Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood!

A/N – I was re-watching episode 1 season 1 of True Blood, and I just realised something…The scene when Sookie returns home, when we first meet Adele Stackhouse, she is reading a Charlaine Harris novel. Isn't that kind of 'breaking the fourth wall'? Just wondering if anyone else noticed it :3

Chapter twenty-seven! ~

The week seemed to pass at a torturous snail's pace. All week, I'd been pining on a shred of hope – that maybe, just maybe Sookie would call. I hadn't heard from her since Monday – the day she left – and I hoped that nothing bad had happened to her.

I'd told Godric about the encounter with the werewolves in the forest, as well as Uncle El's information about my 'changeover', and he seemed even more shaken up. He already had enough on his plate, what, with Aaron and his dark promises. Now Godric seemed more determined than ever to keep me in his arms, and locked away from the outside world. I had to remind him quite a few times that I had school, and I couldn't just stay cooped up in the mansion all day.

Now that I thought about it, hadn't Sookie mentioned that werewolves had kidnapped Bill? If so, were the werewolves who tried to take me, connected to his kidnapping? Why did they want me? Tony had mentioned there being a 'second-in-command', who had wanted me. And the boss was three-thousand years old, so there was no doubt in my mind that he was a vampire. Was this vampire the one who ordered Bill's capture, too?

I sighed, sinking back into one of the plush couches in the overly large living room. I had so many questions, and no answers. I stared down miserably at my shirt, and played with the hem of my short sleeved t-shirt. I sighed again.

"You appear to be sighing a lot, my love," Godric pointed out, waltzing at a human's pace into the lounge. I noted how he was bare-chested, save for a pair of grey trackie pants, which hung dangerously loose on his bottom half. His tattoos glinted in all their glory in the dim lighting. I noticed his hair was a little tousled, and it made him look irresistibly cute. He flashed over to my couch, and suddenly, I was sitting in his lap.

"Just woken up?" I inquired, trying to recover the initial shock of being tossed in his lap.

Godric wove his muscular arms around my waist, and pulled me backwards into his chest. He stopped my hands from doing their relentless fidgeting, and he took my fingers so he could fidget with them himself.

"Yes," He replied, leaning down to suckle at the base of my neck. I let out an involuntary moan, and wriggled against his lap, causing him to growl darkly. I blushed suddenly, realising I could feel a hardness press into my lower back.

"You seem awfully lively for someone who's just woken up," I teased, shifting around so I could press my lips against his. Godric complied immediately, and easily dominated the kiss. His hands travelled up slowly to tangle in my wild, dark hair.

"I have been dreaming about you all day," Godric admitted huskily, trailing a set of icy kisses along my jaw. Suddenly, he stopped his assault on my face, and pulled me into his chest. "Tell me, my Rose, what is the matter? All day I sensed your worry. And you have been sighing a lot."

I grumbled into his chest, and his body shook with a chuckle. "It's just…I guess I'm just worrying about my sister, and Bill," I sighed, "She hasn't called for a week. Something tells me she's in trouble. Plus, there are those werewolves that tried to take me. I wish I had more answers."

Godric lifted a hand to gently stroke my hair. He leaned down to whisper in my ear soothingly. "Everything will turn out fine, my love," He assured me. "It always does. My friends are trying to find this boss of theirs. And whoever their second-in-command is, I won't let him lay a finger on you."

I smiled gratefully, and put my lips against his temple in a sweet kiss. Apparently, this wasn't enough for the attention-deprived vampire, because in the blink of an eye, he was on top of me, my back on the couch. His mouth connected with mine in another hot kiss, and his tongue swept my bottom lip eagerly. I complied with barely any restraint, and I could practically feel his triumphant smirk.

Godric's hands slid up against my flat stomach, lifting up my overly large pyjama shirt as he went. Suddenly, I grabbed his hands, and stopped their ascent. He let out a lust-filled groan, and trailed kisses along my jaw, seemingly annoyed for my reluctance.

"Godric," I sighed, looking into his bluish-grey eyes. He pouted, and sucked on my neck. "Whoa, hold up there," I let out a breath of laughter, and pushed on his forehead. He lifted his head, frowning.

"What?" He whined, and I rolled my eyes. Godric was acting like the kid who hadn't gotten his candy.

"Did you apologize to the triplets?" I asked demandingly, attempting to sit up, but he forced me to stay in my current position with a push and a low growl. He leaned down again to sniff my hair, and I let out a long sigh. "Godric," I hissed warningly.

If Godric was one thing, it was stubborn. He knew what he'd done a week ago was out of line. Frankly, I was surprised he'd been like that to Alex, Audrey and Amber. He was usually the one saying how he wanted humans and vampires to coexist, yet he'd done the complete opposite. Of course, he'd apologized to me, and explained his actions in more detail.

The mate bond, as Godric had explained to me, was extremely strong. Just one little mishap, no matter how small, could send a mate into frenzy. Godric, for a moment, had panicked because I wasn't beside him. And when he'd found me in the servant's quarters, he'd been furious – mainly because I hadn't been there with him or something. He'd explained he hadn't really been mad at the triplets – he'd just kind of panicked.

I had replied grudgingly that he hadn't needed to insult the girls like that, and he needed better self-control. Of course, he'd told me that he did have self-control – he was two thousand years old, after all – he just didn't have it around me.

Not the best thing to say to your pissed off girlfriend.

Apparently, if I or Godric were to die somehow, we'd eventually go crazy. Like Aaron, for example – the loss of his mate had turned him into a delusional, crazy lunatic. Well, I had yet to see much of his crazy side, but the others had insisted it wasn't pretty.

Okay, so maybe I understood his point of view. He wakes up in a panic, tries to find me, and when he does, totally loses his mind for a split second. But still, he needed to bloody apologize. End of story.

I sent him a stern glare. Godric looked at me for a couple more moments, an unreadable expression on his handsome face. Eventually, he let out a soft sigh, before speaking. "Yes, I did apologize for my actions," He replied solemnly. "It was wrong of me. They understood the reasons for my rudeness, though," He said, and I nodded.

"And…?" I raised my eyebrows expectantly. Godric chuckled amusedly.

"I said that you could go to their room as much as you like, and they can visit your room as often as they wish," He said. I traced the tattoos on his right arm, causing a pleasurable shudder to ripple through his body.

"Good," I said, nodding in approval. "Oh, and by the way, I can't always be beside you when you wake up in the night," I laughed, and he grimaced.

"Why not?" Godric asked, a hint of anger in his tone. I rolled my eyes.

"Why do you think, silly?" I chuckled. "I wake up in the mornings. What point would there be if I got back into bed in the evenings, just to watch you wake up?" I raised my eyebrows at him, a smile on my face.

"It would help my paranoia," Godric pointed out, leaning over to nuzzle his face into my neck. "And I wouldn't be so inclined to…lose my mind," He breathed out a chuckle, moving down to kiss my neck as his fingers found my hair. I grasped the back of his head, biting my lip as he sucked at my skin, nibbling and teasing it.

I pushed him away again, and he snarled this time. I raised an eyebrow, and looked up at him, studying his reaction. His fangs just peeked out from his upper lip, and his eyes were a mix of lust and frustration. "Stop pushing me away," He growled, leaning his arms on either side of my head. He leant down to try and kiss me, but I angled my face away.

Godric let out a puff of anger, and plopped his head down on my chest, looking up at me with an annoyed expression. I grinned, shaking my head. "What is it?" Godric sighed, frustrated. "I want to make love to you again. I know you want me." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I laughed loudly, and threaded my fingers through Godric's tousled hair. "My god, that reminded me of Rory. He does that all the time," I chuckled. A growl rumbled deep in Godric's chest.

"He does suggestive signs to you? I will kill him."

My eyes widened. "Er – no, no! Not like that, Godric," I assured him. "He means it in a jokey way. Honest." Godric huffed, but let it go.

"I meant to ask you, my Rose…why is there a picture of Rory half-naked on your phone?" He asked accusingly, pushing himself upwards so he loomed over me again. The blood in my cheeks immediately drained away.

Goddamn, I should have deleted that…

I had better explain it was merely for revenge, so –

"Wait a minute!" I asked suddenly, cutting off my own thoughts. "What were you looking through my phone for?!"

Godric shrugged, but he was far from letting me off. "I was making sure you had no male…school friends in your contacts."

My eyelid twitched. Okay. This brought clingy and overprotective to a new fucking level.

"Listen, you don't just look through other people's contacts," I groaned. "It's considered rude."

"It is considered rude for my mate to have naked pictures of other men on her phone," Godric hissed back, glaring at me. "What did Rory say to you? Did he corrupt your mind? He better not have touched what is mine –"

"Jesus, Godric!" I cried, exasperated. I tried to push him off me, but Godric kept me locked in place, his hands keeping my arms down, and his muscled body covering mine. "I wasn't doing anything with Rory! It was a prank!"

He looked down at me with a hard, calculating gaze. Small strands of his dark hair swept across my forehead, and I resisted the urge to blow them away. It probably wouldn't have made my awkward situation any better.

"Why did you feel the need to…prank my chauffeur?" Godric asked, a hard edge to his tone. A frown pulled at my lips, and a light dusting of pink spread across my cheeks. Godric noticed this, and raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

I bit my lip, wondering how on earth I could explain this and not have my somewhat cool resolve crumble into broken pieces. Fortunately, Godric was distracted. His bluish-grey eyes wandered down to my bottom lip, which was slightly red and bleeding from my incessant biting. I couldn't help but give one more small little nibble on the plump flesh, causing a groan to sound out Godric's throat.

His hands clamped down on mine, keeping them tight against the softness of the couch. He lowered his heavy body down onto mine, trapping me further into his embrace. Before I could fully comprehend or work out his motives, Godric had lowered his mouth to my ear, and whispered in the silkiest voice possible.

"You know, you really should not tease me like that. Unintentional or not, I am finding it rather hard not to rip these clothes off your body and fuck you right here on the couch."

I shivered involuntarily, causing him to smirk devilishly. "I – I believe you were going to ask me why I pranked Rory," I said quietly, my voice slightly husky. I tried feebly to wriggle out his enticing grip, even though a good portion of me wanted to stay there and let him have his way.

Godric grinned, and suddenly, he leaned down to my face. I looked at him curiously, as his tongue swept out and brushed across my assaulted lip. He moaned softly, tasting the miniscule amount of blood that I'd bitten forth.

I continued to watch him in wonderment. His face was twisted in a look of pure ecstasy, as if he tasted the best gourmet dish in a five-star restaurant. Then he swooped down again, and his top lip lodged itself in between both mine. I felt him sucking before I heard it. It was an odd feeling, to be trapped underneath a man's body, having him suck the blood out your bottom lip.

I started to imagine what this might look like if somebody walked in.

Unfortunately for me, before I could push him away, (again), I started to feel the pangs of furious pleasure. I moaned loudly against his lips, my voice muffled by his mouth and the loud slurping noises he was making.

God, it was such a turn on.

No! I had to push him away. I had been trying to ask him a question for the past half hour now, but he always seemed to distract me with this. Goddamit, I was a Stackhouse! Stackhouses did not fall for men's charms so easily.

Okay, so maybe that was slightly ironic, I thought, thinking of Sookie and Bill. And it wasn't like I was screaming out rape for the whole mansion to hear, right? A good part of me wanted this. But I would not fall for his trap!

The logical side of my brain was stating rather fiercely that yes, I was falling for his bloody trap. And that I should retaliate, and ask him the question floating about my head. But the other, slightly un-logical, somewhat pleasure-centre side of my brain was thinking the exact opposite.

Give in. Let him fuck you right on this couch, ask that question later.

Or scurry away like a little coward and hide under the bedsheets.

In any case, Godric would have gotten me. If I stayed here, I surely would have been taken right there. But If I ran away, he would have caught me in the blink of an eye. See what I mean? No justice in both options…yet both were embarrassingly alluring.

I was pulled out my line of thoughts when a cold hand slipped under my pyjama shorts.

"Whoa, hold up!" I shrieked, yanking his hand out before it could brush any…womanly parts. Godric's head snapped up, and my breath caught. His eyes were completely black with lust, and his fangs had grown to a sharp, scary length. Okay. Not good.

"Godric, you need to calm down," I ordered, placing both my palms against his cheeks. At my touch, his features seemed to soften, and his eyes almost immediately flickered back to their normal bluish-grey colour.

I guess he meant it when he said he had no self-control around me…

"I…I apologize," Godric stuttered, leaning away from me. "You should not have bitten your mouth like that…I – " He cut himself off, and drew in a deep, calming breath, (not that it would help him physically – his lungs had stopped working centuries ago).

"It is difficult…to pull myself away from the smell of your blood," He admitted. "Not only is your blood my favourite type – O negative – it also smells and tastes absolutely irresistible."

I quirked an eyebrow, and sat up myself. "Er – okay," I said nervously. "That makes me feel loads better…"

"I am so sorry, my love," Godric whispered, a sorrowful expression on his handsome face, and pounced forward. I seriously thought he was gonna suck all my blood out right then, and drew in a breath to let rip a nice, big scream.

Fortunately for me, he just pounced forward to give me a rather passionate hug.

I froze in his embrace for a couple of moments, before relaxing, and melting into his chest. Godric wrapped his strong arms around my back, and tucked my head under his chin. Now seemed like a good time to ask my question, which had been bugging me all day.

"Listen, Godric…" I mumbled into his chest. Godric 'hmmed' for me to continue, which I did. "There's this party tomorrow night –"

"Absolutely not," Godric cut me off firmly.

"But –"

"No."

"Godric, you –"

"NO."

"Please?"

"I said no, Rosalie," Godric snapped. I pushed myself out his embrace, and put on the best puppy-dog face I could.

"Come on, Godric. Please?" I asked, looking up at him with my big, dark eyes pleadingly. I jut out my bottom lip, and made it quiver for good measure. When it came to being a suck-up, I was bloody brilliant. Nobody could withstand this. So called 'strong' men like Jason Stackhouse always caved into my amazing charms!

"Definitely not," Godric sniffed without a trace of guilt. My jaw dropped.

What? How on earth could he have resisted my grovelling? Was his conscience made of steel?!

As if reading my mind, Godric said, "Many human women over the years have tried that on me, my Rose," He chuckled. "I am rather used to it. You may be my beloved mate, but I can resist such petty charms."

I frowned. Well then. That went down the plughole rather quickly.

Suddenly, I thought of something rather nasty. "What do you mean, 'many human women over the years have tried that,'?" I asked, my face twisting in disgust. Godric opened his mouth to protest, but I held a hand up. "Actually, I don't wanna know. Keep those ones to yourself." I shuddered momentarily.

Godric cleared his throat. "I am still waiting to why you decided to prank Rory," He said suddenly, and I groaned in embarrassment. Godric studied me with childish curiosity. An idea suddenly bloomed in my mind.

"Godric," I started, grinning, "I'll tell you why, as long as you let me go to that party tomorrow night."

The ancient vampire seemed to be contemplating this rather seriously. For a two-thousand year old roman vampire, his curiosity seemed to be that of a child's. I couldn't blame him, really. He was only about seventeen or so when he was turned.

I watched with raised eyebrows as a mischievous glint appeared in Godric's eye. "Alright, deal. But only on one condition," He said, and I nodded eagerly. "You have to let me make love to you again tonight as well."

I pursed my lips. I had a feeling it would come to this. Oh well.

"Deal," I said, and I felt a small spark of lust ignite in his emotions. I shuddered internally, and not in a bad way. Godric was full on grinning now, the cocky bastard.

Almost instantly, I was in his lap, my back against his chest. He was covering my neck with butterfly kisses, and twirling little invisible patterns on my arms. I twisted away from him.

"You're a horny little bugger tonight, aren't you?" I sighed knowingly, and Godric grinned, tightening his hold around me. "Don't you want to know why I pranked Rory first?"

Godric nodded. "Yes. Please elaborate," He said seriously. I almost giggled. It was pretty hard for me to take him seriously when he was acting seriously, so to speak. He looked too cute, in my point of view.

"Well," I cleared my throat, mentally preparing myself for the embarrassment that was sure to come. "Early this morning, I was eating breakfast, when suddenly, he walks in…"

Unknown P.O.V

"Those idiots couldn't get her?" I snarled from the high-backed velvet chair. My voice rung through the wide chamber, echoing off the deep maroon walls. I felt my anger spike, and my fists clenched. "Ridiculous. And they were supposed to be one of the best wolf packs."

"I know, I'm sorry sir, we just –"

"You just what?" I sneered, cutting off the man who was kneeled before me. He was one of those filthy wolves. "I am starting to wonder just why on earth the King hired you beasts."

The man, whose name I recall was Joshua, jumped up from his kneeling position, and hissed loudly. "How dare you! You have no right –"

"Ah, ah, ah," I sighed, waggling a finger. "I am second-in-command, Joshua. You have no right to order me around. A flick of my wrist, and I could end you. Right here." I smirked cruelly, and inclined my head to the two vampire guards on either side of my chair. The guards themselves sent a murderous look to Joshua the werewolf.

He hung his head, and went back to his kneeling position. Pathetic. "Pray tell me, Joshua," I started calmly, resting my chin in my hands, "What stopped Tony's pack from retrieving my desire?"

Joshua gritted his teeth. "There was a – a man with her, sir," He said.

I raised an eyebrow. "A man?"

"Yes. But he was different," He continued. "He was wearing these long, flowing robes, that um, sparkled," He looked at me, and went on quickly, noticing the disbelief on my face. "And so was the girl. In fact, she used some sort of…power to escape with the man."

I furrowed my brow. Power? That was something she had kept from me. I felt my anger broil again. She had probably told all her secrets to her darling little mate! But not me! Well, that would definitely change in due time. I would make her tell me everything. And I would make her forget all about that idiotic vampire, make her love me instead of him…

A smirk tugged at my lips. Yes. She would love me and only me. All I had to do was make sure that the King got want he wanted. If he got what he desired, then he would give me his power. And that meant I got what I desired.

"Sir…?"

"What?" I snapped irritably. Joshua gulped visibly.

"It's just…we managed to gather some information that may be helpful," He said, his hands shaking. I grinned maliciously at his fear.

"Do go on," I said in the most innocent voice possible. Joshua nodded, giving into the false security.

"Well," He started, "We overheard some of her schoolmates talking about a party tomorrow evening. Most of her school is going to it."

I nodded. This could be to my advantage. While she was off-guard and partying, I could make my move. Perfect. "And who is arranging this party?" I asked, leaning back in my seat. I folded my hands on top of my lap.

Joshua thought for a moment. "A boy named Luke Matthew. He is holding it at his house…"

I smirked triumphantly, and clicked my fingers. Instantly, a vampire appeared by my side. "Yes, sir?" The burly vampire asked me. I glanced at him.

"I want details on Luke Matthew's party. I don't care how you do it, but I want that information by tonight. Understood?" The vampire nodded silently, and disappeared in a flash.

I cocked my head over to a kneeling Joshua. "Now, what to do with you, werewolf…" I mused. Joshua stood up, an angry look crossing his features.

"What do you mean, 'what to do with you?' " He snarled. "I gave you valuable information! Now let me go back to my family!"

I chuckled darkly. "My my, werewolves certainly are temperamental creatures," I sighed, feigning sadness. "Unfortunately, you failed me once. I do not tolerate failures."

Fear flashed in Joshua's brown eyes. "That's not fair!" He all but screamed.

"Life isn't fair," I retorted sharply. "You'll do good to remember that."

A glance at the vampires beside me was enough. They appeared in front of Joshua. He staggered back, forgetting that another bloodsucker was right behind him. He grabbed his shoulders, while the other vampire stepped forward.

I sighed wearily, while looking disinterestedly at my nails. "Goodbye, Joshua the werewolf."

A snap of the neck, and Joshua was no more.