A/N – This chapter shall have quite a bit of lime in it, so be warned!

Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood. All those rights go to a certain lucky man whose last name rhymes with hall.

Chapter seven, guys! ~

His bluish-grey orbs stared into my deep, brown ones for a tense few moments, before swiftly directing his gaze somewhere else. "Because…I am tired of living, Rosalie," Godric replied emotionlessly. "…And all the terrible things I've done in the past. I want to burn because of them."

"So?" I demanded, anger building within me, my fists clenching. "Everyone gets a second chance. We forgive and forget, right?"

Godric shook his head sadly, still crouching before me. I couldn't help but notice the slight ripple his lean muscles made as he shifted slightly. "A monster cannot be forgiven. Rosalie…if only you knew. If you knew about the things I've done…people's lives I've ended…you would refuse to ever set those beautiful brown eyes on me ever again."

I scowled angrily, my dark eyes narrowing dangerously. Godric must have felt the strong emotion roll off of me in waves, because his eyes flicked back up to mine. A look of guilt and remorse flashed in his strangely gorgeous eyes, before they returned to their normal hardened state. Godric quickly stood up, and turned around so he wasn't facing me. "I can feel your hatred now, my Rose," He said. "Do you hate me truly now? Do you think of me as a monster? It is what I am, little one."

I realised suddenly that Godric had mistaken my anger for hatred of him. "You say you are a powerful vampire…" I whispered, and watched his back tense, "…One to be feared and looked up at, yet you can't even tell two simple emotions apart."

Godric didn't move an inch; he just stood there, facing away from me. "Do not lie to me, my Rose. I can feel your hatred."

"No, Godric. You're wrong this time," I sighed, shaking my head slowly. "I feel anger. Anger that you could ever possibly think I'd hate you, or think of you as a mindless killing machine – a monster…"

Godric's whole body had stiffened, seemingly in deep shock. "Rose –"

I interrupted him. "…And don't tell me for one second that I should be afraid of you, because I'm not. And I won't be, ever. To me you are just Godric, the one who's always there in a heartbeat when I'm in trouble. The one whose smile I yearn to see every day, and the one who would never abandon me or treat me like a fool. You have a conscience, Godric – you think, you feel, you hurt…you love. Monsters don't have consciences. You may not have a heart that beats, but you are the most human vampire I have met out of all of them."

When I finished, I let all the grief and sorrow I felt roll out. I closed my eyes as I thought about the mother and father I couldn't remember, and so dearly wished to meet again. I thought about Grams, and that crazy smile she used to give me when she served her famous Adele Stackhouse desserts. I thought about Sookie and Jason, me sitting in Sook's lap as she gently caressed my dark hair. I thought about Jason, and the way he used to scoop large, delicious chunks of Gram's special apple pie into my little lunch container, which I used to bring to school. And then I thought about Godric, and all the things he'd said to me, I thought about the smiles that only he showed me, I thought about the way his beautiful eyes sparkled when he was amused or happy.

I hadn't even realised I was crying until I felt a soft, cool hand wipe the salty tears away. I opened my eyes slowly to see Godric, who was kneeling in front of me, both his pale hands on my cheeks, trying to stop the seemingly endless droplets. I noticed, with a hint shock, that little rivulets of blood were leaking out of Godric's eyes. His eyes flickered over to mine, and different emotions flickered in his colourful depths quicker than I'd ever seen before. They were full of shock, happiness, sadness and…something else almost new to me. Love.

"Please don't cry. I hate to see you cry, my little Rose," Godric murmured, stroking my cheek lovingly. "I want to see those beautiful eyes of yours sparkle in happiness."

"I'll stop if you stop," I sniffed, cracking a small smile. I giggled at the confused look on Godric's face, and I watched as he tenderly reached a hand up to wipe away the blood on his pale face.

"Rose…" He said quietly, staring at his blood-coated fingertip. "You bring out all these...feelings in me. You make me feel human. It makes me feel like I want to live."

I grabbed his hands, and we locked eyes with each other. "Then live," I commanded. "If not for yourself, then for me."

Slowly but surely, a smile widened on his handsome face. I could even see the brilliant white of his teeth. It made me smile too. Godric leaned in closer, his breath tickling my face. "Then I shall live. But only if you live with me, Rosalie," He said softly. Our faces were inches apart, and his lips brushed my pink ones as he whispered, "And only if you become mine."

An overwhelming feeling of desire rushed through me, and all I wanted in that moment was to kiss him, to be near him, to love him. I swallowed gently, and murmured a "yes," before pressing my lips against his. Godric responded instantly, by forcing the kiss deeper and roaming his cold hands over my curves and hips.

I hardly felt the whoosh of air, and I hardly felt the hardness of the wall press into my back – all I felt was Godric's lips on mine, all I felt were his gentle caresses, his soft touches. He fit against me so perfectly, like we were made for each other. "Rose," He breathed, "I love you."

Something tightened in my chest as he said those words. It was deep in my chest, and it had been growing stronger since the day I had met him in the basement. It brought me closer to Godric – secured my invisible bond with him. The unseen rope that wound around my heart was no longer a flimsy, weak thing. "Godric," I whispered back, "I think I love you too."

And that was what sent him over the edge. His eyes darkened with heated desire, and I felt his fangs pop out, scraping my bottom lip. Blood dribbled from my lip and down my chin in fat drops, which Godric gladly licked up.

My hands moved on their own accord. They slid down his clothed chest and up again, and traced the blue tattoo around his upper chest. My fingers twirled random little patterns into his hard abs. His muscles tensed up at every feathery touch I gave. I stood up on my tiptoes so I could reach his defined jaw, leaving little butterfly kisses there and down his neck. "Rosalie –" He moaned softly, almost warningly. "Do not tease me, little one."

I know I should have heeded that warning, before things got out of hand, but I couldn't stop myself. Lust was swirling like a fiery heat in my stomach, begging to be released. I wanted to make him feel what I felt – that strong, needy desire. And so I ignored his warning – by nipping at his bottom lip with my teeth.

Godric growled deeply in his chest, and grinded himself into me. I saw as well as felt the large bulge in his white pants as he gyrated against me. His hand reached out to grab my thigh, and he squeezed the flesh strongly, making me gasp out loud. He leaned down to my ear, his fangs just scratching my earlobe, "I warned you, my beautiful little Rose."

Then he attacked my lips, his tongue lapping at the bottom half, forcing entrance into my mouth. It was a battle of tongues, neither one willing to give up the fight. But, of course, Godric won – and he eagerly took advantage of the situation, letting his tongue roam my hot mouth. While he was doing wonderful things inside my mouth, his hand was caressing my thigh, gently massaging the skin.

I was so into his heated kiss that I didn't even realise where his hands were heading. Before I knew it, his hands had squeezed my butt gently. I let out a loud moan, which was muffled by his tongue and lips. It took me a couple of seconds to fully register what had just processed, and when it did, I turned a million different shades of red. Godric noticed, of course, and he chuckled deeply.

"I didn't think this –" He kneaded by ass again so I'd let out another embarrassing moan, "– Could affect you so strongly, my Rose," He whispered by my ear, before planting a trail of warm kisses down my neck. He stopped at the point in my neck where my pulse throbbed most, and licked over it wantonly. "…Smells so good," Godric murmured against my neck.

"What smells so good?" I asked, still slightly lost in a euphoric haze. His hands left my butt to curl at the back of neck, and he gently forced it towards his mouth. He inhaled deeply.

"Your blood," Godric sighed. "It smells…so delicious."

I froze slightly in his grip. "M-my blood?" I gulped. "Godric, when was the last time you had some blood?"

Godric sighed again, the sound muffled in the crook of my neck. I stiffened when I felt the sharpness of his fangs. "Mhmm, don't know," He moaned. "But I'm so thirsty. I promise I won't drink too much, Rosalie. I just want a little –"

I pushed against his chest, now petrified that he'd sink his fangs into me. "N-no, Godric. Stop it," I warned cautiously. "I'm sure there's a shop near the church where I can buy some Tru Blood for you –"

"No," Godric growled against me. "That bottled synthetic crap is horrible. It's so bland and tasteless. I want your blood, my Rose. Only yours…"

I shivered when I felt one of his fangs nip at my skin. "I said no, okay?" I tried pushing at his hard chest again, but his hands left my neck to hold them down. Now I started to panic.

"Please, Rosalie," Godric groaned. "I didn't get enough when your lip started bleeding. I only want a sip more."

I knew of course, that if he started to drink, it wouldn't be a simple "sip". It'd turn into large, thirst-quenching gulps. I was certain that he'd drain me dry. At the moment, Godric was unstable – he hadn't drunk in days. It was bad enough that he'd gotten a taste from my bleeding lip – I had to somehow snap him out of his blood-frenzied dreamworld.

"Godric," I said in my best motherly-stern voice, "If you drink from me in this state, you'll kill me. Do you want me to die?"

Godric mumbled a "no" and nuzzled against my shoulder. "Don't leave me," He muttered. "I don't want you to die."

"Then you have to step away from me. Now," I commanded harshly. "You need to get out of this blood craze you're feeling."

Godric sighed in irritation, but stepped back, albeit reluctantly. I smiled widely at him, my previous panic gone. "See?" I said cheerfully. "That wasn't so hard."

Suddenly, Godric growled lowly. I looked at him in confusion. "Hm? What is it Godric?" I asked worriedly. He was staring up at the basement stairs, his growl still rumbling like an engine deep in his chest. He quickly shot forward, wrapping a muscled arm around my waist, and diving down behind a stack of old, yellowing boxes.

He held me so I was straddling him, my face almost squished up against his. Godric was looking through a crack in the stack of boxes, seemingly keeping an eye on the basement stairs. I tried to squirm around in his lap to see what the fuss was all about, but he held me firmly in place. His dark eyes flickered to mine, and he lifted a pale finger to place against my lips, signalling me to be quiet.

But I didn't like to be ordered around. So I tried to escape his grasp again, by squirming even more. However, this action made Godric stuff his face into my tangled hair and moan deeply. "You can keep moving like that if you want," He smirked. "I rather like the feeling."

I blushed in embarrassment, and immediately stopped moving, causing Godric to grin in amusement. He leaned in close to my ear and whispered huskily, "That doesn't mean I haven't finished what we were doing earlier," He said, causing me to shiver involuntarily. His hand slowly found its way to thigh again, and he started to rub little circles, every touch causing me to bite my lip in pleasure. "Even if I did get a little hungry, just remember – you are mine. And when I do things like this –" He squeezed the inside of my thigh roughly, making me arch further into his touch, "– You can't resist me…"

"Ah – G-Godric," I gasped, and Godric quickly captured my lips with his own before I could let out a really loud moan. "Mmm…too much…stop teasing…" I sighed into his lips.

"Too much?" He asked, amused, as he leant back to stare me in the eye. His hands kept doing amazing things to me though, and I seriously thought I was going to melt into a puddle of pure ecstasy. I closed my eyes in bliss as I felt his hands wrap around my hips, securing me in my place on his warm lap. "You may have enough, little one, but I will never have enough of you." His lips found my neck, and he sucked at the skin hungrily.

"Godric, stop teasing me," I managed to groan out. I couldn't stop myself from grinding my hips into him. It was almost embarrassing; really, how easily he could do this to me.

"No," He whispered, "I won't stop this, unless you…let me…taste some of your…blood," Godric managed to groan out, and I heard the familiar click of his fangs dropping down. I was so far gone in pleasure, that I simply couldn't stop him. I didn't have the brainpower: it was all fuzzy and clouded from all the things he'd done to me. I could only gasp as he scraped the sharp points harshly across the skin of my neck, making a thin, scarlet line appear. Godric leaned in, practically rumbling with want. His tongue flicked out, ready to lap up the ruby-red blood…

"Rose! Are you down here?" A familiar voice yelled from the top of the stairs, momentarily breaking me from my euphoric trance. "Jason's been looking for you! It's got something to do with the lock-in…."

Godric growled, angry for being interrupted. He sniffed the air, and his face darkened. "It's that boy," He hissed furiously, tightening his grip on my hips possessively. "The one whose scent I smelled all over you…"

"Luke?" I gulped, afraid not for my own, but for Luke's life. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp so I could answer him, but Godric growled again, and kept me hostage in his lap.

"No, I forbid you from even setting eyes on him," He hissed, stroking my hair possessively. "You are mine, and you will stay here."

I sighed in frustration. "Godric, loosen up," I said. "I'm only going to talk to him."

"Yes, and last time you talked to him, you no longer smelled like me, but like him," Godric argued, and he crossed his legs, so I was sitting in the middle making it even harder for me to escape. "You will stay here," He said, finality in his tone.

I placed my hands against his chest, giggling, which caused him to frown in confusion, but then smile happily. People always said my laugh was contagious. "Godric, you don't need to be so jealous," I chuckled, staring at him in amusement, my dark eyes sparkling. "You should know by now that I couldn't possibly love anyone else the way I do about you."

Godric sighed, and reluctantly unwrapped his legs. "Fine. Go see…Luke," He said his name like it was poison, causing me to giggle again. "But if you do not come back to see me, I will come take you away myself," He finished seriously, causing me to roll my eyes.

I gave him a quick peck on the lips, before standing up and walking over to the basement stairs. "Hey, Luke?" I yelled. "You up there?"

There was the sound of rushing footsteps, before the muscly figure of Luke Mcdonald appeared. He ran a hand through his dark hair, grinning flirtatiously at me. I had to force myself not to roll my eyes. "Found you," He breathed. "Wow, you're lookin' mighty beautiful right now, Rose," He said, and I swore I heard the distinct sound of a low growl.

I smiled back at him. "Thanks, Luke. So, what is it Jason wanted to tell me?" I asked him politely. Luke grinned back.

"Well, actually, it's about the vampire and how we're burnin' it in two nights at the lock-in," He explained, and I stiffened, but not too visibly. "Speakin' of which…isn't this where they're keeping the damned creature?"

I nodded seriously. "Yeah, it is. Steve showed me and Jason it earlier," I said.

"Ohh yeah, so he finally told you guys, huh? 'Bout time, too," Luke said cheerfully. "Wait, what are you still doin' down in this dusty old basement?" He asked.

I panicked momentarily, searching my brain for a believable answer. "W-well, you see, I just had to stay down here to tell it how much of a sin it is to this world," I lied, and, by the looks of it, Luke believed every word. Wow, these guys are way too trusting…

"Heh, yeah. That's the way to do it, Rose," Luke grinned, patting me softly on the back. I felt a vicious tug at the pull in my chest, warning me that Godric was not happy with Luke's touch.

"Yup," I agreed with him, sneakily sliding out the reach of his large hand. Luke, somehow noticing my attempt at avoiding him, frowned deeply. He strided over to me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He grinned down at me.

"There. That wasn't so hard, was it, Rosie?" Luke asked happily. My eyelid twitched in annoyance. I really wanted him to stop calling me that…

I suddenly realised, that if I wanted Luke to live through the next ten seconds, I had to get his arm off. And so I attempted to peel his large arm off my slim shoulders, only to fail miserably, as his grip became steely. "Hey, come on, Rose," Luke whined, "Stop pushing me off. Maybe a little kiss will change your mind?" Oh no… He leant down to peck my cheek.

Of course, he didn't get to kiss my cheek, as suddenly, there was a roar of outrage, and Luke was flying across the room. He landed in an ungraceful heap on the floor. I looked to my right, and instantly regretted it. Godric was standing there, bluish-grey eyes glaring at the moaning boy. He looked ready to pounce on poor Luke.

Godric strided over to him, and picked him up by the collar of his L.O.D.I t-shirt. He bared his fangs at him, and smashed him into the concrete wall, his hand around Luke's neck tightening. Luke let out a strangled cry of pain.

Panic welled up inside of me, and I rushed over to Godric. "Godric, stop, please!" I begged, wrapping my arms around his torso. "Let him go."

I felt him soften under my touch, but he was still angry. And an angry two-thousand year old vampire was not something to mess with. Luke, apparently still conscious, saw me standing behind Godric, my arms wound tightly around him.

"Rosalie!" Luke managed to cry out, "Quick, get away from that monster! Run or it'll kill you!"

Godric hissed in Luke's face, his eyes a murderous black. "I think it is you who should be afraid of dying," He growled. "You touched my Rose. I do not tolerate filth like you touching what is mine."

Luke's eyes widened. "What are you talking about? Rose isn't a fangbanger. She would never want a demon like you," He spat in Godric's face.

Godric trembled with rage, and I knew if I hadn't been standing there, Luke would have been dead already. "You continue to test my patience, human," He snarled ominously. I peeked my head around Godric's back, and watched in mild surprise when Luke's eyes clouded over, as if he was in a trance. "You will forget everything you saw down here today. And you will leave to go and continue your miserable life."

Luke nodded numbly, and repeated what Godric had ordered of him in whispers under his breath. Godric released his neck, causing Luke to fall on his feet and wobble precariously. I almost darted out to try and catch him, but Godric held my hands that were still wound around him, stopping me from moving. "I have allowed you near him enough, Rosalie," Godric said, authority booming from his tone. I sighed, and nodded. I didn't like the way he was ordering me about, but I didn't want to provoke him any more than necessary.

Luckily, Luke didn't fall flat on his face, so he started to walk up the basement stairs. I watched him until he was completely out of sight. When he was gone, Godric's entire body relaxed, which made me relax, too – because I knew he wasn't so furious anymore.

"Well, that was close," I breathed out, and added, "Too close."

Godric turned around, and I was surprised to see a smile on his handsome face. "Thank you for calming me, Rose," He sighed, "If you had not held me when you did…I think I probably would have snapped that human's neck…"

I grinned, and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. Before I could reach him, though, Godric lifted me up to him, by winding his strong arms underneath my underarms. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and smooched him straight on.

Suddenly, I remembered why Luke had come down here in the first place. I hurriedly jumped down from Godric. "Ah, I need to go!" I explained apologetically. "I've been gone way too long –"

Godric put a finger to my lips, shushing me. "I understand, Rose," He chuckled.

I looked at him, dumfounded. "You do?" I squeaked, hating how surprised I sounded.

Godric let out a rumbling laugh. "Yes. Now, go back upstairs before they get suspicious, my Rose."

I nodded, but then thought of something. "What about the lock-in, Godric?" I asked, alarmed. "The day they're gonna try and burn you."

"I will come to collect you and your brother before then," He promised. "And we will escape."

I let out a breath, reassured. "Okay, I'll see you later, then."

And with that, I rushed back up the basement stairs.