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A/N- I had a little bit of writer's block in this chapter, but I finished it as best I could. It might not be my best chapter, but let me know what you think:)

The sound of the bomb rung loudly though my ears, even after the dust had settled. I should have been dead – I know I should have, but I wasn't. If I was dead, why could I still hear the tortured screams of agony around me, why could I still hear the sound of car alarms, and dogs barking?

I could still remember all of it, clear as day. The sudden, bright flash of lights, and an explosion so fierce that it sent me flying. The sound of the glass windows smashing and bursting – it was all implanted in my brain. I could remember the look of horror I'd seen on Sookie's face, a millisecond before it had exploded. I could remember the angry expression on Eric's face as he glared at Luke. But the thing that scared me most – the thing that I would never, ever forget, was the look of desperate love in Godric's beautiful, bluish-grey eyes.

Yet, here I was, barely alive. And so, I let my eyes flutter open to utter chaos. Survivors milled about, some crying for their lost ones, others looking lost and dazed, perhaps traumatized. Debris and dust floated in the thick air, and pieces of brick and glass was littered around me. I wasn't in the nest anymore – I was lying on the smooth, concrete road, just outside it. The blast must have been pretty strong, if I was sent all the way over here.

I was lying sprawled at an awkward angle. I think I had broken several of my bones, mostly in my legs and arms. My body was covered in deep, bloody cuts and bruises. Everytime I tried to swallow fluid down my parched throat, I tasted a coppery liquid – blood. It trickled out of my mouth and down my lips, where I watched it slowly drip off my chin. It almost melodic, as I watched the continuous drips dribble down my face.

I wasn't in pain – I couldn't feel anything. I was numb. The only reason how I knew my legs and arms were broken, was because I couldn't physically move them. The bones holding it all together had splintered and snapped, leaving my limbs immobile.

I couldn't go anywhere, or move my body – but from the corner of my eye, I saw Godric's nest had been completely obliterated. It was just a pile of hanging bricks, cement, and rubble. There was scarlet blood splattered on the walls and on the floor, and I sucked in a sharp breath. It reminded me too much of Gram's death.

I looked away, and opted instead for staring up at the night sky. It was stunning out tonight: the sky was a cloudless, clear, midnight blue. The stars were twinkling bright lights, hanging peacefully up in the heavens. They scattered across the sky, looking majestic and beautiful in the darkness.

As a kid, I used to reach my hand up, and pretend I could touch them – the stars. I would giggle, and say to Sookie as we night-watched, that they felt like warm bulbs of light. Sookie would laugh, and ask me how I knew what light felt like. "Warm," I'd always reply to her. "I know because light feels warm."

As I stared up at the dark sky, rain started to fall. I thought it a little odd – there were no clouds in the sky tonight. So how could it possibly rain? Unless my muddled mind was imagining the fat, warm drops.

Then it occurred to me: rain wasn't warm. It was cold, freezing. And rain was a clear colour, not a scarlet colour. The rain was red – the sky was crying blood. Perhaps I had gone mad. Maybe the explosion had knocked a few of my brains cells, permanently damaging the way I saw life now. Would I hallucinate for the rest of my life? Would the sky pour blood everytime it rained, now?

I looked to my left, and saw a pair of black shoes, near my face. Suddenly, the shoes disappeared, and my line of vision was filled with a pair of brown-clothed knees. I felt the warm drops drip onto my cheek faster, more hurriedly. I looked up again, and my heart almost jumped out of my chest in shock. A pale face stared down at me, and tears of blood were dropping down from it onto my face.

I felt a little silly then. It wasn't the sky crying blood, it was a person. Somebody was kneeling over my broken body, sobbing. As this person cried, another pair of shoes filled my vision – this time, a pair of pricey, expensive black leather shoes. Soon, more pairs of feet were surrounded all around me, and I could hear people's voices, but couldn't quite catch what they were saying. The ringing was still loud in my eardrums. I could, however, hear the distinct, heartfelt sobs of the person kneeling right beside me. For some reason, it made my heart swell up in sorrow.

When the continuous ringing in my ears stopped, I heard what they were saying, and the voices were very familiar to me.

"Why isn't my blood healing her?" A deep voice asked brokenly – the person kneeling beside me. It sounded like Godric. "She should be healing now. My Rose should be up and in my arms now. She should not be lying there like that. My child, why is she lying there like that?" Godric babbled on, almost in hysterics. I was sure my whole left cheek was coated in bloody tears now.

Another deeper voice answered, sounding like Eric's. "I do not know. Maybe the blood is already out of her system," Eric said, and he sounded a little broken, too.

"Bill, can't you do something?" A honey-sweet voice cried – my sister. "She's layin' there dying!"

"We need to get her to the hospital," A soft, yet male voice suggested, sounding like my brother's. "I'm not allowing my little sister to drink blood, it's disgusting and –"

Jason was cut off, as Godric roared, "Why isn't my Rose healing?!" His fist smashed dangerously near my head, making a rather large dent in the once smooth concrete.

"Godric, calm down," Eric sighed deeply. "You need to give her more blood."

"But if I give her anymore that I already have, I will need to drink some of Rose's," Godric pointed out, and I felt his hand softly caress my cheek. "Although, I do not mind. I will finally have a bond with my Rose if I do."

"But why do you need to drink her blood?" Jason asked demandingly. "Can't you just give her yours, and be done with it?" He seemed reluctant to allow Godric to drink from me.

"It's simple," Eric said deeply, "The amount of blood needed to heal her will probably be a lot. Godric will need a little human blood to keep the vampire blood "topped up" – so to speak."

"No way!" Jason yelled in disapproval. "I'm taking my sister to the hospital! She's not some fucking blood bag!" He attempted to pick me up in his arms, but suddenly, there was a deep, feral snarl, and he was blown backwards.

"Do not touch her," Godric growled, standing over me protectively. Eric was by Godric's side, his fangs drawn. He looked ready to pounce at whoever tried to get to me.

"Eric, Godric," Sookie said pleadingly, trying to step up to get to me, but the both of them snarled at her to stay away. Bill brought her backwards.

"Don't, Sookie," Bill warned. "When vampires become protective over something – especially a vampire's mate who is vulnerable – it is best not to interfere."

"But she needs to get to hospital! Rose will die if we don't!" Sookie screamed. She looked with teary eyes up at a snarling Eric. "Eric, please. You have to let us take Rosalie to the hospital…"

"She needs blood," Eric demanded. "A petty human hospital won't save her."

I decided it was time to make myself known in this argument. I spat out a glob of blood, and cleared my parched throat. "…Godric…" I croaked out. I knew that there was no way Sookie or Jason heard that, but Bill, Eric and Godric probably did. Godric's threatening stance lessened a little, and his handsome, blood-streaked face turned to look at my weary one.

Godric was sitting beside me in a flash, and his strong arms lifted me upwards, onto his lap. By now, my eyes were wide open, but I still couldn't feel, or move my body. Godric's soft hand gently wove through my long hair, and his grip around my limp body was tight, as if he was afraid I would slip away. "Rosalie?" He whispered quietly, and grabbed my face in his hands.

I gave him a weak smile. "I can't feel anything, Godric," I whispered back. Eric stiffened, hearing my words. He flashed over beside us, a grim frown on his pale face.

"You're awake…" Eric stated. "And you can't feel anything?"

I couldn't shake my head, so I just blinked. "Yes," I agreed. "My whole body is numb, and the bones in my legs and arms are broken," I finished tiredly, surprised that I wasn't freaking out at all of this. My eyes drooped – I was exhausted.

"You need to give her your blood," Eric said hurriedly to Godric. I heard some shouts and yells from close by, probably my brother and sister, wanting to know what the hell was going on.

"G-Godric," I breathed out, letting my limp head fall, and my forehead crash onto his. He steadied it, and stared straight into my eyes. "…I'm really tired. I'm just…I'm just gonna take a nap…"

"No!" Eric roared angrily. "You need to stay awake!"

Godric's pale hands around my head tightened painfully. My heart clenched when he started to sob again. I'd never seen Godric cry so hard before. Sure, he'd cried – leaked tears of blood, as well – but he hadn't actually wailed and sobbed like this before. It was frightening, and a little saddening, too. It upset me to see him so sad.

Godric mushed his lips against my forehead, planting a hard kiss. His bloody tears streamed in thin rivulets down his face, and streaked into my dark hair. "Rose, my beauty…you need to stay awake," He breathed out between whimpers. "P-please. For me? Just for me."

"Godric, she'll die of blood loss," Eric hissed. "She needs blood. Now."

Godric's fangs dropped down immediately, and he ripped at his arm. The blood spurted up violently, and pooled around his wrist. He held the bloody limb to my mouth, his other arm steadying my head, which threatened to loll about. "You need to drink now, my Rose," He insisted, his voice stronger. You could still tell he'd been crying though, because the red tears had dried and hardened on his face.

"Rose!" Jason yelled. Sookie was being held back by Bill, a desperate look on her tanned face. Jase tried to get closer to me, but Eric growled menacingly. "Let me see my little sister, dammit!" He demanded, swinging a punch at Eric as he appeared in front of him. However, the tall Viking caught his fist, and he glared straight into Jase's blue eyes.

"Sit over there, and be a good boy," Eric hissed. "Do you understand? My maker is giving her blood. He is trying to save Rose's life. Do you not want your sister to live?"

Jason gritted her teeth. "Yes…but –"

"Good. Now, go away," Eric cut him off, and pushed him forwards. Of course, Jason went flying again. He crashed into a tree with an "oomph", and slumped forwards.

Sookie screamed. "Eric, you did not need to do that!" She ran over to Jason, Bill reluctantly releasing his hold on her.

"He was annoying me," Eric grunted. "Rosalie is the only one in your family who doesn't. I suggest that you stay away too." He flashed away, to crouch beside me again, as Godric coaxed me to drink.

My mouth latched onto the wound, and I took small, reluctant sips. Godric stroked my hair gently. "You need to drink more, little one," He encouraged me. I drunk bigger gulps, enjoying the tingling sensation it left on my taste buds, and the amazing flavour.

My cuts and bruises slowly started to fade away, almost sinking back into my skin – as if they had never been there. My bones clicked and moved, fitting back together like jigsaw pieces. I felt the feeling, and the strength, return to my arms and legs. The colour also returned to my pale face.

I forced myself to stop drinking, and moved my head away, wiping my mouth. Godric smiled, and I felt his relief wash over me. He played with a strand of my blood-soaked hair, and moved forwards to kiss me. The kiss wasn't hard and heated; it was soft and loving, full of passion. He was showing me how much he loved me, how much he had been afraid for me, just through a simple kiss.

Somebody cleared their throat from next to us. "Godric. You need blood now," Eric sighed, and I turned to see him smiling at our exchange.

There was a whoosh of air, and suddenly, Bill was next to us. "You could have a Tru Blood, sheriff," Bill suggested. "That would work just as well."

Godric shook his head, still staring into my eyes, stroking my bloody cheek lovingly. "I want my Rosalie's blood," He said.

"Sheriff, with all due respect, I don't think –"

"Bill," I cut him off, speaking for the first time since I'd been healed. My voice flowed smoothly. "Godric can have my blood. I don't mind."

Bill looked hesitant, but he nodded. "I'll go tell Sookie," He flashed away.

Godric turned his head to Eric. "My child, go and make sure everyone is getting to Hotel Carmilla safely," He ordered. "I do not know if Newlin's men will come back or not. And, take those two as well," He said, gesturing to Sookie and Jason. Eric nodded, and I watched him pick up an unconscious Jason – which I raised an eyebrow at – and Bill followed them, Sookie close by his side. She looked over at me, and smiled brightly, her blue eyes sparkling with relief. I was about to smile right back, until I felt two hands turn my head. Godric met my eyes, and I noticed that his fangs were already out.

His eyes wandered to my neck, and back up to my dark eyes again. I smiled. "It's alright, Godric. I don't mind anymore," I reassured him. "You can drink. Go on – just don't drink me dry," I grinned jokingly.

Godric's mouth twitched into a small smile. He looked controlled, but I could tell he was forcing himself not to latch onto my neck hungrily. He moved closer, slowly. "I will only take a little, my Rose," He breathed.

"Will it hurt?" I asked, swallowing. Godric looked a little dazed as he kissed my neck, feathering over the soft skin.

"Maybe…a little," He sighed quietly, inhaling my scent. His hand wove up to steady the back of my head. He forced my head forwards, so my neck pressed firmly onto his lips. He continued to kiss up and down it, seemingly stalling. "…But I will be gentle, my Rose. I promise," He breathed.

I didn't have time to brace myself, as he sunk his sharp fangs into my jugular vein instantly. It stung a little, and I whimpered in pain. But, it stopped hurting when he started to drink. He took small sips, only wanting enough to sustain. I knew he'd top it up even more with Tru Blood later, anyway.

His hold around me tightened, as he sucked at my neck, almost gently. He brought me closer to his chest I could hear him taking small, hungry gulps. I couldn't stop the tiny moan that left my lips. I guess it wasn't so bad after all. Was this how Sookie felt, when Bill drunk from her? It wasn't painful…it was almost nice. This must have been how Godric felt when I took his blood at the church.

I pushed him away a minute or so later and he growled, clinging to my neck. "Just a little more," He demanded. "Your blood is so delicious." He sucked from me again, this time with more force. I groaned into his hair, shifting in his lap.

"Stop, now," I moaned, sounding like I didn't want him to stop. "Godric. You've had enough." When he didn't stop, I decided to take action. I remembered back in the nest – when that crazy-vampire lady had tried to rip my neck open, I'd used that weird power. The one where I put my fingertips to her forehead, and pushed her backwards. Maybe…would this work on Godric, if I tried?

I didn't want to hurt him, but he would lose control and drink me dry if I wasn't forceful. I lifted my hand cautiously, and put all five of my fingertips on his chest. I gathered as much force as I could in my mind, and yelled the word "push" mentally.

Nothing happened.

Godric's lips were still latched to my neck, sucking like a leech. Perhaps I'd put too much force behind it? I tried again, this time with less force. Still, I ended up with the same results. What was I doing wrong? I had to think of something quick, because black spots were starting to dance around in my vision.

"Godric!" I cried, panic starting to rise in me. I bonked him on the head several times, but that didn't work either. His grip around my waist steeled tighter, like a snake wrapping around its victims. "Godric, please, you've had enough."

I thought back to the vampire-lady. Maybe the only reason why this power had had any effect on her, was because she'd been about to kill me? Godric wasn't intentionally trying to kill me – he was just a very, very hungry vampire. Maybe that was why it wasn't having any effect on him. Because I didn't feel as if I was in any immediate danger.

I forced myself to feel panic. I needed to feel like I was in danger – because I was. Godric wouldn't stop drinking until I was nothing but a shrivelled up shell. So I let the fear and the dread wash over me like a cold blanket. My alarm must have been pretty strong, because Godric stopped for a few moments in his drinking – before grunting, and continuing his sucking.

Now I was scared, truly. And it wasn't because I'd forced myself to feel it. Godric really was losing control this time.

I pushed all five of the tips of my fingers to his chest, and concentrated so hard, I was sure my brain would burst. I wasn't really surprised when a purple light started to shimmer around my hand – I'd expected it, somehow. This had happened last time.

I shouted out loud as I screamed the word in my head. There was a tremendous bang, and a sound like a gun going off rang in my ears. Godric flew backwards, and slammed into a wall off the concrete road. When I looked down at my hand, I saw a thin, purple light coating the tips of my fingers. I touched it – and it felt hot. I was surprised it wasn't burning my fingers.

I frowned, realising I had a lot to ask Sookie. Had this ever happened to her, when she'd used her telepath abilities? Strange mind abilities and weird powers seemed to run in the Stackhouse family – and I was curious to know why. I nodded to myself firmly. When I saw my big sister again, I would demand to know what she knew.

My fingers reached up to tenderly feel the bite marks. I could feel two, small gaping holes. I wasn't surprised; however, when I felt the holes disappear, leaving my neck mark-free. I had had some more of Godric's blood, after all. I was bound to heal ridiculously fast.

Speaking of Godric: was he alright? I hoped I hadn't hurt him too badly. I'm sure he'd understand though – if I hadn't done what I did, I'd be lying on the road drained dry and dead. Not my ideal way to spend the rest of the evening, obviously.

Suddenly, there was a whoosh of air, and Godric's face appeared in front of mine. I stumbled backwards in fright, but his arms caught my waist before I fell. He brought me upwards, and squished my against his chest, his hand stroking my hair.

"I'm so very sorry, my Rose," Godric apologized, hugging me. "I admit that I lost control there. But your blood is amazing – it is like you ordering gourmet food at a human restaurant."

I laughed into his chest, and I felt Godric's surprise. "You are not mad? No, you're not, are you? I can feel all your emotions now."

I giggled again. "It doesn't matter, Godric," I said dismissively. "I stopped it, and that's all that matters."

"How did you stop it, Rose?" He asked, curious. "You pushed me backwards, like you did in the Fellowship's basement – but this time it felt different. You did not use the vampire strength, did you? It was something else."

I gulped. "Yeah, I know," I sighed, shifting nervously. Godric could probably feel my nerves, so I had nothing to hide. "It was something else. I don't know what it was exactly, but it's kind of similar to my sister's telepath abilities. I used my mind for it to work, after all."

Godric nodded. "I see. I'm glad you are not keeping this from me," He said. "I could feel you considering it." I laughed nervously at this, and looked away. He chuckled, and moved my head so I was facing him again.

Godric bent down to kiss me roughly, and his arms wound under my arms, so he could lift me up to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, still kissing him. After a while, though, I removed my lips from his, trying to catch my breath. Godric leant his forehead against mine. "If you were like me, Rosalie, you wouldn't need to pull back to breathe."

I shivered when he said that, feeling slightly creeped out. Godric, feeling my emotion, pressed his lips to my jaw, trying to calm me. His thumbs circled on my bare shoulders, and his lips moved to my mouth again. "I cannot have you slip away from me," He said sternly. "I will have to change you one day, my Rose. You are my mate, forever. I must take away your mortality –"

"Okay, okay," I sighed against his lips, cutting him off. He smiled.

"Good," Godric said, his lips finding mine. I moved my head away, but he continued planting kisses down my jaw and neck.

"But, Godric," I said hesitantly, "I don't want to be a…vampire so soon. I mean, I'm gonna miss the sun, and eating Gram's pecan pie."

Godric let out a deep, rumbling laugh against my shoulder, where his lips were currently at. "My beautiful Rose…blood tastes of that and more," He whispered. "And you will be free. No more human rules. You can live with me for eternity, and nothing will stop us. Age will not bother you anymore."

I was ashamed to say I was considering it. I wouldn't have to follow human laws anymore. I could become incredibly powerful – I'd have superhuman strength, and I'd be very fast. I wouldn't have to worry about making myself look good, because as a vampire, I'd be flawlessly beautiful. And I wouldn't have the boring life in Bon Temps I'd always had. I would travel the world, with Godric by my side. It'd be an eternal adventure.

But if I did become a vampire, so I could finally be with Godric, and nothing to stop us, I wouldn't be the same, ever again. I wouldn't feel the hot sun on my back anymore, or wake up to a bright, summery morning. I wouldn't attend high school anymore, or go out for the day with my friends. I wouldn't be able to eat food, only drink blood. And, the thing that scared me most – I would see the people I cared for grow old, and die.

Godric, sensing my scared emotions, hugged me tightly to him. "I am not going to turn you right here, my Rose," He chuckled into my hair. "I will give you time."

"When exactly are you going to do it?" I asked, my voice muffled by his muscly chest.

"When you are ready, little one," Godric replied, moving down to kiss my lips repeatedly.

"When I'm ready…?"

Godric chuckled, and picked me up, carrying me in his arms bridal-style. Soon, he was running, and the world was a blur of colours. "Where are we going?" I asked him, leaning up a little to peck his nose.

Godric grinned. "Where everyone else is," He replied. "Hotel Carmilla."