Chapter 2

Sookie was screaming at the top of her lungs. Her breaths were now strangled, short-filled gasps. Her vision started to blur, if she wasn't hurt she would think she was hallucinating all on her own. He had picked her up ushering sweet words of comfort, already knowing that he meant everything that he said. White light engulfed Sookie and the boy, as the black spots filled. Sookie was unconscious.

To Sookie only seconds passed, as she was shocked awake. Yells of urgency, rang through her ears. She could see her great-great-grandfather Niall hovered over her body. His hands stretched out emitting rays of light from his palms. "We need your blood vampire."

"I will give it freely." Sookie thoughts went up in question. Finally her eyes scanned the wound; she didn't think it was that bad now that she couldn't feel anything. Was that a good thing? Thinking it wasn't. Remembering, when Bill had almost drank me dry I needed a vampire-blood transfusion since I didn't have a definite blood type.

A warming presence entered Sookie's body. The wound caused by the bullet slowly closing as Sookie's light and complexion started to rise. "It was a close call, my dear. But you should make a speedy recovery. "After Niall healed her, Sookie then lost consciousness, with the vision of his face clouding her mind.

Sookie woke hours later, her vision blurry from the abruptness of her arriving in faerieland, and the light scar that would forever be engraved in her skin. Sookie sat up, and made her way to a mirror, lifting up her shirt to see the pale, pink scar. Immediately, dropping it at the sound of someone opening the door, her eyes widened. Then, salt-filled tears, happy tears; blurred her otherwise perfect vision, as Sookie's legs rushed to the figure, arms immediately finding comfort in his embrace.

"I'm alright my child."

"How..." Sookie couldn't even speak, seeing Eric's maker again. She was suddenly thrust back into the past. Looking into his eyes, as he said his final good-byes to the world; seeing how his body erupted in blue flames, remembering her heart breaking and, then confronting and comforting Eric.

"I'm at a loss my dear. It seemed like yesterday when I arrived into this plane of existence."

"How can you not know how you came to be here, and it's also daylight out, oh my Godric its daylight!"

Godric laughed. In his 2,000 years of existence, Godric hadn't even muttered a laugh. Now, this human who he felt like he had a deep connection with, makes him want to laugh. "Are you alright Godric?"

"Yes I am Ms. Stackhouse."

"Godric I think you know me well enough to call me by my first name."

"You are right. Sorry Sookie, and to answer your previous question, I deduced that before I was turned into a vampire by my maker more than 2,000 years ago, that my blood was special."

"Special?"

"Fae blood"

Sookie strangely enough believed it. Who was she to question anyone anymore? Everything wasn't as it appeared to be most of the times. That's what she learnt when she had gone out with Bill and even Eric. Thinking that Bill was nice, and she would eventually have a happy married life with him. Then he betrays her to the queen, and once you think you know a person they do the complete opposite. Bill wanted her to give up everything that made her, her to give him his true death. She was flustered by this, even before she had met vampires Sookie wanted a normal life. But, when a perfect opportunity comes to show itself, she would be the one to have second thoughts. Her abilities were a part of her, and she had finally come to terms of who she was, and accepted it.

She remembered Eric when she had first met him. Sitting on his throne bored, as if there wasn't anything to live for, and then she showed up. Sookie thought Eric was one thing, trouble. But she didn't really give him the chance he deserved with her. She always went pinning up to Bill, kicking Eric to the side every time she got. And still Eric was there for her, when Bill wasn't. Eric deserved more in his 1,000 years of immortal life. Something more then what she could give.

Godric's hand had slowly found its way to Sookie's cheek. Knocking Sookie off in her thoughts and snapping her back to reality. Sookie could feel something erupting in her as Godric's eyes continued to bore into her soul. Knowing it was Eric's blood in her system, calling out towards its maker, but the other half of Sookie's barely workable mind, said it wasn't. It had been years since she had Eric's blood. This was full-blown attraction, admitting it to herself in her mind brought a few blushes.

"You should probably get ready."

"Ready, for what…"

"Your grandfather mentioned something of a coronation."

"Coronation, what…." Godric was laughing as Sookie dressed in something more appropriate for a coronation. But the laughing went dead, as Sookie entered the throne room. Thousands of men and women in white, bowed. All Sookie was thinking was….

Shit!