A/N: Yay! Loving the positive feedback for this story! But now I need your guys help! Should Isabel have a love interest or something in this story? (Hugo doesn't exist). Maybe Eric? Anyway, if anyone is/knows a beta, I really need one with this story :) So, on to the story.

Chapter Song: You Found Me by The Fray

Chapter 14: You Got Some Kind of Nerve Taking All I Want

"Roderick! It's so good to see you again!" Isabel said, kissing either side of his cheeks. Galen smiled in greeting, though on the inside she was ready to rip him to shreds. Godric squeezed her hand tightly.

"Wonderful to see you, Roderick." he said, nodding toward the vampire king.

"Galen! I heard about your mother. Isabel here told me. I'm terribly sorry for your loss." Roderick said as sincerely as he could.

Galen bit her tongue hard and smiled back at the man.

"Thank you. She lived a happy life." Until you ruined it, asshole, she thought to herself.

"Well," Roderick said, his voice booming. "Welcome to my palace! Make yourselves at home! I have some business to attend to and I will return shortly. Don't miss me too much while I'm gone." he said with a laugh.

Isabel, Godric, and Galen laughed in return, though as soon as he vacated the room, the smiles vanished from their faces. Galen sat down, her face buried in her hands. Isabel sighed, one finger going to her temple.

"We need to know if he even killed Celia first. Second, we need to know why, and third, we kill him." Isabel whispered so quietly even a vampire would have had a hard time hearing her.

"Of course. So, what do we do?" Godric asked quietly, looking at the two of them.

"I'll do it." Galen said quietly. "I'll tail him, spy on him, see what's really going on. He's a fourteen hundred year old vampire king of the biggest state in the continental U.S. He wouldn't have killed my mother just because. No vampire I know would have gone to that much trouble to kill a human."

Godric nodded, following her train of thought.

"You are right, of course, but Galen, you are only a newborn still. You are nowhere near as fast or strong as Roderick is and if you were to get caught, the magister nor the Authority would have any qualms about him killing you."

"So, then, I'll do it. He won't suspect me. We just have to stay here for a while without Roderick suspecting anything." Isabel said softly.

"What if he figures out its you?" Galen asked.

"He won't," Isabel said with a small smile. "Trust me, he won't."

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"Anything yet?" Galen asked as she got undressed in the bathroom. She shoved her clothes to the bathroom corner with her foot and began running the shower.

"Nothing yet. However, I have began making the funeral arrangements for Celia." Godric replied, standing in the doorway.

That's when it hit her. Galen's eyes went wide and she gasped, her hand covering her mouth. Godric gave her an odd look.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I am so stupid!" Galen yelled, red tears forming in her eyes. "Why the hell didn't I think to do that?"

"Do what? I'm not following, Galen." Godric said coming closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and sat her up on the bathroom counter.

"Do you remember when I had that semi heart attack and you gave me your blood?"

Godric nodded. "I do."

"Why didn't I give Celia my blood?" Galen asked herself. "She would've still been alive if I had just given her my blood!"

Tears fell down her face at this realization. It had never even occurred to her that she could've given Celia her blood. Celia had been dying and Galen had never even had the notion to give her mother blood.

"Don't blame yourself, Galen. At a time like that, there was no way you could have-"

"She was my mother, Godric! I should have remembered! Why didn't I remember?"

Galen was really tearing herself up about this. Now, she felt like it was her own fault her mother died. Had Roderick poisoned her? Most likely. But whose fault was it that Celia actually died?

She thought back to that night, thought back to the helplessness she'd felt upon seeing her mother's dying form. Now, Celia's death hurt Galen a thousand times more than before. She felt like her heart was being squeezed, like somewhere her mother probably blamed her.

"Galen, please, listen to me. Celia's death was not your fault. There was no way you could have remembered to give her your blood at that time. You were just wrapped up in trying to see what was wrong with her. She wouldn't blame you, my love. You must know that." Godric said softly, pulling her closer to him.

"But if I had just-"

"Not your fault, love. It was not your fault." Godric said imperatively.

For what seemed like hours, Galen sat on the bathroom counter, the hot shower still running, with her arms wrapped around Godric and her head on his chest. The bathroom itself was beyond sauna mode now and she knew that, were she human, her hair would have been a frizzy monstrosity.

"You should probably either cut the water off or actually use it, sweetheart. Wouldn't want the hotel complaining about an abnormal water bill." Godric suggested after a while.

"Fuck their water bill. I'll pay it for them." Galen replied, but she took Godric's advice anyway and stepped in the shower. She felt his arms around her and sighed in content. This was the way she liked things.

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"She overheard my plans to kill Godric. I had to kill her, or she would have told him." Roderick said quietly into the phone.

"Of course. But did poison have to be the required measure?" a slow, Southern voice replied.

"I suppose not, but I had to make her death look like an accident. If I had broken her neck or drained her, it would have been evident it was me." Roderick said, his fingers drumming on the desk.

"I am not sure you remember, boy, but humans do a think I like to call an autopsy, dumbass! They will find the poison in that human's body and Godric and his nest will connect it back to you. You know, Texas, you're a pretty stupid king. Perhaps Godric would make a better one." the voice replied, drawing its words out with that slow, deliberate, Southern drawl.

"I don't seek your council, Mr. Edgington. However, your help in the matter is thoroughly appreciated." Roderick then hung up the phone and stood from his desk.

Isabel had been lurking near the doorway the entire time and immediately disappeared into the bedroom Roderick was letting her stay in.

So, Russel Edgington was involved in this. And both were scheming together to kill Godric. But why? He was only a sheriff. Why would the kings of two states be scheming together on how to kill a lowly sheriff? None of this was making sense to Isabel.

Something just wasn't adding up.

Why would Russel Edgington, the king of Mississippi, want to be involved in killing a sheriff who was just a thousand years younger than him? It wasn't right. Sighing, Isabel ran a hand through her hair.

She would have to find out more but she could not tell Godric just yet. Isabel planned to stick around for a few more days and find out some more information. She had to.

Just then there was a knock on her door.

"Come in!" she said, closing her robe but not tying it.

Roderick walked in and smiled at her. "Enjoying your stay here?" he asked.

"Of course," she said with a smile. "It's wonderful to catch up with you again."

Roderick nodded and laughed. "Yes, it is. Now, I have a few errands to run tonight. Would you mind staying her until I return?"

"Of course! Take your time." Isabel replied sweetly.

Then, Roderick was gone.

But he had left something behind: a sinking pit in Isabel's stomach. She couldn't help but feel that something bad was about to happen, and that it might just involve her.

A/N: Well, what do you guys think about this? Something fishy is going on ;) Thanok you to everyone who's reviewing, reading, adding to their faves! I absolutely love you guys :) FOUR MORE DAYS TILL SEASON 4! So excited! Reviews make me happier than the season premier of True Blood ;D