A/N: I hate school. I have been so depressed since this school year started and it is bugging the crap out of me. I got one review for last chapter and Galen is going to pay for what she said to Godric.

Chapter Song: Talk by Coldplay

Chapter 23: Give Me These Moments Back

ERIC'S POV

The smell of sweat, curiosity, and desire permeated the air in and around Fangtasia. Pam gazed around the club, the same bored expression on her face. The club was filled way beyond capacity and she had started denying entry into the club because of it. She closed the door to the club behind her and proceeded to walk toward her boss's office.

Pam was greeted with the sight of her maker sitting in his chair with his feet up on his desk, his legs practically covering the wooden thing. His ocean blue eyes flicked up at her in silent greeting and he went back to going through papers and scrolling through something on his laptop.

"We can't let anyone else in. Club's filled to capacity, Eric." Pam drawled, examining her nails with little interest.

"I will be visiting Sookie tonight or tomorrow, provided I get through this stack of paperwork." Eric replied wanly.

Pam raised an eyebrow. "You know very well that you could just leave and do it later. Or get someone else to do it who isn't me." She looked down at the blood red minidress she was wearing. It had only one shoulder and dipped in a V down her back. On her feet were matching shoes and her hair was pushed to one side tonight.

Eric gazed at her with a smirk on his face. "And what about those new Lorenzi shoes you wanted?" He knew he could bait her with this if nothing else worked. He watched, silent glee filling his chest as Pam internally warred with herself before she rolled her eyes and sighed before saying, "Fine. Evaporate, tall person."

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HIGH COUNCIL

"I do not believe it a coincidence that Aya Chi turned up dead after Accalia's child Russel Edgington met the true death. Say what you will, but I believe she killed Aya Chi, and for that she must be punished." Freances Bairn said as he gazed across the otherwise empty room at the ancient fairy.

"We have no proof." Niall Brigant replied simply as he sipped from a glass of whiskey absently.

Bairn leaned forward, a slow smile spreading across his face. "We are supernaturals," the Hibernian said. "We need no proof. All we need is circumstance and logical reasoning. Pray tell, Niall, do you believe Accalia is innocent in the death of Aya Chi?"

Niall cocked his head slightly off to the side. "I believe in neither circumstance or logical reasoning. What I do believe in, however, is justice and truth. In this instance, I must say that Accalia is not as innocent as she appears. Action must be taken and soon."

Bairn sat back in the velvet armchair on the other edge of the Persian rug and gazed into the smoldering flames that occupied the fireplace. "You are forgetting something," he said. He caught Niall's slightly confused expression from across the room. "Who will replace Accalia as the vampire representative of the High Council when justice is dealt?"

Niall sat up just barely and eyed Bairn thoughtfully. "A great question, my friend, a great question indeed."

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GODLEN

Though Godric still loved Galen, he was having a hard time being with her. It was as if every time he said something to her, it was always the wrong thing. What she'd told him last night hurt him more than she or even Eric could ever know. As if he didn't already know he couldn't give her children, she just had to throw that in his face.

He could tell she'd felt bad about what she said, but Godric knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she'd meant it. Maybe she was wrong for saying it the way she had but she mean it, and no amount of apologies could fix that.

Leo could feel the suffocating tension between Galen and Godric but didn't want to ask about it. He had heard what Galen had told Godric and didn't like it one bit. If there was one thing almost every vampire in the world had in common, it was that they all really wanted to be human, for to be human was to procreate and to procreate was to live on the correct way.

"Godric?" Galen asked tentatively, standing in the doorway.

He looked up from the book he was reading, gave her a fleeting glance, and went back to reading. Galen felt hurt that he was treating her this way, but couldn't blame him. She wanted to make it right, needed to, and yet she couldn't. She continued to stand there until his vocie ruptured the silence.

"If you have something to say, please say it. Standing in the doorway staring at me won't help anything." His voice was cool and void of any emotion.

Galen sighed and walked deeper into the library and sat down on the sofa across from the one Godric currently occupied. "I really am sorry for what I said to you, Godric. You know that—"

Godric shut his book with a loud snap and Galen was sure the spine had ripped somewhat. "I am afraid I don't know that, Galen. I have loved you, given you everything I thought mattered and this is how you repay me? By throwing it in my face that I cannot give you children? And not only that, but you would be willing to leave me if you could do it?" He was angry. Pissed.

"Godric, all we do is fight anymore. I just—"

"No, Galen. All you do is fight. I just put up with it. And I am sick and tired of you walking all over me and expecting me to just be there for you! It doesn't work that way, Galen! It shouldn't work that way. If you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn't treat me this way. I can do a hell of a lot better than you. For some reason you seem to forget that." Godric nearly yelled. He had got up from the sofa and was staring Galen down with eyes so bright with anger she felt as if she were melting, and not in the good way.

Galen felt her mouth open, felt the words come up in her throat, but nothing came out except a hoarse whisper. She couldn't believe what Godric was telling her, and yet she could. Because, like her, he too had a breaking point and he'd finally reached it. "I'm sorry." She whispered feebly.

He shook his head as if trying to unhear everything she was saying. "Galen, apologies are out of the window at this point. I think it is best if we end this now. There is no use continuing this relationship if all you continue to do is hurt me. You don't trust me and you definitely don't love me. Galen, I'm done."

And with those words, Godric was gone.

A/N: So, how'd you guys like that? Reviews are love.

Until next time…