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A/N – There is a bit of lime, fair warning! :3

On with chapter seventeen! ~

For the entire plane trip from Texas to Louisiana, Eric had not shut up on how he had "beaten elf-man's little ass". I felt strongly obliged to point out that no, he had not in fact beaten his ass, rather than have his ass handed to him. Had he forgotten how Godric had saved the day? Of course, said vampire wasn't stopping blondie's rant – he just entertained himself by twisting strands of my hair, or playing with my fingers.

Because Eric had hired a private jet, the journey back to Louisiana took almost less than an hour – whereas in a public plane, it would take over an hour. It should have felt like the quickest plane ride ever, but cocky blonde over there made it feel like a lot more than that. Seriously, he would not shut his goddamn mouth.

"Can't you tell him to be quiet?" I whispered in Godric's ear, who sat next to me in a large, comfy couch. Godric only smiled softly, still preoccupied with twirling my hair.

"No, I cannot," He said back. Of course, Eric heard all of this, and he looked at me straight, grinning.

"Am I really that annoying, little Viking?" Eric pouted, but I could tell he was enjoying my endless torture. He flashed over from his couch – where he'd been casually leaning his arms over the top – and came over to ours. I sighed irritably when he sat right next to me, grinning from ear-to-ear. My annoyance only moved up a notch, when he slung a muscled arm over my bare shoulders.

Of course, Godric didn't mind this one bit, which was weird. If any other guy – even Jason – tried to sling an arm over me, they'd be in a killer chokehold before they could even blink. I guessed that Godric didn't mind Eric's closeness, simply because he was his child, and he trusted him or whatever.

"So, have I told you how I effortlessly saved my little damsel in distress from an evil goblin?"

"It was an elf, Eric," I grumbled. "An elf. Goblins are little, disgusting green things. Elves are tall, beautiful and slender. Big fucking difference."

Eric smirked evilly. "Oooooh, have I offended miss pointy-ears over here?" He asked rhetorically, flicking my forehead. My eyelid twitched.

"You're doing this on purpose because you're bored, aren't you?" I asked, sighing. Eric laughed darkly.

"How on earth did you guess, little Rosalie?" He asked sarcastically, and I sighed deeply again. I turned to Godric, who looked lost in his own little fetish with hair-playing.

"Godric, how long until we land?" I asked him wearily, and Godric flickered his bluish-grey eyes up to mine for about a millisecond, before going back to my hair.

"Mmm, I do not know," He admitted. "Perhaps half an hour?"

Eric grinned in triumph, and I bashed my head down on the coffee table in front of us, grumbling. Obviously, Godric didn't like this, because his means of entertainment had been ripped out of his grasp. He hauled me back up, and yanked me onto his lap, and instantly grabbed handfuls of my hair again. I muttered profanities.

"Guess what I learned the other day Rosalie –" Eric started, and I cursed my bad luck.

"What?" I grumbled. "Please, do tell me what you learned, Eric."

"Well, I learnt that I can easily kick elf ass –"

Ah, hell. Here we fucking go again.

I smiled happily to myself, closing my eyes as the car rolled smoothly down the road. It was daytime. And what sleeps at daytime? That's right – incredibly annoying vampires such as bloody Eric Northman. Sure, he may had only been in the back, tucked in his little coffin, with his maker beside him – but he was dead to the world. He probably wouldn't have even woken up if I banged mercilessly on his sleeping coffin – which I was sorely tempted to do, for all the endless torture he caused me on the plane.

So now, I relaxed in the big, black SUV, with the tinted windows and professional chauffeur, who was driving like he'd done this a billion times before. I was a little surprised, actually: wasn't this guy a little freaked, that he had two undead guys in the back? He seemed fine to me, but was he scared shitless on the inside? After all, the two vampires in the car were powerful enough to take out a whole town. Heck, Godric himself was powerful enough to take out a whole town.

Truth be told, the drive was boring. I mean, the two people I was travelling with couldn't come out to talk, seeing as they would burst into brilliant blue flames if they did, and the driver was occupied with…well, driving. So it was just little old lonely me, sitting cross-legged on the seat, dying of boredom.

"…Hey, driver-man," I called out suddenly, and the driver "hmmed". "How long 'till we reach Bon Temps?"

I saw him shoot me a bewildered look in the front view mirror. "What are you talking about, Miss Stackhouse?" He asked, confused. "I've been given orders to drive you to a house just outside of Shreveport."

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "What? I'm supposed to be going home – back to Bon Temps," I insisted. "To my house – oh…" I breathed suddenly, as realisation slapped me in the face like a cold, dead fish. Godric was taking me to his house! I thought I made it clear to him, that I wanted to go back home!

"Can't you drive me to Bon Temps?" I asked pleadingly, but the driver shook his head.

"I'm afraid not, miss," He sighed. "I've been given strict orders. They said if I didn't deliver you to the mansion on Wooburke Lane, just outside of the city – they'd…well –"

"They'd drain you dry?" I muttered, sagging. The driver nodded.

"Yeah. H-how did you know?" He asked, surprised. I rolled my dark orbs.

"Did Eric Northman give you these orders?" I asked him, and he nodded again. I grumbled under my breath. "That's why I know. Eric has a tendency to…threaten if he wants to ensure something goes forward…" The driver gulped, and I smiled.

"Don't worry, I'm half-elf. I'll use my super magic powers to defend you, if he attacks," I assured him, and he laughed loudly. Ha. He probably thought I was joking. Sometimes telling the truth can be as good as lying…

Eventually, the car moved off the motorway, and we ended up driving through the city of Shreveport, Louisiana. I'd never really been much into the city – Sook preferred me to stay in Bon Temps. So, it was pretty exciting, driving past all the designer shops, crowds of people, and towering skyscrapers. Sure, Dallas was big too, with lots of buildings and people, but I'd never really driven through it, like I was doing now in Shreveport.

We passed all the bustling crowds and massive buildings, and moved onwards, out of the city a little. After maybe ten or so minutes of driving, the car stopped. I frowned. Where we here already? I looked out of the window, and saw a building with a red umbrella-like roof standing over the entrance door. On the window, lit up with neon lights, was the word "Fangtasia".

It didn't take a genius to know, that this place had something to do with vampires – judging by the "fang" in the name. But why were we here? The driver had said we were going to one of Godric's homes, outside of the city. Somehow, I didn't think this was it. It looked too much like a club, or a bar.

"Where are we?" I asked, as the driver parked outside Fangtasia. He swivelled round in his seat to speak to me.

"We're at Mr Northman's vampire bar," He explained, and my eyes widened a fraction. Eric owned a bar? He didn't tell me about this!

"Well, why are we here?" I asked him, curious. I thought all of us were going straight to Godric's house.

"We need to drop off Mr Northman, of course," The driver replied, and I shot him a disbelieving look.

"He doesn't live here, does he?" I asked, skeptical. "I mean, it's a bar, for goodness' sake!" The driver shrugged, seemingly careless. It looked as if he wanted to get Eric as far away from him as possible. I couldn't blame him, really. He had threatened the poor guy, after all.

The driver got out the car, probably to haul Eric's coffin into the bar. I sighed, and got out myself. "Here, let me help," I offered, walking round the car towards the back. He sent me a grateful look, and we both dragged the travelling coffin out of the SUV, and onto the dirt road. "Jesus! It's either the coffin that's heavy, or him."

"I'd most definitely say him," The driver blurted out, and I laughed. He slapped a hand over his mouth, and stared at me in shock. "Please don't tell Mr Northman I said that!" He pleaded, and I laughed again.

"Dude, chill," I held my hands up. "I say stuff about him all the time," I assured him, but he looked even more worried.

"Yes, but he doesn't punish you," The driver pointed out, and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, trust me, he does," I assured him. "Sometimes he talks to me just to annoy me. Then, when he's really up for torturing, he'll tickle me to no end," I shook my head, grumbling.

"Yeah, see, that's what you get, because you're his favourite," The driver pointed out. "To other people – like me, for instance – he'll torture, if I were to do something bad. And I mean the real deal – not the big brother kind of torture."

I raised an eyebrow. ""Big brother" kind of torture?"

He nodded. "Yeah, 'course," The driver sighed. "It's no secret that Mr Northman treats you, Miss Stackhouse, like a little sister." I was a little surprised at this, actually. I had always thought that Eric was nice to me, simply because I was his maker's mate, and I'd stopped Godric from killing himself.

"Just, please don't tell him what I said, okay?" He asked, and I nodded, still a little dumbstruck. We dragged blondie's coffin up to the bar's door, and he rapped a couple times on the door. A woman who was skinnier than a stick opened it up. She had bright blonde hair, light brown eyes, and thin lips. But what disgusted me, though, was the skimpy clothing she was wearing.

"Hey!" She greeted cheerfully. "I'm Ginger. I work as a waitress here. Oh, are you here to deliver Mr Northman?" She asked. The driver nodded, and proceeded to yank the coffin into the bar. I strided in after him, and Ginger shut the door, blocking out the bright sunlight.

I yawned, and went to sit down on one of the bar stools. As I waited for the driver to put Eric's coffin god knows where, another woman waltzed from a back door into the bar area. She had dark blonde hair, and was a lot prettier than Ginger over there, who was screaming at a cockroach that had climbed up her leg.

"Ginger, shut up," The woman barked. I noticed some blood dripping out of her ears, and I realised that it was the "bleeds" that Godric had told me about.

"Um, I don't mean to intrude," I spoke up, gaining the attention of the woman and Ginger, "But shouldn't you be asleep? You're a vampire right? You're um – getting the bleeds." I gestured to her ear.

The woman narrowed her eyes. "Who the hell are you? Ginger, why is there a little human brat here?" She hissed, turning to glare at Ginger, who squealed annoyingly.

"I – I don't know, Pam, I swear! She walked in with Mr Northman's driver!" Ginger insisted. I sighed, and rolled my eyes.

"It's okay, Eric knows me," I assured the woman, whose name, judging by what Ginger said, was Pam. "I'm his maker's mate."

Pam's eyes widened in shock. "You're Godric's mate? As in, the eternal bonded kind?" I nodded in confirmation. Pam let out a breath. "I see. Sorry for snapping at you, then. I've just been a little on edge – Eric's been gone for too long."

"Is that why you aren't asleep?" I inquired, "Because you're worried about him?"

Pam nodded, but then pursed her lips in wonder. "You catch on well, girl. What's your name?"

I smiled. "Rosalie Stackhouse," I told her, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm. Interesting. You're Sookie's little sister," She said, "Well, I'm Pam. Eric's child. Nice to meet you, Rosalie." We shook hands, and I grinned at Pam, while she smirked at me. Her smirk reminded me of Eric's, actually.

The driver came back into the bar, wiping sweat from his brow. "Okay, ready to set off again, Miss Stackhouse?" He asked. "I would like to get you home before the other vampire wakes up." I nodded. It probably wouldn't be long until Godric woke up, seeing as he woke up around late afternoon. It was about that time now.

We exited Fangtasia, and got in the SUV again, immediately setting off down the road. I swivelled round in my seat, and put a hand on Godric's coffin. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a deep voice from inside.

"Is that you, my Rose?" Godric's voice came surprisingly loud from the travel coffin. "I miss you. I want to hold you in my arms, now. I am tired of sleeping."

I chuckled. "Don't come out yet, Godric," I warned. "It may be late afternoon, but it's still bright and sunny." Godric sighed, and I heard him shuffle about a bit.

"Yes, I can smell the sun," He admitted. "It is rather strong today. Perhaps you would like to join me in here? I cannot stand being without you a second longer." I almost "awwed" at how cute that sounded, but held back.

"I don't think I could fit in there, Godric," I pointed out, but Godric laughed.

"Nonsense. There is plenty room, my love," He assured me, and I sighed.

"Okay. Hey, driver man!" I called, "I'm just going to go into Godric's coffin, in case you wonder where I am."

The driver grunted a reply. "Careful in there, sweetie. He might bite you," He warned me, and I heard Godric let out a growl.

"I would never harm my beautiful Rose," Godric argued, and I saw as well as heard the driver gulp. I shook my head, smiling, and opened the coffin just a tiny bit, so I could stick my foot in. I nearly jumped when I felt Godric's cold hand wrap around my ankle, and yank me inside quickly. The top of the coffin banged shut after me.

To say that it was creepy was an understatement. It was pitch black, and very cramped. I felt Godric's arms wrap around my waist, and he brought me closer to him, groaning as he sniffed in my scent. His abruptly smushed his face into my tangled hair, as he hugged me to him tightly, like a doll. His fingers reached up to do their usual twisting and twirling in my hair.

"You know," I said suddenly, yawning, "If you keep twisting my hair like that, it'll never untangle." Godric laughed deeply, and I felt his cold lips trace my jawline.

"I do not want it to untangle," He admitted, moving over to trail kisses down my neck. "I like it this way. It is fascinating." I heard the click of his fangs, and felt the sharp points scrape against the softness of my skin, and he sighed. He inhaled my scent again, and pressed his mouth against my neck.

"You can drink a little if you really want to, Godric," I said to him, and his grip tightened.

"My Rose, are you sure? Last time I drunk from you, I lost control," He sighed.

"If you lose control again, I'll just zap you with my elf powers," I warned jokingly, and Godric chuckled. His hand reached up to brush my hair away and he moved even closer to me, our bodies squishing against each other, and our legs tangling together.

"My Rose, tempting a vampire is not a good idea," Godric breathed against my neck, and both his hands wrapped around the back of my head.

"You don't have to, if you think you'll lose it," I said quietly, and I heard Godric grunt.

"Well, maybe I will have just a sip…" He whispered. "I have rested well, so I have better control…"

Then he sunk his fangs into my neck, and I sucked in a sharp breath of air. His hands slipped from my head, to clamp down on my shoulders, as he drunk hungrily. I shivered, when I heard the loud sound of the blood sloshing down his throat. Godric groaned loudly, and his hand gently stroked my hair as he took a last gulp, before forcing his mouth off my neck. He quickly licked at my neck, closing up the bite wound.

I was breathing hard when he pulled away, and he licked up the remains of my blood around his mouth. I rolled my eyes. "You missed a spot," I laughed, reaching out to hold his face in my hands, and I licked at a spot of blood on his chin. I tried to pull away after that, but Godric's arms wove around me, trapping me against his chest. His mouth found mine, and he kissed me hard, his hands sliding up and down my back.

"You controlled yourself this time," I pointed out, after I moved away to breathe. Godric smiled, resting his forehead against mine.

"I know," He whispered proudly.

As he said this, there was a loud knocking on top of the coffin lid. "Hey, Miss Stackhouse! Y'all can come out now, we're here!" The driver's voice rang through the coffin. I felt Godric's grip around me tighten, almost to the point where I was uncomfortable.

"It is fine. My mate can stay with me until we get inside my home," Godric commanded, and I guessed that the driver was scared shitless of him, judging by the smirk on his handsome face.

"B-but, Godric, s-sir," The driver stuttered. "I can't drag the both of ya into the house…" Godric growled in annoyance, and I giggled.

"Ask one of the house servants to help, then," He ordered, and I heard the loud crunching of feet on gravel, as the driver walked away. I raised a questioning eyebrow.

"House servants?" I queried, curious. "You have maids, and butlers and stuff?"

Godric "hmmed" and starting kissing up and down my jaw like he'd done earlier. "Of course, Rosalie," He said, stroking the ends of my hair between his fingers. "The house is rather big. It needs carers to look after it." I gulped slightly.

"Um, how big exactly, is this house, Godric?" I asked. "The driver said it was a mansion…" Godric chuckled.

"That's because it is a mansion," He answered, and my mouth opened a little in shock. Godric, being the sneaky little vamp he was, attacked my open mouth, and slid his tongue in. He groaned deeply into my mouth, and I shivered, causing a triumphant smile to spread across his face.

"You know, you tricked me into this," I said, my words muffled against Godric's lips.

"You should not have so invitingly opened your mouth then, my Rose," He countered, his hand now resting on my leg. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't mean that, silly," I giggled, "I mean, coming to your house. I was supposed to go back to Bon Temps. Sookie and Jason are probably wondering where the heck I am."

Godric chuckled deeply, his hand squeezing my flesh. I let out a breathy moan, and Godric attacked my lips again. I managed to push him off me for about a millisecond, so I could utter some words. "Godric, answer my question…" Then he went back to ravaging my already swollen lips. His teeth and fangs nipped at my bottom lip, and both his hands were now running up and down my thighs.

"Godric…" I groaned. "Stop doing that and answer me…"

Godric grinned mischievously, his hands still feeling up in inappropriate places, his mouth still sucking at my lips. I arched into him when he squeezed roughly, my hips banging against him. Godric let out an animalistic growl, and his hands moved from my thighs to grab my hips instead.

"I did not tell them you were coming to stay with me," He admitted huskily, his hands now slipping under my top, his mouth hot on my jaw.

"Godric…" I moaned, panting. "That's…not good."

"Why is it not good?" He whispered, his hands sliding up and down on my flat stomach. I got the impression that he wasn't talking about our earlier conversation. "Is this good, Rosalie?" He asked, lifting my top a little, so my stomach was showing, and he moved down to plant kisses there. His hands went to my thighs again, and he moulded the soft flesh torturously.

"Godric!" I cried out in pleasure. "I mean…my…brother and sister. You need to tell them…that I'm…staying here…"

Godric chuckled darkly, still kissing my abdomen and doing wonderful things to my legs. "So, you accept that you are staying with me?" He asked lowly, and I could only nod, lost in a haze of pure pleasure. "Good. Then I will alert them to your whereabouts. But for now…" His lips moved down my stomach, and down to my upper thigh…

Godric was interrupted, as the coffin started to sway about crazily. He let out a breathy growl, and adjusted my top back to its original position. "Godric?" I managed to whisper out, my mind still slightly cloudy from what he'd been doing to me. He stroked my hair, and I could tell he was trying to reign in his earlier arousal.

"We are just being moved into my home," Godric said, then grinned at me, kissing me softly on the lips. "…I could do so much better than that, my beautiful Rose," He whispered huskily, and I gulped. His hand gently stroked my cheek, until I felt the coffin's bottom hit flat ground.

His hand suddenly reached out, and he pushed the lid open. I winced when the sudden light hit my eyes, and I slowly adjusted to the inside lights. Godric stepped out, and turned around to hold a hand out for me. I took it gratefully, and he pulled me up.

I gasped when I saw the inside of the house. It was absolutely humongous. We were in what looked to be an entrance hall. There was a winding, stone staircase that led up to the higher levels. There dozens of rooms, some upstairs, some down. I looked up, and marvelled at the old-fashioned chandelier than hung from the ceiling. The floor was carpeted, and I took a moment to step out of my flip-flops, and curl my toes in the fluffiness of it.

"This…it's amazing," Was all I could blurt out. Godric laughed, and took my hand, swinging it about as he led me somewhere. "And you have other houses like this?" I squeaked.

"Yes, but I chose this one for you, my Rose," He said, smiling happily. "It suites your tastes more."

My heart fluttered at his words. Suddenly, though, I remembered something. I stopped walking, and Godric turned to look at me. "Is something the matter, Rosalie?" He asked worriedly.

"It's just…" I faltered for a moment. "Summer's almost over, and I've got school…"

Godric pouted. "School? Is that not something humans go to for the day to…learn?" He asked, and I nodded in confirmation. "When do you go to this…"school"?"

I sighed. "Every day, except the weekends," I replied, and Godric's face darkened.

"Quit school then," He commanded, and I giggled.

"I can't just quit school," I laughed, and Godric frowned.

"Why not?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Because –" I was cut off, when a loud bang sounded on the large entrance doors. Godric became alert immediately. He sniffed the air, and looked confused for a moment. "What is it?" I asked him gently.

"It is Bill," Godric answered, and I looked in curiosity at the doors.

"Bill? Why is he here?" I wondered aloud. Godric took my hand again, and we zipped to the front doors at a vampire's speed. Godric yanked open the heavy doors, and we were greeted by the sight of a serious-looking Bill, standing out in the dark of the night.

Bill nodded at Godric, and looked at me. "Rosalie, it's Sookie –"

"Is she alright?" I asked quickly. "Did something happen? What –"

"Sookie is fine," Bill assured me. "It's something else. Something bad is happening in Bon Temps." I exchanged glances with Godric, and raised an eyebrow at Bill.

"What kind of bad things?" I asked him.

Bill sighed. "I was actually just on my way to ask help from the Queen of Louisiana," He explained, and my eyes bugged out their sockets. If he was asking help from a vampire queen, then it must have been serious!

"Bill, what's going on?" I asked urgently. "What's the bad stuff happening back home?"

"It's…well, you wouldn't believe me if I told you…"

"Try me," I demanded.

Bill sighed again, and ran a hand through his hair. "There is a woman named Maryann, creating havoc in Bon Temps. She's taken over Sookie's house, and built this big…thing in front of it. Apparently, Maryann's looking for Sam Merlotte. She wants to…sacrifice him."

"What?!" I yelled. "What do you mean? How is everyone just letting this happen?"

"They're not," Bill insisted. "Maryann is controlling everyone is town somehow. It's chaos, Rosalie. You need to see for yourself."

"Compton," Godric spoke suddenly, and Bill turned to face him. "Did these people's eyes change colour when this woman controlled them?"

Bill nodded. "Yes. They turned pitch black," He said, "How did you know?"

Godric shook his head. "Go to the Queen. She knows more about this than I," He ordered, and Bill nodded, before zooming off.

I turned to him, my face etched with concern. "What's going on, Godric? What does it all mean?"

Godric sighed wearily. "If my assumptions are correct, my love…" He hesitated, before speaking. "I believe Bon Temps has been taken over by a Maenad."

"A Maenad?" I questioned, curious. "What's that?"

"Do you believe in the Greek gods, Rosalie?" He asked me, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, if vampires, fairies, elves and dwarves exist, then there's no reason why Greek gods shouldn't," I answered, shrugging. "Why?"

"Because…" Godric sighed deeply, "A Maenad is a female follower of the Greek god Dionysus. They create chaos and havoc wherever they go. And this one…it appears to want to sacrifice this man named Sam, probably to her god, Dionysus."

"What the hell?!" I shrieked. "That's bat-shit crazy!" I grabbed Godric's hand, tugging on his arm. "We've got to save Bon Temps!"

Godric pulled me into his chest. "It is too dangerous there. I am not going to let you intentionally walk into danger, Rosalie," He sighed.

I swung round, and smushed a finger into his hard chest. "Listen, you," I said sternly, and Godric raised an eyebrow, amused. "I am going back home to save my town, my sister, my brother, and my friends. You can either stay here, or come with me. You choose."

Godric sighed again, then smiled. "You are not going to drop this, are you, my Rose?" He said, sighing. I shook my head furiously. "Oh, come on then. We can go see what is happening…"

I grabbed his hand, and started to sprint out the doors. Godric chuckled, and pulled me back, much to my annoyance. "Little one," He called calmly. "I will take you there." Then, in a flash, I was in Godric's arms, and we were running towards Bon Temps.

*Gasp* What's going to happen when they get home?!

Oh, sorry if the whole Pam thing was kind of short, but I may bring her in again in later chapters. You'll just have to wait and find out :)