AN: Thanks for your patience everyone!

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LAST TIME:

Eric straightens my body again, and then stands, setting me on my feet. I straighten my make-shift dress (t-shirt) and blush. He drops another soft kiss on my lips "let's go speak with Godric" it didn't sound like a question, but his eyes implied it was. Who is this vampire?! I nod, and we walk out of his office, hand in hand. A part of me is still confused, and feeling like I shouldn't be trusting another after what I've been through. But as we walk back out into the kitchen, where Godric is still seated, I realize that these two vampires are the best people to help me get back to myself.

Then, all hell will break lose.

Hell hath no fury, like a faery scorned.

SPOV

As Eric and I re-enter the kitchen, Godric lifts his gaze to meet ours.

"How are you feeling, Little One?" he asks me, gesturing for me to join him at the kitchen table again. I take the chair opposite him, and sigh.

"Overwhelmed but motivated." I reply, fidgeting with my hands as the gears in my head start to turn.

Both vampires quirk eyebrows at me, urging me to continue. I sit silently for a moment, as I start to form a plan. After a few moments, I find myself looking at Godric, and rattling off questions rapid fire.

"Have you ever seen that movie with all of the teenagers who have superpowers?"

Both vampires take a glance at each other, not understanding my question, but Godric humors me with a nod.

"Is there any place like that… does anything like that actually exists?" Farfetched, I know, but I felt like I had some training, but did not trust myself quite yet. Eric seemed to catch on to my train of thought.

"You are wishing to be trained?" he asks. I feel myself scrunch my face and wiggle my lips as I pause.

"Not exactly… I was trained in Faery by one of my distant relatives but I don't know how my powers will work in this realm. I also don't feel I've matured enough with them. My talents grew while I was there, but my personal wellbeing was threatened. I feel like I was prepared and then damaged and I need some time to find balance both emotionally and physically before I can seek revenge."

As I spoke, I found myself becoming more enraged. Even just the mention of my time in faery, and training with Claudine, was enough to fan the flame. A part of me was still raw, still healing (both literally and metaphorically) but the other part of me was already reaching towards the satisfaction of justice. Like the light at the end of the tunnel, or a very satisfying itch, I wanted to serve my own brand of revenge. As I finished my brief explanation, I brought my gaze back to Eric's cobalt blue gaze, to see a look of surprise. Quickly looking over to Godric, I found something very similar reflected.

"Lover, you are glowing" Eric says in a whispered tone "and your eyes …. They are magnificent".

Eric had been standing slightly behind Godric, who remained seated at the table with me. With this hushed comments, he took small steps towards me, almost like he was hypnotized by what he was seeing.

As he mentioned the changes in my body, I began to reflect internally. This was something Claudine had taught me in Faery when we were trying to tap into my spark. As it is harnessed by emotions, my spark would activate when I feel extreme waves of feelings. It was easy to understand what emotion had sparked this reaction, but I wanted to remember the feelings in order to begin to harness that when I needed it. I had learned on the job during my escape, but I did not want to continue this practice.

I felt the hum of my spark as if it was liquid fire in my veins.

I felt strong. I felt empowered. I felt ANGRY, and it was glorious. But I was not going to be a naïve young girl again, and allow someone with more age and experience to manipulate me into their web yet again. I wanted to be a warrior, and I was going to prepare myself in all ways possible.

I met Godric's gaze. "Is there a supernatural you would trust to train me?" I felt the fire sizzle in my veins, almost as if it was asking for an outlet. To form a ball of light, or to explode out around me in the small space, just to see the destruction. I was excited about the opportunity to become a warrior, and I found my hands flexing in and out of fists as they rested on the table.

The corners of his lips turned up slightly, as he begins to nod. "There is a revered warrior among our ranks that I believe would be very suiting for your wishes." At this Eric finally seats himself at the end of the table, and looks at Godric with curiosity. "I will call Thalia and request her assistance in our area."

"Speaking of, what area are we in?" I feel as if my mind is sharper in this moment. The buzz still burning through me, and the glow no doubt still emitting from my body.

Eric responds quickly "After Dr. Ludwig reset your arm I could not risk leaving you in your previous home. It was unsafe. We are in my highest security safe house just outside of Shreveport." As he replies, he is still staring at me as if I am a rare jewel.

I nod and Godric continues.

"I do not believe this would be best suiting for your training. I have a property in Europe that would be better fitting for such a cause, one that has been heavily warded, and will allow you to remain there unscented, and unharmed." I continue nodding, and Godric pauses. His lips become a flat line and he pauses. I feel the buzz start to dwindle, as my emotions become more focused on the logistics of getting to this new location and what I will need for this time there. I feel my eyes go back to normal. Almost as if they were lightbulbs being turned off, and I flex my hands again, and stretch my neck side to side, trying to calm this adrenaline that sporadically surged through me. I shift in my chair slightly, extending my legs and take a short sharp gasp, as I nudge my pelvis in the process. Godric and Eric have been silently regarding me during this time, and I find I do not mind.

I feel I have finally returned to my "normal" state, and Godric reaches his hand across the table to slowly grasp mine. "I would like you to see Dr. Ludwig again before we relocate."

I haven't known Godric for long, I saved him from the Fellowship all that time ago, but we have rarely spoken - the most recent sub-conscious encounter aside. I find myself wanting to know more about him, and respecting his opinion. That however, did not calm the panic and fear that surged in me with his suggestion, and I felt my stubbornness take hold.

"Why" I demand. "She's already seen me, just over 24 hours ago". Godric's hand is grasping mine lightly, the cold temperature feeling delightfully soothing on my body that is still cooling down. He brings his other hand to rest atop of our joined ones.

"There are other things I believe she should look at." He says, and meets my eyes with a soft understanding look. Eric looks between Godric and I, confused, before he inhales and stiffens. I hear him begin to growl, and glance over to see his face has taken on a very stony, and angry expression.

"I have not healed you appropriately." Eric now looks at me. "You did not tell me of your other injuries".

The fear and panic start rising, and I try to pull my hands back from Godric, planning to flee to the bedroom behind me. My palms are sweating and I find myself taking shallow breaths fighting hyperventilating.

"I – I don't' know what you're talking about." I deny, they would never force themselves to assess me…right? Godric keeps his grip on my hands, even as I continue to try to tug them out of his grasp. His still calm gaze meets mine as he whispers "Sookie, we can smell your blood".

I close my eyes, and realize with mortification that the small leg stretches I did only moments before, must have aggravated the still rough wounds on my private areas. Steve Newlin had tortured what he could see, but no more, thinking I was a disgusting infected fangbanger he kept his cuts to my arms, chest and legs. Nevil on the other hand, preyed on the most vulnerable area of my past. Learning I had only been with one man – vampire – and had a past of molestation, he used this to both mentally and physically break me. He was trying to take the sexuality out of me, so that I would be an obedient fearful princess who would marry whoever, and sleep with whoever, to carry on the Brigant line.

I gagged just thinking of it. Tears welled in my eyes, as the movements further aggravated my lower body, and I quickly put a hand to my mouth. Eric, at vampire speed, grabbed a trash bin from the bedroom, and was back just in time to see me upheave all the healthy snacks I had consumed since waking. He held my hair, as I began to sob again, and scooped my up gingerly. He floated us to the bathroom I had found earlier and gently sat me down on the edge of the tub.

Kneeling in front of me, he ran his hands over my still disgusting hair, and wiped my tears. His forehead rested against mine as he softly shushed my tears.

"I'm so tired of being a mess" I whisper to him, embracing the warmth that is surrounding me with Eric so close. His big hands frame my face, still wiping away errant tears, as he leans in to kiss my cheeks and collect a few more.

"You are not a mess" he says, earning a scoff from me. He pulls his forehead back and begins to talk more seriously. "Let me heal you".

I open my eyes slowly, looking at this gorgeous vampire that I once considered a future with. I realized that I still wanted that future. But I would not be a whimpering victim by his side. I felt tears well in my eyes as I shook my head. He growled slightly, assuming it was just my stubbornness that made me reject him.

I met his eyes and whispered "I can't let you see me like that", he grumbles a bit, and gears up to argue with me, but I placed a soft hand over his lips and kissed him soflty. "Please. Understand". I pleaded with my watery eyes, and saw him soften.

Then I heard words leave my mouth I never thought I would ever say..

"Can you call Pam?"