A/N - I just wanna say a huge thanks to everyone who's reviewed, made my story a fav, and followed so far! It means a lot to me, and it greatly encourages me to write more

Disclaimer: Still don't own one of my favourite TV programs… (yes, that means I DON'T OWN TRUE BLOOD).

And here is chapter four~

"Rise and shine, girls! The Lord's blessed us another holy day!"

There were groans and muffled responses throughout the dormitory. Except for one girl, that is – me. I couldn't even open my mouth to mutter a reply – I was exhausted. In fact, I was so tired, that I couldn't even open my heavy eyes. They felt heavier than bricks that morning, I tell ya. My arms felt like lead, and my back ached like hell.

I was about to fall back into slumberland, until a loud, piercing screech sounded in my eardrum. I jumped about five foot in the air, and landed rather ungracefully in a heap on the carpeted floor.

"Miss Stackhouse, time to wake up!" Sarah Newlin's cheerful voice sounded through a loudspeaker. "You can't keep the Lord waiting."

I tried to stand up, but my knees wobbled and I just simply landed back on the floor again. I tried again, this time using my arms to support me – but they felt like useless twigs. I winced at the soreness in my back, and wondered for the millionth time why I even bothered to come to this place.

Apparently, Sarah saw the pain on my face. "Rosalie? Are you alright, honey?" She asked, real concern lighting her features. And not the fake kind, like Steve. Sarah looked genuinely concerned.

I shook my head. "Just a little sore…" I admitted, and tried to stand up again, only to fail epically and fall flat on my face.

"Oh dear, Rosalie…" She tutted, and came over to help me up onto the bed. "You're in no condition for activities today, sweetie. All that running yesterday must have really put you out of it, hmm?" She said kindly in her sweet voice.

I knew that wasn't it, though. I'd been lying on a freezing cold ground last night, not to mention a certain Vampire had given me a spine-crackling death hug.

Of course, I wouldn't tell Mrs Newlin this. So, I lied. "Yeah," I laughed, rubbing my sore arms. "I really shouldn't have pushed myself so much."

Sarah beamed, and ruffled my near-midnight locks. "Steve wouldn't mind at all, darling," She smiled, "He would no doubt let one of our best take a day off. Rest now, and pray that you'll get better." Then she left, still beaming happily.

I frowned deeply when she left. It seemed Sarah was being manipulated too…or, was she putting on a fake act like Steve? I sighed and sunk into the bedsheets. All this stuff was getting to my head too much. Grams and Sookie wouldn't like to see me like this.

I closed my eyes, and drifted off into a dream.

His icy-cold hands were curled possessively around my waist, keeping me tight against his hard chest. I stood in his embrace, my ear pressed against where his heart should have been. There was one, but it was dead. There was no rhythmic beat, no blood pumping through his veins. It was silent.

He was dead. He should have been dead – yet he still walked the Earth, like a ghost. He was alone; mostly all those he cared for had died or perished.

His right arm – the tattooed arm – slowly slid from my waist, upwards. He grabbed my chin, and forced me to look into his lifeless eyes. He stroked my chin carefully, hesitantly, afraid that I'd disappear. Afraid that his only salvation keeping him on this godforsaken planet would leave.

His hand left my chin to easily grab my waist again. He pulled me close – dangerously so. He buried his pale face into my dark locks, and cried tears of blood into it.

"Don't leave me," He whispered to me. "Please. I beg of you…"

My own heart, pumping with life and a musical beat, swelled up in sorrow. "I won't leave you…"

"Don't go," He sobbed quietly, squeezing me like a rag doll.

"I won't go," I assured him. "Why would I go?"

"No!" He roared, clutching me in an iron-grip. I realised that I was slipping away from him, and no matter how much he clung onto me, I wouldn't stop moving. "Don't go, Rosalie. Please."

"W-wait!" I screamed, reaching my hand out, my fingertips just barely brushing his muscular arm…

But then I was sucked away from him. Away from Godric.

Now I was falling, tumbling through darkness. My dark hair billowed before me, like a loose sheet blowing in a frigid autumn wind.

The scene changed, and I was home. My home. Sook and Jase's home.

But there was ruby red blood everywhere, splattered on the cream walls, and dusted in frenzied patterns on the linoleum floor. And lying on the floor, in a bloody, broken heap, was Grams.

I'd seen this before. It was haunting me again, these nightmares. I could only continue to re-live the horror, and watch as the thick, red liquid spread out around my Grams.

Sookie was kneeling beside her, crying and screaming. But I just stood there, unable to move, unable to think – unable to feel.

I could only watch.

I jolted upwards; sweat streaming down my face like fat bullets. My heart was beating like a drum against my ribcage, and my palms felt sticky with sweat.

It was impossibly dark in the dormitory, so dark, that I couldn't even see the outlines of the bunk beds. I let my vision adjust to the blackness, and saw that the girls were sleeping soundly in their beds.

Had I been asleep for the whole day? Had I really been that tired…?

I shivered as I recalled that horrible nightmare. Truth be told, I was a little confused with the one about Godric – the two-thousand year old Vampire downstairs – but the one about Grams stuck like glue to my muddled mind.

I couldn't shake that memory away – it was imprinted inside my head, and would be forever. I remembered coming home one night, and the first thing I saw was the blood. It was everywhere: over the walls, splattered on the kitchen cabinet – there were pools of the stuff forming on the once-clean floors.

The second thing I saw was Sookie. My big sister was sobbing as if she'd lost her entire family. But, I couldn't blame her, really. Grams was everything to us: she was our mother, our sister, our friend, and our grandma…

And what I saw next was her body, lying in a broken heap. Poor Grams was bruised and bloodied, and left on the floor like a dog's scraps. I had just stood there, watching Sook cry over our dead grandma's body. And I'd kept standing there, even when the ambulance came to carry her away on a stretcher, even when Sookie came over to embrace me.

And I didn't cry. Not once. Grams wouldn't have wanted us to cry, anyway. She would have scolded us, and told us to stop being spineless and move on. My Grams was a tough old bat – that was for sure…

I shook my head, mentally berating myself for thinking over it. It was best to forget memories like that. They only made life depressing for me, and I wanted to live my life to the fullest, to live without worries and regrets.

But still, I couldn't get the horrifying picture of Gram's dead body out my mind. It was almost as if it had been implanted there.

I sighed, and ran a shaky hand through my hair. I really needed to hug someone, to talk to someone. Sook wasn't here, and I didn't particularly feel like waking up any of the girls so they could hear my sob story.

The only person left really, was my big brother, Jason. It was pretty late at night – around elevenish – but, knowing my brother, he was probably awake. I just really needed a hug and some encouraging words.

With my goal set firmly in my mind, I carefully made my way out of bed. My limbs weren't as sore as they were that morning, but they were still a little stiff. Nevertheless, I carried myself over to the dormitory door, and tiptoed quietly into the silent hallway.

As I walked slowly down the hallway, the half-moon cast silvery light through the windows, causing the shadows to lengthen and dance across the cracked walls of the church.

The only sound was the occasional hoot of a night owl, and the soft padding of my bare feet.

To say it was eerie was an understatement.

But, I ignored all that, and continued to the boy's dormitory. Once I got there, I stood outside it for a while, trying to secure enough courage to open it and find Jason. I cringed a little, feeling like a weirdo for going into the boy's dormitory.

I just hoped to god none of the girls found out.

I grasped the cool metal of the doorknob, and gently prised it open.

It was dark inside, as I had already expected. But what I hadn't expected, were for all the beds to be…empty. None of the boys were in bed.

Had Steve made them work overtime? No, of course not. He needed his beauty sleep too, after all. So where were they all?

I stepped into the dormitory, breathing in the smell of aftershave and cologne. The room was nice and toasty, which I was grateful for – the hallways in the church were absolutely freezing. I rubbed my hands together, and stepped in between the piles of dirty clothes and underwear. Jeez, didn't the boys know where the washing room was? Yuck.

I made my way across the oddly empty room, and after a while, noticed another door in the dormitory. It looked like a kind of en-suite at first, but at closer inspection, I realised it was way too big for that. It was another room entirely.

I noticed the blindingly yellow light that filtered from the cracks under the door, meaning that someone or some people were in there. I was curious: why did they boys have another complete room in their dormitory? We girls didn't have that – we had bunk beds, and the toilets and showers were just across the hall from us. But the boys…

Usually my curiosity led me into bad situations. I mean, you know the saying – curiosity killed the cat? I shuddered internally. But, what could possibly be so terrible in there? It was just a room; I had to get over myself. Jeez.

I strided over to the surprisingly sturdy door, and, with mustering confidence, yanked it open.

What greeted me was something I hadn't expected. All the boys were sitting at a circle-shaped table – looking like the Knights of the Round Table – playing a game of bloody cards…

"The hell?" I muttered, in a very unladylike way. "Why are you playing…cards at half eleven at night?" I eyed them all exasperatedly, confusion flittering over my face.

The boys turned their faces to me, their expressions quickly morphing from shock to expressions of welcoming.

"Rose!" Jason called me over cheerfully. I frowned, raising an eyebrow. Jase rolled his eyes, and beckoned me over. I walked over cautiously, ignoring the stares from all the boys.

I stood next to Jason, about to open my mouth to scold him for being up so late – and potentially embarrass him in front of his friends – but, somebody curled an arm round my waist, and yanked me down in a warm lap.

At first I thought it was Jason, but that thought quickly fled when I saw him sitting next to me, a look of horror on his tanned face. "Luke!" He yelled angrily, making the other boys exchange surprised glances. "What did I tell you about touching my little sister?! Let go of her, you idiot!"

I swivelled round in the lap, only to come nose-to-nose with a smirking Luke Mcdonald. He winked at me with one of his emerald green eyes. "Hey there, beautiful."

My face heated up in embarrassment, a hint of anger, and just plain shock. But, of course, my anger couldn't compare to an enraged over-protective brother. Who, at his moment, looked like steam was wafting from his nostrils.

"Let. Her. Go," Jason hissed, his fist clenching. A boy sitting next to Jase put a hand on his shoulder, calming him.

"Dude, calm down," He ordered, "Luke won't do anything to your sister."

Jason calmed down visibly, but I could tell he was still raging, on the inside. He nodded stiffly, but kept a wary eye on me and Luke.

Said boy laughed a little, but only so I could hear it. Or, feel it, to be precise. His laughter was silent, but I could feel his chest vibrating against my back. I shivered.

Luke bent down to whisper in my ear, "Are you cold?" He asked, and I could feel his hot breath against my earlobe.

I shook my head furiously, earning another chuckle from him. "I'm fine. Can you let me off, Luke?" I asked, forcing politeness into my tone.

"But there aren't any seats left," Luke answered back.

"I'm going back to my dormitory," I retorted back quickly, and I didn't miss the irritated look in his eyes.

"Nah, just play a game of cards with us for a bit, Rosie," He suggested, almost forcibly. Rosie? Who the hell called me Rosie? I didn't mind Rose – but I didn't want to be called that.

Jason, who had been watching the whole ordeal carefully, narrowed his blue eyes. "I think it's time you got to bed, Rose," Jason said, surprising me with his calmness. "Come on." He got up, and practically yanked me off Luke's lap, which I was pretty grateful for.

Of course, what I wasn't grateful for, was Jason carrying me over his shoulder, like I was six-years old.

"Get back to bed," He ordered, before carefully placing me on my feet, and pushing me gently out the boy's dormitory. "I'll talk to you in the morning."

"But, Jason, I want –"

"No buts. I want you to go to bed," He said in his stern older-brother voice, "And stay in bed. And I also want you to stay as far away from Luke Mcdonald as you possibly can. Understood?"

I nodded, and was about to open my mouth to say something more, but Jason shut the door in my face.

Jeez! What an asshole. So much for a hug and a chat.

I sighed. Oh well, I'd talk to him tomorrow about the nightmare – maybe then he wouldn't be an over-protective prick of a brother. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't angry – I was just a little miffed. Okay, fine – I was furious. But, hey, when you're trying to tell someone something important, and they slam a door in your face, I'm sure you'd be a little mad.

I turned around, ready to make the scary journey back to bed. But, as I turned to face the other way, the long hallway wasn't in my view – someone's face was.

A hand whipped out to clutch my arm, squeezing it none too gently, but not so much that I was in pain.

"Why do you smell like a Human boy?" A very male voice growled in the darkness.

My heart leapt in fright, and I got ready to punch this person's lights out – but another hand held my free arm down, almost as if they knew what my intentions were. I was forced backwards, so my back was smushed up against the plastered wall. I felt his hard chest pin me to the wall, and I struggled to get free – but it was like he was made of iron. He didn't budge an inch.

"I said, why do you smell like a Human boy?" He forced out in a hiss. "Did I say you could touch a Human boy, Rosalie?"

I stiffened visibly. How did he know my name? "Who are you?" I asked, my voice brave, even though I felt the exact opposite inside.

I heard a familiar clicking sound, and, gleaming brightly in the darkness, was a set of sharp fangs. He leant downwards, inhaling my scent deeply. "I should have marked you," He whispered softly, but an edge of anger still laced his tone, "Before that…Human could even step within a mile of your presence," He said, spitting out the word 'Human' like it was poison.

"Let go," I protested, struggling, but his grip only tightened, and his chest only drove me deeper into the solid wall.

He growled again – it was an inhuman growl, starting from deep in his chest and rumbling out his vocal chords like an enraged tiger. "You did not come to see me," He said. "I asked of you to meet me when the moon was high and the halls were silent. Is it not so at this moment, Rosalie?"

And that was when it clicked. I knew who this was. Of course I did, how could I forget, even for a second?

I gulped, and shifted anxiously. I stuttered out his name, "G – Godric…"