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"Rosalie?"

A moan of reluctance left my lips, and I tried to shake the soft hand off my shoulder. I was too comfortable. My head was lying on something hard, yet pleasant, and my back was on something nice and snug. Unfortunately, my light shaking didn't do the trick – the hand just came back with a vengeance.

"Come on, Rose," Somebody sighed, "Wake up."

But I didn't want to wake up! I was seriously snug as a bug in a rug. Whatever my head was lying on had a hand, which was relaxingly pulling itself through my dark locks, and gently scraping over my scalp. To say I was content was an understatement.

I heard a deep chuckle from above me, and felt it vibrate musically through the hard thing my head was lolling about on. "Let her sleep. She looks too adorable to be woken," Another voice said, and I let out a happy sigh when the hand continued weaving through my hair.

"It's unhealthy to sleep for so long," The other one argued. I felt the hand come back, mercilessly shaking my body. I hissed, and slapped the hand away, earning another booming laughter from above me. I let my eyes flutter open, and let another groan leave my lips.

"Sook," I acknowledged the blonde woman above me, who had her hand raised as if to shake me again. "Do that again when I am in bliss, and I shall rip it off." Sookie sent me a dry look, and I smirked, raising an eyebrow challengingly. She sighed, rolling her blue orbs, and settled back on the grass.

Wait, grass? Was the comfy thing my body was lying on…grass? I realised a moment later that I was outside, on the lawn. It was pretty dark now – the sky was an inky black, and a few pretty stars twinkled in the evening sky. The air breezed gently against my bare arms, and it was a nice, summery warm breeze.

I looked to my side, to see a handsome, pale face smiling at me. Godric. My Godric. His hand was gently weaving its way through my hair, his fingernails brushing against my scalp. My head was lying on his muscled chest.

I lifted my head a little, and surveyed the lawn. People were milling about, looking bewildered or confused. Most people had these weird wreath-hat things on their heads, and they were wearing dresses.

Wait, what the fuck? Wearing dresses? They were the white, toga-shaped ones – you know, the dresses you saw Greek gods and shit wear. I was beginning to wonder just how much I'd missed.

I was about to open my mouth to question the scene around me, until I felt a hand clamp over my forehead, and push me downwards. My head was placed back on Godric's hard chest, and his hand did its magical threading through my hair.

"Godric!" I heard Sookie scold sternly. "Doing that is only going to make her more relaxed! She'll fall asleep again, and then she'll never get to sleep tonight."

I sighed, then pursed my lips, remembering something. "Actually, I didn't fall asleep on my own," I pointed out, sending a heated glare at Godric, who just smirked innocently. "…I was, in fact, glamoured to sleep, by a certain vampire," I added, pointing at Godric.

Sookie sighed wearily, and rubbed her temples. "That doesn't matter," She said tiredly, "It's all over now, anyway." I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Had they gotten rid of Maryann?

"What happened while I was asleep?" I asked suspiciously. Sookie smiled gently.

"Well, turns out that Maryann wanted to marry her God, Dionysus," Sookie explained, and I gave her an incredulous look. "And she wanted Sam as a sacrifice. A present for her "fiancé"."

"What a crazy bitch," I muttered. "That explains why she wanted me as a Maid of Honour. What happened to her, then? Judging by everyone's normalcy, I'm guessing you got rid of her." Sookie nodded, and sighed.

"Yep. Sam tricked her by making Maryann think he was her God," She answered.

"Oh?" I questioned interestedly. "How did he manage that?"

Sookie laughed nervously. "W-well, you see…Sam turned into a bull, and pierced through her," She said, "Then he crushed her heart. She's, uh, dead."

"Oh, so Sam is a shifter, of sorts?" I asked, and Sookie looked surprised.

"You aren't…shocked?" She blurted out, confused. I laughed loudly, and I felt Godric lips press against my forehead, as he stroked my hair, muttering something about my laugh being beautiful.

"…Well, Sook, once you've seen the stuff I've seen, there's no room for surprises. This town is full of weird stuff. You just gotta look for 'em." Sookie gave me a curious look, but she shrugged it off.

"Anyway, everyone's out of Maryann's mind-control thing," Sookie said, sighing in relief. "That means no more black-eyed crazies running about town. Everyone was pretty confused when they found themselves on my lawn, though. They don't remember anything."

My dark eyes sparkled in amusement. "They don't remember anything?" I questioned, and Sookie shook her head.

"Yeah," She laughed in disbelief. "And I've got to clean up the house. Maryann made it all pagan-style. It's disgusting. I mean, she was probably cutting up hearts on the kitchen counter," Sook said, and we both made faces of disgust.

"Please, disinfect everything," I ordered seriously, and we both laughed. We stopped our laughter, however, when a shrill scream cut through the night air. I looked up, to see Jane Bodehouse, staring at something in her hands, horrorstruck. I noticed Jason running over, asking Jane if she was alright, and she replied that she'd "cut her finger". I shivered – I honestly was not interested to learn more about that.

"I kind of walked in on her cutting her own finger, with my kitchen knife," Sook admitted, grimacing. I made a grossed-out face.

"Please tell me she was under Maryann's influence when that happened," I pleaded, shivering in displeasure. Sookie nodded.

"Yep. It's not something I wanna see again," She said, and I agreed wholeheartedly. I watched as Jason led Jane away, probably to the ER. I smiled, watching him go, a supportive arm wrapped around Jane.

"So," I said suddenly, yawning. "What's gonna happen now?" I asked, and tried to sit up. However, Godric just growled, and kept me to his chest with his arm, his hand still weaving relaxingly through my hair. I sighed, rolling my dark orbs.

"Well, it's back to working at Merlotte's tomorrow," Sookie answered. "And you've got school again, soon, don't forget. You can stay at Godric's house for the rest of the summer, but I want you back home before school starts up," Sookie ordered me sternly.

Godric's grip around me tightened possessively, and his feral snarl ripped through the black night, causing a few heads to turn. "I did not agree to any of that," He growled. I cringed, feeling the anger and possessiveness in his emotions. "My Rose will be staying with me. And I do not see why I cannot order one of my maids to tutor her."

Sook looked pretty pissed. "Look, Godric," She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Rose is a normal, teenage girl. She needs to go to school, learn, get good grades, and act like she doesn't live in a world of vampires." I almost pointed out that I was not, in fact, a normal teenage girl. Being half-mythical creature doesn't count as being "normal".

Godric sat up suddenly, pulling me with him. My head bumped against his abs as he did so, and I felt the growl of outrage rumbling deep in his chest, and hearing it rip out of his throat. His muscled arms locked around my upper body, daring Sookie to take me away from him. "You cannot deny that my mate lives in a world of vampires. She was born to live in it. The moment she was conceived, the moment she took her first breath – that was when it was drilled into her."

"Look," Sookie grumbled, "You just have to accept, that my sister has a school life. She has school friends. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if she had a boyfriend." As soon as that word left Sook's lips, I regretted ever asking what was going to happen. Godric's body started to shake, and his eyes darkened with uncontrollable rage. His fangs popped down, and I could feel the anger and jealousy explode out of him like a bomb. It almost sent me reeling, had Godric not been clutching me tightly to him.

"Who is this "boyfriend?"" Godric asked darkly, his voice raspy with rage. "I will destroy him for even thinking he is worthy of my Rose's presence." Sookie looked a little scared of him at that moment. I mean, I know I would, had I not been almost suffocating in Godric's tight grip.

"I don't have a boyfriend at school," I wheezed out, "My boyfriend is a vampire, and that's Godric." I felt his grip loosen at this, and I sucked in delicious air.

Godric nodded, satisfied. "Good. I do not like weak competition," He declared, and I sighed. Sookie gulped nervously, and shifted back a few inches. Godric's bluish-grey eyes stared Sook down, almost menacingly. "Rose will stay with me from now on. And that means forever. I will have my best humans to tutor her. She does not need a school."

Sookie frowned. "Godric, you can't just make big decisions like this! I am her legal guardian!"

"A mate's say overrules this," He countered fiercely.

"Yes, in vampire law! I'm talkin' about human law!" Sookie replied, frustrated. Godric narrowed his beautiful eyes.

"Then I shall become her legal guardian," Godric declared, and I sighed wearily, as Sookie looked like she was about to burst in outrage. "If that is what it takes to satisfy these ridiculous human laws, then it is what I shall do."

"You need permission! You can't just become her new guardian!" Sookie yelled at him, and Godric laughed darkly.

"Then I will get permission," Godric said threateningly. I groaned. Why did it have to be like this?! Jeez.

"Do I get a say in this?" I cut in, disturbing their heated glare-down.

Both of their heads snapped to look at me. "No," They both replied simultaneously, before going back to their stare downs. I just sighed deeply, and leaned back into Godric's impossibly hard, yet comfortable chest. I tuned out my sister and mate's bickering, and wondered if I should try falling asleep again.

I let my eyes flutter closed, and this time, sleep came to me – without the use of glamour.

I woke up to the sound twittering birds, and the sun shining strongly onto my face. I winced slightly as I opened my eyes, momentarily being blinded by the fierce sun. It was hot. Boiling, actually. So much so, that I was sweating underneath my bedsheets. I cringed when I saw the dark patches of sweat on my pyjama shirt, and wondered why I hadn't worn lighter clothing to bed.

Wait a minute… I didn't remember getting changed into pyjamas. And I didn't own these clothes! And I certainly didn't own this bed, either, which was an expensive king-sized one. Plus, I didn't recognise this room, which was way too fancy for Sookie to afford. Now that I thought about it, where the hell was I?

Last thing I could remember, was falling asleep – against Godric's chest. Obviously, I had not been taken back home. To say I was curious was an understatement. I was also a little scared. I mean, how would you feel, waking up one morning to find yourself in completely unfamiliar surroundings?

I slid out of the humongous bed, and surveyed the bedroom – which looked as if it should have been built for a princess. There was a wide, clear window, which was slightly ajar. The red curtains were drawn, which let the light filter into the massive room, lighting it up. Opposite the king-sized bed was a big, oak desk, which had little jars on it, filled with pens and pencils. In the far corner of the room was a mammoth-sized cabinet, which took up a generous amount of the bedroom.

I walked over to it, and gently ran my fingers across the smooth wood. Before I could stop myself, my hands curled around the cabinet knobs, and I yanked the doors open. My eyes nearly bugged out of their tired sockets at what I saw. Row after row of designer clothes. There were dresses – some low-cut and tight, others flowy and long. Jeans, t-shirts and tank tops were all folded neatly in their respective piles on the floor of the cabinet, and the shoes had their own little space beneath that. There were high heels, all ranging colours and heel sizes, flat party pumps, and causal shoes – like high tops, trainers, and tennis shoes. A couple pairs of flip-flops also lined the cabinet wall. Oddly enough, all the clothes, shoes and dresses were exactly my size. It was as if this room was meant for me.

My dark eyes flickered over to the huge chest of drawers beside the cabinet. I padded over to it, my bare feet brushing on the soft, burgundy carpet. Of course, I had a pretty good idea what was in here. When I opened the drawers, my theory was correct. Underwear. Lots of underwear. And the even creepier thing? They were all the same sizes, too. Even the bra sizes! I'm not going to describe the different kinds of underwear, for obvious reasons – but I'll just say they ranged from decent to…indecent. In other drawers, there were things like swimsuits – most of them bikinis – and pyjamas. All in all, the room was chock-a-block with clothes, more so than I'd ever seen in my entire life.

Swivelling round on the plush carpet, I noticed an en-suite on the far side of the room. Deciding a shower, and a good scrubbing of my hair was needed, I made my way over to it. It was like any other bathroom…only, much, much bigger. There was a bath and a shower, the bath being so gigantic, that it probably could have fit three or four people with room to spare. Then there was the shower: spacious, with fancy showering equipment. There was a toilet, sink, and cabinet, all filled with the usual stuff. There were towels hanging up on the racks, so I didn't need to worry about finding any. Without further question, I turned the shower on and jumped in.

I hadn't had a proper shower since Hotel Carmilla – yes, the private jet did have showers, but I hadn't really found a point in having one, seeing as the ride was only less than an hour. Plus, I couldn't trust Eric's perverted ways. And then I hadn't had a chance to have one when I'd gotten back to Louisiana, seeing as I'd had to go save my town from being run over by a crazy Maenad from Greek legends.

So, you can see why I was grateful for the hot, relaxing water than nearly scalded my pale skin. I revelled in it, smiling in satisfaction. My eyes scanned the shower shelf, and my soft smile widened into a Cheshire-worthy grin. Apple-scented shampoo! My favourite! Sure, I liked Jason's raspberry shampoo, but nothing, absolutely nothing beat apple. I grabbed the clear, green bottle, and eagerly squeezed some of the lovely liquid out. Before long, I was singing loudly in the shower, washing the suds out of my dark hair.

I exited the steaming bathroom, after having brushed my teeth furiously, and combing my wet hair neatly. However, when I softly closed the bathroom door behind me clad in only a towel, and turned around, I nearly jumped out of my skin. There were three girls in my room, around my age, or so. One girl was making my massive bed, and fluffing up the pillows, before placing everything perfectly as if it had never been touched. The other one was dusting the room, and the last one was sifting through the chest of drawers.

I cleared my throat, and the girls all turned to look at me, smiling. "Ah – erm, uhh…hi," Was all I managed to croak out. They giggled amongst themselves, and it was then that I noticed that they were wearing traditional maid outfits.

They all bowed respectively, and I raised a questioning eyebrow. "Mistress Rosalie," They said together, "Good morning!" They chirped. I was slightly disturbed by how they said things together like that. When I looked closer, I realised that the three of them were identical. The girls noticed my curious expression.

"We're the maid triplets," One said happily. "We work in the bedrooms throughout the mansion!" She said, and the other two nodded. Ah, so they were triplets? It made sense, of course.

The one who had been looking through the drawers came over, a set of underwear in her arms. The two other girls went away to look through the cabinet, and they brought out a summery, flowing yellow dress. One of them came over to give me the dress.

I frowned, and shook my head. "Er, no thanks," I said, "I hate dresses…"

She looked slightly panicked at this. "Oh, but the Master ordered us to get you this dress to wear!" She said pleadingly, and I narrowed my eyes in wonder.

"The Master?" I asked, curiously. Who was this "Master?" Did he own this place? "Who is your Master?"

She smiled widely at me. "Mistress, you already know him very well," She answered, moving over to the cabinet to pluck out some flip-flops. She dropped them at my bare feet, and another triplet came over to give me the underwear. She pushed me towards a wide changing screen, which definitely hadn't been there before – and scampered off after shoving the underwear in my arms.

I shrugged, and proceeded to change out of my sweaty pyjamas – which consisted of short-shorts and a long shirt (I sincerely hoped that a woman or girl had undressed me while I was asleep). I put on the underwear, and stepped out the changing screen, only to be gently grabbed by my naked shoulders, and pushed into the centre of the room. "Put your arms up, Mistress," One of the triplets asked politely, and immediately pulled the summer dress over my head. I sighed, twirling around in the flowy dress. I looked at the triplets, who were nodding in satisfaction at my attire. "…Perfect," The one who'd dressed me gushed. "Absolute perfection."

I blushed a little, patting my neck nervously. "Uhmm, what are your names?" I asked, hoping to chase away the awkwardness. The girls looked shocked, and pleasantly surprised.

"You…would like to know our names, Mistress?" She asked, bewildered. I gave them odd looks.

"Yes, please," I said, nodding. "Is that a problem?" I asked, geniuely curious. The three of them paled, and they shook their heads.

"N-no, Mistress!" One said quickly. "It's just, we've never been asked for our names before." I stared at them curiously for a bit longer, before nodding my head slowly.

"Okay. Your names, then?" I asked, gesturing to the first triplet. They all smiled, and the first one told me her name.

"I'm Alexandra, but you can call me Alex," The first one informed me, and I smiled, looking over to the other two. I found out their names were Audrey and Amber. I grinned jokingly to myself, realising their names all began with an "A".

"So," I said, stepping into the flip-flops. "Why do you all keep calling me Mistress? And where am I, anyway?"

Amber chuckled. "Well, you belong to our Master, therefore you are our Mistress," She answered, and I pursed my lips.

"I do not belong to anyone!" I declared loudly, and Alex came over to clamp a hand over my mouth.

"Shh, please, Mistress Rosalie," Alex whispered. "Master is not asleep yet. If he hears you saying that, he will be mad," She said warningly. Audrey and Amber nodded seriously.

"Really, who is this Master?!" I asked in exasperation, throwing my arms up in the air. "And where the hell am I?!"

The triplets exchanged glances. Alex cleared her throat. "Well, you're in Wooburke Mansion," She said. "You and Master's home…"

Then it clicked. Of course – how could I have so stupid? I was in Godric's home, of course. I should have realised that sooner. I guess my fuzzy mind wasn't really generating many brain cells today. But, did that mean Godric had won the argument between Sookie and him? Was I to quit school, and be tutored? Did that mean I'd be living here from now on? I wasn't sure what my thoughts were on that yet, so I changed the subject.

"So, your Master is Godric, I'm guessing?"

They all nodded, smiling. "Took you long enough, Mistress," Audrey laughed. She took my hand, and walked over to the large, heavy door. She opened it, and led me out the bedroom, her two sisters following us.

"Where are we going?" I asked Audrey, and she smiled softly.

"To the breakfast room, of course," She said, as though it was obvious. She led me down a long, carpeted hallway, and we eventually emerged out of it, and into a large, entrance hall. I recognised this entrance hall, of course. I'd come here last night, before Bill came, claiming Bon Temps was in trouble. I instantly noticed the large, old-fashioned chandelier that hung from the ceiling, and I grinned.

We passed all of that, though, and continued onwards, down the large steps and into a door on the opposite side of the room. Inside was an overly large kitchen, with a counter and raised seats. Audrey gestured for me to take a seat, so I did.

I noticed that there was somebody new in the kitchen – somebody I hadn't seen yet. It was a boy, around my age, probably older. He had long, blondish-shaggy hair, which hung just above his sea-green eyes. He was quite tall, and rather lean, too. I noticed that he was wearing a white apron, and I came to the conclusion that he must have been some kind of kitchen chef.

"Aaron, the Mistress is ready for breakfast," Audrey called, and the blonde boy swivelled round, silver pan in hand. His green eyes looked at the triplets, before scanning the room, and settling on me. His mouth curved into a smile, and he strutted over to me. The boy bowed deeply – almost to the point where it was exaggerated. He took my hand, and gently kissed my knuckles. His light orbs flickered up to mine, and he smirked.

"Aaron!" Alex shrieked. "You know Master Godric would be angry, if he saw you so close to Mistress Rosalie like that!"

The blonde chef – whose name I now knew as Aaron – rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Oh, lighten up, Al," He sighed, his grin lopsided. "Godric doesn't scare me."

"Aaron, you mustn't call Master Godric by his first name like that," Amber whispered urgently. "Only Mistress Rosalie can." I grimaced. I really did not enjoy being called "Mistress". It made me feel like I was a mean slave owner or something.

"Don't call me that," I asked pleadingly. "Just call me Rose. That's what mostly everyone calls me, anyway." The triplets looked unsure, while Aaron just shrugged, and grinned at me. He leaned his elbows on the counter, and stared straight into my eyes.

"Then you can call me Aaron, honey," Aaron said, winking. I blushed, not really expecting that. His grin widened, seeing the pink tinge on my cheeks. Before he could open his mouth to say something else, though, Aaron was violently plonked on the head with a wooden spoon.

He growled, glaring at Alex, who'd whacked it on his head. Alex was glaring right back at him. "Stop flirting with Master Godric's mate, Aaron!" She cried. "She's taken!"

Aaron grumbled, but ignored her, turning back to me. "So, sweets, what would you like for breakfast, hmm?" He asked, smiling slyly. I raised an eyebrow. This guy tried too hard – that was for sure.

"Um, what've you got?" I asked. Aaron laughed deeply, and stood up.

"I make the meanest eggs and toast," He offered, and I smiled, nodding. Aaron got to work immediately, by cracking eggs in a bowl. While he worked on my breakfast, my mind wandered to Sookie. What had happened last night?

"Hey, guys," I called, gaining the attention of Amber, Audrey, Alex and Aaron. "Do you know what happened between my sister and Godric?" I asked. They all looked a little confused.

"What do you mean, Mi – uh, Rosalie," Amber asked, quickly covering up her mistake. I smiled, shaking my head.

"It's okay, nevermind. You guys probably don't know," I sighed. I needed to have a chat with Godric. I hoped he hadn't done anything bad to Sook, just to get his own way. I'd never forgive him if he did.

I watched as Aaron served up a plate of steaming scrambled eggs, and squared buttered toast at the side. He placed the dish in front of me, along with a fork, grinning. "Taste this, honey, and tell me what you think." I looked at him questionably, and lifted the fork, picking up some of the egg and placing it in my mouth. My eyes widened at the tingling sensation on my tastebuds.

"This…it's heaven!" I cried, my voice slightly muffled by the scrambled eggs. The triplets giggled, and Aaron just looked smug. Jeez, I could see why Godric hired him as a chef. He was a damn good one. I pointed at him. "I order you now to cook all my meals," I said in my best authoritative tone. Aaron raised an eyebrow, and leaned closer to me.

"Only on one condition, honey," He said, and reached out for my hand. "Go out with me –" Before he could say anything else, he was violently pushed away, causing him to land on his arse with a thump. I looked on in amusement at the triplets, who had their hands on their hips, glowering at Aaron.

I cleared my throat. "I'm afraid I'm taken, Aaron," I said, amused. Aaron pouted, and I laughed. "But you already knew that, didn't you? Godric is rather…possessive."

Aaron stood up, and puffed out his chest. "I'm not afraid of Godric!" He declared. The triplets bashed him on the head again, and he covered his assaulted head, groaning.

"You will be if he sees you talking to Rosalie like that," Alex hissed. Then she turned around to smile at me. "Would you come with me? Master Godric is in his room. He asked me to bring you to him after breakfast."

I nodded, and followed Alexandra out of the kitchen. I looked around once more to see Aaron, who was being repeatedly scolded by Amber and Audrey. I grinned, shaking my head, and turned back around.

Alex led me through the large entrance hall and up the stairs again. We walked down a long, carpeted hallway, until we came to a set of massive, oak doors. She turned to me. "Master Godric will not go to sleep properly until you are with him," She explained, and I raised an eyebrow.

"He…can't go to sleep…without me?" I asked, unsure, and a little amused. Alex nodded seriously.

"He finds it easier to sleep when you are in his arms," Alex said, and I "awwed" out loud. That was just adorable, really. Sometimes, instead of a fierce Roman vampire, he acted more like a cuddly little thing. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that.

Alex knocked gently on the door. "Master Godric, Rosalie is here," She said through the door, and then slowly pushed them open. Alex gestured for me to walk in.

I padded into Godric's room, and was met by solid darkness. I had expected this, of course – it was the morning after, all. Therefore it was light, and that meant sun. The heavy doors closed softly behind me, and I turned around, slightly panicked.

"Do not be afraid, my Rose," Godric called from the darkness. I spun back around. "Over here," He said, and I made my way through the darkness. I could see Godric's muscly figure, sitting on the edge of his bed. I sat down beside him, and I felt his cold hand wrap around mine.

"Can't you sleep?" I whispered, and Godric's other hand came up to brush my cheek.

"No," He said quietly. "Not without you, my Rose," Godric leaned closer to me, and sniffed. He chuckled lowly. "My chef made a move on you, I see?"

I stiffened. "Please don't get mad at him," I pleaded softly. "He –" I was cut off by Godric's pale hand on my mouth.

"It is alright," He said softly, dismissing my worry. Godric wrapped his arms around my waist, and, in a burst of quick speed, we were lying under the bedsheets. Godric pulled me closer to him, and nuzzled his face into my neck, his hand stroking my hair. He sighed deeply in contentment. "Ah, much better. I think I can sleep now." I saw his eyes start to close, but I spoke before he went into his deep sleep.

"What happened last night between my sister and you?" I asked quietly. Godric kissed my collarbone lightly, before speaking, his voice heavy with sleep.

"We made a compromise," Godric answered. I was about to ask more about it, but Godric chuckled, and kissed me on the lips before I could say anything. "…Which I will explain to you more in the evening." Then he fell asleep, his hand still tangled in my dark hair.

Hope you guys liked that chapter:) I was re-reading it, and just found it so cute how Godric couldn't sleep without Rose:') But what was the compromise Sookie and Godric made last night?! Nobody knows! Bwahahaha! (Except for me of course, duh -.-)