Chapter Twenty: Some Kind Of Magic

"I feel like crap. Am I supposed to feel like crap?" I groaned as I rested my head in my arms as I sat at the kitchen table. "Because I feel like..."

"Crap." Quinn chuckled, setting down a plate in front of me. "Here, eat this, it'll help."

I slowly raised my head up, my head pounding. And here I thought having a hangover was bad. This was ten times worse than that. I had used too much power, too much energy for whatever it was that I ended up doing. I couldn't even remember it entirely. I remembered a blinding light, I remembered screaming, and I remembered trying to give Godric my blood. But that was it; everything else was a bit hazy. It almost reminded me of when I had been glamoured, except I knew that wasn't possible at all.

"You did this?" I raised an eyebrow as I stared down at the plate sitting before me. It was filled with every possible breakfast food you could think of. And it all looked extremely appetizing. I hadn't eaten much today, my stomach being queasy from last night's activities, and after being wiped of all my energy, I could have eaten a horse. "You made all of this for me?"

"Does it surprise you I can cook?" Quinn settled down across from me at the table, a grin on his face. "Eat."

"You made me breakfast at 11pm?"

"It's morning somewhere." He shrugged. "Eat, it will help."

"You didn't have to do this. I don't even know why you're here. Not that I'm not happy that you're here, I'm just surprised is all." I rambled as I picked up a fork and stabbed at the eggs lying on the plate. "Why are you here anyways?"

"I guess I'm going to have to tell you at some point." Quinn sighed with a frown. "I already came clean to Sookie and it's only fair that I did the same with you."

"You're not really some Russian mafia member are you?" I asked suspiciously, taking a mouth full of French toast and moaning at how delicious it really was. "Or some secret agent with a cool code name maybe?"

"No, I..."

"You know what would be cool?" I swallowed back a piece of bacon, ignoring the fact that it was greasy as hell. But hey, it's not like I could have a heart attack and die. Plus side of being a Phoenix! "If you told me that you were actually in Dallas because Godric wanted you to watch out for us."

Quinn just sat there with his mouth gaping open in shock. I smiled triumphantly as I shoved my face with some more food, nearly eating the entire plate of food Quinn had prepared for me in mere minutes. I was honestly that hungry.

"How did you..."

"You don't honestly think I didn't know, did you?" I raised an eyebrow at the shifter, chuckling softly. "I mean, I know I seem dense sometimes, but I'm actually quite smart."

"I never doubted that, but..."

"You suddenly showed up in the very same hotel in the exact city that Sookie and I had run off to for the weekend. And you were at my side nearly the entire time. Oh and you showed up here not all that long after we did. I put two and two together, Quinn." I reached across the table and patted his hand. "I knew it all along actually."

"So last night..."

"If you really had to work the next day, you wouldn't have gone out with two women to a club and dealt with a drunk girl the entire night." I pointed out with a smile.

"So if you knew all along that I've been lying to you, why didn't you say anything?" He wondered.

I shrugged. "I couldn't exactly be all angry and upset. I know how Godric is. It's not surprising at all. I figured he would get Alcide to do it, or maybe Sam. But I was surprised when you showed up."

"A good surprise hopefully." A smile tugged at his lips.

"I was actually really happy that you turned out to be my bodyguard this weekend." I smiled brightly at the man. "A year or two ago, I would have hated Godric for what he did. And I would have been pissed off at you. But things are different now. I know the danger, I know the risk. And anyways, I like you; you're fun to be around. And you're not all that bad to look at either."

"Oh yeah? You think I'm gorgeous, don't you?" his smile twisted into a smirk. "You like me."

"I like you as a friend, Mr. Bodyguard." I rolled my eyes as I pushed my empty plate away. "Thank you for cooking for me."

"Not a problem Ms. Magnet for Trouble." He chuckled, grabbing the plate and bringing it over to the sink.

"So how long does this bodyguard thing last anyways? Was it just for the weekend or..." I pushed myself up onto my feet, and I was pleased that I could stand upright better than I had been able to an hour ago when I had first woken up.

"Godric asked me to keep an eye on you for awhile." Quinn admitted.

"So that means you'll be around Bon Temps for a good while then." I couldn't help but smile as I realized that I would be seeing a whole lot more of Quinn from now on.

"Only if you're alright with that. I don't want you to be uncomfortable or think..." He trailed off as he turned around, leaning against the counter.

"I guess I can deal with you being around." I shrugged, though my smile grew. "But just so you know, I can be quite the handful."

"Oh I know." He snorted.

"It only gets worse." I patted him on the arm. "Good luck, you're going to need it if you stick around."

"I think I'll have to stay glued to you to make sure you don't go out to find any trouble." He teased.

"I wouldn't mind." I winked at the man. "I'm going to go grab a shower, I still feel a little like crap. You'll be here when I'm done, right?"

"Well I can join you if you'd like..." He winked suggestively.

"No thanks, maybe some other time." I smirked wickedly before twisting on my heel. I walked out of the kitchen, making sure to exaggerate my hip movements as I did so. I could feel his eyes on my behind, and that only caused my grin to expand. Acting as a bodyguard or not, having Quinn around was going to make up for the fact that that there was now a war going on.

It was getting late and still Godric hadn't woken up. My own energy had been restored, at least to the point that Sookie deemed I was well enough that she could fall asleep with Sam at her side. Quinn, who looked exhausted from having to watch me constantly, had all but been forced down onto the couch to crash for a few hours by me. I was supposed to be going to bed, that had been Quinn's orders. And I was on my way to my room, except I got a bit detoured. I just had to check on Godric, just to make sure he really was alright. I hadn't seen him since I had given him my blood. The others assured me that he had healed and he was only resting. But I needed to be sure, or else I never would have been able to fall asleep. So I snuck into the guest room he had been placed in, and I felt tears form in my eyes as I took in his still form. He laid perfectly still on the bed, looking more dead than he ever had before. Of course, he wasn't dead, not really. If he was, he wouldn't be much more than a pile of vampire goo right now. It was just unnerving to see him in a dead rest during the middle of the night. He was supposed to be awake and lively, not sleeping, not trying to restore his energy.

"Oh Godric." I sighed as I went to his side, my fingers lightly dancing over his cold hand. I clasped it, holding onto the hand for dear life. I prayed that he would just open his eyes already, that he would wake up. I knew he had to be fine, there wasn't even a scratch on him and Sookie had washed away the blood he had been coated with. It would just be easier to believe if he was awake and talking to me.

I nearly jumped a foot into the air when a ringing sounded in the room. I let go of Godric's hand as I turned this way and that, trying to find the source of the sound. When I realized it was coming from Godric's pants, I fumbled until I pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. I nearly dropped the phone to the ground when I saw the name flashing across the screen.

"Eric." I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.

I waited for the ringing to stop, and eventually it did. I sighed in relief as I gently set the phone down onto the nightstand. But just as I was retracting my hand, the phone began ringing again. I cursed, and knew that if I didn't answer it soon, then it would wake everyone else up. And after the night we've all been through, we all deserved a bit of peace and quiet. So against my better judgement, I pressed the bright green answer button and hesitantly brought the phone up to my ear.

"H-hello?" My voice wavered.

This would be the first time talking with Eric since he had left. And that scared me. Because I had been surviving these past few weeks. I had been so ready to make a fresh new start. And then the damn vampire had to call Godric. And it wasn't like I could ignore him. He had a bond with Godric. He would have felt the pain Godric had been in, and despite the fact that he had left, despite our rocky relationship, he still cared about his maker. He loved Godric. Wherever he must be right now, he had to of been worrying. He had to of been feeling helpless. So even if it pained me, I had to assure him that Godric was fine.

There was no answer though. I knew the line hadn't gone dead, I knew Eric was still there. I could hear him shuffling on the other end, and I knew hearing my voice had stunned him. He had been expecting to hear Godric's voice, not the voice of the woman he had run away from.

"Eric?"

Still, he didn't answer. I heard what I thought to be a few mutters, and then what sounded like glass breaking, but he didn't speak a word to me. I frowned as I sat down on the edge of the bed careful not to jostle Godric as I waited. And waited. And waited. But still, Eric didn't answer, he didn't say a damn word.

"I know it's you, Eric. I can hear that you're there. You might as well just say something." I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"Where's Godric?" He finally spoke, though his voice was gruff and hurried.

"He's right here." I began twirling a strand of hair around my finger nervously.

"Let me talk to him."

"I can't do that." I bit my bottom lip as I glanced over my shoulder at the resting vampire.

"Let me talk to my maker." He growled angrily.

"He's asleep right now. Or else, I think he's sleeping." I answered vaguely.

"It's the middle of the night. Let me speak to him Ellie." I shuddered as he spoke my name. Even now, even after everything, my name passing through his lips still caused my heart to skip a beat.

"I know that you felt it." I tugged on the ends of my hair. "I know that you know he was hurt."

"What happened?" he demanded. "What the hell happened to my maker?"

"He was attacked. We all were I guess." I began retelling the events of tonight. "Godric and I were talking in my room when we heard Sookie scream. Godric went down, and I followed after a few minutes. I found Sookie on the porch bleeding and Godric...he was...it was werewolves, Eric."

I heard what sounded like a piece of furniture breaking, and I knew Eric wasn't happy at all. And I didn't blame him. It always seemed to be Weres. They had killed his human family, Russell had been their ring leader, the witches were Weres, and now once again, Weres were involved with a matter that shouldn't have even involved them. I could definitely understand his frustration; I was just as frustrated as he was. We had been expecting one thing, and now we had to deal with Weres.

"What happened?"

I inhaled sharply before continuing with the recollection. "One caught him by the surprise and took him down and the others...they just starting tearing at him, biting and...It was terrible."

I felt a tear slip down my cheek and I quickly brushed it away as the memory of tonight flashed before my eyes. It had been so terrifying to see Godric in that position, to hear his screams of pain. Godric had always been so strong. I just wasn't used to seeing him as anything other than that. He had gone through so much lately, first the bombings and now this.

"And now?" Eric sounded worried, but I could still hear the anger in his tone. He wanted revenge on whoever had attacked his maker. And I could understand that perfectly.

"I stopped the Weres; I'm not really sure what happened to them. But I gave Godric my blood and now he's...well he's healed, he's just...he hasn't woken up yet." I slid my hand back over Godric's cold one, wishing he would just wake up already and talk to Eric himself. "But I mean, he has to be fine. He's just lying here, and he looks fine. So he's going to be okay, right?"

Eric didn't answer me at first, and that only caused me to panic. He must have known that, or at least heard my rapid breathing, and tried to keep me calm.

"It's a good sign." He answered, trying his hardest to sound optimistic. But I knew Eric better than anyone, and I didn't like the underlying tone of his voice. "Can you..."

"Can I what?" I wiped away another tear. "I don't know what to do."

"You can...you can do whatever the hell it is that you did to me."

"What are you talking about?" I frowned, not following at all.

"When I had been staked with the tree branch, you had...whatever you had done, it worked. It healed me completely." He reminded me, sounding hopefully that maybe just maybe I could help his maker.

"But I...I don't even know what I did."

"It's your powers, Ellie, you can do it again." he insisted.

"How am I supposed to do something that I didn't even know how to do in the first place?" I stood, shaking my head as I began pacing the length of the room. "I can't."

"Yes you can." He snapped. "You can and you have to."

"But I..."

"I can't damn well hold your hand all the time, Ellie. You have to do this. And you have to do it now."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I stopped in place, trying to regain control of my rapidly beating heart.

"I don't know what to do, Eric." I whispered. "I don't even know what I did last night. It just happened. I don't..."

"You can do this, Ellie." His voice calmed down slightly. "Just...concentrate and do it."

I fell silent as I thought over what he was saying. I had healed him when my blood hadn't been an option. I had healed him completely when otherwise it would have been impossible. It was part of my gift, part of my powers. I could heal death if I wanted to. I could do this, right? If I had been able to do it the first time with Eric, then I could do it again, I could heal Godric, I could help him. But how? I couldn't remember anything that I had done, anything I had thought about. It had just...happened. How was I supposed to repeat something that had been so mysterious in the first place?

"Ellie!" he snapped to get my attention.

"I'm thinking, Eric. Just give me a damn moment to think." I snapped right back at him, rubbing my forehead as I thought it all through. I didn't have many other options right now. If we waited too long, then it would be dawn and then we'd have an unconscious vampire in a not so safe house. I just had to believe in myself. I had to believe in the powers I had been given. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." I repeated, rushing to Godric's side. "Just...don't talk, I need to concentrate. I'm going to put the phone down and..."

"You can do this, Ellie." Eric's voice had softened considerably. "I believe in you."

That only caused another tear to slip down my cheek and I had to brush it away. I set the phone down onto the nightstand before sitting down onto the bed beside Godric's motionless form. My hand was shaking as I reached out and laid it on his chest, right above where his beating heart should have been. But of course, he had been dead for two thousand years. There hadn't been a beating heart in his chest for too many centuries. But there was still a level of comfort knowing that it was still there, even if it didn't hold life.

"I don't know if you can hear me at all, and I know your technically alive because well you're not a pile of vampire goo yet, but if you could just wake up, Godric, that would be great." I whispered, my voice wavering as I leaned closer to the vampire. "Just wake up, please? I know we were fighting, and I'm sorry for just rushing off out of town. I won't do it again, alright? I'll do whatever you tell me to do. Just wake up, please?"

I couldn't remember what I had done when Eric had been lying in my arms, bleeding all around me. I couldn't remember what I thought, what I had said. All I knew was that something magical had occurred that night, and I just desperately needed that to happen again. Because sure, Godric looked fine and healthy, but there was a reason he hadn't woken up. He should have been awake by now. He should have been yelling at me and lecturing me over my stupid life choices. I would much rather be hung over and listening to him rant on and on about how immature I was than to have to sit here, willing him to just open his eyes.

I could feel the tears pop into my eyes, clouding my vision as my fingers clung to the bloody shirt he was wearing. My other hand slid into his cold motionless hand and squeezed it tightly, wishing that the act alone would cause him to wake up. But it didn't. The longer I just stared into that peacefully dead looking corpse of a face, the more doubt that was starting to seep into me. What if I couldn't do this? What if it had just been a fluke with Eric? What if...

"Ellie!" a faint voice caught my attention.

I sniffed and rubbed at my eyes, a few tears slipping down my cheek as I reached over and picked up the phone, bringing it to my ear.

"I-I can't do this Eric. I just...I just can't."

"Just breathe. Just breathe and concentrate, alright? You've done this before. You did it with me. You can do this, Ellie. Just breathe for me." he talked me through it, calming me down in only the way that he possibly could. "Breathe, Ellie, just breathe."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, and I did what he instructed. I inhaled sharply, held it for a few seconds, before exhaling slowly. I did this a few more times, and I felt my shaking hands start to fall still. I closed my eyes as I set the phone back down and slid my hand back onto Godric's chest. The tears continued to escape, but I just ignored them as I kept on breathing.

"Please wake up, Godric. I know I'm a pain in the ass, but you're my best friend and I can't do this without you. So just wake the hell up already, please." I whispered, squeezing my closed eyes, as if it would speed the process up.

And then, as if by an act of a miracle, something happened. There was a flicker of warmth spreading throughout my chest. It started right around my heard, slowly spreading to the rest of my body. My breathing became even slower and more relaxed as the warmth enveloped my limbs, travelling through my arms and to my hands. I cracked my eyes open for a split second, watching as the softest white glow emitted from my hands, only to encase Godric's body. I closed my eyes once again, keeping my concentration as my hand tightened on Godric's shirt as if I was holding on for dear life.

"Please, Godric, please wake up." I whispered over and over again. "I know I said I had this whole Phoenix thing figured out, but I lied. I need you to open your eyes and tell me what to do, okay? So just wake up."

I could feel the energy transferring from my own body into Godric's. I could feel, for a second time that night, my powers cursing through my veins, all for this vampire. But he was worth the exhaustion I knew that was starting to settle in. He was worth everything. Because he was Godric, and he was my person. When I was upset, or angry, or happy, he was the first person I wanted to run to and tell. He was my shoulder to cry on, he was my comfort system, and he was the only one who had been able to pick up the pieces of my life. So everything was worth it just for him to wake up.

I felt my arms beginning to shake, but I refused to let go of Godric, I refused to stop. I needed him to wake up, to open his eyes. He had to do this for me. He had to just wake up already. Because I wouldn't stop until he did. I would use every last ounce of energy and power within me until he opened his damn eyes.

And I just about did.

I heard a sudden gasp, and my eyes flew open. I was never so relieved before to see those blue green eyes. I felt a jolt of happiness shoot through me, and I was even more surprised to find that the happiness didn't entirely belong to me, it belonged to Eric. I hadn't felt him in so long. He had closed off our blood bond, for both of our sakes, but here he was, willingly allowing me to feel the emotions that were running through him. And he was overjoyed that his maker was alright. And I knew, that part of that happiness, it was his way of telling me how grateful he was. And I hoped, just how much he truly did love me deep down inside.

"Elizabeth?" Godric gasped out, his wide eyes searching around until they rested on mine. "Elizabeth stop it."

I had to blink away the tears in order to focus on him entirely. Except, it wasn't the tears that were blurring my vision. Everything was beginning to spin around me, my entire body starting to shake violently. I tried to detach myself from Godric, but for some reason, I just couldn't. The warmth just continued to seep out of me and into Godric.

"My heart." He gasped again, his hand trying to tug mine off of his chest. "I can...I can feel it beat."

It was beating. His heart was beating, and for the first time in over two millenniums. It was growing stronger and faster, and still I just couldn't pull away. Mentally, I was doing everything I could. But physically, it felt like I was frozen to that spot, unable to move a single muscle.

"Elizabeth you need to stop right now." Godric slowly began to sit up, his hands shaking my shoulders to snap me out of it. "If you don't stop you'll...oh god, it's...it's beating. Elizabeth you need to stop, do this for me. I'm here. Stop it."

My body was swaying from side to side, my eyes fluttering closed as finally, my body grew limp and I fell to the side.

"Whoa!" a pair of arms caught me before I met the ground and softly set me against a very hard chest. "I got you, Ellie."

I vaguely could hear Quinn's voice as my consciousness began slipping away.

"Elizabeth? Can you hear me?" Godric's voice was full of panic. "I need you to concentrate on my voice, Elizabeth."

I just wanted to sleep. I no longer had a single ounce of energy left to possibly keep me conscious. But Godric's voice, it just sounded so panicky that I fought to open my blurry eyes, to stare at that vampire, glad that he was finally awake.

"I'm right here, Elizabeth. You did it." he caressed my cheek with his cold fingers. They felt nice, comforting actually as my body began to heat up. It felt like I had just suddenly come down with the flu, my entire body warming up incredibly fast. I groaned as my eyes closed once again, wishing it all away. "Elizabeth, look at me. I need you to look at me. I'm going to give you some blood; I need you to drink it, okay?"

I tried to nod my head, and I must have done so as next thing I knew, I felt Godric's bloody wrist being pressed to my waiting lips. The thick liquid slid down my throat slowly, and I made an effort to swallow what I could. The blood worked quicker than I thought it would, and before long, I could feel my consciousness stabilize, my eyes opening to meet Godric's worried gaze. I was even able to lift a hand, holding Godric's wrist to my lips as I sucked on the blood, wanting as much as I possibly could take before he gently pulled his wrist away and it healed almost instantly.

"I was supposed to be helping you, not the other way around." I mumbled, leaning against the chest that I now knew belonged to Quinn.

"That was an incredibly stupid stunt, Elizabeth." Godric shook his head, and though he sounded angry, there was relief in his orbs. "I hope you know that I'm going to lecture you for this."

"Just as long as you're alright, Godric. You can lecture me all you want."