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A/N – This chapter has a wee bit of lime, but it depends on how you see it, really. This chapter is the longest one I've done yet, so enjoy!

Here is chapter ten! ~

As Godric gently wove his pale fingers through my dark hair, and softly touched the injuries made to my face and ribs, he sighed deeply. "Little one, I will need to give you my blood."

My whole body froze at this comment. "W-what?" I squeaked out, afraid. "Why do I need your blood?" I didn't feel like ingesting anyone's blood – it kind of sent chills down my spine. I mean, who in the right mind would willingly want to have blood? (Not including vampires, of course).

Godric sighed again, and touched the large, purple bruise that was forming steadily on the left side of my injured face. He scowled suddenly, and I felt a burst of guilt and anger from him. "Vampire blood…has good healing properties," He explained, "And I refuse to let you be in this kind of pain any longer than necessary."

I gulped, and attempted to twiddle my fingers – but Godric caught them first and played with my fingers himself, smiling slightly. He brought them up to his lips, and kissed them softly. I blushed, but then looked on in shock, when a couple drips of blood dribbled from his beautiful eyes. I swiped the offending blood away from his cheeks, and he brought his pale hands up to keep them there. "Why are you crying?" I asked, my voice breaking slightly.

Godric chuckled, and leaned into my hand, closing his eyes for a few moments. "When am I not crying, my Rose?" He asked mysteriously, and chuckled again when he saw my confused features. "You do this to me."

My bemused expression morphed into shock, then pure guilt. "I – I make you sad?" I asked, my voice quiet. "Oh, Godric. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean –"

Godric grabbed my hand and squeezed it, a look of amusement in his sparkling eyes. "No, little one," He laughed loudly. "You make me bleed tears of…happiness."

My heart jumped a little at this, and I blushed. "Ah – oh," I whispered, and averted my eyes, but Godric wouldn't stand for it. He grasped my chin, and brought my eyes back up to his.

"Do not look away from me, my little Rose," He commanded softly, and I blushed harder. "I do not ever want to see you look away from me." He brought my body close to him, and hugged me. When he settled me back into his lap, he brought his wrist out. His fangs dropped down suddenly, and my heart beat increased. Godric smiled. "Do not be afraid, little one. I'm only going to give you my blood." He brought his pale wrist up to bite, but I caught his arm before he could.

"No, Godric," I said, shaking my head. "I don't want your blood."

Godric frowned. "Rose, I told you before, I will not allow you to stand with injuries like this," He shot a murderous glance over to the dead body of Gabe. "You will take my blood," He commanded.

I shook my head again, my defiant side showing through. "I would rather heal like a normal human, Godric," I explained. "I don't want it…"

Godric sighed, and his sharp fangs retracted. "Fine, but no overexerting yourself. I will not be happy if you injure yourself further," He said sternly, and I nodded. He then leaned forward a little, and something serious sparked in his bluish-grey eyes. "However, Rose – we will have to exchange blood at some point."

My forehead creased in bewilderment. "Exchange blood…? Why?" I asked.

"You are mine now, and I will do everything and anything to protect you," Godric explained, his face serious. "Exchanging blood means I will have a blood bond with you."

I was pretty lost now. "What's a blood bond?" I asked, and Godric chuckled. He pecked me softly on the forehead, an amused grin lighting up his face, his once serious expression vanishing.

"When a human – such as yourself – drinks from a vampire, and the vampire drinks from the human, a bond is formed," He explained, and I nodded slowly. "Through this bond, the vampire can sense the human's location and emotions. I will be able to always know where you are and if you are in trouble – but I doubt I will be letting you out of my sight," He said, absentmindedly twirling a piece of my dark hair between his fingertips. "I will also be able to sense what you feeling."

I frowned at this comment. "But, Godric," I said, "I can sense your feelings all the time." When I said this, Godric froze. His eyes flickered down to me, and his hand stopped twirling my hair. He seemed to be thinking deeply about something.

"Godric?" I called, and he smiled reassuringly down at me.

"It's nothing to worry about, my Rose," He assured me. "It's just something you are able to do because of…" He said hesitantly. I raised an eyebrow.

"Because of what?" I asked, curious. Godric shook his head, and I rolled my eyes. I had a feeling he wouldn't answer that one, anyway.

"Tell me, Rose…" Godric said suddenly, and I perked up in interest. "Do you feel a certain "pull" towards me? When I am near, do you feel as if something is dragging you to me?"

My whole body went rigid in shock. "Yes," I breathed, my eyes as wide as saucers. "How did you know?"

Godric shrugged and "hmmed". "I will tell you later," He dismissed the subject, and I pouted. When I had said yes, I had felt happiness from him, and something akin to…pride. Why would he feel pride? Did Godric feel proud that I could sense his emotions? What did it all mean? This whole "blood bond" and "mate" stuff seemed deeper than I originally thought. There was more to it, and I was determined to find out what.

"We should see what's going on up there," I suggested, gesturing to the basement stairs. Godric frowned, and pulled my weak body upwards, so I was sitting in his lap. I blushed, remembering what had transpired the last time I was in that position.

"No," He said firmly, locking his strong arms around my waist. My head fell limply onto his shoulder. "You are too injured. There is a fight going on up there."

"I don't care," I whined, annoyed that I was too bloody weak to even move. "I have to go up there." Godric raised an eyebrow.

"No, you don't," He protested.

"Yes I do," I retorted back rather indignantly. He sighed, and stroked my hair.

"You may go up if you drink from me," He compromised, and my face fell. I didn't want to, really. But if I wanted to heal my injuries, I had to…Still, the thought of drinking blood…

"Do not think so much over it, little one," He said, and I heard the click of his white fangs pop down again. Godric lifted his wrist up, and sunk his sharp teeth into the flesh. I watched in fascination, as blood started to pool up around the cut. He held it out to me. "Here, drink. Before it closes up."

I swallowed nervously, and took his wrist cautiously. My eyes widened a fraction, when I felt Godric's cool hand wrap around the back of my head. "Go on," He urged, forcing my head gently towards his bloody wrist. "It will make you feel better."

My mouth latched onto his wrist, and I sucked the blood in. It flowed freely down my throat; it wasn't thick and horrible like I'd imagined it to be. It tasted like Gram's pecan pie – my taste buds tingled with the flavourings of sweet maple syrup, a hint of vanilla – and my favourite, chocolate. All in all, Godric's blood was delicious, as morbid as that sounded, and it made me feel ten times better.

I was so engrossed in drinking, that I hadn't heard the small, quiet growls Godric was making. I looked up, and reddened when I realised he was enjoying this. I stopped drinking, and sat back in his lap, wiping my mouth. "Ah – erm…it doesn't hurt when I drink your blood?" I asked casually, even though I was dying from embarrassment.

Godric smiled slyly, and reached his now healed hand over to stroke my cheek. "Quite the opposite, my dear," He sighed, "It is rather…pleasurable."

I gulped, and Godric laughed loudly. I realised a second later, than I was completely healed. My side didn't hurt anymore, and my face…I touched it cautiously with my fingertips, and smiled when I didn't feel any lumps, bumps or bruises. My face had been healed too.

"You know," Godric said suddenly, leaning forward to kiss my neck, "All I have to do now is drink a little from you – and our bond is sealed…" He finished quietly, and I shivered, when I felt his tongue sweep over the beating pulse in my neck. His fangs protruded into my soft skin, ready to pierce the flesh and drink…

"No, not…yet," I said, and pushed against his chest lightly. When I say lightly, I meant to say strongly, because he flew into the concrete wall with a resounding crack.

"Ah – oh my god!" I exclaimed, rushing over to Godric. How the hell did I push a two-thousand year old vampire away? I was a miniscule amount of his age, yet I threw him straight into the wall, like he was an old rag doll!

When I tried to run over to him, I realised that he wasn't there anymore. I stopped my running, and stared in confusion at the empty space – where he had been mere seconds ago.

I froze when I felt hot breath on my neck. "Looking for me?" A deep voice behind me asked. I spun round, and my eyes widened when I saw that it was Godric. "That was not very nice, throwing me into a wall like that. You could have just said no."

I bit my lip in guilt, and wrapped him in a hug. "I'm so sorry, Godric! I don't know what came over me! I swear I only pushed you lightly, I didn't mean to send you crashing into the wall! I –" A finger was held to my babbling mouth, and I looked up to see Godric, an amused smile on his handsome face.

"I am not mad, little one," He assured me. "It was rather… funny, in fact."

"B-but, I threw you into a wall! How are you not –?"

He cut me off again. "You have had my blood. When a human drinks a vampire's blood, they gain more strength, among other things," He said. "Don't worry, it is temporary. However, I am very old and powerful – and my blood is too. You will find yourself a lot stronger than most vampires for a short while. You could perhaps take on my child and win in this state…" He mused the last sentence, seemingly deep in concentrated thought.

"Okay, then," I said, sighing. "Sorry again…for, uhm… throwing you like that…" I shifted anxiously, and felt Godric put a comforting hand on my head.

He chuckled softly. "You wanted to go upstairs, did you not, my Rose?" He asked, and I nodded eagerly. "Then up go. I will meet you later – I must take care of the traitor and the dead one…" Godric almost snarled when he glanced at Gabe's body.

I blushed, feeling slightly nervous for what I was about to do. I stood on my tiptoes, and kissed him on the lips, hard. I honestly had no idea where I got that courage from – I must have been feeling brave from the vampire blood.

However, I hadn't expected Godric to snake his muscled arms around my waist, and kiss me back, just as hard. I felt his emotions slam into me like a brick wall; causing me to lessen the force I had on his mouth – and giving him the power over the passionate kiss. I could feel strong waves of lust, a hint of hunger, and a massive amount of pure love from him – as cheesy as that sounded.

It was overwhelming, and any more of these raw emotions would surely make my head explode. I pulled my mouth away from his, but Godric didn't stop there. His lips pressed against my jaw, then travelled down towards my neck, where he nibbled and sucked on the soft flesh.

I gasped loudly in pleasure, and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself if we continued. I had to get upstairs, and see if Sookie was alright. I needed to know if they had found Jason! I hoped to god Gabe hadn't done anything too bad to my big brother.

I gently pushed my fingertips against Godric's solid chest, opting not to use my hands – I'd thrown him into a wall when I'd tried that, after all. I'd expected him to comply, and let me go – but, this time, he didn't. Godric tightened his hold around me, almost to the point where it was uncomfortable, and chewed more forcibly on my neck. He growled in protest when I tried to push him away, again.

"Why are you always stopping me when we get too far?" Godric growled, sucking dangerously near my pulse point. "What is keeping you back? Are you afraid at what your brother or sister would think?" He asked demandingly. His pale hands slid up the back of my blue tank top, and alarm bells started ringing in my head. I felt like giving myself a good slap when I moaned. Damn! Why couldn't I control my urges?

I was breathing heavily, watching him smirk as I felt his hands hover over my bra strap, his pale fingers playing teasingly with the hooks. "See? You like it, yet you always choose to stop me," He stated. Godric's finger latched under one hook, and let it slip free. His lips were on my heated mouth again, his tongue now having an inner battle for dominance.

"Let me tell you, Rose," He said, and I noticed his fangs had dropped down again. "If you think your family can stop me from taking you, well, they are very wrong." Another hook was unlatched, and by now, I was panting heavily.

His lips were on my neck again, but this time, he was biting harsher, more forcibly. Godric's fangs didn't help the situation, either. They made the chewing and sucking more effective, and my gasps of pleasure and moans definitely wouldn't help stop him now.

"They are wrong, because…" He sucked and nibbled some more, "You are mine, and you belong to me, and me only. Nobody else deserves you more than I – not even your family," He whispered, and his fingers moved to unlatch the last hook.

This had to stop, now. It was getting too far. "Godric," I breathed, panting. "Stop now, it's gone too far."

His hands didn't remove themselves from playing with my bra strap. He just continued to play with it, tempting me to go farther with him. Godric pushed himself into me, and growled into my ear. "I told you, my mate. I will take you when I want," He said. "And you want it to. I can feel your heart beating very fast – you need me. I know you do." Godric moved his finger dangerously close to the last hook. I bit my lip, trying to reign in the batch of groans that wanted to spill out between my lips.

"I can't do it," I told him weakly, and Godric's chest rumbled angrily in response.

"Why?" He asked, and his finger hooked under the strap. I started to panic.

"Because…" I faltered hesitantly. "I'm only sixteen! I'm not old enough to go far with you…" I looked down in shame at my feet. I felt Godric's fingers latch the hooks back together, and his pale hands slid out. He grasped my chin, and forced me to look him the eyes.

"In vampire law, these kinds of restrictions don't exist," Godric said. I frowned.

"I'm a human – therefore human law applies to me," I replied. The edge of Godric's mouth twitched into a half smile.

"Perhaps," He whispered, "But I cannot say that you will be a human for much longer, my Rose." Before I could demand to ask what he meant by that, he had already disappeared in a flash. I looked over, and saw that Gabe's dead body, and Hugo's unconscious form had gone as well.

I sighed deeply, my shoulders slumping. To say I felt guilty was an understatement. But, why should I? I wasn't ready for…that, and besides, I wasn't even old enough. I was only sixteen, for heaven's sake! But Godric…what did he mean that I wouldn't be human for much longer?

Thinking over what he had said sent chills down my spine. I shook my head of the invading thoughts, and decided to run upstairs. It was time to find out just what the hell was going on up there.

I approached the big room, with the massive, brown doors. It didn't take a genius to know that all the commotion was happening in there. On my way here, I'd found some of the L.O.D.I men knocked out cold, near the door.

I pushed open the heavy doors, and was instantly greeted by the backs of different people. I noticed that some had silver chains wound around their necks. I was curious to know what they were all watching, so I pushed through the crowd. Fortunately, these idiots didn't pay much attention to a teenage girl – they were too engrossed on what was in front of them.

And what was in front of them was not nice. It sent boiling bursts of hot anger to erupt like a volcano in the pit of my stomach. Eric the blondie was strapped to a table, silver chains keeping him down. It reminded me of the kind of sacrificial tables that people in ancient times used to sacrifice people or animals with. It sickened me, beyond belief.

"…A few ounces of silver can betray a child of Satan to the world!" Someone shouted from behind the table, and I scowled when I saw who it was. Steve Newlin.

"That doesn't even make any sense!" A familiar honey-like voice cried, and I looked over to see Sookie held by her arms by one of Newlin's men, struggling to break free. "How can you people listen to him?!" She exclaimed in exasperation.

"I – I offer myself. In exchange for Godric's freedom," Eric's weak voice croaked out. I felt my heart droop in sorrow. How could Steve do this? If anything, he was more of a monster than the vampires. "…And the girl's…as well…" He finished, and I knew that he meant Sookie.

"That's noble," Steve sneered, nodding his head. "But she's just as culpable as you are. She's a traitor to her race – the human race! She hardly deserves mercy," He strided around the table, and leant over to grin sadistically in Eric's face. "Maybe I should tie her to you, so you can meet the sun together. This marshmallow would roast up nicely." I felt my uncontrollable rage shake, ready to burst and flow free. How dare he speak to my big sister like that!

Sookie struggled, and tried to get free, but to no avail. Suddenly, though, there was the sound of whooshing, and screams. The big doors flew open, and someone flashed in, shouting, "Sookie!"

A relieved smile made its way to my weary face. Bill! Thank goodness he was here, I was afraid –

"One more step, vampire, and the girl dies," Steve yelled, whipping out a silver pistol, and pointing it at Sookie's head. My relief flooded away, and my anger was back.

"If you shoot her, everyone here will die!" Bill threatened, his fangs poking out menacingly. Steve faltered a bit. "…Let her go. Now," Bill commanded.

Steve sighed, shaking his head at Sookie. "Honestly! What do they see in you?" He asked rhetorically. "Soldiers, some silver chains for our friend here," He ordered, inclining his head at a furious Bill.

"Don't! He's done nothing to you!" Sookie yelled angrily, struggling.

"Sookie, I will be fine," Bill assured her, holding his hand out.

Suddenly, somebody shouted from up in the rafters, and a paintball gun was fired at Newlin's hand, causing him to drop the pistol. "Ah!" He shouted in pain, holding his assaulted hand.

"Let her go, fuckwad!" Jason yelled loudly, and I looked up to see him holding a…paintball gun. A grin threatened to stretch across my face. He was alright! I had the urge to laugh, and to knock him silly. A paintball gun….it was just so…Jason. He fired the gun again, and the paint hit him the forehead this time. I looked up to see Jason being restrained by some of Newlin's men.

"Ahh – oww!" Steve screamed, as Bill flashed forward, knocking everyone away and clinging to Sookie protectively. It was then that Sookie and Bill finally noticed me.

"Rose!" Sookie gasped. She beckoned her hand. "Come here! It's not safe near there. That man is dangerous!"

I rolled my eyes. "Sook, I am capable of handling myself," I laughed lightly.

"Sookie is right," Bill said to me seriously, his southern twang sounding out. "It's not safe. I will protect you – come here."

I shook my head, and ran over to Eric instead, passing a screaming Steve, who said rather rudely, "Son of a bitch!" I rolled my eyes again. And I thought he was a Christian…

"Rosalie!" Bill and Sook shouted at me, but I ignored them. I ran over to Eric's table, and quickly unwrapped the silver chains, which were burning his pale skin. Eric shot me a grateful look.

"Thank you, little one," He said, and ruffled my hair gratefully. Then, he scowled, glaring over at Newlin. In a burst of vampire speed, he had Steve in a chokehold on the floor, his fangs bared.

"Eric! Do not kill him!" Sookie warned.

"Kill him! Kill the motherfucker!" Jason yelled from above.

"Jason Stackhouse!" Sookie screeched. "What have I told you about swearing in front of our little sister?!"

I groaned. Jeez, Sook was nice n' all, but sometimes she could be just plain embarrassing.

"…Go on," Steve breathed. "Martyr us. Martyr us before God! We are willing to die!"

As he said this, there were more fast whooshes of air from outside. Everyone stared in curiosity or fear at the big doors, and Bill clung to Sookie more tightly. I grinned a little – it reminded me of Godric, and how he would hug me so protectively.

The brown doors burst open, and a group of vampires swaggered in. One vampire with a cowboy hat and boots spoke. "Steve Newlin. You have pushed us too far," He said, and the group surrounded the top of the room. "You expect us to sit on our thumbs, while you round up your men to come to lynch us? We'll kill you first," He warned, and everyone grew silent. He grinned, then said, "Same way we did to your father."

"Oh god, no," Sookie breathed in horror.

"Murderer!" Newlin screamed, struggling in Eric's chokehold.

The cowboy vampire snarled. "Destroy them," He commanded menacingly. "All of 'em." His fangs popped down, and chaos broke out.

The group flashed away. I heard screams of terror, and I closed my eyes. I opened them a second later, to find that everyone had their heads held back, fangs pointing dangerously at their necks. Well, everyone except me, Sookie, Bill, Eric, Jason and Steve.

"Sookie, Rose, let's go, now," Bill yelled, grabbing my arm. I continued to watch, though, as the vampires were about to sink their fangs into the humans.

A soft, yet commanding voice stopped them, though. It leaked importance and authority, and it boomed through the hall like a loudspeaker. "Enough," Someone said, and I looked up at the window ledge in curiosity.

My face broke out into a happy and relieved grin, though, when I saw it was Godric. Godric noticed me instantly, and I saw him smile at me slightly. "You came for me, I assume?" He asked the vampires in the room, who were dangerously close to biting and sucking the life out of the helpless humans.

Godric's bluish-grey eyes flickered over to the cowboy vampire, who looked like he really wanted to sink his fangs into the poor guy he was holding. "Underling?" Godric called to the cowboy vampire, waiting for his answer.

Said cowboy vampire groaned in disappointment. "Yes, sheriff," He answered. Realisation struck me like a chord. These vampires must have been the Dallas vampires – Godric's "nest", as Sookie put it. They had to listen to Godric, because he was their superior – their sheriff.

"These people have not harmed me," Godric said truthfully. "You see, we can coexist. Mr Newlin?" Godric called to the paintballed- reverend. "I do not wish to create bloodshed when none was called for." The cowboy vampire growled lowly in annoyance.

"Help me set an example," Godric asked, his mixed accent sounding through, "If we leave you in peace, will you do the same?" He looked hard at Steve, who was sitting on his ass, looking like an idiot.

"I will not negotiate with sub-humans," Steve spat out. He moved to kneel before Eric, who was towering above him, a scowl on his perfect face. He adjusted his tie a little, and hissed out, "Kill me. Do it – Jesus will protect me." Eric looked down at him like he was a complete douche.

"I am actually older than your Jesus," Godric pointed out suddenly, and I snorted in laughter. Godric subtly winked at me. "I wish I could have known him – but I missed it." He flashed away, and appeared behind Steve a millisecond later to grab him behind the neck.

"Good people," Godric's deep voice rang out through the large hall, "Who of you is willing to die for this man's madness?"

Everyone was silent, some with panic-stricken faces, others with just plain terrified ones. They exchanged glances, nobody uttering a word.

"That is what I thought," Godric said, "Stand down everyone." The cowboy vampire huffed, and reluctantly let go of his almost-meal.

"People," Godric called, "Go home. It's over now." The humans started to shuffle away, not wanting to stay in the room for any longer than necessary.

"Oh, thank god, Bill," Sookie breathed into Bill's chest.

"It's alright," Bill assured her. "You're safe now," He hugged her body close to him, and my heart warmed just looking at them. Such a cute couple. Sure, a little melodramatic, but cute, just the same.

Everyone kept filing out the large doors, and that was when I noticed Luke standing there, looking rather lost. His emerald green eyes locked onto mine, as Steve cried out helplessly, "Please, don't leave me." But all his so-called "faithful" followers left.

Godric slammed Newlin onto the tiled ground, and he grunted in pain. "I daresay my faith in human kind is stronger than yours," Godric hissed lowly. My eyes were still locked with Luke's, and I watched as he slowly backed away, towards the doors. I sighed in relief – at least he wasn't staying with Steve. Luke may have been a jerk, but he was good guy. I wanted what was best for him – and this place certainly wasn't. I smirked as I saw Newlin crawl on his hands and knees. I hoped that bastard had learnt a valuable lesson.

"Come," Godric commanded to the vampires who were left. He walked straight towards me, first, though. However, before he could reach me, the cowboy vampire stepped out in front of me. Godric growled under his breath, slightly annoyed for being held back to see me.

"Sir," The cowboy vampire sighed in disbelief. "After what these humans have done to you –"

"I said come," Godric warned calmly, ending the subject sharply. The cowboy man's eyes hardened in irritation, but reluctantly stepped aside, to let his sheriff through. Godric strided over to me, and surprised me greatly when he wrapped me in a hug. Obviously, the people around us were a little shocked – minus Eric, who was grinning for ear-to-ear as he watched his maker hug me.

"Are you alright, my Rose?" Godric whispered in my ear, his lips gently brushing across it. I giggled quietly.

"I'm fine, Godric," I assured him, but he didn't look so sure. Suddenly, Steve stood up, and swaggered over to me.

He pointed at me, and sneered viciously. "See! You are a whore of Satan!" He barked out, and moved closer to me. Godric's arms tightened like steel around me, and his whole body tensed up. "You can't keep your tainted hands off them, can you, Rosalie?" Steve snorted, and I flinched, slightly hurt by his words.

Godric, seeing the pain flash across my face, snarled deeply. "I would advise you not to speak to my mate that way, Mr Newlin," He said, his face calm, but I could feel the anger broiling inside of him. "Or it will not just be me who decides to end your life."

I looked over to see Eric, who had his fangs bared at Newlin. He flashed over to Steve, and loomed in his face. The reverend took a couple frightened steps backwards. "Have you no respect?" Eric the blondie hissed. "That is my maker and his mate you are insulting." There were a couple of gasps around the room when Eric said this.

"Sookie's little sister is Godric's mate?" Bill breathed, and Sookie looked up at Bill with confusion.

"What's a mate, Bill?" Sookie asked, a little worried. "Is it like what we have? A relationship?"

Eric spoke up, smirking. "Yes, but the bond is much, much stronger," He said, and I nodded slightly. I knew that, of course. I could feel Godric's emotions, for heaven's sake. "But you see, the special thing about mates, is that they are destined to be together. Rosalie was always meant to be with Godric – her soul was connected to his before they even met," Eric said, and his eyes softened when he looked at me. Sookie was a little shocked, and slightly bewildered, as was Bill. Godric just had his arms around me, his head in the nape of my neck, and I could see his proud smile in the corner of my eye.

Jason looked a little ruffled. "Hey, Godric!" He yelled menacingly. Eric and the Dallas vampires hissed at him, not liking how he was addressing their sheriff. Godric merely lifted his head from my neck, and raised an eyebrow. "You need my consent to go out with my little sister, and I say a big no!" He shook a fist, and I rolled my eyes. Typical over-protective asshead.

The vampires glared angrily at Jason, and I cringed inwardly. Jase was asking for his death right here. Godric had stood up to his full height, and pulled me to his side tightly. "I do not need your consent, Mr Stackhouse," Godric declared. "She is more mine than she was ever yours."

Jason shouted in outrage, and tried to stomp over to give Godric a piece of his mind, and take me away – but Steve got there first. I felt the cool metal of a gun pushed to the right side of my head, and I looked to the side in disbelief.

"Ha! Filthy whore of a demon!" Newlin spat, his eyes crazed. "You are a disgrace to our race, more so than your fangbangin' sister over there!" He yelled, and his finger moved towards the gun's trigger.

"Rose!" Sookie and Jason screamed.

Godric's entire demeanour changed. His fangs dropped down, and his eyes turned a deep black. "Do not," He hissed scarily, "Threaten my Rose, Mr Newlin."

"Move, and the girl dies, right here!" Steve laughed crazily. Godric's head snapped to his side, and his dark eyes bore into Steve's. Newlin grinned sadistically. "Actually, I think I'll kill her anyway. One less fangbanger on this earth is one more step to a God-worthy planet."

There were deep growls and hisses from around the room, and suddenly, all the Dallas vampires had flashed in front of me, standing protectively. The cowboy vampire had snatched the weapon from Steve's hand, and it was thrown high in the air – where one of the vampires caught it with ease.

"Mr Newlin," The cowboy vampire hissed. "You threaten the life of our sheriff's mate, therefore you threaten our sheriff. We won't tolerate that kind of behaviour," He said, licking his lips as he stared hungrily at Steve's neck.

I gulped, and looked over to Godric. His eyes had turned back to their normal bluish-grey, but he was frowning at Steve. I took his pale hand and squeezed reassuringly. "Hey, don't worry," I assured him. Godric smiled a little, and squeezed my hand back.

"I will never stop worrying, little one," He whispered, and I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. Soon, the Dallas vampires all left to go back to the nest. Eric stepped up to Sookie, and asked her if she was alright, but Bill just snarled in his face, and told him to follow his maker. I smirked – typical, overprotective Bill Compton, that was for sure. I waited for Sook and Bill as they hugged each other a bit more, tapping my feet impatiently.

Godric tugged at my arm, however, catching my attention. "Little one, leave them. Come to the nest with Eric and I," He said, and I nodded. I walked down the almost deserted aisle with Godric to my left, and Eric to my right.

I heard the sound of a loud punch, followed by the word "motherfucker," and I laughed loudly – not needing to turn around to know my big brother had just punched Reverend Steve Newlin.