Here is the next chapter to my tale. I don't think it's my best as I have been distracted, but I hope you enjoy it. I am bumping the rating up to M, as things may get a little saucy as well. So be warned. Enjoy!!
I do not own any of the True Blood characters, or any other lyrics that I may use in any story.
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Genevieve slowly became aware that she was in a bed with the covers over her, and she slowly turned her head. She was groggy, and it took her a moment to open her eyes. She felt a very strong sense of worry and fear, and a warmth as well. Once her eyes focused, she realized that she was in the hotel room in the main bed and she frowned as she tried to think. "You're awake, Viv." Sookie's relieved voice startled her, and she turned her head slowly to see her friend. "I am so glad to see those green eyes of your open."
"What happened?" Genevieve asked, and Sookie took her hand as the door opened. Eric strode in, and she stared at his handsome face as he looked at her with concern. He took a seat on the bed in a flash, and she looked between them. "Is someone going to tell me? I am still kind of fuzzy."
Sookie glanced at Eric, and spoke. "That night at Godric's, a member of the Fellowship came in all ready to blow up and kill everyone there. You two were pretty close and you took a couple of bullets and hit the wall pretty hard. Eric tried to block it, but it all happened so fast and stuff was flying all over the place. We've been so worried, sweetie."
"Was….was anyone else hurt?" Genevieve asked, trying to process it in her mind.
"Two vampires and their human companions were killed, and several hurt. The main ones survived, but there were so many injuries. Good thing vampires heal up pretty well, but it took a little more for you." Sookie exchanged a look with Eric, and he took her other hand slowly.
"What do you mean?" She felt a warm rush of emotion, and she blinked.
"I gave you my blood during one of the moments that you were conscious." Eric told her, and she gazed into his dull eyes. "It was so hard to keep you awake for it, but you were losing a lot of blood and you were a mess. It healed you, and you have been asleep for a whole day. A very long one."
"I have never seen someone act so fast the way he took care of you. He knew just what to do." Sookie said, and Genevieve looked at her.
"People do that? Seriously?" Genevieve asked, her eyes surprised.
"Only if they know a helpful vampire." Sookie replied, squeezing her hand. "Bill had to do it for me before. It has it's side effects, but better then being in a hospital for a spell or worse."
"What are they?" Genevieve asked, looking at Eric. He dropped his eyes, and she squeezed his hand. "Tell me."
"I can sense your emotions because of it, and know where you are."
"Is that what I am feeling then? Your emotions? I woke up with this rush of stuff inside of me." Genevieve said, and she felt a wash of guilt.
"It is." Eric replied, and she felt an emotion that made her look curiously at him. "It also causes you to dream of the one that gave you the blood. They can get very sexual in nature." Genevieve raised her eyebrows and blushed a little, and Sookie giggled.
"It's worth it, Viv. You're here with us, and that I what matters." Sookie got Genevieve some cold water, and she sipped it slowly.
"So has anything else happened?" Genevieve asked, and tried to sit up a little. Eric watched her cautiously, and she sighed. "It feels good to move again." She drew her knees to her chest, realizing that she was in underwear and some type of tank top. She slid that hand that Sookie had dropped as she ran to the bathroom under the covers, and looked at him. "Where was I hit?"
"The abdomen and the chest." Eric told her, his voice pained. She traced her skin and felt some small scars, and she looked at him again.
"It feels like they are not that big." She wondered if he had seen her naked, and he stroked her face gently.
"I haven't looked at them. I just forced you to drink." She wondered if he was answering her unspoken question, and she remained quiet. "There is a meeting with the main PR representative of the vampires. It is tomorrow night. She has had to answer some questions, and is not pleased at all."
"How do you feel? Did it hurt to move?" Sookie asked, as she came out of the bathroom.
"No, actually. It didn't." Genevieve replied, smiling a little. "I kind of like this health plan." She stretched and yawned.
"Are you hungry? I can get some food for you." Sookie offered, and Genevieve nodded. Sookie found out what she liked, and went down to get it across the street. Eric stared at her, his eyes full of pain.
"I brought you here and all of this happens to you. You could have been killed, Genevieve." Eric told her, and moved closer to her. "I almost lost you." She saw a small drop of red in the corner of his eye, and she gazed at him.
"Tears?" He nodded, and she drew him to her. "Don't, Eric. I am alright. I feel better than that right now. Thank you. Thank you for saving my life." He held her close and she closed her eyes. She suddenly remember the Fellowship and him in the chains, and she gasped.
"Genevieve? What is it?" He lifted his head to gaze at her.
"I remember things. You were ready to die there." Genevieve said, and he nodded slowly. "You were going to leave me."
"It would have served to save you." Eric told her, and she stared at him. "I would die to save you." He lowered his lips to hers gently, and she felt the electricity between them. She pulled him closer, and he kissed her harder as he tried to slide under the covers. "Genevieve, I-"
"Eric, I love you." Genevieve whispered against his lips, cutting him off. "I have always loved you, and always fought it. I can't do that anymore."
He was next to her then, sliding his hand down her body as he kissed her again. His body next to hers felt good, and she moaned as he moved his lips to her neck. "I love you, Genevieve. I thought you would not be here to tell." There was a knock at the door, and they both groaned. "Sookie." He kissed her lips hard and stared into her eyes. "I love you." He got out of the bed and answered the door, and Genevieve smiled at the sight of food. She sat up all the way, letting her covers fall to her waist as she ate. She looked at Eric a few times warmly, and Sookie smiled at her knowingly. She left after the sandwich was finished, and Eric stared at Genevieve for a long moment. He looked tired, possibly more pale than normal. He slid under the covers again to hold her, and she faced him as she traced his lips with her finger.
"Are you OK? You look a little worse for wear." Genevieve told him, and smiled. "Though as gorgeous as always nonetheless."
"I gave you a lot of blood, and I have not had any myself. I would not leave your side for anything. I was out discussing the meeting with Bill only for a moment when you awoke." Eric explained, and she pulled herself closer. "I'll get to it." He kissed her with eager lips, and she let an idea creep into her mind. She pushed him gently onto his back, and rested on him for a moment before she kissed his lips with a light brush of her own. She moved to his neck, and felt him groan softly. He slid his hands over her legs as she straddled him, and she took in his sweet taste with pleasure.
"Take mine." Genevieve told him, and felt his gaze. "Take my blood."
"Are you sure?" Eric asked her, his eyes responding excitedly to her words. She nodded and he sat up as he held her in his lap. "I will avoid any marks on your neck. You'll have enough to explain when you arrive home." He gripped her waist softly, and kissed her. She pulled him closer as he deepened the kiss, and his tongue teased her lips. She parted her lips and moaned as he captured them eagerly. She responded by tracing his tongue with her own, finding his fangs out in surprise. She tested them with the tip, and they pricked her slightly as she moaned again. Eric slid his hands under her shirt and over the skin of her back as he sucked harder, eager for every drop. Genevieve began to feel waves of desire, of love. She felt him harden underneath her, and he moved to her neck as he kissed her down to her shoulder. He hesitated, and she tilted her head further. "Genevieve." His voice was a murmur, as he lowered his head and slowly sank his teeth into her skin. There was slight hint of a prick, and then a gradual sucking and she gasped at the pleasurable feeling. She whimpered softly, sliding her hands through his hair as she felt her desire grow stronger. He pulled away after a few moments, and his eyes were bright and full of his lust as he met hers. He kissed her again, and she allowed him to deepen it immediately. He pulled away and stared at her as he slid her shirt up slowly. "Do you want this?"
"Can you feel that I do?" Genevieve asked him in a low voice, trying to control her need.
"Among other things, yes." Eric assured her, lifting it and throwing it to the floor. He kissed her skin tenderly, and his hands slid over her slowly as he touched her. She gasped and her own fingers found the hem of his tank top and pulled it up. She slid her fingers over his back once it was off, and moaned as his lips and hands took turns. He turned her to her back in one fluid motion, and his hands rested on her hips. He slid off her underwear, and tossed aside his own clothes eagerly. She breathed deeply, as he slid his fingers up her thigh slowly. "Did you like that at the club that night?" Eric asked her, and his smile was seductive.
"It completely silenced me. I was so ready to argue with you." Genevieve replied, and he chuckled. "You are pretty sexy up there in that throne." She arched her back as he touched her, entering her with one finger.
"You have never been touched." Eric observed, as she cried out. "Genevieve, are you sure about this?"
Genevieve moaned and moved against him. "I want you to make love to me, Eric. I love you so much." She felt her body shudder, and she closed her eyes as waves of release took over. He moved over her then, parting her legs gently. He entered her, and she winced a little as he stroked her hair back. She let the pain pass, and then she stared up at him. He lowered himself over her and she memorized every movement, reaching down to pull him deeper. She cried out loudly as another shattering climax took over her body, and he gripped her waist tightly as he followed. She breathed deeply as he fell next to her, gathering her into his arms as he kissed her hair gently. "Tell me again why I waited for that." She slid her arms around him, and saw him smile.
"Do you mean with me or in general?"
"What do you think?" She kissed his skin gently, taking in the smooth feel and vanilla taste, tracing her fingers over her skin. "So smooth. I always thought you were so sexy, but I really had no idea just how much."
"Did you?" Eric asked her, and she looked at him. "I thought that you were attracted to me, but you are such a stubborn girl."
"I had a lot of emotions to fight, and I really thought that you deserved better than the mess that I was." Genevieve told him, sliding her hand down his back. "I wasn't sure about you either. You were so arrogant."
"It was always easy before you." Eric told her, sliding down to kiss her. "I can't stay away from you, Genevieve."
"What are we now?" She whispered to him, almost afraid of the answer.
"I am all yours now, if you'll have that. I would like you to be only mine. It'll mean some adjustments, but we can figure it out together." Eric told her, and she smiled. "I want you in every way, Genevieve, like we were tonight. Did you like everything that I did?"
"You are referring to the feeding? It was kind of really good foreplay, wasn't it? I would not really know, of course, but I would be fine with it. I hate the idea of you feeding from anyone else."
"I won't." She pressed herself into him, and closed her eyes. "I love you."
"I love you." She knew that she had just slept and that she should not be tired, but she felt so relaxed. She drifted off to sleep as he traced her skin with his fingers gently, slipping into a dream of him with a smile.
Genevieve woke up in the late morning next to him, and touched his sculptured face gently. She remembered the night before with a smile, and sat up slowly. Hunger hit her hard, and she sighed. Genevieve got out of bed and headed to the shower, enjoying the hot water on her skin. She looked in the mirror at her shoulder, surprised by the marks. They were not nearly as noticeable as she had expected. She brushed her hair back and held it in place by a headband, pulling on jeans and a shirt to go downstairs for food. Genevieve saw his flip flops on the floor and laughed as she tried to fit them on her tiny feet. She found her own after she gave up, and slipped the room key into her pocket. The lobby had a small selection of food, and she wrinkled her nose at it as she stared at the few pastries and fruit. "It's pretty bad, isn't it?" Genevieve jumped at the sound, and heard Sookie laughing at her. "Let's go to the diner across the street."
"Don't do that!" Genevieve told her, beginning to giggle. "There are humans here too. You would think they would cater to us just a little bit." The hotel catered to vampires, with the rooms that were light tight if needed and all of the fixings.
"You would think." Sookie agreed, and the girls walked outside.
"Damn, I need some money." Genevieve said, beginning to turn around.
"It's on me. Bill had some cash in his wallet." Sookie smiled innocently, and Genevieve shook her head. "You should check Eric's sometime." She looked at her friend at the mention of his name, and smiled at the tint on Genevieve's pale cheeks. "I can assume last night went well."
"You could." Genevieve replied, unsure of what to say.
"He was so worried, Viv. I almost think he was a little worse than when Godric was missing. He would not leave your side, but he was so nervous. He didn't even ask if anyone else was hurt until he had tended to you." Sookie told her, and Genevieve blinked. "And now look at you. His blood must be very strong, more so than Bill's. Your skin is glowing, your hair actually has highlights, and your eyes are greener than ever. You look so beautiful."
"I do? I didn't notice this morning, but I am all of on my sleep schedule being down for a day." Genevieve stared at the ground, and felt Sookie looking at her as they approached the restaurant.
"It's OK to feel the way that you do. I did as well." Sookie told her, and Genevieve looked at her face. "I was so happy the morning after we had first made love, and I felt so strong. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Viv. You love him, and he loves you just as much."
"Yeah, I do. I think he does too." Genevieve replied, and Sookie squeezed her hand.
"He does." The girls got a table and ordered, and Genevieve asked Sookie quiet questions about dating a vampire. Sookie was happy to explain, and made Genevieve blush a few times. They spent a long time together, and then Genevieve went back upstairs to relax and watch a movie. She ended up falling asleep, and woke up to cool arms around her and lips caressing her neck gently.
"Hello, beautiful." Eric's voice was low and seductive in her ear, and she relaxed as he held her. "I was hoping you would be beside me, but at least you were close."
"I didn't want to disturb your rest." Genevieve told him, and he laughed softly. The rooms were dim with just a couple of lamps on, and she looked at his face as her breath stopped. He stroked her hair, and his eyes met hers as they seemed to deepen in color. "I guess that might be kind of hard to do?"
"When I sleep deeply, yes. If I am distracted, not always. I am sure that you could find a proper way to wake me up." Eric told her, his lips grazing hers gently.
"Do you really think I would wake you up in such a manner? I know you need your sleep." Genevieve smiled at him, and he stared at her. "Though I could get used to such a pleasant greeting myself. It's a shame that we kind of sleep opposite."
"It is a downfall to it." Eric said, and she nodded slowly. "You could always go to my schedule, if we work out well."
"Do you think we won't? I only have the experience of a couple stupid high school relationships to go on, and you can see how well that worked out." Genevieve said, and he kissed her deeply.
"We do seem to have a certain pull toward each other." Eric murmured, and she snuggled close to him. "No regrets, lover?"
"Of course not. There is a reason I am sleeping dressed in nearly nothing, sir. I guess I am not that noticeable." Genevieve teased him, and he raised his eyebrows. "You do have time before this meeting that you're looking forward to, don't you?"
"Lots." Eric replied dryly, pulling her on top of him. "I think I could use the tension release before dealing with the cold bitch that is Nan Flanagan. I did notice you as well, Genevieve. I am trying not to come on too strong too fast with you. You're not the typical toss away human."
"What am I?" Genevieve asked him, as he removed her tank top easily.
"A challenge." Eric replied, pulling her down to kiss him. He held her close to him and she felt their combined desire wash over her in waves as she melted into him. When he felt his teeth sink into her skin, she moaned softly and pulled him closer. "I love you." She smiled at his words as he pulled away from her, and felt him tear off her underwear with one movement.
Eric got ready for the very late meeting a few hours later, after Genevieve realized how noticeable she was. She watched him from the bed as he stood up reluctantly, and bit her lip. "Do you want me to go with you? It sounds like it could be rough."
"I know you're not used to staying up quite this late. It's not necessary." Eric told her, preparing to take a shower.
"I sense your worry." Genevieve told him, and he looked at her with piercing eyes. "I'll be OK, if that is what you want."
"I think that I do." Eric told her, holding out his hand. She got up to join him in the huge shower, and they spent a bit more time in there than planned. She ran into her room and grabbed some black slacks and a purple shirt, yanking her hair up into a flip as she clipped it in the front. Genevieve threw on some make up quickly, focusing on her tired eyes and pale skin with dark lipstick and mascara. Eric smiled at her as he stood in his slacks and button up shirt approvingly, and she took his hand as they went to the second floor together. When they entered the room, Godric was seated in the middle with Isabel while Sookie sat with Bill on the other couch. Genevieve acknowledged her with a small smile as she stood with Eric against the opposite wall that the commanding Nan Flanagan stood against. She was not a tall woman, but her drawn face framed with a severe blond bob commanded the room somehow. She eyed the group with one raised eyebrow, her gaze settling for a moment on Genevieve as Eric's arm held her close to him. Genevieve swallowed slowly, and then Nan started to talk. She demanded to know about the fellowship and the house, and Godric patiently answered her questions, as Genevieve felt Eric's hand tense up on her. His silent reaction to the interrogation was making her head hurt, and she closed her eyes for a moment. She was suddenly exhausted, and her emotional high from earlier in the evening faded away.
"Sheriff, perhaps you should not have kept your pet up past her bedtime." Nan's voice said, and Genevieve's eyes shot open. "Try and keep up. Not that I know why you're here to begin with."
"Excuse me? His pet? I was at the fellowship trying to help Godric. He saved me from being raped and probably killed, with all due respect." Genevieve told her, her own rage enough for her at that moment. "Can't you see what he has done?" She felt Eric stroking her back to calm her, but his emotion cancelled that out and she felt her head pound again. She felt a wave of nausea, and stumbled out of the room hurriedly to find a bathroom. Thankfully, there was one down the hall and she heard someone follow her.
"Viv? What's wrong?" Sookie's voice called to her, and Genevieve's voice guided her to one of the stalls. "What is going on with you?"
"It is so weird, but I am experiencing his reactions. I mean really experiencing them, Sookie. It was giving me a headache in there, as well as making me feel nauseous." Genevieve told her, feeling that go away. "Did that happen after Bill gave you his blood? I noticed it when I woke up last night, but I think it is getting stronger now."
"No. I cannot so much s read his mind, but he senses my emotions now. Have you had that connection before?" Sookie asked curiously, and Genevieve smiled.
"I did with my parents, on a smaller level. I always knew what they were thinking about any given situation."
"Hmmmm. This might be your ability, made stronger by his blood and the bond. You could let it wear off and see what happens, or just learn to control it." Sookie said thoughtfully, and Genevieve groaned.
"I think it might kill me if I keep doing this. The good is certainly good, but the bad is painful."
"Does he know you're doing this?" Sookie asked her, and Genevieve shook her head.
"I didn't think that much of it until back there. Bitch vampire didn't help either." Genevieve said, and looked at Sookie. "I hope she didn't hear me."
The girls made their way back to the hallway, and it was empty. They suddenly heard a few raised voices and walked toward the room. Eric's was louder than the rest and angry as he spoke to Nan. "Jesus." Genevieve groaned, holding her head again. Words were exchanged back, and the door opened. Nan Flanagan exited and shut the door hard, and gazed at the girls. "You missed all of the fun." She walked down the hall and Sookie and Genevieve looked at each other. The door opened again, and Eric came out with a defeated look on his face. He saw Genevieve and walked over to her.
"What happened to you in there?" His voice was a forced calm, and she bit her lip. Godric stepped into the hallway, looking paler than normal but peaceful. He gazed at Genevieve and stepped forward, searching her face.
"May I have a moment?" His eyes were on Eric, and he nodded at his maker without hesitation. Godric took Genevieve's hand and they walked to the elevator silently. He flashed Eric a quick look before they got on, and then pushed the button for the top floor as the doors closed. He said nothing as the elevator smoothly moved, and Genevieve welcomed the reprieve from her pain. Godric took her to the roof, where it was still dark. "You had a rough time in there." Godric noted, looking at her as they took the stairs.
"Something is happening. I don't fully understand it. Eric shared his blood with me to save me, and now I am experiencing his emotions in combination with my own. It is bearable when it is good, but torturous when it is negative. In there, it almost knocked me down." Genevieve tried to make sense of it all to him, and he smiled at her with his young face. She noticed how handsome he was, with his graying blue eyes and brown hair. His eyes had such a calming effect on her, and she wanted to take him with her everywhere. But then again, she wanted Eric with her everywhere and he caused her pain.
"You have had that connection with loved ones in the past, Genevieve. You know that. Now it is stronger, as your bond to my child is very strong. Your love is very strong, and you will keep him strong when he needs it. He needs you, as you need him." Godric told her, and she gazed at the fading stars in the pre dawn sky.
"He needs you as his maker." Genevieve told him, and Godric looked at the ground. "I saw how he was when you were missing."
"I have been with him for many years now, and I have seen so much. So much pain, loss, and tragedy. Now I see m child with love in his life, and I am at peace with what I have done. I want you to take care of him." Godric told her, and she gazed at him curiously.
"What is going on?"
"I am letting go of this life, this existence. It is time, and I have been ready for quite some time. Now that I know that Eric is going to be happy and loved, I am ready to do it."
"No, you can't. Godric, he needs you." Tears sprung into her eyes, and she grasped both of his hands. "I know how it is to live with such loss, and I suffer ever day. Don't make him do the same."
"He will be fine. He has you." Godric assured her, and she shook her head as the tears slid down her cheeks. "I have done enough here. I have seen enough." He glanced towards the sky that was lightening slowly. "Love him, Genevieve."
"Please, Godric. I am begging you." Godric met her eyes with a reassuring smile, and kissed her forehead.
"Have Eric join me for a moment. Then he is yours." Godric walked forward, and she felt a sob in her throat. She numbly walked down the stairs and saw Eric waiting just inside with stricken eyes. He stared at her face, and walked slowly out. Genevieve slid down the wall and to the ground, preparing herself for the onslaught of grief.