Turns out, Godric only wants Eric, but he so 'meddling'-ly asks Claraphernelia to come too, just for the hell of it. Now Godric and Eric, along with Sookie and Godric's friends are inside a room on a meeting with Nan Flanagan. Eric had told her to stay put, and she approves of his suggestion, knowing she'd rather swallow a snake than having to listen to their vampire problems.

So instead, Clara lounged around the floor. She isn't looking for anything in particular, but her mind is dancing with happy thoughts. She's planning a trip for the three of them. Finally! She knows how busy and tired both of her friends are with their big responsibilities, so they'll be speechless when they hear her plans! Oh what a good friend she is! Where should they go? Europe is always a pretty place to have an adventure in. It's filled with a lot of history; a topic the three of them enjoys. Then it's settled, Europe it is! Maybe they could start at Verona. Ah, the city of love. Then maybe they could go to Paris just to see how much it has changed over the years and…

"Miss Clara!"

Clara turns her head swiftly back to find Sookie's vampire companion. She smiles at him, "Ah, hello. I think I never catch your name?"

"It's Bill. Bill Compton." He said rather gruffly. Clara studied him briefly. Hmm, he looks a little frumpy here and there, and a haircut could do him much better. Maybe she should invite him and Sookie to their trip? Because this… Bill Compton looks so stressed and troubled. "Miss, I'm afraid we have a situation."

"Calm down, Mr Compton." She shushed him, panic slowly rising into her veins as she sensed that he's not playing around. "What—what's wrong?"

He looks at her for a fair moment and looks down grimly, "It's Godric. He, he wants to kill himself."

. . . . . . .

What is he doing?

Godric? Why is he doing this?

This is not happening.

She ran as quickly to the direction Bill pointed. On the roof. Claraphernelia feels nothing but sheer panic, her eyes threatening to spill tears. But she won't break down. She'll talk him out of this. She must do it. And he's got a lot of explaining to do.

Clara sighs in relief when she saw the woman she now knew is Isabel leaning against the wall in despair. On her left there's a door with 'ROOF' written on it in big bold letters. "Isabel," Clara calls her, making Isabel look up, tears in her eyes. "What's going on?"

"It's Godric," Isabel wailed, "you should go upstairs while you still can. Please."

She doesn't need a second thought as she barged on the door to walk upstairs. Surprise was written on the other person's face when she finally reached the top. Eric stood in front of her, blood already painted on his face. Clara was brokenhearted. This is really happening. "Eric…" she tried taking his hand but he shook his head wordlessly, walking past her.

Clara watches Eric go downstairs with heavy steps; she looks at his retreating back wordlessly, knowing that in a few moments she would feel the same. Glancing to where Godric and Sookie are standing, she unintentionally let out a small gasp at the realization of how the sun is coming very, very soon. This action caused both of them to pause and look at her. Godric smiled before talking to Sookie again for a bit more.

Sookie looks to her direction and nodded absently at Godric's presumable request. Clara threw a weak smile towards her direction when Sookie looks at Godric one last time and walk in her direction.

Sookie awkwardly smiles at Claraphernelia, she is about six inches shy to her height so Clara has to look slightly down to meet Sookie's timid expression. "I offered Eric to accompany Godric while he's here until it ends, but I guess the company of his friend will be better for him."

The angel gave her a big genuine smile, her eyes suddenly watering again, "thank you so much for understanding, Miss Stackhouse." She grabbed the girl's hands in hers and gives them a light squeeze, "it means so much, and I'll be the one to tell the others how it goes then, to save you from all that trouble in return."

Startled, Sookie only nods, "Y-you're welcome. I hope it all goes well." She then walks past her with uncertainty and lets out a sigh. Claraphernelia is a wonderful woman, and so very kind to her. It feels good to be appreciated, and she is sure that the woman was genuine. The curiosity got the best of her and she glanced back, to see her wiping the tears furiously and steadying herself before facing Godric. Sookie sighs again and turned left for the stairs. Yes. She really hopes that this turns out well.

. . .

Clara hopes so too as she walks towards her best friend. Godric had her back on her as he stares off to the city of Dallas. She can't help but form a smile. Her friend always had a soft spot for this city since a few hundred years ago, and she can't figure out the reason why. To her, Dallas is another big city, and she has been to a lot of different and better big cities in the world. But Godric didn't think so; Dallas is his kingdom. And he chose this place for a reason he only knows why. Wordlessly, Clara stepped forward so that she stood right beside him and joined to see the early activities the people of Dallas have.

But inside, her mind is racing and she can't concentrate on what she's seeing. What is Godric doing? He isn't supposed to leave her like this; she's the one who's ought to leave first! She's older than him! Doesn't that mean she should've had the first chance? And after he's gone, what is she going to do? She lived for all these years in happiness because she knew above all this she has a friend waiting for her. What will happen? Should she let this happen?

The two friends made no movement at all as their own minds raced on their own. But slowly and without consciousness, their hands found their way to one another, their fingers laced and it stayed in the position like that for minutes. Finally, Godric formed a small smile at the blank space in front of him, "Our friend Miss Stackhouse said that she believed in God. And that he is forgiving. She thinks he'll forgive me for every bad thing that I've done."

"Humans are always so optimistic on things," Clara muttered darkly as an answer. She didn't mean to, obviously. But the questions and panicky feelings she has inside controls her. She looks down, unable to meet his sudden questioning gaze. They stayed quiet again for a few long seconds.

"Do you think likewise, Clara?" Godric asked in a whisper, his cool thumb rubbing the side of her finger and she shuts her eye at the unwanted feeling.

"I don't because I think you never did anything wrong. You're a saint compared to me, Godric." She took a glance at him. When this side of her comes up, she always wants to start something. She wants to test his waters. She wants his lectures, his promises, and his vow to guard her and never let her feel unwanted anymore. She wants her best friend, not the lunatic whose about to commit suicide. "I'm a fallen angel, they sent me here so I must've done something bad. That, or I would do something similar in the future. So if someone has to die it should've been me."

Her friend just looks at her but she can't see what his expression is. She won't. Clara knows she would've broke down at the sight of him. "You know that's not true," instead of the fury she had expected, Godric only replied with a slight scold, nudging her side with their joined hands. "I will say it over and over again when I told you that you're the most perfect being I have ever met. And I thank the Lord every single day that he had given me a chance to know you. Clara, look at me." He tries to lift her chin up but she looks away from him, "Please, dear. You know you should believe me when I say I will always be there for you no matter wha—"

"No, you won't!" All the things he said only makes her blood boil, and her eyes darken when she forces her hand free and glares at her best friend. "Stop saying things like that Godric, Stop lying!" She gasped at her breaking voice. Clara lifted her hand up to cover her mouth and stop but she can't stop. She wants him to know how badly he hurt him by doing such a thing. "You know the moment you stepped into the sunlight, you'll be gone! And Eric, I, and the rest of them will never see you again! So do not bother telling me about how you'll say the sweet things I know you won't say because it will just keep reminding me on how you're never coming back!" Her voice rose at the last sentence and for the first time in her life her legs gave out on her. She falls to the ground in a kneeling position. Tears leaking out of her eyes as she sobbed.

Clara never felt so vulnerable. But she understands where he's coming from, she's probably the only one who ever will understand. Clara wants to stop him. Believe her, she does so badly. But she knows that she can't be so selfish for holding him back. She'll do the same if she ever finds the way, right? A tiny part on her heart told her that she's envious of him; that she wants to go too.

Godric looked at her with a new feeling on his chest: uncertainty. He has formed this plan in his mind for the last two hundred years. To die peacefully. But he had forgotten about the feelings of the people he loves; the people he truly cares about who he's going to leave behind. He had considered this, of course, but he figured that they won't grief too long. And he knew Eric and Clara would be the ones dealing with this the hardest. But he didn't think she'll suffer this much.

So he kneeled in front of her and lifted her chin for her to meet his gaze, "Tell me, Clara. Do you… do you wish I rather live?"

Clara sighs and wiped the tears she has from her eyes although they keep coming back, mentally cursing herself for being able to heal wounds but not her sore looking eyes. "That's another no," she softly replied to him, heaving with her breath a little, "Because I don't want you to suffer and live in a lie. Ugh, you don't know the amount of jealousy I feel towards you right now."

He smiles at the sight of his best friend as he slowly lifts her up to a standing position. "Now you're right about one thing though, that I would probably never see you again. Not in this world, at least." He took both her hands forward and gave them a kiss on their backs. "So please do me a favor and smile for me. I want to remember my best friend as a lovely woman, not a crazy crying whine."

She can't help but giggles at what he stated, thinking about how often it is that they have the almost same thoughts. "You'll have to deal with it."

"I should, shouldn't I?" Getting the hint that she's still troubled with him dying, he took a step back from her and jokingly give her a once-over, "Ah, I like the dress..."

Clara couldn't stop herself but burst into laughter at the inside joke only they could understand of what he said. It had been one of their many adventures that took place at a certain club in Las Vegas and brings along a few drunken guys and overweight security guards. This memory that he brought up made her happy and sad at the same time. Knowing they'll never have that kind of fun anymore. They're never going to go to the trip she planned. Before she could think of something as a respond, he pulled her into a hug and her face collided with the side of his neck, her chin on his right shoulder. Godric and her shared an almost same height, so instead of getting her face muffled in his chest uncomfortably like what happens if she hugs Eric, Clara found a position that's entirely pleasant. She inhaled his familiar scent and found her tears watering again. "Now this is better," She could feel him smiling as he, too, buried his head in her neck.

"I love you," she quietly cries.

He soothes her with a hand on her hair, softly combing her long locks in a loving gesture. "You don't deserve words, Clara. You deserve so much more than that."

Finally, she smiles a true smile at him; in fact she smiles his favorite crooked smile. Something about it tells him that she is honestly happy but she has something else hidden inside a locked cabinet on her mind. He loved the fact that she always has a way to interest him and the mystery she has, although she had told him everything there is to know about her. It's funny how she could always surprise him; at such an old age he doubts that he'd ever be surprised again. "I'm happy for you Godric." She broke him off his short thought; "You have no idea how much I want to be in your shoes right now."

His chest rumbles in laughter and she smiles at the feeling. "Now if that happens I'm not sure if I will let it," he clarified, "I will try and stop you with all force I could."

Clara laughs along with him, and her mind flickers to something else. "Godric, will it hurt?"

"I doubt so," he shrugs, "I'm an old vampire, so it will only take a short while for me."

"I-I," She seems unsure, but Godric silently tells her to go on and finish her sentence, "I'm happy for you that you'll finally get what you want, but I'm also afraid for you."

He frowns at the beads of tears that slowly forms in her eyes again, but he then kissed her forehead and smiles, "hey, angel tears do make everything better, doesn't it? So I have no reason to worry about the pain no more."

Letting go of Godric from the hug, she held him by the hand again. Both of them smiling in different kinds of happiness, but they're both happy they're here with each other. "Clara," Godric opened his mouth to speak, "you'll take care of Eric, wouldn't you?"

"Of course," she nods, eyeing him with a look he could trust, "I'll give up everything for Eric. When you make him your child that doesn't qualify him as yours only, you know?"

She recognized the look on his face that could only reflect relief. He squeezed her hand and motioned forward to kiss her cheek. "Sometimes I found myself lost in your beauty and loveliness. Funny how that still works after all these years."

"Sometimes I wonder what we are," Clara scrunched her nose, "We're friends, but our bond is so much stronger than that."

"Our bond is stronger than everything else in this world and beyond," Godric agrees. "You are my wife, my sister, and the title I'm proud of the most…my best friend." He smiles at her teary one, hoping that when he did die, that is the face he'll see, the face that will help him through the pain. "And I love you for that. For an extent only God knows how much he can allow."

Clara gave a terrified look when she realized the darkness slowly diminishing; she clutched the front of Godric's shirt, clinging for dear life on it. "Godric… Godric, I'm not ready for this," she stuttered quickly, "I'm not ready to lose you."

"But I'm not going anywhere," he smiles, taking her hands away and instead, pulling her close and held her in his arms, "remember that time in Saudi Arabia? Not after the end of 18th century with Eric, long before that. When a god-believing man prays for our safety and taught us more that we could imagine? Teaching us things we'll forever cherish?"

She softly nodded against his shoulder, "it's funny for him not to realize what we are, he was the one who taught us about God and the after-life, wasn't it?"

"'Nothing will ever last'," Godric quoted, "'not as long as you've sinned and do wrong.' He's wrong about that one. Our friendship lasted, and my forever's beginning to end."

Unconsciously, Clara gripped the front of her friend's shirt tighter, "humans are often wrong. He said you can only get to heaven on certain terms, and I don't believe that."

"Yes," Godric let go of her hold and cupped his friend's face in his hands, smiling. "Clara I know I don't have a chance in heaven, neither that I will ever get to see it." Clara opened her mouth to interrupt, but Godric shushed her, "But that's worth it for me, as long as I get to spend a lifetime with one of their angels, their precious one. Clara, you're the closest I'll ever get to heaven, and I will be forever grateful. No, I forbid you to cry again. Clara?"

"It's your fault!" she wiped her eyes furiously, "you and your stupid choice of words!"

Grinning, Godric turns his head to the right, to the upcoming sunrise. His eyes look concentrated and dazed when he slowly lifts his shirt and took it off, his eyes never leaving the horizon. "It's time."

"I want to be here for you, Godric." Clara closed herself to him, holding him close again. "I might get lucky and they could take the both of us instead of one."

"I hope not," he shrugs, comfortably leaning his head on top of hers, "I'm afraid I would ruin your dress, though." Clara only nods, closing her eyes at the warm feeling. She turns her head up swiftly at Godric's soft sigh. "I forgot how beautiful the sunrise is," he held her tighter, "it's been over two thousand years… it's exquisite, Clara."

Clara could see the smoke coming out of her best friend's body, Godric did too. They both smiled in wonder. "Does it hurt to burn?"

"Yes, but the joy is overtaking the pain, I am full of happiness!" At her friend's smile, Clara couldn't help the tears again, even though they're happy ones. She could feel the burn on her skin from Godric's body. The feeling was amazing. It was everything she knew she missed, but actually having his skin on hers was heaven. She wants it too, she wants to share the pain. But it goes away as fast as it came, she sniffled again. "Clara, stop crying, you're healing everything," Godric laughed before kissing on top of her head, "I'm fine, you can let go of me now."

Looking up, she knows that he meant his last statement in both ways, physically and emotionally, so she did. Godric seems mesmerized with the sight in front of him as he walks forward to embrace it, not once looking back. She notices the smoke coming further up as he has his back to her, and Clara smiled. "Goodbye, Godric."

And as he spread his arms wide for the sun to take his body completely, he looks back to smile at her again, and she knew this is a moment she will always remember. In fact, it is the last moment she will ever be sure, that when everything is wrong, there's always her friend's smile there to make everything right again. As for him, this is the last moment he'll ever see her face. His wish has come true. Her beautiful face to accompany him alongside the pain, and also the greatest moment in his life. "I love you, Claraphernelia."

Then with a blink, Godric is gone to ashes.

No.

She sighs before letting the last round of tears overtake her. No, she doesn't need tears. Godric wouldn't want this. She has to be stronger, at least for Eric. The world won't stop rotating when Godric dies, although hers did. Clara has to move on, if not now, eventually. And she notices, apart from both happiness and sadness she feels in her stomach, she could feel another thing too. She can't believe when she finds out that the feeling is regret.

Claraphernelia stood there for a while longer before taking Godric's shirt off the floor. She slowly walks over to the stairs, her eyes on the horizon before she took a step downwards to the hotel. The shivers on her bare shoulders and back made her smile and a tear ran down her face. She sighs; a thing shouldn't be ignored for over three thousand years. She's happy at how they turn out, but she can't help but wonder what could have happened if she was true to him all this time.

Godric would want her to smile again, and so she did. It started off as a small smile, and tears came down accompanying it. But she's happy for her best friend. Clara sighs and wiped the tears with the back of her hand.

"I was in love with you all along, you stupid vampire."

~The End~

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Gemma Arterton as Claraphernelia

Allan Hyde as Godric

Alexander Skarsgård as Eric