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A/N- This chapter's gonna be a bit longer, but I'm sure you guys won't mind. The story is now getting steadily closer to the end of the Fellowship of the Sun's Arc.

Here is chapter nine! ~

I paced around my dormitory, a worried expression plastered on my tired face. It was the morning of the lock-in – and not only did I have to escape with my brother, but I also had to somehow save my big sister. Who, at this very moment, was locked up in the Light of Day Institute's basement.

I'd gone down late last night to try and get her out, but Gabe had been standing at the door, guarding. "What am I supposed to do?" I whined aloud. I quietened down a bit when I remembered there were sleeping girls around me. Godric was down in the basement, too – if Sookie just told him her real name, not that fake one she used – then Godric would know who she was instantly. He would no doubt help her escape, right?

I groaned in frustration, and cursed myself when I forgot again just exactly where I was. The girls stirred restlessly in their sleep, some muttering nonsense under their breath as they slept. I had to do something. I couldn't just stand here and wait for their fates. I needed a plan of action – a plan which would help everybody.

But what? Sookie was locked up, Godric was god knows where, and I couldn't turn to ask any followers of the church for help. My only option was to find Jason, and sort this shit out. I needed to tell him of Sook's imprisoning, and how Steve wasn't the nice guy he turned out to be. Hell, I would even tell Jase about Godric, and how I…well, how I love him.

It brought a smile to my face, as I thought those words. I'd only said it aloud once, and that was to Godric. I hadn't really confirmed it to myself – I mean, when he said he loved me two nights ago, I'd felt obliged to reply. I know I shouldn't have said words I didn't mean – it was in the spur of the moment, I guess, that I said it. But, now, as I truly thought over it, I realised that I really, truly loved Godric. It wasn't some high school crush – no, it was the kind of love that warmed my heart, the kind that made me nervous every time I went to see him.

I cringed inwardly, realising I sounded like some kind of lovesick drama queen. If there was one thing a Stackhouse wasn't – it was a lovesick puppy. No way, if I wanted to save everyone I cared about, I had to be clear in the head. I couldn't be thinking over my handsome vampire every two seconds.

I stopped my relentless pacing, and just stood there for a while, trying to clear my jumbled head. The seconds that passed with me standing there, seemed to weave into minutes. The minutes slid by, too, and before I knew it, a good solid hour had passed.

I had to hurry and find Jason, before everyone woke up. He needed to know what was going on: and I needed to make a plan. And I needed to make it fast – the lock-in was creeping steadily nearer.

I rushed around the room, careful not to wake up any sleepers. I rummaged around in my black suitcase, and found a pair of denim capris pants. I shoved them on, and grabbed a blue tank top hanging over my shared bunk-bed. Then I hurried over to the door, and slipped into my tennis shoes. I didn't waste any more time than I needed to – I shot out the dormitory door, and went straight for the church's entrance doors.

It was a summery morning – the breeze was warm and gentle, and the sun hung high in the light blue sky. The grass was bright and shimmery with morning dew, and the birds were twittering their morning calls in their twig nests. But I didn't stop to admire the scenery, I went straight for the training grounds, where I knew I'd find my brother.

I fast-walked towards the training grounds, nodding at any early morning runners. Most of them waved at me and smiled. They all knew me pretty well, seeing as I was Jason Stackhouse's little sister. Jase had really made a name for himself here.

Eventually, the centre of the training track came into view, and I saw the boys' changing rooms. Jason was probably there with the boys, getting ready for track running. I ran the last metre or so up to the changing area, and sat down on one of the dark blue benches, waiting for Jase to come out. A string of boys filed out eventually, clad in their tracksuit gear – but no Jason.

I saw Luke come out, too. He was chatting happily with one of the boys, a carefree smile on his face. I crossed my fingers and hoped to god he didn't notice me, but, of course he did. Luke's emerald green eyes locked onto my dark ones, and he grinned mischievously.

"Hey, Rose," Luke greeted, striding over to me, a group of boys tagging along behind him. "What are you doing here so early in the morning?" I noticed him look me up and down, but I ignored it.

"Ah, I'm looking for Jason," I replied easily, and nearly smirked when I saw him pout. "Have you seen him?"

Luke shook his head. "Nope," He said, popping the "p". "Last time I saw him was when you guys were building the platform. Oh, by the way, where did you go after that? I was looking everywhere for you."

I groaned inwardly. I really did not feel like dealing with Luke's clinginess right now. "I went for a walk," I admitted truthfully. "A long walk."

Luke nodded. "Oh, okay," He sat down next to me, and attempted to sling an arm round my shoulders, but I skilfully avoided the limb. I also didn't feel like squirming on the ground in agony today. I almost cried out in happiness when Luke didn't complain.

"So, have any of you guys seen my brother?" I asked the group of boys, who were doing some quick push-ups. Show-offs, I thought, laughing mentally in my head.

"I saw him walking around the institute with his suitcase a while ago," One boy breathed out, still doing steady push-ups, "I think he was looking for you, actually."

I nodded, but frowned. His suitcase? Jason must have finally realised this place was wacky, and had decided to leave. But, where was he now? "You wouldn't by any chance know where he is at this moment, would you?" I asked him.

He stopped his push-ups so he could think. "Uhm…yes, actually, I think I do," He said, and I nodded encouragingly. "I saw Mr Newlin's car pick him up."

At this, my insides froze. Steve had "picked" him up? I gulped nervously, before asking him something else. "Was Steve the only one with him?"

The boy shook his head. "Nah, I think that crazy drill instructor pushed him into the van," He explained. My stomach lurched. "Ah – erm…what was his name? Gary? Geoff? G –"

"Gabe," I breathed out, more to myself than him. The boy nodded happily.

"Yep. That's his name, alright," He said, but he didn't get to say anything else, because I was already up and running towards the car park. I heard Luke yell my name from behind me, but I just pumped more power into my toned legs. Jason was in trouble, and I had a feeling it wasn't a normal L.O.D.I training punishment.

I sprinted into the car park, not caring that my dark hair was whipping madly behind me, not caring that my legs and feet ached from all the continuous running. I needed to find Jason. I just knew he was in deep trouble, and I didn't like it, not one bit.

Eventually, I spotted Steve's large, grey car. I walked towards it, cautiously. There didn't seem to be anyone in the car, but –

My thoughts were cut off abruptly, as someone grabbed me from behind. A hand was immediately clamped over my mouth, stopping me from yelling or crying for help. "I should have known you were a fangbangin' whore," A familiar voice hissed in my ear. I felt something sharp and cool press up against my windpipe. My heart nearly leapt into my throat when I realised it was a knife.

"Steve," I tried spitting out angrily, but my voice was muffled by his hand. I tried to wriggle free, but the knife just pressed more precariously against my skin.

"Now, now, Rosalie," Steve chuckled, "Calm down. You are the sharpest out of Sookie and Jason, aren't you? You should know exactly what's going on, now. And you should know that I have your brother and sister."

I growled angrily against his palm. Steve sighed, and removed his hand from my mouth, but his arm wove painfully around my chest, and the knife still dangerously nicked at skin, keeping me from escaping. "Well, go on. Say what you need to say."

"Where have you taken Jason?" I hissed in fury.

Steve sighed again. "Well, Rose m'dear," He said, "I sent him away with Gabe, so he could go straight to where he belongs. Hell."

I shook with bottled rage. "How dare you lay a finger on my brother! And my sister, too!" I yelled, not caring that the dangerous weapon had sliced my neck a little, leaving a thin line of blood. "Let them go!"

Newlin let out a puff of irritation. "You were quite the little actress, sweetie," He said, "And so was your brother. I really believed you were an honest-to-goodness soldier of God, but then those vampires sent your sister in as a spy…"

"What are you talking about?" I shouted, squirming in his grasp. "Sookie is no spy!"

Steve tutted at me. "Just like your brother. A big, fat liar," He said. "Gabe's taking care of your dear brother, and I really don't feel like dragging you down to the basement kicking and screaming. It attracts too much attention, wouldn't you agree, darlin'?"

I had no idea what the hell this bastard was on about, but I needed to escape from here, and save Jason. Whatever little errand Steve had sent Gabe to do with Jason didn't sound good. I tried to wriggle free again, but Steve clung his skinny arm to me more tightly.

"Looks like I've got to this myself, sweetie pie," Newlin sighed deeply. I heard the clatter of his knife hit the ground, and I relaxed for a moment. Perhaps Steve was seeing his wrong-doings, and setting me free?

Of course, I spoke too soon. Before I could utter anything else, a vicious blow was connected to my temple, and I fell into darkness instantly.

When I woke, it was to darkness. I was lying on a soft material, and I could feel something drag gently over my scalp. It was almost relaxing – peaceful, in fact. But that was all disturbed when I heard two familiar voices, voices which I couldn't quite put my finger on which they belonged to.

"….Shut your dang mouth, Hugo," I heard a sweet voice sigh from the darkness. "She's sleepin'."

There was a grunt of defiance. "I don't care. I can't stand it in here," A male voice hissed. "If I don't get out soon –"

"It's your own fault!" The sweet voice yelled back. "If you hadn't betrayed the Dallas vampires to the Fellowship, we both wouldn't be down here! You're a traitor."

Now I was curious. Dallas vampires? Betrayal? A traitor? I let the darkness fade away slowly, until my lids flickered open. What greeted me was a harsh light, and I immediately shut my eyes, wincing at the sudden pain. Speaking of pain, there was a horrible soreness on the left side of my head. Why was that?

I filtered through my memories, scrunching up my forehead in deep thought.

"Hey, she's awake!" The male voice cried out. God, could he be any more louder?

"Rosalie? Rose, honey, speak to me," The sweet voice cooed. "Open your eyes for me."

I continued to prod and poke my memories, but these people talking weren't helping. I held out a hand, signalling for them to shut the hell up while I tried to remember. Luckily, my memories did come back – I remembered everything, as well as looking for Jason, being caught by Steve, and that horrible blow to my head. Which was probably why I'd forgotten bits of my memory temporarily – the reverend had a mean punch.

I opened my dark eyes again, and instantly recognised the two people in the room. Above me was a blonde, tanned woman who I knew as my big sister. My head was lying on her lap, and Sookie was gently combing my midnight hair, which was splayed madly across the dusty floor. A little further away, sat a man I recognised for earlier in the day. Suit-man.

"Hey, Sook," I croaked, and she looked down at me in obvious relief. "Are we in the basement?"

Sookie looked stunned for a moment. "Yeah, we are, sweetie," She replied softly. "And what are you doing in the Light of Day Institute?"

I sighed, and sat up, wincing at the agony placed upon my head. I hesitantly touched the wound on my temple, and was shocked when I pulled it away to find blood on my hand. Great, I thought dryly. I'm stuck in a cage with a bleeding head and no way out.

"Oh my gosh, Rosalie!" Sookie gasped, "Your head – I didn't realise it was bleeding so badly…" She shuffled over to me, and fussed about with my injury.

"Sook, I'm fine, I swear," I lied. "It's just a little sore." Sookie nodded, but I could tell she didn't fall for my lies.

"I knew you were following us yesterday," She sighed, smiling sadly. "I could hear your message, so don't worry."

I nodded my head slowly. "Yeah. Steve found out everything somehow, and he caught me," I admitted. "And he told me he got Jason too, but I've no idea where he is now." I bit my lip in worry.

Sookie wrapped me in a bear hug, squeezing my shoulders comfortably. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Rose," Sook informed me. "We'll get out of here, isn't that right, Hugo?" She said, addressing suit-man. I looked over to see him scowling.

"Oh, so you're the Rufus guy?" I asked, pointing at him.

His scowl deepened. "My name is Hugo, brat," He said. "And don't point. It's rude." I frowned at him. He certainly knew how to woo the ladies.

Sookie ignored his little jibe at me, and asked me gently, "What are you doing in the Fellowship of the Sun, anyway, Rose?" She asked, "And with Jason?"

I groaned. "It wasn't my idea, Sook, I swear," I assured her. "Jason wanted to go, and I followed. You know how unpredictable that idiot can be sometimes."

Sookie laughed lightly, her voice sounding like wind chimes blowing in the breeze. "You're right on that, Rosalie."

"But, what are you doing here, Sookie?" I asked her suspiciously. Sookie sighed, and glared over at Hugo.

"Me and Hugo were sent by the Dallas vampires to find a certain vampire's maker," She answered. "But, you see, Hugo over here is a traitor. He'd already joined the Fellowship, and led me straight into a trap. Steve knew I was coming all along."

I glared angrily at Hugo, who was sulking like a little kid in the corner of the cage. "You're joking," I spat out. "But the Newlins betrayed him too. He's down here with us," I pointed out, and Sookie nodded.

"So, who is this vampire's maker you were sent to find?" I asked, curious.

"His name is Godric," Sookie replied easily, and I felt my heart jump erratically. That was why Sookie and Hugo were sent? To find Godric? "Apparently, he went missing a few weeks ago. He's the sheriff of Area of nine in the Dallas nest."

"Sheriff?" I asked in wonder. "Vampires have sheriffs?"

Sookie giggled. "Yeah, of course sweetie. How else do you think they run different places?" She laughed softly, and I smiled. I realised just how much I'd missed my big sister – with all the crazy things going on lately, I hadn't really had time to stop and think about her.

I was kind of awed, as well. I never would have thought that Godric was a sheriff. Well, he was stronger than most vampires around, so it seemed plausible. I guess I just couldn't really picture Godric wearing a cowboy hat and boots. He seemed too…ancient for that.

Sookie, reading my thoughts, suddenly let out a burst of laughter. I looked at her, confused. "What?" I asked, slightly ruffled. Sook shook her head, covering her mouth with her hand, trying to stop her chuckling.

"Rose…the sheriff you're thinking about is wrong," She smiled, "It's a vampire sheriff. Not the western cowboys you see in movies…" She bit her lip, trying to stop the Cheshire-cat grin than threatened to widen on her sun-kissed face.

I think I must have blushed redder than a tomato in embarrassment. "Ah – oh," I burbled out, feeling like giving myself a good couple of brain-damaging facepalms. Honestly, sometimes I could be as idiotic as Jason.

"Actually, in your defence, there is a vampire who wears cowboy clothing, although, he isn't a sheriff…" Sookie mused aloud.

"Really?" I asked, hoping to gather some of my rapidly dwindling pride back. "Who?"

"Stan Baker," Hugo muttered from the corner. Oh, so apparently, this guy had decided to join in our conversation. Nice. "I don't like him."

"Nobody asked you," I shot back, and he glared holes in my head. Man, what a dick! The room lapsed into a slightly awkward silence, so I laid my head back down in Sook's lap, closing my eyes. I listened to the peaceful breathing of Sookie, and relaxed considerably as she ran her hands through my hair. I let out a quiet chuckle when I heard her complain about how untidy and unkempt my hair was.

Suddenly, the whole room went still, as the sound of the door creaked open. I cracked open my eyes, and immediately felt like closing them again – because Gabe walked through the door. To put simply, Gabe looked like shit. His face was bruised, and had multiple cuts and scratches on it, as if he'd been badly punched. Hugo stood up, his face pulled into a deep frown. Sookie stood, too, but she rested me gently against a box.

"Gabe," Hugo greeted with a scoff. "What happened to your face?" Gabe didn't answer; he just silently walked up to our cage, and unlocked it. Hugo continued his rant. "…Listen… she knows everything," He said, holding out his hands, and gesturing to Sookie. "Which never would have happened if you hadn't kept me locked down here with a goddamn mind reader!" He hissed. I cringed, as Gabe swaggered up to Hugo menacingly. "Yeah, I hope the reverend knows that I'm gonna need protection now –"

I flinched when Gabe swung a vicious punch in Hugo's face, which sent him sprawling onto the floor in a tangled heap. "You want protectionyou fangbangin' piece of shit?" He snarled, and kicked him harshly in the ribs. Hugo let out an "oomph" and a cry of pain. "How's that for protection, huh? Here's a little more protection for ya." Gabe continued to punch and beat him up mercilessly, and I could only sit against my box, and watch the scene unfurl in pure horror.

Sookie screamed, and ran towards Gabe. "Stop it!" She cried, and jumped onto his back, trying to stop Gabe from killing a now unconscious Hugo.

"S-Sookie!" I yelled, standing up. I screamed myself, when Gabe smashed her off his back, and into a stack of metal shelves. He trapped Sookie against the shelves, his large hands around my sister's delicate neck.

"You, you and your moron brother think you can make an asshole outta me?" Gabe snarled in her face. I stood there, shaking like a leaf. "That's what you think, huh?"

"G-get your filthy hands off me!" Sookie shrieked, trying and failing to pry his hands off her.

"What's wrong, your own kind not good enough for ya?" He retorted. "What if I show ya what you're missing?" Gabe flung her onto the floor, and slapped her in the face. The colour drained away from my face when I realised what he was going to do. He was going to rape Sookie! My big sister!

"No!" I screamed in rage, and barrelled into his thick body. I managed to knock him off Sookie, who quickly scrambled up into a sitting position, panting heavily. However, Gabe had a new target now: me.

He smiled viciously at me, and yanked me up by the hair. His hand went flying down onto my face, and I heard a resounding crack. It didn't take a genius to know that he'd broken my cheekbone.

"Let go of my sister, you bastard!" Sookie screeched. Gabe simply ignored her, and sent another sharp slap onto the left side of my face, near my eye this time. Then he carelessly dropped me on the dusty floor, and I instinctively covered my assaulted face with my hands, trying to stop the beatings it was getting. This time, however, Gabe sent a multitude of savage kicks into my side. I held myself together, though: I would not cry in front of this disgusting man. He pummelled into me again, and some red blood trickled down the corner of my mouth.

Sookie was in hysterics – she was punching and kicking Gabe, trying to get him to stop. "Stop! Stop it, please!" She screamed. He just blanked her though, his rage directed entirely on me. He raised the tip of his boot to smash into my side again, but, before he could, something ripped him away from me, snarling in outrage.

My vision was blurry, so I couldn't see what was going on, exactly. I did see vague shapes though. It looked as though Gabe was being suspended in the air, his toes hanging off the ground. I was quite shocked at this: there weren't many men out there who could lift such a heavy bulk like Gabe. My eyes travelled sideways to notice another figure, who appeared to be holding Gabe up by his ear.

This figure was looking directly at me, and, for some reason, I could feel pure anger and rage emanating off of it. It snarled again, hissing at a yelling Gabe. "Silence," The figure commanded ferociously, and Gabe shut up. "I would have spared your miserable life, but, seeing as you have harmed what is mine, I will gladly end your life." The figure wrapped one pale hand under his chin, and one behind his head.

"G-Godric!" Gabe gurgled. That's Godric? I thought, relief seeping into my veins, and I relaxed, even though burning pain was lighting up my body like fire. We're safe now…

"Godric, it's me!" Gabe babbled, trying to yank Godric's hands off him. Godric's grip was steel, though. I couldn't see much, but the next thing I heard was a sickly snap, and I knew Godric had snapped Gabe's neck. His body fell lifelessly to the cold floor.

In a flash, Godric had moved, and my body was lying limply in his lap. Sookie cried out, and rushed towards me – but Godric bared his fangs at her and hissed, keeping her away. "Enough. You will back away, human," He commanded. "I will not tolerate anybody else coming near my mate, understood?"

Sookie yelled in outrage. "She is my little sister! Look, I'm glad you saved us an' all, but I would very much like to see her now! And, what do you mean about my little sister being your mate?! She is sixteen years old! I will not –"

"Silence," Godric said calmly, but his voice boomed throughout the tiny room. It caused the hairs to stand up on the back of my neck. "My anger has been provoked enough. I will hurt you, if you step any closer to my Rose, is that clear?" He slung his arm protectively over my front.

Sookie gritted her teeth, but stepped down reluctantly. "If you hurt my little sister –"

"I have more reason to believe that you would hurt her," Godric stated, then sighed. "…Human, you should not have come," He said, staring emotionlessly at Sookie. But I knew better, of course. I could feel Godric's emotions, all heaped up in a big ball of anger and worry, and at the moment, he was feeling very territorial.

Suddenly, I felt Godric tense up. I heard the sound of whooshing, and faint screams from upstairs. Sookie sucked in a sharp breath. "Bill!" She exclaimed.

I felt Godric's body move slightly as he shook his head. "No," He said, his strange, mixed accent sounding through heavily, "I'm here, my child. Down here." It was then that my vision decided to return, and, in another sharp whoosh of rushed air, another vampire appeared in the doorway.

He was very tall – taller than Godric. He had dark blonde hair, which was slicked backwards, and bright blue eyes. He was wearing all black – a tough looking leather jacket, black shirt, dark pants and shoes. He sped over to me and Godric, and looked down at us. Then, he did something that totally shocked me. He kneeled.

"Godric," The vampire said, almost in awe. He lowered his head before him.

Godric stroked a reassuring hand through my hair, and said to blondie, "You're a fool for sending humans after me," He said, gesturing to Sookie and an unconscious Hugo.

"I had no other choice," Blondie said, his voice deep. "These…these savages. They seek to destroy you."

"I am aware of what they have planned," Godric sighed, tracing the bruises on my face with the pad of his thumb. "This one betrayed you," He said, inclining his head at Hugo.

"He's with the Fellowship," Sookie cut in. "They set a trap for us."

"How long has it been since you fed?" Blondie asked, completely ignoring my sister. Gosh, he was rude.

"I require very little blood anymore," Godric replied. As soon as he said this, the church's alarm bells suddenly went off, startling me. Godric put a soothing hand over my eyes, and I relaxed.

"If I may ask," Blondie said, "Who is that beaten-up girl?" I had no doubt he was talking about me, so I kept quiet, curious to what Godric would say.

Godric uncovered my eyes, and they instantly flickered up to watch blondie, who was staring at me in curiosity. " Hon är min partner Erik. Jag har äntligen hittat henne," Godric said, a hint of excitement in his voice. Okay, so I had no flipping clue just what he said, but I decided to go with the flow. "Jag älskar henne ," He finished calmly, and blondie stared down at me in pure shock.

"Hi there, blondie," I greeted him, waving weakly. Said blondie smirked, and reached a hand over to ruffle my locks.

"You would be a perfect Viking, little one," Blondie said, grinning. "You have the battle scars to prove it."

"Eric Northman!" Sookie screeched suddenly, and blondie – who was apprently called Eric – flickered his blue orbs over to her, annoyed.

"What?" He sniffed. Sookie looked pretty miffed.

"My little sister will not be a Viking, is that clear?" She demanded, and Eric raised a blonde eyebrow.

"Du sa aldrig att din partner var hennes lillasyster Godric," Eric said,pointing a thumb in Sook's direction. Godric chuckled quietly.

"Jag visste inte det förrän för några minuter sedan. Rosalie verkar däremot vara mycket lugnare," Godric said, and Eric laughed loudly.

"I would appreciate it if y'all spoke in English, please!" Sookie exclaimed in exasperation. Of course, they both just ignored her again. Poor Sookie.

"Save the human," Godric commanded Eric. "Go on."

Eric stayed put. "I am not leaving your side until –"

"I can take care of Rosalie and myself," Godric insisted. Sookie started to panic.

"No, we have to go!" She said loudly, so she could be heard over the screeching alarm bells.

Godric looked Eric dead in the eye. "Spill no blood on your way out," He ordered him. Eric looked hesitant. "Go," Godric said in a tone that left no room for argument. He nodded, and quickly left with Sookie, not before she glanced at me quickly, offering me an encouraging smile, then running upstairs after Eric.

When the both of them were gone, Godric cradled my weak body closer to him. "You will be safe with me Rosalie," He assured me, and I believed him.

I was always safe with Godric.

Swedish - English

Hon är min partner Erik. Jag har äntligen hittat henne. – She is my mate, Eric. I have finally found her.

Jag älskar henne – I love her.

Du sa aldrig att din partner var hennes lillasyster Godric. – Godric, you never told me your mate was her little sister.

Jag visste inte det förrän för några minuter sedan. Rosalie verkar däremot vara mycket lugnare - I did not know until a few minutes ago. Rosalie appears to be a lot calmer, though.

(Thanks for these awesome translations go to Veyrona!)