly and take the little test tube with greenish liquid in it. Of course the end of the tube is blocked by a cork so the poisonous substance stays inside. The smirk on my face grows wider and more mischievous at the very thought what the little brat will go through in the next 48 hours.

After fetching a syringe and a sterile needle out of a side pocket a put the two parts together and take the test tube. The greenish liquid in it now looks dark purple, even black. As I get rid of the cork and put some of the substance in the syringe, of course after checking there are no bubbles inside, I grab Sophie-Anne's wrist and pierce her skin. She moans and I try not to roll my eyes at that erotic sound. Judging by her appearance she had had a little fun before bed. When she doesn't wake up I push the plunger and watch as the fluid leaves its container and enters the ginger's body. I'm pretty sure that by the time I have finally put some painkillers in her system the smirk of my face can scare the shit out of Satan himself. After I glimpse at my watch for a second time I then take the rope and look around. A beautiful and surely quite expensive chandelier hangs from the ceiling. With all his mighty glory and massiveness, in the twilight in the room, I find it both appealing and intimidating. Without a second thought I jump up, steadying myself on the ceiling itself and swirl the rope around the base of the chandelier. After making sure it's going to hold her I jump back down, all this done without even the slightest sound. The next few minutes are dedicated to tying her body with another rope. It's a long one, not a few short pieces so I first tie it around her waist. One end goes down and I tie it around her knees, then down around her ankles. The other half goes up and after turning her around so she is laying on her stomach I tie her arms together behind her back harshly, the knot close to her elbows, and then around her wrists. I'm not gentle at all. I pull and twist without even the slightest feeling of remorse. After all the pain that's about to come will be a lot greater and damaging than this. Even now I can hear the slight hissing sound coming from her burning skin where the dress doesn't cover her and I smirk; Sophie-Anne frowns slightly put that's all. After checking that she is tightly tied I carefully grab her body, trying not to touch myself with the rope, and stand under the chandelier. Looking up at the hanging hook I jump and with a single movement I hang her on it. Her body tilts forwards and swings for a second or two. After I'm sure she won't fall, not that it won't be hilarious to watch, I return back to the coffee table. There, in 10 boxes are hidden the cherries of this cake. I dare not open the lids, though, as I have a little more work to do.

All the walls in this room are white and I find it quite ironic, so I grunt out loud. Tensing I listen for any indication that somebody may have heard me. Sighing with relief a minute later I return to my precious occupation - fetching small spray bottles from the backpack. They are full of old blood and some other pretty gross stuff that smell horrible and are hard to get rid of. I look at the little bottles doubtfully as I have never really managed to test them. Yet I put on a mask over my mouth and nose, and near the wall. I spray a thick straight line. It doesn't smell at all, I conclude, and take off the mask. It doesn't take me more than six minutes to finish my masterpiece. Then another four for the other walls. In the end I have no paint left but as I take a step back to observe what I have done I realise I don't need any more of it. Chuckling smugly I throw everything that's not needed anymore in the backpack and zip it up. I decide that a few more damages out of spite won't hurt me and go ravish her precious wardrobe. After I'm done destroying her whorish clothes I'm left with a feeling of great satisfaction… and a need of a hot shower.

I don't even spare the hanging from the ceiling Queen a last glance as I throw the backpack on my back and garb the light thread that connects all the lids of the boxes. With a light pull they all open and even though I wanna see the butterflies flying around I'm not too keen on meeting them again. Not to mention that the 'paint' finally starts working and an awful reek comes from the walls. I'm gone in a heartbeat, living Sophie-Anne at the mercy of those little creatures. 'Have a good taste of your own medicine, bitch! Hope you rot!'

Five months later I'm still hiding. Sophie-Anne had died in great pain and misery, as the rumours say and like I had predicted we were accused of having something to do with the assault. At least with my sudden departure there was somebody to blame. I don't mind it one bit as that is the way I wanted it to be from the begging. The same night I pulled off that stunt of the Queen I left the States with the first flight and landed in the Czech Republic where I hid for a few weeks until I managed to recover and return back to normal. From there I went to Lithuania, Vilnius to be precise. After only a week I got bored, or paranoid, whichever you choose, and decided it's time to see Prague. It turned out it was a lot more beautiful than I had imagined so I stayed for two weeks, touring through the narrow streets during the night. Time passed slowly, I admit. I missed my father and Jason but I wasn't worried as I heard that shortly after my departure they were allowed to return back to San Diego. My concerned thoughts didn't leave Isy behind as well, even Stan if you dare believe. But Godric's well-being was my greatest worry. I couldn't get to anything apart from the fact that he was in some sort of trouble. No one told me what for. To sum up – those five months passed slower than I had ever expected, the constant worry literally killing my appetite, making me skinnier.

Being left in the shadows is the worst someone can feel during a war time. But I knew it was a necessity when I signed up for it. So imagine my surprise when one evening while I was drinking my tea in a little flat in the outskirts of a small city in Slovenia there was a loud bang on my door. It was so fierce and sudden that I jumped up and almost spilled my tea. I tip-toed to the door, cautiously and ready to attack, only to find Stan, himself, as wet as a chicken on my threshold, shivering from cold.

"You couldn't have hidden in a smuggler place, could ya'?" his voice rumbled from behind his scarf.

I was so happy to see him that I literally jumped at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, giving him a bear hug!

"Crazy chick! I dunno what that man sees in ya!" he grumbled as he entered the living room, seeking warmth.

After an hour and a few cups of warm blood for him, and tea for me, he told me what had happened after my glorious act. And to say that he was both pissed and proud with me was an underestimation. Stan also told me in detail the death of the bitch, how she was almost unrecognizable, how Luke was out of his mind, furious and so on. I had a really good laugh. He was amused as well until he remembered something.

"Collect your things, blonde. We are going back to Dallas. " he almost barked at me. At first I was like, hell no, but he didn't really leave me much choice after saying that it's Godric who sent him to find me.

Once again I end up at the Sycamore Strip airport in Fort Worth, again an hour behind schedule, but this time there's a car waiting for us. During the flight I was in my coffin, collecting all my strength, but now I am restless; I sit in the backseat, with a book on my lap and just gaze at the cars that pass us by. We leave the airport almost immediately, Stan barking orders to somebody through his phone. For a second I wonder if his phone can be tracked or tapped. When he hangs up he grunts, as if reading my thoughts:

"The phone is untraceable."

I only nod and once again gaze out of the window. It's raining. There are cars everywhere and a sudden feeling of déjà vu hits me, making me snort. The traffic jam we end up into, not even half an hour after our landing, makes me giggle, and Stan glares at me. I only chuckle at him and open my book.

The car never really gets to the nest. Rather than that we go to a hotel. The driver parks the SUV in one of the free stops and turns off the engine.

"Stay." Commands Stan as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

"I'm not a freaking dog, Stan! Stop acting like a bitch on her period, for God's sake!" I hiss-yell at him.

He turns around in his seat and his eyes pierce through me. It's too dark to see whether or not they have changed their colour out of anger.

"Listen little Miss-Independent! I wasted almost a month in search of your sorry ass! It has been a fucking long flight and I'm in no mood for your little spiteful mouth!" he hisses back at me.

"Excuse me!? You little..!"

"He is jeopardising everything, and I mean fucking everything, for you. Show some respect and obey some goddamn orders! I'll check if it's clear." A few seconds pass as he turns back and opens the door. "Stay put!" he warns before shutting the door.

I only watch as he vanishes in the huge underground parking lot, in search of any spies or dangers. While waiting for Stan's return I think over the thinks he said to me about Godric endangering everything. 'He should have tried to move on! Jeopardising everything to bring me back is so not what he should be doing now!' I scoff at that thought and roll my eyes. A sudden knock on my window indicates Stan's return. I grab my backpack and as he opens the door for me, I exit the car, the cool and stale ait in the lot making me tense.

The elevator ride is awkward as we ride up in silence. We took the back entry as a precaution and even then every now and then Stan was looking around, glaring at random objects or dark corners. At first I was only raising my eyebrow at him but after a few more minutes I calmed down. Now I don't even mind his unusual proximity and his glares whenever someone walks by, even though it's basically impossible for someone to recognise me. He made me put on a wig, short black bob cut, made from human hair, green contact lenses and even gave me a pair of leather gloves along with a jacket from the same material, accompanied by a pair of high heels. Of course when he handed them to me I told him that I'll look like a cheap prostitute. The bastard only smirked and told me to change. Now, fully changed, I feel strange. The wig fits me perfectly and so does everything else, but somehow I feel… out of place. As we walk down the long hallway, my heels chatting loudly in the empty space, I can recall that nervous ball in my stomach returning with full force. Suddenly we stop in front of one of the doors and Stan knocks once then opens it, not waiting to be invited in. I follow close behind, trying not to flinch from the coldness in the room. 'Why is it so freaking cold in here? And what's this smell?' Wrinkling my nose I try to at least see where I'm walking into. The door closes with a click and this time I flinch, stopping dead in my track.

"Where have you brought me, Stan?" I demand, anger mixing with fear in my veins.

"Do not worry yourself so much. You'll get wrinkles!" a familiar voice chuckles and I take a sharp breath when the lights suddenly flicker and illuminate the room.

In a semi-circle in front of the cowboy and me are standing Sable, Akala, Erik, Godric, Isabel and Jason. At first I'm speechless, just staring at them, my eyes bigger than sausages, but then Jason takes a step forward and the next thing I know he is crushing me in a hug. I giggle as he literally sniffs me, his hands wandering up and down my back, as if he wonders whether or not I'm really there. I laugh, a real laugh from months now, at his sudden show of feelings. A minute or two later we finally part, my grin spreading from ear to ear, and look at him. He grabs the wig and pulls it off of my head, releasing my long blonde curls.

"You have pinch-faced!" we both exclaim at the same time.

Our light laugh swims through the otherwise deadly-silent room. As I gaze at the others my smile suddenly vanishes. They are all worried, anxious, sad or somewhat afraid. As I gaze more intensely, the colours of the room fading away, a horrific palette reveals in front of me. In an eye blink everything returns back to normal and I knit my brows, clenching my jaw, as all the happiness and joy from moments ago evaporates in thin space. I gulp as that bad feeling from before, the one I mistook for nervousness due to the upcoming meeting with Godric, comes back from the little hole it hid when the lights came on, dread and horror overflowing in my system.

"What's wrong?" I whisper, my voice almost hoarse from fear.

Even though I didn't say a name, I'm asking Godric and he knows it. His curt nod towards his second-in-command and Stan making that ball turning into a ticking bomb.

"Let's go, Akala." Says Isabel to the blonde and grabs her hand. At that gentle gesture I only raise an eyebrow but dismiss it almost immediately. 'What's happening!?'

In a flash all the others are gone, only Jason and Godric left in the room with me.

"What's going on?" this time my voice is louder.

The males only look at each other and nod, as if reaching a wordless agreement and then the brunet starts walking away.

"Godric!" I hiss at him, blocking his way, "Answer me, for God's sake. What's wrong with all of you!? Why are you acting so strange!?"

His sad blue eyes only look at me apologetically.

"Jason is the one that will tell you everything. I'll be outside if you need me." After a light squeeze on my shoulder he is gone.

"The fuck, Jason!?" I yell at him, "What's wrong with all of you!? You act as if someone…" I leave my sentence unfinished, the realisation hitting me like a train. 'One's missing!'

"No, no, no, no, no!" I whisper, taking a step back when my brother tries to near me, shaking my head in disbelief.

My eyes are wide, my mouth gaping open, I'm panting and I feel sickened to the bone. Putting my left hand over my stomach I nod at my brother.

"Tell me."

"He's dead, Sookie. Ian gave himself into to the Authority."

"What for!?" I yell at my brother.

"He admitted treason, sister." He whispers but I feel like he had just shouted these words at me. 'No…'

"He admitted killing Sophie-Anne in cold blood." My brother adds the last nail to my coffin with a sad smile.

"No…" a faint plea leaves my lips as I stumble backwards, hitting my back in the wall.

I bend in half, my hands gripping my stomach as immerse pain courses through my body. Just now it hits me why it was dark, why it smells of chemicals… cleaning chemicals. 'They killed him in this very room…'

"I'll kill them. I'LL KILL THEM ALL!" I shout, rage giving me the strength I need to push myself up.

"You'll kill no one. You'll stay here, in Dallas, and obey the Sheriff as you are supposed to¬"

"LIKE HELL! I won't let them get away with it!" I hiss as I turn to the door.

Jason blocks it before I reach for the handle, his hands gripping my shoulders with a fierce force. As I look at him through the mist of rage, soul-lights and emotions, I find his stern emotionless face gazing at me with… pity.

"LET ME GO, DAMN YOU!" I continue shouting and struggling, but it's no use. He won't let me go.

Rather than that he grabs me and throws me on the ground, harshly. I feel no pain though and rise immediately, charging at him, all my rage at loose. Grabbing him by the T-shirt I throw him across the room and he hits the wall hard, making it crack. With my fangs bared at him I charge once more, this time grabbing him by the ankle, swinging him at the opposite wall. He hisses, stands up and runs at me, grabbing me by the hair and pushing me down, crushing my face in the floor while doing so, and keeping me put.

"FUCK YOU, JASON!" I yell, trashing around, trying to escape his vice grip.

"Sheriff." He calls out, while trying to stop my attempts to escape.

In a blink the brunet is next to us and before I can do anything he grabs me by the elbow and pulls me up. I try to free myself but his grip is even stronger than my brother's. Out of spite and blinding rage I raise my hand to strike him, believing he'll grab me by the wrist, but that doesn't happen. My hand lands on his cheek with a loud splashing sound, his head snapping to the side. I glare at him even more.

"Are you feeling better now?" his calm voice startles me and I gape at him.

"We need to get her out of here." Before Jason can add anything else we are already in a different room.

Godric is still holding me by the elbow, the red handprint on his cheek contrasting highly to his alabaster skin. I blink at him for a second before I pull myself away. He doesn't try to stop me. After taking a few steps back, as a precaution, I stare at him. He only stares back with those blue greyish eyes of his, now full of hurt, sorrow, and empathy. And just like that, out of nowhere, I break down. Rushing to the nearest corner I fall down and curl into a ball, tears running down my face, hiccups and howls tearing apart the silence of the room. With my back at him, I don't know what Godric is doing but suddenly his hands land on my shoulders. I don't even stiffen. The loud cries, the meaningless syllable and the pleas don't cease and I just find it unbearable and impossible to stop.

"Make it stop, Godric. Please. I beg of you. M-make it stop." I plead as tears keep on running down my face, smudging my vision.

"I can't little one." He murmurs as he pulls me up and carries me bridal style to the bed.

Laying me down on the soft duvet I cuddle into his lap almost immediately, tears staining his khaki pants. He pulls me up and throws the covers over us then hugs me tightly yet gently, giving me choice if I decide to pull away. I cuddle into him even more, feeling as if someone just split me apart. The last things I recall are the soothing caressing movements over my back and hair as Godric tries to relax me and the pain that wracks through my whole body. So much pain…

I'm in a dark forest. The trees are so old that have buckled under the weight of their huge crowns. The long crooked branches are entangled into each other so fiercely that form a cage above me, not letting any light in. I'm lying on the cold ground; the grass under me is cold and sticky. I barely register the fact that I'm naked. I try to stand up but it's like I'm stuck. Panic takes over my body and I start trashing around. A strong force pushes me back down, and sews my mouth so that I can stop screaming. Blood drips from the holes around my lips, the stitches pulling tightly my sensitive lips.

"Mhmp!" I try to scream for help but it's pointless.

Tears stream down my face as I feel a dark and dangerous figure approaching my body. Suddenly from the ground erupt the roots of the trees, covered in dirt and worms eating them up, and wrap themselves around me, crushing my frail body under their vice grip. I wince under the pain as their pointy ends dig into my flesh. I try to cry out again but the pressure over my throat lets only crocking sounds slip by the stitches. A hand grips my hair and pulls my head up harsh. For a second I think he'll pull it out. Instead he levels my eyes with a huge hound dog's that towers over me, his bottom jam missing, reviling only the upper rows of sharp, like daggers ,teeth. Saliva drips down from its long bifurcated tongue all over my chest and it feels like acid is burning through my flesh. But the most striking thing in this creature, that's literally a decomposing corpse, is its eyes. They are like nothing I have ever seen. Instead of colourful irises it has two huge black holes in which burn purple flames and I can hear thousands of screams, howls of pain and ground-shattering high-pitched yells. And as I look into those flames I feel my soul being pulled out from within me and dragged deeper in that hell.

"Traitor! Coward! Murder!" hisses the man holding me by the hair.

"NO!" I cry out, jolting in bed.

It's dark and I can't hear a single thing due to the blood flowing in my head along with the bells that ring in my ears. A whole fucking cathedral to be exact. Suddenly the room illuminates and I cover my eyes, pain shooting through my very core. Panting and shaking I fall back down in the bed, my head spinning like a rollercoaster, barely registering that someone is trying to talk to me. Tears roll down my cheeks, hiccups and moans slipping through my parted lips. My clothes are soaked with sweat and are stuck to my body like a second skin. Hiding my face in my hands I tremble and shake for what seems like an eternity.

"I'm here, Sookie. I'm here." Godric's soothing voice breaks through my barrier and somehow manages to relax me.

"Am I dead?" I whisper, tears still streaming down my face.

Silence follows for a few seconds before his gentle lips kiss my shoulder, his cool breath making my skin bristle. From behind the messy mass of blonde curls I look at him, terrified.

"No, dear. You are not dead." The sad notes in his voice make me wanna cry even more.

"But I will die?"

Suddenly his features harden, his face turning almost darkly serious.

"Whoever dares touch you shall die. Only over my dead body someone shall near you, wishing you harm." His whispered promise, accompanied with a gentle kiss over my shoulder, manages to soothe me and I relax under his touch.

He pulls me towards his chest and I immediately cuddle into him. For a few seconds I stay calm, staring at nothing. Then the thought that my Father died to protect me hits me like a steam locomotive. Another set of tears comes and I just cannot stop them.

"It's all going to be alright, love." assures me the brunet as he strokes my hair, lulling me back to sleep.

After what feels like hours there are no tears left in me. I feel drained, only the numb pain in my chest not letting me rest. 'Should I ever find rest and peace?' I wonder as I slowly rise on my elbows and gaze at the sleeping man under me. His face is wiped off any emotions, his features soft, yet somehow his form radiates worry. 'Even in his sleep he is worried.' I sadly admit.

Somehow I manage to slip out of the bed and stumbling reach the bathroom where I take a fast shower. After I'm sure there is no more sweat or dried tears on my body I get out of the cabin. The steam has formed a mist, the tiles are slippery but I don't care. I grab the nearest towel and wrap myself in it. Exiting the facility I find an intruder towering over Godric.

"Who are you?" I manage to mumble. Thanks to all the crying all my strength is somewhere in between the sheets. 'Shit!'

"It doesn't matter who I am, Sookie." The man says calmly as he reaches to touch Godric's face.

"Don't you even dare!" I hiss threating and charge at the man.

Grabbing him by the neck I throw him in the opposing direction before he can even lay a finger over the smooth surface of the brunet's face. The man only stands up slowly, a wide grin spread all over his face. I glare at him. Not even a word is spoken as he nears the wall.

"There's a saying that…" he starts as he finally reaches the wall, "…that you can resist the sun."

He is panting and blood is running down his head. I can hear his heart pounding rapidly and a second later I literally kick the whole bed to the right. The strength I used almost destroys the integrity of the furniture but at least it moves it in the shadowy end of the room, and also throws me in the opposite direction… right under the merciless rays of the afternoon sun. I scream as my skin starts reddening painfully. But I do not burst into flames.

"Ah! So it is true! You really manage to take up the rays of the sun!" the man grins from his spot next to the opened window.

I only hiss at him, now on my knees in front of him, my towel barely hanging around my body. The light that comes in only makes my skin smoke a little. Nothing more. It's painful – yes. Actually it hurts like a motherfucker, 'cus the afternoon sun is almost as strong as the noon one, but usually it's bearable.

"Having fun?" I growl.

He only nods, tilting his head to the side, his perverted grin making me feel disgusted.

"Good," I coo at him, now my own grin turning creepy, "'cus this is the last time you'll ever see light!" I finish and jump at him.

In a flash I'm stuck to his neck like a leech, my fangs breaking his skin and giving me that magical substance I so much crave for right now. Before I know it I have drained him of all his blood and his limp body falls to the floor, dead. I leave it there and near Godric, making sure he's ok. I find his body coiled in the furthest end of the bed, almost on the edge. A low hiss is audible as I near him. Somehow that manages to amuse me and I chuckle.

"No worries, Sheriff." I purr as I bend over him, gently touching his shoulder, "I'll handle it."

In a flash I'm back at the window, hitting that damn button and the metallic shutters come back down. In a minute the rooms is bathed in darkness once again.

"I'll take care of this. You rest." I tell him and throw on some clothes.

A few hours later it's all done, cleared, buried and etc. and I find myself calmer and more…. Resigned, let's say, with all the latest bullshit. I mourn my Maker's loss, yes, but as he told me multiply times – The sun keeps on rising, so keep on moving. Let the past be past and the dead- dead. So that's what I'll do. I'll keep on moving. I'll seek happiness. I'll love. I'll try to feel alive once again, for the good old times. And I'll try to make him feel proud of me.

With a small smile I lie back down in the bed and stare at the ceiling for a couple of minutes. Then I shake my head, turn around and cuddle into Godric. He hugs me almost immediately and I fall asleep in his embrace.