Once my hands and knees had stopped shaking I turned the knob of the door and pushed it open. Once inside I found Sam who was making up the pull out sofa for me.

"Thanks again Sam. I'd probably be sleeping in my car or out in the woods somewhere had you not agreed to let me stay here." I smiled as I dropped my suitcase on the floor.

"Nonsense I wouldn't have allowed that." He replied as he feverishly tucked the sheets under the mattress.

I spaced out for a second and somehow had tapped into Godric's thoughts even though were hundreds of miles apart.

Be safe my child and Eric will take care of you. Du er nu och för alltid min litten en, I love you.

I shook my head as the tears had steadily began falling from my eyes. "Godric," I softly said to myself.

"Elle are you okay? Is there something wrong?" Sam asked with a hint of frenzy in his voice.

I lightly chuckled, "I'm fine. I'm just missing a very important person in my life right now."

"Who is that?"

"Godric. He's a two thousand year old vampire from Dallas that took me in when I was alone and homeless." I replied as I rummaged through my suitcase looking for a tank top and pj pants.

"Elle, just like with Sookie I don't like that you are hanging out with Vampires. They are no good for you."

I sat on the pull out and shook my head, "Sam, Godric is better for me than most people in this world. He would never or could never harm me. He's protected me even when doing so meant he was being disloyal to his own kind."

"I just don't like it. We just got you back. And next thing you know you'll be sleeping with one of them fanged freaks and they'll end up turning you."

"Haha Sam you are one to call someone a freak. Dog boy." I began laughing so hard I snorted.

Sam laughed right along with me, "It's good to see some things never change."

"Ha yeah no matter how hard I try still can't get rid of that damn snorting," we both laughed.

"Elle why did you run away?" Sam asked leaning against the counter.

"Sam it's hard to explain. I just felt as if there were more out there for me. Like I was destined to be somewhere else for those years. I felt drawn away from here."

He moved over to the bed and leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead, "Goodnight Elle. It's good to have you back"

I raised the corner of my mouth in a half smile, "Goodnight Sam."

He disappeared into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. I sat on the edge of the bed for what seemed like only a few minutes. By the time I had looked up at the clock an hour at passed. I could hear Sam steadily snoring and barking. I laughed to myself. While I was changing into my pj's I heard a noise from the front yard. "What the hell could that be," I thought to myself out loud. I slid my flip flops back on and walked to the front door. There standing in the yard was a tall white figure. Someone I'd recognize anywhere. It was Jason Stackhouse. I smiled and opened the door.

"Jason? Is that you?" I asked as I slowly walked towards him.

"Giselle? You really are back." He replied as he reached forward to hug me.

I laughed slightly, "Yeah I'm back."

"I thought I'd never see you again." He said grabbing my hands and holding them out in front of me checking out the changes I had made in my appearance. "You look good."

"Thank you Jason." I replied as he began to twirl me around like a ballet dancer.

"Good enough to eat," He said as he held my hand above my head. I stopped when he said that. I turned back to him and much to my surprise it wasn't Jason Stackhouse that had been twirling me. What stood in front of me was nothing short of terrifying yet I was unable to scream. The tall gangly monster that stood before me had blood red eyes that pierced through me as if they were daggers. It had long steely fingers with claws on the ends. I dropped to my knees. I couldn't be sure what I was staring at. I only knew it was here to kill me. To answer my calls for death only it was years too late. It stood in front of me and twisted its fist. With that motion I felt an excruciating pain in my stomach. I let out a scream worse than those heard in horror movies. The monster then kicked me in the face forcing me to my back. It stood over me still using Jason Stackhouse's voice "You shouldn't have come back here. You are messing with forces beyond your control and comprehension."

"What could you possibly want from me?" I managed to spit out coughing up blood at the same time.

"It's not what I want from you. I'm here to stop you from helping the others." The green rotten monster said as it kicked me in the side. Being kicked by this monster felt like having a sledge hammer slammed into my side with the force of everything in the world. I cried out yet again. It kicked harder actually kicking me across the yard.

Where is Sam? Why hasn't he come to my aid? What the hell am I going to do this thing doesn't stop? All these thoughts raced through my head as I rolled over finding myself on my back facing the night sky once more. I didn't even hear the footsteps of the creature as it approached me again. As it reached down and dug it's claws into my throat I thought I was going to die. As it dug its claws deeper in my skin I began bleeding a lot. A low feral growl came from behind it. Shocked the creature let go of my throat and turned around to see what had dared to challenge it. There stood Eric Northman. My viking saviour. I blacked out from the loss of blood. By the time I came to I felt a warm thick red liquid being poured down my throat. Eric was feeding me. I didn't recognize the house we were in.

Choking on his blood, "What th-"

"Shush just drink and ask questions later. You need to drink to survive." He said forcing his wrist against my lips. He held me close to his cold bare chest. A few seconds later he pulled his wrist back and held my head up.

"Home only for a few hours and I already being targeted."

"A home coming for the ages, huh?" Eric said as he ran his fingers through my hair brushing it out of my face. I laid there in his arms like a rag doll. My body was lifeless and limp. He sat back and pulled me up to his chest and allowed me to fall asleep in his lap.

I woke up sometime around noon. I was laying on a lush leather sofa with a note under my hand. The note read...

Dearest Giselle,

You should be feeling better by now, hopefully. I brought you here to my house last night after you were attacked. You fell asleep before I could get you back to Sam Merlotte's and I didn't want to wake you. Make yourself at home. There is a change of clothes on the dining room table, I had Pam pick them up. Hopefully they are to your liking. I'll see you around 5:30. We need to talk.

E.

I laughed to myself he signed the note "E." really? I began to move about on the couch. Moving slowly at first expecting soreness or some kind of pain. But I felt nothing. Thankfully. Once I figured out that it would be okay for me to move around I got up and headed to towards the dinning room. On my way I passed a full length mirror and stood there for a second staring repulsed at what was staring back at me. I was covered head to toe in blood and mud. I shook my head and walked over to the table to see what Pam had picked out for me. Much to my surprise and delight it was something I could or would actually wear. A pair of black skinny jeans, vintage band t-shirt and pair of new converse all stars. I still felt a little tired from the night before and decided to lay down just for a few minutes longer before I took a shower and changed. Hours went by. I finally became animated again around 5, right before dusk. I sprinted up the stairs down the long hallway and into the bathroom to run my bath water. The large tub took quite a few minutes to fill up. I stripped my dirt disgusting clothes and kicked them with my foot to the side. I stepped into the tub slowly and sank in. I laid there motionless for a few minutes just relaxing when I heard foot steps in the hallway. The door creaked open and standing there was a stark naked Eric. He stood with his right elbow against the door frame supporting his entire weight and the other hand on his hip.

I sank even deeper into the tub, "Modesty isn't a strong suit of yours is it?" I asked barely peeking over the rim of the tub.

He smirked. "Centuries of lust and sexual revolution have made me numb to modesty to be honest."

I could do things to you that would make you weak in the knees for days.

He knew I had tapped into his thoughts as he watched my face quickly change through 4 different shades of red. At that moment I had flash backs of the night I had been raped and I broke down and cried. I sat up out of the tub and laid my head on the edge as I gasped for an escape from the images flashing in my mind. Eric, faster than I could comprehend had grabbed a bathrobe and chair and pulled it up next to the tub.

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Authors Note:

Thanks for the wonderful reviews and comments. Hope ya'll are enjoying the story so far.

Translation: Du er nu och för alltid min litten en - You are now and forever my little one, i love you.