A/N: So I had to rewrite this chapter because the previous one got deleted after I wrote it somehow. Either way, I'm starting from scratch on this one. The one I wrote before was SO MUCH better. But enough griping and moaning :)

Chapter Song: A House Is Not A Home by Luther Vandross

Chapter 13: Don't let One Mistake Keep Us Apart

"Go away!" Galen yelled out.

Isabel sighed and walked over to the door, tightening her robe. She glared at Godric through the crack in the door. "Godric, she is beyond pissed with you. You can try talking to her but I don't think she'll want to hear it."

Godric sighed. "I know but I really must speak with her. I must at least apologize for my actions tonight."

Isabel shook her head. "Good luck. I'm going to go find a meal now." Then she pushed behind Godric and was gone.

Galen was staring at the ceiling when she heard Godric's footsteps. Sighing, she faced the window so that her back was to Godric.

"We need to talk." he said quietly.

"There's nothing to talk about. You said everything you meant to say. And as far as I'm concerned what's going on between you and I is done until the pain I feel from what you told me doesn't sting my heart every time I think about it." Galen answered softly.

Godric sat down on the edge of the bed, positioned so that he faced her. "What I said was wrong and utterly untrue. I can feel your pain through our bond and...and to know that I am the cause of it saddens me beyond belief."

Galen got up from the bed and stood in front of him. "I'm not gonna forgive you, Godric, I can't. The sad part is I don't know if I ever can."

"Galen, please-" Godric tried to talk but Galen cut him off.

"No, Godric, you don't get to talk right now. Did you ever think that what you said would hurt? Did you ever think that maybe I felt like everything you said I was?" Galen asked, her voice rising with every word. Red tears were brimming in her eyes.

"No, I didn't. Please, Galen, forgive me." Godric pleaded.

Galen laughed bitterly, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

"I don't think so, Godric. You don't just call me embarassing and downright stupid and then...and then think you can say sorry! No, Godric, it doesn't work like that!" she said.

Godric continued to stare at her. "Are you done?" he asked.

"Not nearly," Galen said. "If there is one thing I ever regretted at this point in my life, it's you. If there's one thing I wish I'd never done, it's that I said yes to you changing me instead of no; because all you've done thus far is hurt me."

Godric made to speak again but Galen cut him off yet again.

"I've been able to look over everything else, because I knew you were doing it for my own good. But this? No. I can't look past this. Godric, you and I are done."

"No," he pleaded. "Galen, I love you! Please, do not do this to me!" Now, he was standing as tears formed in his eyes. He held her against him in his arms, despite her efofrts to pull free of him.

"Godric, please!" she sobbed out. "I never asked you for anything before. Please, just release me, Godric. I don't want to feel this pain anymore." Galen held onto Godric tightly as she said this.

There was no way in hell Galen really wanted to be released from Godric and she definitely didn't want to end things with him. But what he said really hurt her. She'd thought that as a vampire, she'd been doing good until he said that.

"I refuse to release you, Galen. I simply can't. You need me as I need you," Godric said, holding her tightly as she continued to cry into his shirt. "I pray to whatever divine entity that would listen that you could forgive me one day. I truly am sorry for what I said and I really did not mean to say it."

Galen didn't speak but instead pulled away from him and walked to the bed. She turned off the bedside lamp and the entire room was engulfed in darkness. Wiping her cheeks, she pulled back the blankets and burrowed under them.

Godric stood there, seeing her through the darkness as if it were still light out. He joined her underneath the blankets and pulled her to him so that she was lying on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she buried her face in his neck.

"Did you mean it?" Galen asked. "Did you mean what you said earlier?"

"No," Godric said softly. "No, I did not mean it at all."

Through their bond, Galen knew he was telling the truth. She sighed. "Do you regret turning me?"

Godric kissed her forehead. "Never. I've never regretted turning you or meeting you. You are quite literally the best thign that's ever happened to me."

"We're ridiculous together, Godric. You hurt me, I hurt you." Galen commented thoughtfully.

"You love me," Godric said. "I love you."

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"What's our plan?" Galen asked Isabel the next night as she came from the bathroom.

Isabel dried herself witht he towel and discarded it into the hamper for dirty clothes before turning to Galen. "Roderick would not just kill a human just to do it. He obviously had a major reason for killing your mother, a reason bigger than just her being a human."

Galen looked over Isabel's naked body shyly before looking away. "Maybe..."

Isabel rolled her eyes and pulled on an emerald colored, lacy bra and panty set. She put her dark, thick hair into a tight bun. Galen helped Isabel into a fire engine red pencil dress and a pair of sparkling, gold Louboutin heels.

She sighed as she pulled on a pair of black jeans and a purple, satin halter shirt, and a pair of black Louboutin boots. Galen pulled her hair up into a high ponytail and applied a small amount of makeup to her face.

"Ready?" Isabel asked.

Galen nodded but didn't move. She continued staring at herself in the mirror, completely unsatisfied with what she saw. Isabel's reflection soon joined hers.

"What're you looking at?" Isabel asked.

"Nothing," Galen said. "There's nothing to see here."

Isabel smiled and hugged Galen tightly. "Oh, sweetheart, I wish you could see what I see. Don't hate the way you look, Len. You shouldn't ever want to change yourself."

"But Godric said-"

"Fuck Godric." Isabel said sweetly, her thick Hispanic accent making her statement sound funnier than it really was.

A/N: I don't want to end it here but at the same time I feel this is a good spot to do so, in terms of what I have coming up next. So, I'm not incredibly proud of this chapter and I don't think of it as one of my bests. But I'm the writer. I'm supposed to think that :) So, 7 MORE DAYS TILL TRUE BLOOD SEASON 4! I'm so excited! Leave reviews, guy! I'm definitely going to need them.