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Chapter thirteen! ~

"Rosalie!" A familiar voice yelled. Before I could jump out of Godric's strong arms, I was hauled rather abruptly out of them by another tanned pair. My face was smushed against a muscled chest – against my will, may I add. Godric growled, and snatched me back, hugging me to his chest possessively.

Jason narrowed his eyes in anger. "Hey, I was hugging her, you bas –"

"Silence, human," Godric ordered calmly, but I could feel his annoyance. "You stole her out of my grasp. Oh, and for the record, Rosalie would much rather be hugging me."

I deadpanned at the two idiots. They were like a bunch of fucking children, I tell ya. I felt like a doll that two little brats were fighting over.

"That's it, you bloodsucker. I'm gonna rip your fangs out, and –"

"Shut the hell up," I yelled, annoyed. I let my face relax, and calmness take over me. "Now, let's start over, shall we? Hello, Jason. How are you doing?" I asked happily.

Jason looked bewildered, but shrugged nonetheless. "I'm good, Rose," He replied, "But what about you? Last time I saw you, you were bleedin' half to death!"

"And last time I saw you, you were unconscious," I added hastily. Jason rolled his bright blue eyes, and crossed his arms.

"I woke up," Jason said casually. "It's not like I died. But you almost did," He said, yanking me out of Godric's grasp again and bear-hugging me. Godric seemingly allowed the hug to stretch for a good couple of milliseconds, before pulling me back into his chest, and weaving an arm around my waist. He held a look in his eyes that said, take her away again, and I'll bite you.

Luckily, Jason relented.

There was a sudden whoosh of air beside me, and Eric appeared. I looked up at him, and grinned. "Well, hello there, blondie," I greeted, flashing him the peace sign. The tall Viking smirked, and yanked me out of Godric's steely grip, before twirling me around in the air. Of course, Godric didn't mind one bit that his child was near me, and Jason noticed this with an irritated expression.

"I see you survived through Godric's drinking session," Eric commented, pulling me up over his head, so my legs dangled over his broad shoulders. He meant it as a joke, obviously – but the ironic thing was, I had just barely survived. Of course, I wouldn't tell blondie this, nor would I tell him about my weird mind power.

"Eric Northman!" A woman's voice screeched. I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. Sookie was on the scene. "Put her down right now! She could fall and break her back!" She appeared in the lobby where we were standing, still in her white trench coat.

"Oh, are you jealous, Sookie?" Eric asked teasingly. I snorted in amusement. Eric, hearing this, tickled my bare feet with his fingers, cracking an evil smirk.

"Hey," I whined, swinging my dirty sole away from his wiggling fingers. "Leave my foot alone, blondie."

"I am not jealous!" Sookie screeched. Yup. She was jealous.

"You can come up here if you want," He said, a glint in his eye, waggling his brows suggestively. "You'd have a great time…" I frowned, and noogied his dirty blonde hair, only achieving a deep laugh to rumble out of his chest.

"Ech…stop being a pervert on my big sister, old man," I grumbled, and he laughed again, Godric included. Godric started to walk out of the lobby, and Eric followed, me still on top of him. Sookie and Jason tried to catch up with the speedy vampires, wanting to know where on earth they were taking me – but we left them in a trail of carpet dust bunnies.

"Ew, Eric! I am not going in there!"

Eric grinned, and continued to walk to the dreaded door, Godric beside him – whom, may I add, was grinning just as much as he was. They were taking me to the "blood" room in Hotel Carmilla. It was basically a room for vampires who were hungry. A vampire could sit in there, and order a human "off the menu".

Yep – and you see my reason why I didn't want to go in there. I would have rather gone to a room full of drunken idiots. But no, Eric insisted that I sit with them while they had their meal. They were rather peckish, after all.

Speaking of being peckish, I was hungry too. "Are there any human restaurants?" I asked the pair, emphasising the word "human".

"Yes, actually," Eric answered. "There's a nice room down the hallway, full of…willing humans, who –"

"Great!" I cheered, hopping off Eric's shoulders. I clapped my hands together. "I'll go there!"

"Eric," Godric sighed, rubbing his temples. "Tell her what… those humans are used for," He ordered warningly. I gave him a confused look.

Blondie sniggered. "In that room, they're used for certain "activities", like wonderful se –"

"Hold it!" I yelled, jumping at him and covering his filthy mouth. His shoulders shook with uncontrollable laughter. "I don't want to know. You filthy, dirty, perverted Viking-man!"

Eric wiped a tear from his eye. "I'm sorry, my little Viking," He said, sounding like he didn't mean the apology at all. "But it's just so much fun to mess with you."

I pointed an accusing finger at him, and he held his hands up in mock surrender. "You. You were going to send me to…a whore room?!" Godric sighed again, and clamped a pale hand over my mouth. He brought me to his hard chest, and whispered in my ear.

"Everyone is staring at you now, little one," He said, amused. My face heated up in embarrassment as I looked around. Vampires and humans alike were giving me odd looks, as if to say, "Is that girl off her nut?"

Of course, Eric was on the floor by now, laughing his stupid ass off.

"Stupid, idiotic, blonde Viking-man," I muttered darkly under my breath, and stormed off. I heard Godric sigh again. He seemed to sigh a lot when Eric was around. I wasn't surprised, really. He acted like a three-year old.

I left the pair to their "meal". I wanted to find an actual bar, or a restaurant, or something that didn't involve blood. Maybe I could find Sookie or Jason, and ask them where I could get some food? I could have gone up to my hotel room, but Godric had my keys. And I really didn't feel like stepping into the "blood" room, and asking for them.

So really, my only option was to explore this humongous hotel, to find somewhere to eat. Don't get me wrong – I liked exploring. But when you're hungrier than a hyena, exploring is the last thing on your mind. And this place was huge. I guess I could've asked a bellhop for directions – but I was kind of afraid that the staff here weren't…well, human.

I groaned in frustration, and held my roaring stomach. What was I supposed to do? I had no idea where I was, I was starving, and I was grumpy. Maybe I should have just stayed with blondie and Godric…

"Hey, um, are you alright, kid?" Somebody asked. I swivelled round to see one of the bellboys. He had short, black hair, and was wearing the standard Hotel Carmilla black uniform. The bellboy was giving me an odd look. I seemed to be getting quite a few of those nowadays. Maybe being pulled into all this vampire shit messed up my normalcy. It seemed plausible, but really, I'd always been a bit strange.

"Kid?" The bellboy called, waving a hand in front of my face. I blinked back to reality, and smiled sheepishly at him.

"H-huh? Oh, I'm fine," I answered quickly, but my stomach decided to let out a growl, showing that, no, I was not "fine". I was absolutely, freaking starving, and right then and there, I would have gladly bitten off some of the wall to satisfy a miniscule amount of my famished state.

Fortunately, Mr Bellboy grabbed my arm and dragged me off in another direction. He looked at me as he dragged me down the hall, frowning. I frowned right back. "What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Look, I know I'm a little strange, but there's no need to act all mean and –"

"What was the last thing you ate?" He cut me off, asking demandingly. Bellboy tightening his grip around my arm, and I felt that annoying pull yank me backwards, out of his grasp. I landed on my butt, grumbling.

His eyes had widened to saucers. "Y-you just flew backwards!" Bellboy exclaimed. He shook his head. "First, I have to deal with an annoying telepath, and now it's this," He gestured to me in exasperation. "Girls who can fucking fly!"

I narrowed my eyes dangerously, standing up. I marched over to him, and he looked down at me in surprise when I slammed a finger into his chest. "Listen right here, bub," I snarled, smooshing the tip of finger into him. "I am beyond starving right now, and I don't need your smarmy attitude. Got it? Good. Now, show me where there is a fucking restaurant for humans."

Mr Bellboy nodded quickly, and took my arm again, but I took it out of his grasp. He gave me another odd look, which I rolled my eyes to. "Look, if you don't want a two-thousand year old vampire coming after you, I'd suggest not to touch me."

He looked a little dumbfounded, but I gestured for him to keep walking. After passing a couple more long hallways, he spoke up. "What's your name, anyway?" He asked, curious.

I sighed. "Rosalie," I answered, and he looked round at me, raising a black eyebrow.

"Rosalie….?"

"Rosalie Stackhouse," I replied, slightly annoyed. Why couldn't this guy just shut up and take me somewhere to eat? I watched as his face morphed from shock to curiosity. Great. Just great.

"You mean…you're that crazy telepath's sister?" He asked, shocked.

I sent him a glare that would send any person running for the hills, but he seemed immune to my death-stare. "Yes. Yes I am, and Sookie is not crazy…" I faltered for a couple of seconds, before adding meekly, "Okay, so maybe she is just slightly crazy, but only by this much," I said, pinching my thumb and index finger together to show Sook's craziness.

He raised an eyebrow. "I see…I guess weird powers run in your family. But, you don't look anything like your sister…" He looked at me suspiciously.

I pursed my lips. "For the record, I can't fly. But how do you know my sister is a telepath?" I asked, folding my arms as I walked.

"Because I'm one too," He answered, looking for my reaction. When none came, he asked, "You aren't surprised?"

I shook my head. "When you've seen the things I've seen, that doesn't come close to surprising me."

He nodded. "But you didn't answer my question. Why don't you look anything like your sister?"

"You didn't actually ask that as a question, you know," I pointed out. "You just implied it as one." Mr Bellboy sighed in exasperation at this.

"Stop avoiding the question! Why don't you look like Sookie?" He asked. I shrugged nonchalantly.

"I dunno. Ask Sook that," I said, and he turned back around. Eventually, we stopped outside a large doorway, and when I peeked inside, I saw tables full of people eating and drinking. I smiled happily to myself when I saw a coffee machine. A coffee machine! There were no bars that sold synthetic blood or humans willing to give blood in here. I would finally have a blood-free evening!

I turned back around to thank Mr Bellboy. "Thanks a bunch. How much does the food cost here?" I asked him.

"The meals are free on the first night," He answered. I grinned in triumph, and I was about to walk away, until I remembered something.

"Hey, bellboy. What's your name?" I asked.

Mr Bellboy sighed. "Barry," He replied, and walked off to do whatever bellhops do. I smiled to myself in amusement. Barry the Bellboy. It had a nice ring to it.

"Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you," Somebody said from above me, but I ignored this person, and continued to gobble at my dinner. If this person wanted to speak to me, he or she could wait until I was finished. No exceptions.

Obviously, this person had other things in mind. "Rosalie…" The person sighed. It sounded like a male's voice. "I know you're hungry, but you can't stay here dressed like that."

I frowned. Dressed like what? I looked down at myself, and cringed inwardly. My blue tank top and denim capris had been torn and shredded in places. Probably from the bomb blast. Plus, I was barefooted, with dirty feet. No wonder why I was getting strange looks – I looked like a tramp.

I looked up from my plate of food to see a stern-looking Jason, who was crossing his arms. "It's late, young lady," He warned. "You should be in bed."

My eyelid twitched. "Jase, I'm sixteen. I don't have a bedtime anymore," I protested weakly. Jason raised a skeptical eyebrow, and tapped his foot.

"You've had a hell of a night. First, the whole Fellowship thing. You were held at gunpoint," He counted off the problems with his fingers. "Secondly. You were attacked by a crazy vampire. Thirdly, you've been and survived through a bombing, almost dying in the process," He said, then added, "I think that counts for a good night's rest. Don't you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, alright," I sighed heavily. "But, Godric has my keys, so I can't get into my room," I said.

Jason narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Why does Godric have your keys?" He asked. I gulped nervously.

"Um…I'm kind of sharing a room with him and Eric," I answered, and waited for the blow. It came in a form of angry curses and a string of dark mutterings under his breath.

"…And he manages to get you into his bed, as well. This is so not fucking happening. Not on my watch –"

"Jason," I sighed, standing up and putting my hand on his shoulder. "Godric…he's my mate. You've got to understand –"

"No!" He exploded, and I looked around anxiously as people stared in curiosity at us. "I'm not letting you do this kind of stuff, Rose! You're only sixteen! And anyway, what does all this stupid "mate" stuff mean?!"

I sighed again, removing my hand from his shoulder. "I don't really understand it myself, Jase," I admitted. "But all I know, is that I…I love Godric. A lot. I would die for him, and –"

Jason grabbed my shoulders, and bent down to my level, staring me straight in the eye. It scared me a bit, actually, how serious he looked. "Don't you dare say that," He whispered angrily. My heart jumped. "Don't you dare say you'd die for him. God forbid that should ever happen. I almost lost you tonight, Rosalie Stackhouse. And I'm not going to lose you anytime in the future. Do you understand?"

I gulped, and nodded. Jason's blue orbs softened, and he relaxed his grip on me. "Good. Now, I'm not letting you stay with him," He ordered, and I opened my mouth to protest, but he got there first. "You'll stay in my room. End of discussion." My shoulders sagged in defeat, and I let him steer me out of the restaurant.

After Jason had locked us in his hotel room, (he was muttering something about vampires not being able to reach me) – I headed straight for the shower. My rubble-infested hair and dirt-streaked face needed a good scrubbing. Not to mention I probably smelled. I began to wonder how on earth Godric could even stand to be near me. Vampires had heightened smell, right? I mean, how was he not gagging everytime he came close to me?

I shrugged, and peeled off my destroyed clothes. I made a mental note to throw them out – I couldn't keep tattered and ripped clothes, of course. Basically all my other clothes had been blown up in the bombing, so I had literally nothing to wear now. I'd have to borrow pyjamas from Jase, and ask Sook if she had any daytime clothes for me.

I hopped into the shower, and revelled in the boiling warmth that scalded my skin. It had been way too long since I'd had a proper shower. The showers at the Light of Day Institute were never nice and hot – they were always either lukewarm or freezing cold. I cleaned my face and body repeatedly, trying to make up for my lack of poor hygiene. I applied some of Jase's shampoo to my hair and scrubbed furiously. Unfortunately, it wasn't my favourite, which was apple scented, (I giggled loudly under the steaming water when I saw his was raspberry-scented). I washed all of the shampoo out, still wishing I had my apple shampoo.

After that very satisfying shower, I stepped out, and wrapped a complimentary Hotel Carmilla towel around me. I decided that my teeth needed a good scrub, too, so I hurried over to the sink. Luckily, Jase had a spare toothbrush, so I grabbed that and brushed my teeth. I combed my hair as well, before stepping out of the bathroom.

Jason was leaning against the headboard of his bed, watching TV. He was wearing a grey bathrobe, and looked pretty relaxed. He looked over at me when I gently clicked the bathroom door shut. "Um, do you have any pyjamas I could borrow?" I asked him. "All my clothes were kinda…destroyed."

Jason chuckled, and stood up to walk to his dresser. He rummaged about a bit, before finding something and tossing it at me. It was a black shirt – which would have fit him perfectly, but seeing as I was much smaller than him, the shirt probably would have gone down to my mid-thigh. I thanked him, and asked him not to look as I slipped the overly large-shirt over my head. It kind of resembled a short nightgown, really.

I hopped up onto the bed, and scrambled over to him. I let my head fall onto his shoulder, and watched the television with him. His arm went around my shoulders, and he smiled warmly down at me. I pointed tiredly at the TV, yawning. "How can you watch the golf at this time of night?" I asked quietly.

Jason shrugged. "There's nothing else on," He said, and I took the remote to flick through the channels. After a while, I felt my eyes droop, and my head lolled backwards. Jason laughed quietly, and laid me gently onto my back. He grabbed the remote, and turned the TV off.

As I was about to fall into slumber, I heard four gentle knocks at the front door. The bed dipped down and lifted up as Jason got up to answer it. I couldn't really be bothered opening my eyes to see who it was, so I just kept them closed. I heard the sound of the door opening, and a familiar voice whispering, "I can't sleep…"

Two pairs of feet padded into the room, and I felt the bed dip on either side of me. Suddenly, somebody was gently stroking my cheek. "Aw, she's asleep, Jase," A voice cooed, sounding like Sookie's.

"I know. She's so cute when she's asleep," Jason sighed. "Have you heard the adorable sounds Rose makes when she's asleep?" He asked, chuckling.

"Yeah, it's cute, isn't?" Sookie agreed, moving a strand of midnight hair away from my face. I wiggled my nose, willing away the annoying itchiness that had bloomed at the bottom of it. Sookie giggled when she saw me do this. "Ahh! She's so adorable!" I forced myself not to sigh when she wrapped me in a bear-hug.

I was on the edge of being awake and being asleep, as my brother and sister chattered quietly. I thought I heard something mentioned about Grams, but my mind was too fuzzy too hear anything else. Eventually, I fell asleep to peaceful darkness.

I woke later to the sound of the television. The lights in the room were still on, and Jason and Sookie were still awake. They were watching the TV, and I grinned in amusement when I saw what they were watching. Steve and Sarah Newlin were on the news, arguing. I snorted quietly when I saw that Steve had a red mark on his forehead, probably from Jason shooting a paintball gun at his head.

"…May His holy light shine upon you," I heard Steve say on the telly.

"Can you believe that?" Jason said, exasperated. "They're on the TV!"

A vampire reporter called Nan Flanagan suddenly appeared on the screen. "You kidnapped a prominent member of our community," She argued, and I guessed that she was talking about Godric – of course, he'd gone to them. He hadn't actually been kidnapped.

I sat up, and asked, "They're talking about Godric, aren't they?" Jase and Sookie jumped at the sound of my voice, and I smiled.

Sookie smiled back. "Yeah, I guess they are," She sighed, and I felt Jason ruffle my already messy hair.

"Why are you awake? You need sleep," Jason grinned, and I rolled my eyes.

"Shh! I'm listening…" Sookie said distractedly, pointing at the screen. All three of us fell silent as we listened to the Newlins bicker.

"He volunteered!" Sarah cried, and Sookie turned to look at us in surprise.

"Did he?" She asked, shocked. I nodded grimly.

"Yeah. He wanted to burn," I sighed sadly. I brightened up a moment later, though. "But he doesn't want to anymore. 'Cause he met me," I added shyly, and Sookie "awwed" while Jason pouted.

Steve and Sarah continued to fight with Nan. "He came to us," Sarah insisted.

"Because everyone wants to be burned at the stake," Nan scoffed sarcastically. Steve looked ready to retort back, but Nan cut in with another remark.

"You attacked us," Nan sighed.

"You murdered my father!" Steve hissed, and I cringed. Why would you embarrass yourself like that on television?

"That's an allegation," Nan argued. "This is a fact: you and your church armed a suicide bomber that killed vampires and humans." I felt a bit of sadness for Luke then, but I willed it away.

Sarah cut in. "We are fightin' for God's green Earth, and daytime, and Christmas, and Easter eggs, and all that is sacred and good! We are fightin' for –"

"Human rights," Steve interrupted his wife rather rudely. "Human rights!"

"Can I finish my thought?" Sarah asked, miffed.

"But you were done," Steve said to her, holding his hands out. Sarah sighed mockingly.

"If he's not the centre of attention, he just flips out!" She said angrily to the camera, gesturing at Steve. He glared at Sarah. I snickered at the pair. I wouldn't be surprised if they got divorced anytime soon. And to think, that they would actually fight on television.

Sookie laughed out loud. "They're coo coo!" She laughed, exasperated. I grinned, and nodded in agreement.

"How can you have a meaningful dialogue with these people?" Nan groaned on the telly, and I laughed loudly. Sarah said something to Steve later that made me roar with more laughter.

"I hate your hair," She said to him. Jason sighed deeply.

"They're a witch, and a son of a bitch," He said, making me think that something had "gone on" between Sarah and my brother. I shrugged to myself, still grinning in amusement. "Fuck you, Newlins," He said to the telly, and Sookie agreed.

Jason switched the television off, and I closed my eyes again. Sookie was stroking my hair gently as she talked with Jason, and I felt right then and there that life couldn't possibly be better than this. I may not have had any parents or a grandma anymore – but I had my big brother and my big sister, and that was all I needed.

I was about to drift off back to sleep, when there was a sudden, violent rush of air in the room. My eyes snapped open, and Jason and Sookie instantly jumped upwards, standing in front of me protectively.

Godric and Eric appeared in the middle of the room, looking anything but happy.

"What the fuck?!" Jason yelled at them. Eric raised an eyebrow, and Godric's face was stormy. Jason pointed at the door. "Get out!"

The two vampires looked around Jason to see me. "Why is Rosalie in your room?" Eric asked. "She's with us."

Jason gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists. "She's our sister, and when I say she's staying with me, she staying with me." Eric's fangs popped out, and he looked ready to pounce.

Sookie yelled at them. "Stop it!" She cried, and the both of them stopped to look at her in surprise. Godric didn't though; he just continued to stare at me longingly. I would have found it slightly creepy, if I wasn't so head over heels for the vampire.

"You don't need to fight," Sookie said calmly. Eric scoffed indignantly.

"There won't be a fight, unless we don't get Rosalie back," He said, and Jason shouted in outrage. Sookie look exasperated and Eric looked furious. Godric had his usual emotionless mask on – as he usually did around other people – but I could feel his emotions strongly: jealously, longing, and a lot of anger. I was kind of afraid, because his anger was directed solely at Jason.

I jumped off the bed, and tried to walk over to calm everyone, but Jason grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him. That was when Godric lost it. His fangs popped out, and he growled deeply, the sound reverberating through the small room. "Give her back to me," Godric said, eerily calm. "Now."

Jason and Sookie froze at the sound, and I gulped. "Guys, guys," I laughed nervously, walking out from behind Jason. "Calm down, okay? I'll come back with you Godric, don't worry," I assured him, and Godric's threatening stance lessened. His bluish-grey eyes softened, and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

"Did I say you could go sleep in a room full of vampires?" Jason asked angrily, clamping a heavy hand on my shoulder. Godric's relaxed nature instantly vanished, and his eyes zeroed in on Jason's hand, which was on my shoulder. He snarled, his fangs bared at Jason. Ah hell, you aren't making this any better for yourself, Jase…

"I will warn you only once more, Mr Stackhouse," Godric growled, "Give me my mate, or there will be consequences." Jason didn't look like he was going to agree to his terms, so I stepped in again.

"Jason," I called firmly. "I will be fine. I'll see you in the morning, okay? At the breakfast bar," I finished happily, and carefully peeled his hand away. Sookie smiled nervously at me, her blue eyes flickering from a snarling Eric to a stormy Godric.

"See you in the morning, sis," Sookie said, hugging me. I nodded, smiling back at her. Jason was about to retort something else – which would probably get him killed this time – but Eric scooped me up in his arms, and we flashed away.

"Why did you go with him?" Godric asked me, as Eric placed me gently on Godric's bed in their hotel room. I yawned widely, and Eric smirked at me.

"He's my brother," I replied, "I couldn't just say no to him. Besides, you had the keys."

Eric scoffed. "You could have come to us," He said, raising a blonde eyebrow. I sighed in exasperation.

"I didn't really feel like walking into the "blood" room," I said, shivering. Eric chuckled, and sat on the end of the bed.

"It was rather delicious, if I do say so myself. The human woman I ordered was –"

"Zip it," I cut him off, waggling my finger in his face. Eric roared with laughter, and even Godric grinned. Godric walked around the bed, and, in a sudden flash, he was under me, his arms tightly coiled around my slim waist. Eric smirked evilly.

"I'll leave you two alone," He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes, as he walked through a conjoining door that led to his room.

I yawned again, and rolled off of Godric. He grunted at this, disliking my actions. He wove his arm around my waist again, sliding me to his chest. "I missed you," He whispered, kissing me. I laughed quietly.

"I wasn't gone for that long," I chuckled, and Godric stroked my hair. I closed my eyes, and snuggled against his muscled chest – which was surprisingly comfy. Or, maybe that was just my tired brain imagining things. Muscled abs couldn't possibly be comfortable, could they? "Why are you so comfortable?" I asked him, my voice slightly muffled.

"When am I not?" He chuckled deeply.

"Good point," I mumbled, drifting off into sleep as he played with my dark hair.