I do NOT own any of the True Blood characters used in this story, only my own. I also make no claim to the lyrics I may use from time to time

I hope you enjoy this chapter. I was kind of running out of ideas on where to go after the last one. Give me some love when you're done!! ;-)

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We can swim in silence

You can pull me under

I will not come up for anyone

I can slowly sink and watch you as you leaving

I will drown until you care

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Genevieve closed her eyes as she waited, her breathing ragged. She knew that Eric would want to go with Godric and leave her behind, since their bond ran so deeply. She knew that Godric would do everything in his power to prevent that. Genevieve tried to think how long she had been there in the dimly lit hallway, when she heard a door and felt a rush of air. Genevieve opened her eyes and looked around, seeing nothing. She stood up on shaky legs, and stared at the door. Genevieve slowly walked up and opened the door, walking onto the sunlit roof. She breathed in the fresh air gratefully, feeling the choking in her throat. The roof was empty now, and she stared for several moments at the void. Genevieve noticed something on the ground, and walked forward to see a white shirt on the ground. She picked it up and realized that it was Godric's from that night. Tears slid down her cheeks, and she felt the grief of another tear through her body. She clutched the shirt and stared at the city that was waking up, but she didn't see the beauty of a new sun. She dropped her head down and walked to the stairs, taking an elevator to her floor. The door to her room was not closed all of the way, and she realized that she had forgotten the key. Had he left it open for her, our just out of distraction? Genevieve pushed it open slowly, seeing him sitting on the couch with his head bowed in the light from the hallway. "Eric." Her voice was a whisper as she closed the door, and then the room was dark. She turned on a small lamp nearby feeling her way, and then stared at him. Red tears streaked his face, and he stared blankly at the floor. He looked so torn apart, but she was glad to see him and know that he had not stayed there. Genevieve walked forward slowly, and kneeled in front of him. She looked into his eyes, and he met hers briefly. The were filled with grief and disbelief, and she also saw a raw need in the deep blue. It was primal in nature, and filled with a desperation.

"Godric." Eric said the name painfully, and she leaned forward and kissed his face gently, tasting his tears as she did. He held her face in his hands after slowly sliding his hands forward, and she forgot all about the intensity of the emotions. They were pounding through her as she touched her lips to him, but they were shifting quickly as she felt the tears in her eyes. He pulled her mouth to his, crushing it with the intensity of the demanding kiss. His hands dropped to her shirt, unbuttoning it quickly as his tongue demanded her lips to part. "I'm sorry, Genevieve. I need this. I need the feeling of this." He slid her shirt off and his mouth moved to her neck as he yanked her over him roughly, and she felt the desire as she moaned. Her tears mixed with her pleasure as he removed all of her clothing and his, and sank his teeth into her inner thigh more aggressively than normal. Genevieve knew that this was not out of love, not purely. It was out of a need for comfort, and feeling. She could remember the emptiness that she had felt when she had first learned of her parents, and how the time alone was torturous to her. She gave in to the moment to erase that one from her memory, taking in the feeling of it on a primitive level.

Genevieve rested on her stomach next to him on the bed afterwards, and he looked at her as she stroked his face. She could feel the slight aches and knew that there would be bruises the next day, but they had felt something together that the both separately needed. His eyes were red and weary, and she stroked his hair back gently to ease him to sleep. He closed them slowly, and she watched him sleep with tears in her eyes. She closed her eyes herself, rolling over into a fetal position as she drifted to a much needed sleep. She slept all day, waking up to her phone beeping incessantly at her. Genevieve checked it, seeing that it was Sookie. They were going to switch the flight for that day, and Genevieve sighed. They were all flying home that night in several hours, and she gazed at Eric's sleeping face, still tortured. A flight home with this on their minds would not be good. She sat up slowly and gazed at her pale skin, speckled with bruises. She remembered last night, her mind questioning if it was the final one. "So much for first love." Genevieve murmured, going into the shower for a long soak. She came out when the water was running cool, and her skin was pink from the heat. She pulled her hair into short ponytails and left her face clean, brushing her teeth slowly. Genevieve touched her bruised lips tenderly, covering them with some tinted gloss at the last moment. She was hungry and wanted to go and get some food, so she pulled on a pair of capris and a tee easily, running over to the diner. Genevieve ate her late lunch slowly and thoughtfully, trying to work everything out in her head. She got another text from Sookie, wondering where she was. Genevieve responded, and Sookie strolled over to meet her. She ordered a shake and stared at her friend in concern.

"Eric's not taking it well? I heard about Godric after it happened."

"No, he isn't. I'm not. Godric told me that he thinks I can get Eric through this, but how? How can I fill that void?"

"It'll take time. You know how it feels, Viv." Sookie assured her, and Genevieve nodded. "Look back at what you went through and feel him out. I went through a different emotion every five minutes when Gran was killed, and ended up with Bill at the end of it all."

"Eric was already so cold before this. We'd just warmed up a bit, and now he looks like a zombie." Genevieve said, and laughed without humor.

"Give him time and be there for him." Sookie urged her, and they finished up and headed back to the hotel. Genevieve went back to her room to find the bed empty and she shower running in the bathroom. She went into her room, feeling as if it was closing in on her. Genevieve distracted herself by throwing on her ear buds and turning her Ipod up as she packed her suitcase, and she found herself singing along to the words that ripped her heart out. She tilted her head in surprise, but gave in to the feelings that were coursing through her and let it all out. Tears slid down her cheeks as she did, and she sank to the ground slowly. She let the next song play as she cried, resting her head on her knees. She cried for Godric and what he felt he had to do. She cried for Eric and his grief. She cried out of fear that it would be over, this moment of love that she had for only a fleeting second. Genevieve felt someone watching her, and she peeked up to see Eric in the doorway looking at her with neutral blue eyes. He had pulled on some work out type pants and his wet hair was brushed back.

"We're flying out tonight. You should get your stuff together." Genevieve tried to sound normal, as she slowly stood up and finished with the pile of her clothes on the bed. She left her ear buds in and turned her back to him, feeling herself trying to block his confusion as she did. She felt a gentle touch on her arm, and she turned to face him. Eric pulled the headphones out and stared at her.

"What are you ignoring me for?" His eyes were stricken again, and she touched his cheek gently with her fingertip. "Genevieve."

"I know that you're going through a lot right now, and I don't know what to do for you. I love you so much, and I hate this. I am barely standing myself sometimes." Genevieve told him, and he kissed her forehead. "Godric actually thought I could pull you through this mess. He told me that."

Eric's face winced at the name, and she closed her eyes. "I know." She felt him pull her to him, and she rested her head against him. "You were there for me last night when I needed your comfort. You didn't have to be."

"It's sick, but I wanted you at that moment as well. It felt good to just feel something."

"Exactly." Eric murmured, and she slid her arms down his bare chest. "I need to pack, Genevieve. We need to go home, and do whatever it is we do at a time like this." He slipped away from her, and turned in the doorway. "Your singing was beautiful. I had no idea."

"I haven't sang a note since my parents died." Genevieve admitted, looking down. "It hurt too much then, but tonight it made me feel better."

"Likewise." Eric said, and left the room. They got their bags and left the room, catching the car with Sookie and Bill to the airport. Eric sat quietly next to her, his eyes gazing out of the window as they drove. Genevieve rested her hand on his leg gently, and gently stroked it. The flight was equally quiet. Sookie and Bill sat close together, while Genevieve took a seat across the aisle from Eric. He leaned back and closed his eyes in his seat, while she played with her phone and listened to music. She really had no idea if they were good or not at that moment, and she felt him calmly grieving inside. She knew that her life was forever changed by loving him and the events that had happened, and she glanced at him for a moment. He was striking in his stillness, and she smiled. "He did love me." Genevieve whispered, and shook her head. He turned his head and gazed at her slowly, his eyes searching her face.

"Not did. Do." His voice was low, and she tilted her head towards him. "Rest assured that I do." He resumed his original position and she leaned back in her own seat. Genevieve listened to the songs that she had avoided for months, the ones that she used to sing ad nauseum. She hummed the notes to herself, remembering happier times. She dozed off as they flew through the dark sky, and woke up to Sookie gently shaking her.

"We're home." Sookie smiled at her friend warmly, and Genevieve tossed her phone into her purse. She stood up and stretched, walking off the plane behind her friend. Eric was standing by another black car, and she slid into it as she yawned. Sookie and Bill sat next to her and Eric took the seat across from her. He looked at her a few times during the drive, arriving to the club before they got to Bon Temps. Genevieve stared at him as the car stopped, feeling his hesitation as he touched the door handle. Genevieve dropped her eyes as he opened it, and took a deep breath. He was out of the car in a moment, and she watched him walk into the club with his luggage in hand.

"Not even a goodbye." Genevieve murmured, angry at the tears that sprung into her eyes. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Godric meant a great deal to Eric, Genevieve. I believe that you do as well, but the grief is consuming him right now. Give him some space for now, and things will work out." Bill told her, as Sookie hugged her.

Genevieve wanted to tell them just what had occurred for her this last few days, and it had changed her life. She felt the tears sliding down her face as she looked at Bill, and she could see that her knew by the expression in his eyes. "I guess so," The rest of the drive was silent, and Genevieve got out of the car at Sookie's house.

"Do you want to stay here?" Sookie asked her, and Genevieve shook her head numbly.

"I need home. I need the routine back to…..to get over this. I am sure that Nora is really flipping out by now as well." Genevieve sighed. "Shall we go to Merlotte's tomorrow and beg for our jobs back?"

"Sure. I'll call you tomorrow. Sam will just be happy that we're safe." Sookie hugged Genevieve. "Eric will pop up again, Viv. I saw the way that he looked at you."

"I need a break from this love nonsense anyway." Genevieve said, trying to force a smile. She got her bag and headed to her car, starting it and letting it run for a moment. She stared forward, holding the sob back until she had pulled away. Sookie didn't need to see her losing it. She remembered so many little moments of the last few days, and the one that stuck was when he left her without a word. Genevieve cried the entire short ride home, and then tried to clean herself up as best as she could. She saw Nora's red Civic parked in it's spot, and she took a deep breath. "You can do this." Genevieve got out of the car and collected her luggage, and walked slowly to the door. She unlocked it, and opened it slowly as she peeked in. Nora was asleep on the couch with the TV on, and Genevieve put her things in her room quietly. She gazed outside for a long moment, almost hoping to see him there, but it was empty. The sky opened up, and she shook her head slowly. She walked to the couch again, and shook Nora gently. "Hey, No No. Get to bed, would ya?"

"Viv?" Nora asked, jumping up and hugging her. "I have been so worried. I wanted to call you, but it seemed so serious when you left."

"I should have called you. Things got……" Genevieve did not know what to say. "Things didn't go well, but I am home now and ready to move past it."

"Were you hurt?" Nora asked her, and Genevieve paused for a moment.

"I am here, No No. That is all that matters." Genevieve told her, and hugged her best friend. "I am sorry that I cannot tell you more. It needs to be this way. I love you." She chatted with Nora about things around town, trying to distract her thoughts. When Genevieve finally crawled into the large bed, she felt lonely and curled up into a ball. She put in an ear bud and drifted into a restless sleep slowly, dreaming of Godric's last words to her. Genevieve woke up late the next morning, and her phone rang as she made coffee. She answered it, agreeing to have Sookie pick her up in an hour to talk to Sam. Genevieve showered and got herself together, choosing a hat for the rainy weather to go with her sweater. She still felt numb inside, and could not imagine having any more tears to cry.

Sam was relieved to see both girls, but he chided them for going once Sookie filled him in a little about the fellowship. He gazed at them both with hard eyes, and shook his head. "I am glad that Bill was with you to help out as best he could. "

"Do we still have jobs?" Sookie asked, and he nodded. "We'll work tomorrow whenever you need us." They agreed to the lunch shift, and went out to get some food. La Fayette slid into the booth next to Genevieve and she smiled at him despite her mood.

"You survived your vampire weekend, baby girl?"

She leaned on his shoulder, and sighed. "We did, but it was intense. I am glad to be back."

"Don't pretend this place is normal, girl." La Fayette reassured her, and she laughed a little. "I am glad that you're OK, little Viv. I was worried about you."

"What about me?" Sookie teased him, and he waved his hand at her.

"Always, Sook. You have Bill to protect you, but little Viv here was on her own." La Fayette said, wrapping an arm around her.

Genevieve slowly got back into her normal schedule, and weeks passed. She suffered through the dreams that Eric had warned her about, reliving the night of Godric's death more than she cared to. She desperately missed Eric, but she refused to go and see him. She was afraid to go to Fangtasia and experience a variety of experiences, the foremost being that she would see him with someone else. She knew all too well what kind of comfort he required. She feared his rejection. She drove home every night when she only wanted to go and see his face again, and she forced herself to hurt so that she could move on. She sang her pain out, and wrote of it on the nights that she was alone. Nora and Sookie kept her busy, though Nora did not know why her best friend was hurting so much. A month after Genevieve had arrived home from Dallas, she was surprised to see Nora come into Merlotte's one night with a present. She set it down on the bar as Genevieve walked up with a curious smile, and grinned. "Open it."

Genevieve looked at her best friend as she tore at the purple wrapping paper, and pulled out a black Muse Tee shirt. "I love it, No No. I have always wanted a shirt of theirs."

"You can wear it in two weeks when we go and see them in Dallas." Nora told her, and Genevieve stared at her. "I managed to scrape up two tickets, Mom is paying for the flight, and she threw in an afternoon at a salon." Nora smiled brilliantly as Sam, and batted her eyelashes. "If Viv can have thee days off that is."

"Wow, No. I don't know what to say." Viv clutched the shirt, and her mind raced as she smiled at her friend. Dallas, Godric's death, the fellowship, and Eric. Eric. Her mind stopped suddenly, and she felt the lump in her throat.

"I think that could be arranged." Sam agreed, and Nora winked at him. Genevieve smiled and Sookie walked up as her shift ended.

"What could be arranged?" Sookie asked, smiling at the girls.

"Viv and I are taking a trip to Dallas to see her favorite band." Nora replied, and Sookie met Genevieve's eyes with her own worried one. "Is there something wrong with us going there?"

"Of course not." Sookie said, and grinned. "That will be a lot of fun for you, Viv. You sure sing them enough to me." She gestured to the shirt with a laugh. "I'll see y'all later. I have to go and meet Bill."

Genevieve returned to tending to the small crowd at the bar, and Nora had a drink as she chatted with Sam. Sam called Genevieve into his office before she left, and she walked in as he closed the door. "Are you safe there? Is there any danger?" Sam asked her, and she sat on the worn down desk slowly.

"I don't know. I don't know of the fellowship is doing anything now, and I have no contact with…..anyone to find out."

"Sookie will find out for you. Bill can ask around." Sam told her, and she nodded. He stroked a strand of hair off of her face, and she met his warm eyes. "I don't want anything to happen to you, Genevieve." He stepped closer, and she took a slow breath. "I'll take you myself to protect you." He leaned towards her as his eyes searched her face, and she froze.

"Sam." Genevieve murmured, and he stroked her face gently. "I don't think I can do this right now."

"I am not asking too much, Genevieve." Sam assured her, closing the distance as his lips met hers softly.