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So! If some of you haven't figured it out yet, the previous and now chapter is based on the eighth and ninth episode of True Blood season two. The location is at Godric's Dallas nest and the hotel they stayed in after that. I made a few changes to the story, but I hope you'll find it good

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Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade

- William Shakespeare

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Godric's eyes lit up and he stands up to look at her eye to eye. Clara notices how tired he looks, but she can't help not to hold her excitement (it had been a year and a half since they saw each other, so how could she not?) She could feel Eric lifting up his hand from the previous position on her shoulder when Godric walks closer, smiling encouragingly in her direction. Clara returns it and without hesitation she embraced her friend. Clinging to his cold body with content.

And once again, like every other time they see each other, Clara's life feels complete.

"Ah," Godric pulled away to put both his hands on her shoulders, examining her face intently, still with the warm smile, "when will you stop being so stunning? It surely has been long."

Clara's eyes fluttered when she feels Godric's soft kiss on her cheek, he lets go of the hold he has on her, "And you're still ever so charming." Godric grins at her compliment, "I believe you have something you have to explain to me about," she gave him a very pointed look and she could hear Eric's sound of approval from her behind, "but we have plenty of time, so how have you been since I saw you last?"

"It's been good, Clara." Clara saw the relief Godric has on his face when she decided to drop the subject, but she decided not to push it. He'll tell her everything about it soon, she's sure. "Of course, we can't blame the humans' ill-feeling towards our kind."

"Oh," she frowns at him, "so things between both sides haven't been better since I came by two years ago?"

Godric opened his mouth to speak but was rudely interrupted by Eric, "Hold on, you did what?" his eyes was wide open with accusation pointed at Clara's face. "You visited him two years ago? And the distance between Dallas and Shreveport is how far may I ask? You never think to visit me along the way?"

Clara immediately felt guilty, "Well, Godric did say you are quite occupied by your job as Sherriff, Eric. I didn't want to bother you with my presence."

"Yes, but it's been so long since we last saw each other," Eric gave a nervous glance at Godric's stern look, obviously unsatisfied with his child's act of impoliteness. "What? Thirteen years?"

"If I remember correctly, yes. Arizona, wasn't it?" Clara asks him, happiness rushed in her as she remembers the fun they had there. She should really make up her plans to go there to spend time with him again sometime, and maybe this time Godric can come along, and then it'll be the three of them all-over again.

Eric, too, finally smirked back. For he could not ignore her beaming grin at the memory. Godric chuckles at them, "you better not hold your breath on her, Eric. This one's a busy bee now," he pats Clara's shoulder approvingly, "once she left me without news and contact for over a hundred and fifty years," he looks distressed, "it had been long decades filled with worry. I don't know what to think at the moment."

"Well you've certainly had let me think the same the moment you decided to go missing." Eric's cold tone cuts in Clara's laughter. She turns her head swiftly at him, even more surprised when she saw him glaring at his maker. She is shocked by Eric's behavior. Usually he shows nothing but respect towards him, but now he threw accusations and seems…angry. Godric doesn't stop him from doing so, which makes her even more confused. Then it hits her that she doesn't really know what's going on.

Eric and Godric keeps looking at one another in the eye, Eric still huffing yet Godric stands calm. Clara doesn't like the tension in the room that feels strange for her. She felt left behind, like there's something she ought to know but they weren't letting her do so. "Godric, what—"

"Excuse me, everyone!" A voice spoke loudly from the next room, gaining all their attention. Eric looks at Godric for another second and to Clara before turning around to walk to the next room.

Godric motioned her to walk with him too. "Well talk about this later, Clara." He sighs. She frowns when he has his hand on her back, and they walk together to the main room. Clara could see all of the crowd's attention is focused on a boy. She notices the previous girl's brother retreating back from him, shaking his head with uneasiness. She wonders what is going on. Godric and her shares a brief confused glance at one another and he lets go of her back to walk in direction of a woman in a leather jacket, his gaze never left the boy.

"If I may have your attention," The black haired boy that came in spoke with a slight edge, and Clara suddenly sensed his feelings. 'Oh no,' she thought, 'this confused gentleman is about to do something bad!' He cleared his throat, "My name is Luke McDonald. I am a member of the Fellowship Of The Sun." the boy, Luke didn't even cringe when he saw the vampires glare at him and exposing their fangs angrily, "and I have a message from you all… from reverend Steve Newlin."

She gasps when she saw the suicide bomb strapped on him chained in silver. And the last thing Clara sees is her best friend's alarmed face looking back at her a few steps away.

Beep.

. . .

Claraphernelia stood there in the destroyed room; the sickening scent of blood fills her nose. The room is filled with death; both humans and vampires. The others that survived either lost a limb or still out of consciousness. She examines her look. Her short dress is stained with blood and dirt, and it had shredded on her arms, stomach, and shoulder parts. Chuckling to herself, she lets a soft sigh. 'Not even a bomb,' Clara thought sadly. Closing her eyes at the pang of disappointment before opening them again in search for her best friend.

And as hoped, Godric looks fine. He's also examining his wrecked nest with a blank expression. She threw him a look of sympathy that he doesn't notice. Her eyes widen at the sight of Eric, lying on his back on top of the blonde girl. Another vampire is with them, dislike written on his face. Eric muttered something to him and he ran outside in vampire speed. Clara's eyes are now narrowed at Eric who gave her a wink. She rolls her eyes. More than a thousand years of him living and he still is, well, 'meddling'.

"Who's dead?" Godric spoke to the woman in the leather jacket she doesn't know.

"Stan, Paolo, Catherine," she paused, "two human companions."

And once again Clara found herself looking around, and she felt something that immediately shook her. Anger. She recognizes the feeling, and it won't stop even though she tries to suppress it down. How could anyone do such a thing? What is this—Fellowship of the Sun? How could they want to kill them? And most importantly, why did they send a mere boy to do the job? Clara could see earlier that he is a good kid inside. Some people just have the misfortune of associating with the wrong people.

"Clara," a soft voice she knows as Godric's breaks into her daze. She looks at him and notices the concern he has on his eyes for her. His eyebrows furrows at her state, "I'm not surprised to see you are well. I even saw you stand up straight when the bomb explodes."

"Nothing will ever bring me down, won't it?"

He chuckled as he brings his hand to sweep away the hairs that falls on her face. "Clara," he called her once again when he realized she's lightly shaking. Her darkening eyes made him more alarmed as held her face to face him, "Clara calm down."

Godric had seen her like this before. And things had not been good once she lets out her rage. He knew by the years she lived she could finally control it better than before. But Godric can't help but stayed on guard. Hoping nothing is going to happen.

There's a whoosh in the air and the vampire that left earlier is back, standing in front of them and tossing a human on the ground. The kid gasped loudly at his surroundings, holding his bleeding neck. Claraphernelia feels pity for him, wondering what happened. Then the vampire spoke to all of them who are staring, "this is one who almost ran away. His savage friends had left him, no doubt coming back home to those predators Newlins."

The pity she felt for the kid is immediately washed away as she glared at him. So he's one of the bastards who had attacked them without mercy. She took loud, steadying breaths, and Godric could only throw her another look of worry before turning to the kid. "What's your name, and what is your purpose here?"

"Ah-ah," the scared kid looks around and undoubtedly feeling more afraid at the sight, "Ah-Ashton, Ashton Kline." He said with a southern-accent, he then gulped, "As I said before to the man, we didn't really think he was gunna' do it! We think Luke was joking! We didn't mean too, 'a-swear!"

Clara felt angrier to know that the cause of the death and destruction was mere stupidness. At last, her body does the thing it wants and her mind can't control. A terrifying flash was apparent on her eyes when she bore her gaze on him. It got his attention. The kid felt fear immediately and he moved backwards with the help of his hands. Blinking, Clara sucked a breath and saw that the kid is now clutching on his neck. He looks panicked, and Godric turned his head swiftly at her, knowing the kid could not breathe and he could die soon. "Clara," he warned.

But once Clara started, she can't stop. Now she feels what she wants to feel; his emotions, his feelings, and best of all, his secrets lying inside his memories. All the people in the room gasped when the kid suddenly screamed, now clutching his head. Clara wants him to beg, she can't help it. She toyed with his emotions and forced the worst ones he has on him, every push she made with her mind caused a pained look on the kid's face. Now she decided she wants to play with pain.

"Clara," Godric warned again, his tone rising a bit, unable to take his eyes away from the tortured soul in front of him just like every other people in the room.

She ignored him, of course, her twisted mind leaps with joy at the withering sight. She is now able to control his body, so that she could hurt him not only mentally, but also physically. She could see his veins showing out on his skin as he hissed in pain, gasping for air. Clara doesn't seem amused when the kid screamed at the top of his lungs in despair, and people around her could see the wound he has on his heck getting worse and worse. Of course, blood. Now that that's exposed, she gets the access to his insides. So what should she deal with first? His lungs? His brain? Or just go for the most intense one, his heart?

"Clara!"

"STOP IT!"

Now it's her turn to gasp when the blonde girl's scream got her back to reality. She gave out short, exhausted breaths as she let go of the hold she has on the kid's mind. Surprise apparent on both faces, the attacker and the victim. The kid then has a sick look on his face and threw up right on the spot in front of him. The vomit included blood. And he held's his neck, a painful sound escaped his lips. Godric kneeled in front of him, which made the kid's alarmed state rise again. "Now. Leave."

The kid nodded frantically at Godric and gave one more fearful look at her direction before running away as fast as he could out of the house. No one paid any attention to him; Clara notices. They just kept looking at her in wonder, some in amazement and some with fear. "May I have you're your attention please?" Godric asked.

Clara threw him a grateful look for distracting but nobody moved his or her attention. "Everyone, please!" the woman with the leather jacket spoke in a higher voice.

"Hey!" Clara is surprised when she saw the blonde girl's brother raising his hand and walking forward to the center of the room, his gaze never leaving her eyes. Now people are finally shifting their attention to him, "Y'all listen up!"

"They may come back," Godric clarified, suddenly beside the two that had spoken earlier. He paused and looks around the room to let the information sink in. "Go to the hotel Carmilla, they have been alerted. Security is in place."

Everyone looks relieved at the information and start to walk out of the house. Clara hung her head down in shame, still couldn't believe she lets her dark side take control of her. She glances up to see Godric giving her a sad smile, "there is a car outside for us, your clothes looks too much torn for you to be wearing when you're flying."

She nods absently when Godric too, walks away. Suddenly she feels nauseated and dizzy. Her mind is spinning as the side effect of the bad thing she did finally happens. "Whoops," A hand was on her back when her legs are about to give up on her, it was Eric, grinning widely. "Easy there soldier." his mouth was near her ear as he lowers his voice, guiding her fazed self out from the house, "you are definitely letting me get a taste on your blood later."

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Claraphernelia stood there in front of the mirror, studying her features and her red backless floor-length gown. Isabel, the woman in the leather jacket from before, had given it for her to wear. It looks lovely, but if Clara had the pleasure to choose it won't be the first she'll pick. But she'll take whatever she can get since her old dress is meant for the trash bin anyway. She glanced up to the clock, it's still four in the afternoon and she can't sleep. Both Godric and Eric, also the rest of the vampires that rushed to this Hotel for safety are undoubtedly sleeping, they'll be up in a couple of hours. Running a hand through her hair, she lets out a sigh. Maybe the bar downstairs seems like a good idea to spend the time. Clara wiped the frown away from her face with the exciting thought of her planning their next adventure.

It will be splendid, she decided.

. . .

Meanwhile, there are also two human beings that couldn't sleep. Sookie and Jason looked at each other warily before sipping their drinks. "Ahhh," Jason enjoyed the last gulp of his cold beer. "Bartender! If I could have another one, please."

The bartender nodded obediently and poured Jason another round. Jason grinned his thanks and immediately got back to his drink. Beside him also sitting in the barstool, his sister rubbed her eyes softly. Sookie feels tired, but she knows that she can't sleep. Her mind is filled with thoughts. And boy aren't they a handful! First of all she still wonders how Godric got kidnapped and the whole drama, of course. Second, there's Eric. Ugh how she hates that… that… fathead! And third, there's this woman who's name she earlier learned as Claraphernelia. She's Godric's old friend, which means she won't do any harm to them, she knows that. But she can't help but feel a little terrified after the mind-manipulating thing she did earlier. The lingering question Sookie has inside her head rings once more: What is she?

And now she knows that she should handle trouble one at a time. Sookie realizes that the moment her body suddenly tensed. She turns her head around and found the mysterious woman coming out of the elevator, looking like she's searching for something. Then their eyes meet and Claraphernelia's eyes shot in surprise at the sight. After a while of doubt, finally the woman in the red gown walks forward to their position. Sookie quickly nudged Jason, "Look who's here,"

Her brother rolls her eyes at her and spun his body around. Shock apparent on his face as the straw he has on his mouth fell, "Holy-fuck, hi there."

Claraphernelia is startled; she doesn't know why she decides to join them. For a second it seems like a good idea, seeing that they haven't exactly introduced themselves to one another. And Eric had explained that the siblings had helped rescuing her friend, so she feels the need to thank them. But after looking at their tense sitting position, she suddenly has doubts. "Um. Hello."

Sookie and Jason tensed at her sudden appearance, but they managed to stutter a 'hello' back. The angel noticed their awkwardness, so she formed a smile and sat beside them, beside the sister actually. She's facing both of them, a smile on her face. "You're—" the sister trailed off and gulped, "you're Godric's friend, Claraphernelia, right?"

She beamed some more, "It's a delight whenever people pronounced my name correctly," she said with a laugh, "yes, I am. And you are…?"

"I'm Sookie, Sookie Stackhouse," the blonde girl, Sookie introduced herself. Claraphernelia thinks she is brave, although you could see the tensed shoulders. "And this is my brother Jason"

"Pleasure," Claraphernelia nodded. Another fact about her is that she's not that good in keeping on new conversations, she has to turn her brain around to find the right words. "Um, listen Sookie, I… Eric told me what you can do, and I can't help but feel like I have to apologize to you." She frowned at the confused-looking siblings. "I know you could feel the boy's pain because you have access to his mind. I'm-I'm so careless for letting myself go over the edge like that! I'm terribly, terribly sorry."

"Well it was kind of hot, Miss Claraphernulea" she glanced to see Jason giving her a grin, which surprises her and made her smile sadly back at him.

"Clara is fine," she offered.

This made Jason's grin even more lopsided, "Well that's ultra fine by me! Man, your name is long."

Sookie cleared her throat, gaining her attention, "I'm fine, just a little shaken before. Your abilities are so… powerful! But the question is what are you? I can't read your mind like I can't read a vampire's, but I could sense your emotions." She scrunched her nose, "Or maybe this world we live in is just too messed up."

"Maybe it is," Clara laughs. "Um, excuse me, sir?" she leaned against the bar to call the busy bartender who's cleaning some glasses.

He looked up at her and automatically smiled, "good afternoon, miss. Is there anything I could help you with?"

"Yes, I was wondering…" she bit her bottom lip in thought, "when's the next shift starting?"

The bartender looks at her with an amused look, "why, it's at six, ma'am. I do the day shift. Did I… D-did I not give you my services well?"

He suddenly seems alarmed, and Clara had to shush him, "no! It's not that, the water's excellent!" Jason snickered at this as he continued to wonder where's she's going at, "It's just, you look tired and I think a terrific bartender like you deserves an early departure. You must have a family at home, surprise them!"

"Y-yes, two kids. My wife actually just gave birth to my daughter in the last two weeks."

Clara has a loving look on her face as she gushed, "a baby? That's wonderful! What did you name her?"

"Evangeline," now the bartender had loosened up and in turn smiles at her back, saying the name proudly, "Evangeline Rose Adams. My wife liked the name, says it has 'angel' in the middle of it. But I guess we're going to call her Eva. And her big brother's name is Phil. After his grandfather."

"Then she'll be your little angel, Mr Adams." Clara smiles warmly at him before looking down at her clutch to gather something. "Here," she has her hand to him, "go and buy something for them both too. I'm sure you have a good taste, based on your thoughts in names."

He gaped at the two hundred dollars she handed him. "Lady, are you for real?" He grins widely before thanking her as he walks away quickly, "thank you! You don't know how much this means, I won't even get that much money in two months! Thank you!"

"Wow," Sookie commented on Clara's satisfied look when the bartender is gone, "you're not a vampire but you can glamour humans?"

"Oh that's not glamouring, Sookie," Clara took a sip of her water. "He's just easy to persuade. And I think he's really grateful for the money too."

Jason pushed his face to fit in through Sookie's neck and hand, scrunching his nose at the amount of hair that got to his face. "Well, then um—miss Clara, if you're not a vampire, then what are you?"

Claraphernelia puts her glass down, carefully eyeing her left and right for any sign of people watching. When she found none, she softly smiles as she lets her wings expose themselves out. She found nothing unusual at their gaping faces. "I'm an angel, Jason. Well, part of, anyway."

"So you're saying that Godric's the one who made you do all the good deeds?" Sookie asked, leaning against the bar table, "you actually traveled the world to help those in need anonymously, whenever you feel like it?"

"I've circled the world twice this year already, I'm thinking on going into a break and spend time with both Eric and Godric for a while. It's been long." Clara circled the top of her empty glass with a finger, smiling. "Godric made me realize that my eternity of living should be for doing, you know… good. He said I could make the world a better place if I want to, and what's better to spend the time, right?"

"No." It was Jason who answered from behind her, still looking fazed and drop-dead confused. His hand is making motions, imagining two pair of wings emerging from her back. He stared at her bare behind through her backless dress, wondering where the gorgeous wings had gone into. "I think you shouldn't made the bartender go home, I really need a strong drink after this. Don't you think you're a person who can turn into animals? Because your wings sure look like a hawk's."

"Jason!" Sookie scolded.

Her brother ignored her and Clara's laughter, "or maybe you're a Victoria Secret's Angel. I know I've seen one of these on their shows. And they don't have them in real life, don't they? Only on certain occasions." Jason had an accomplished look on his face at this. "So tell me, Clara, do you know what is Victoria's secret? Did she have a secret boyfriend or something?"

"It's actually very amusing how you find friends in such a short while, Clara," A cold voice interrupted their talk from behind Jason. The chill went into his neck as he jumped into a karate posture. And that posture only lengthens up to one or two seconds after he saw Eric's stony glare. Blinking a few more times, Jason scoots over to the safety of his little sister.

Jason fixed a friendly grin at him instead, "oh hey, bro. What's going on, huh?"

It seems like if he'd loose up a little, Eric might roll his eyes at the comment. But he only ignores Jason and went for the other Stackhouse. "Sookie, you're presence is always a delight."

"And yours disgust me," Sookie said in a menacing tone, suddenly very tense. Claraphernelia could only imagine what her best friend's child had done to the girl. Clearing her throat, Sookie turned to her once more, a fascinated look on her face. She is, after all, the one that seems to take in her story deeper and serious than the other one's. "So I've been meaning to ask you this, but I don't think I knew you enough to ask something so personal… why do you want death?"

Claraphernelia seems taken aback from her straight-forwadness. "Well," she started to think for the answer as Eric now stood behind her, putting his large hands on her shoulders as in for protection. She smiles at this, Eric had always been protective to her, even though she's sure she could be a lot stronger than him if she wanted to. "I think I've seen enough sun and the moon and stars. Everything's meant for an end, and I hate that my book is never running out of pages."

Sookie's eyes are on Eric's thumbs that are making slow circling motion on Clara's shoulders. Huh. Who had thought he could do compassionate? "Are you sure there are no way to… um, dispose of you? Like, have you tried knives?"

"Yes."

Jason rolled his eyes at his sister as if she had asked Clara the most unimportant and stupid question ever. "You should try more radical things. Technology's developing, so you should try shooting yourself with a bazooka, or maybe with a super-drill me and the guys used to use at work"

Eric glared at Jason, but Clara only shrugs and smiled at him. "I don't think it'll work. Sorry."

Jason 'hmm'ed, thinking of more possible ways. "Or maybe you could rip your body up to pieces, you know using coyotees or maybe WWE guys, it'll be an awesome death!"

"It'll be yours if you don't quit, Mr Stackhouse." Eric threatened, shooting daggers at him while Jason's face turns white in dread. He muttered a 'sorry' that Eric ignored. "Godric wants us. So we better get going."

"It's a pleasure, Sookie, Jason." Clara stood up and waved at them, taking Eric's arm and walking away. "I'm really hoping to see you two soon."

Sookie smiled back at her retreating figure, returning the wave. She liked Claraphernelia, and her brother seem to like her more too. She's the perfect figure to say that she is both pretty on the inside and on the outside as well. Sighing, she toyed with her straw, praying that Bill will be here soon. A thought flickered across her mind for the briefest moment as she was taken aback with the shock. "No," she whispered.

"What is it, Sook?" Jason glanced at her worriedly.

"Nothing I…" she took a breath, "I just got a feeling that's something… something's going wrong."