Trading Places

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the True Blood characters (*sigh* unfortunately) but I'm having fun playing with them! I only own my original story plots and characters.

Chapter 9

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Roanne POV

I sat on the couch in Godric's front study; legs crossed and stony faced. I felt like a parent… ready and waiting to catch their errant child as they snuck in past curfew.

Godric arrived home about 12.45am. His calm walk and soft smile were wiped away as soon as he saw the look on my face. "Roanne…what's wrong?"

"Don't you 'Roanne what's wrong' me" I almost added young man at the end there… I will be a killer parent some day. "Care to tell me why you had a werewolf following me during the day?"

Too many people… his face would look unchanging but I saw the brief change in his eyes.

"I needed to protect you Roanne. I didn't want you hurt again." at least he didn't try to lie about it…..

"Hurt… Godric you can't protect me from everything. There's always going to be school bullies and things that go wrong. In fact… you ended up causing trouble. Sookie and I figured out we were being followed so we lost him, then followed him and ended up being attacked by some drunk were" I left out some of the more obvious 'by the way Sookie's a telepath' details and may have made things out a little worse…but he deserved it.

His eyes went dark and he growled. "Who?… who dared touch you…I'll rip him limb from limb".

"It's too late to be the knight in shining armour. I was saved by another lovely werewolf, named Alcide. He's a really sweet guy…and we've become friends." I was really laying it on thick but I was so annoyed with him.

This whole possessive thing has to stop.

"Godric I. DO. NOT. Need to be followed. If some day… I'm in danger for some reason… then fine… but it won't happen behind my back" I said, standing up and walking over to him "Are we clear?" I said; now poking him in the chest. I could see his fists clench and his jaw tighten. Maybe I was pushing this too far.

"I still want us to be friends Godric. I want to trust you… but I can't trust you if you go behind my back like that. I'm going to bed".

I went upstairs, still reeling but proud how I'd stood up for myself. Godric hadn't answered. He never even moved.

Switching off the light I climbed into bed… tired from the day's adventures.

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["That's it Alcide. You've been so naughty. You need to be punished" I said; grabbing him by the hair and pushing him onto the end of my bed. I climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs and digging my nails into his back. Sliding my hand in under his waist, I undid his belt. "Ask for it". "Punish me Roanne" and I did. I climbed off the bed and swinging the belt I swished it down onto his perfect rear end]

"Jesus" I hissed; the sweat rolling off my forehead, my fingers working their magic under the covers. "Oh Alcide" I whimpered, realising it was a dream.

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Godric POV

"I still want us to be friends Godric. I want to trust you… but I can't trust you if you go behind my back like that. I'm going to bed" Roanne said in an angry voice. I was barely containing my own anger.

The Were was supposed to be for her own protection; surely she should she that? And how the HELL did she find out about him… I never realised she was so observant.

I stood there; still as a statue: trying my very best to keep calm. Here was this little human… poking me in the chest… ordering me about… but she was my little human… and I did want her to trust me.

And who… WHO is Alcide? I can smell were all over her.

Roanne stomped up the stairs to her bedroom. I had plans to talk to her tonight… exchange witty banter…make her some food…. DAMN that werewolf.

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It took quite a few minutes of standing still to let the ripples of anger recede. I stormed to my office and made a phone call to find out what the hell happen to Roanne's guard…..threatening to kill him if I ever set eyes on him again.

I had contemplated getting another guard… but considered Roanne's comments from earlier and decided to pull back a little. She causes me so much stress….how can such a little child make me so worried and angry all at the same time.

I leaned back into the chair…closed my eyes and tried to calm myself… could vampires get headaches?

That's when I heard Roanne soft moans and whimpers. I listened carefully… then the smell of her arousal hit me like a 500 year old vampire punching me in the face.

My eyes rolled back and I savoured the smell…lost in my lust until…. "Oh Alcide"

My eyes snapped open… my jaw clenched…my fangs drawing blood. It took me a while to notice I had grabbed onto the desk…and ended up breaking lumps of wood off where I clamped my hands down.

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"Eric"

"Godric"

"Find out everything you can about a werewolf named Alcide. I expect you here tomorrow night with details"

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ERIC POV

"Find out everything you can about a werewolf named Alcide. I expect you here tomorrow night with details"

CLICK – Godric had hung up on me. AGHHHHH I grabbed a stapler off my desk and hurled it full strength across the room.

"Fucking little teacup bitch" I snarled. This had to be about her again. She was ruining everything. The only time I heard from Godric lately was to fix some problem or other that he was having with Roanne. Never a "hi Eric", "Hello son"…. "how are you keeping Eric"…. Not a nod, a smile… a touch….no contact….. NOTHING! She was taking Godric from me.

"PAMELA"

"You yelled oh nasty ass shitty mood maker" Pamela answered; leaning against the door frame and giving a quick glance and raised eyebrow to the broken pieces of stapler strewn on the floor as she checked on her nails. I couldn't help smile at her audacity. I could never speak to Godric like that with such confidence. I suppose that's why I chose Pamela…

"Pam…get in touch with any Were contacts we have… find out about a Were called Alcide…from Bomtemps, Jackson or Shreveport area…now"

She flashed me her middle finger but followed my order dutifully nonetheless.

I got up and began pacing the room. How the hell did a little 16 year old bloodbag have my maker wrapped around her little finger? I wanted her out fo the picture but I knew that wasn't going to happen. Firstly, according to the seer mother – Godric was going to give himself to the sun for the true death if it wasn't for the child. Although there really isn't a way to confirm this would have happened but I honestly wasn't willing to take that chance with my maker. And secondly, if I got rid of Roanne and Godric knew about…he'd make my existence hell…or perhaps even end my existence. I never thought he could or even would do something like that to me…but I've seen a glimpse to the lengths Godric will go if Roanne if threatened. It really and truly wasn't worth the risk.

So I didn't know where I stood, because I certainly wasn't going to be her friend…that was for damn sure.

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Roanne POV

Saturday morning came with the sound of the doorbell ringing. I looked at my alarm clock. 1pm…good sleep then I smiled to myself as I pulled on a robe and made my way downstairs to the front door.

"Delivery for Roanne Whitford"

The delivery guy was holding a huge bunch of flowers.

"Eh….yup" was about as much as I could muster in my still half asleep state. I signed the flowers having a strong inkling of who they were from.

'Roanne – please accept my apology.

Yours,

Godric'

Fighting the urge to throw the flowers in the bin…I resisted and put them into a vase of water…I guess they were pretty. But Godric wasn't going to buy his way out of this.

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Sitting at the countertop eating my scrambled egg and toast lunch; my mind drifted to Alcide again. He really was cute…his dark eyes, dark hard and amazing body. But it wasn't only that…I think seeing him so vulnerable at the hands of his father made him more loveable…like a little puppy that needed to be cared for and hugged…

Pffftttttttt….

Spitting out lumps of eggs, I burst out laughing…. Little lost puppy…more like little lost cub…I laughed and laughed but eventually stopped, realising I had nobody to share the joke with. Godric was dead for the day (and I was still mad at him anyways) and Sookie was working at Merlottes. I realised I was starting to feel a little lonely. Maybe Alcide would be a good thing. After I cleared off my breakfast plates I stood leaning against the counter top in the kitchen with my phone in my hand. Is it too quick to text him? Will that make me look desperate? Or should I wait until he gets in touch again first? Or if I don't text will he think I'm not interested?

These arguments went round and round my head for nearly an hour.

"Oh for God sakes Roanne, just text!" I chastised myself.

[Hey Alcide. How are you?]

Oh my God…'how are you?' how lame is that? He's going to think I'm so boring and wont reply.

I stood there staring at my phone but I didn't get a reply. He's probably just working too hard.

I went back upstairs and took a shower…leaving my phone on the sink in case he replied. He didn't. I dried my hair; leaving the phone beside me on the bed in case he replied. He didn't.

It was nearly 4pm when my phone finally beeped. I dove across the sofa to grab it from the table where it was plugged in charging.

[Hey Roanne. I'll working late tonight so I won't be able to meet for the cinema but I'm off tomorrow. I can meet you after church? Sook]

My heart dropped as I realised it was from Sookie. I was too worked up and annoyed to even think about meditating or doing anything constructive. I grabbed my backpack…stuffing my phone in and locked the front door as I made my way to the front garden…and my crappy bike.

I felt utterly dejected. Godric was having me followed. Sookie let me down for the cinema tonight. Alcide didn't text me back…and I had no other friends. How crap is my life?

I pedalled slowly along the road…aiming at the little bubbles in the tar that were starting to cool down as the sun got lower. I wasn't going anywhere in particular…just plodding along…feeling utterly sorry for myself. I cycled all the way into Bontemps.

The heat from the sun as t began to set was just perfect for me; not that searing, skin blistering summer heat.

I sat on the curb on the little street beside the church in town; sucking on an ice-cream, thinking about Alcide's rock hard abs and how cute he was and how much of a dick he was for not texting back.

"AWAY WITH YOU FOUL CREATURE"

What I hadn't noticed was the little old lady coming up behind me. I leapt forward off the curb; scratching my knees off the gravel and nearly choking on the lump of ice-cream in my mouth.

"AWAY WITH YOU" screamed the old lady at me again; pointing her gnarled finger at me. She was a short woman, with gray scraggy hair; her clothes were tatty and her eyes were dark.

I was frozen to the spot; still shocked she was shouting at me. I stayed crouched on the ground staring up at her.

"You're one of his aren't you? You dragon spawn of Satan"

I stood up shakily and took a step back.

"Oh yes" she snarled angrily, seething with venom and spitefulness "and the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which decieveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him."

I should have walked away sooner. I should have just told the crazy lady to get lost but she frightened me. I'm not sure why she did or why I felt too frazzled…but I did. Maybe it was because I was surprised; caught unaware while I was day dreaming…but that old lady scared the life out of me. I grabbed my backpack from the curb; flinging it onto my back and sped off down the road on my bicycle. I pedalled as far away from that church that my legs would allow.

My heart was thumping in my chest and my stomach felt sick. I was flustered as hell; I didn't even realise that the sun had set.

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"Well, well, well. What's the little blood bag doing out all alone eh?" Eric brought me out of my daze as I skidded to a halt in the middle of the road; just barely able to make out Eric in the moonlight and the shadows of my crappy bicycle lamp.

"Jesus" I cried, grabbing my chest as though my heart might jump out.

"No…it's just Eric" he snarked. I knew he was smirking…I didn't need to see clearly…I could almost feel the smirk.

"So what are you doing out here all alone?" he asked again…moving more into the light of my little battery powered lamp. He continued to move forward…until he was right up into my personal space; leaning against the handlebars of my bike.

"Well?"

I had to look upwards to look Eric in the eye…he was so damn tall. Not as tall as Alcide though, I thought and my heart sank a little.

"None of your fucking business Eric" I growled; pulling my bike way and beginning to pedal. Bt I wasn't moving anywhere; the wheels were just spinning on the spot. I whipped around to see that Eric had a hold of the bike from the back.

"I wasn't finished with you" he snarled. His eyes darkened momentarily and he looked positively murderous.

"I'm feeling hungry" he said; regaining his composure as he licked his lips for effect. My heart began to pound with fear. He can't…can he? But Godric wouldn't let him. I tried to convince myself of this but I wasn't buying my own bullshit hopes.

He leaned in again; grabbing the handlebar with one hand and my arm with the other. I whimpered at the tight hold and almost wet myself as Eric's fangs snicked down. He was scary beyond belief and I was terrified.

I screwed my eyes shut and held my breath…waiting for the bite into my flesh but I I heard was Eric's scream and as I opened my eyes I caught the brief glimpse of the flash of light that came from my hands as Eric was thrown across the road into the line of trees.

Running on pure adrenaline, I pedalled as fast as I could towards the house. I kept thinking that Eric would swoop down and grab me at any second…but that never happened.

I tore into the front yard…hopping of the bike and letting it fall to the ground as I ran towards the front door…

As the front door flung open… Godric was standing there waiting for me; Eric was standing behind him…..