Chapter Thirty:

Godric was the first to wake, was the first to realize what had happened. As the light tight window coverings began lifting from the night sky filled windows, the eldest vampire forced himself to his knees, his vampire senses searching out his progeny and lover. He could feel the ache in his body, in his muscles as he used the wall to pull himself to his feet. He gritted his teeth, his fangs slicing through his bottom lip as he did so. He quickly retracted the incisors as he took in the room around him. Nothing was amiss, except for the large king sized bed. The silk sheets were nearly ripped to shreds and stained with what he could smell to be blood. His senses heightened as he sniffed the air, as his gaze fell on the dark form lying in the center of the bed unconscious.

Savannah's hands were curled into fists still, clutching onto the sheets as if her life depended on it. She was motionless however, only her chest rising every so often alerting him that she was still alive. Her body looked well spent, bruises already had formed on her fragile tanned skin. For a moment, he felt remorse for using her as a sex object. But the moment his gaze fell upon her face, he knew that hadn't been the case at all. He loved her. He had never loved another besides Eric, and that was a fatherly love. But Savannah, she had captured his heart without even realizing it. She couldn't be anything less than the woman he cherished, and he knew the same could be said for his progeny. It was in the way Eric looked at Savannah that Godric knew he was not the only one captivated by this beauty, by this lovely creature they could call theirs. They had made love to her; they had fucked her out of love. It wasn't just a game to either of them. She was theirs, and she always would be.

A small smile spread across Godric's lips as he remembered the events that had just occurred. But as his attention caught sight of the clock on the nightstand, he was shocked to find that the sun had only just set. But how could that be? Had they been thrown unconscious before the night even ended, only to fall into their dead rest once the sun had risen. But Savannah hadn't moved an inch as far as he could tell, and that worried Godric. A vampire could spend an entire day resting to rejuvenate themselves. A human didn't work in the same way. It was worrisome, to Godric, to know that Savannah had yet to waken.

"Godric?" A disgruntled voice called out to him in the dark.

Godric easily was able to locate his progeny as he leaned on the other side of the bed, pain etched onto his thousand year old face. A frown settled on Godric's lips as he took in his progeny, inspecting his child for any lasting injury from what had happened. But he found none at least that lay on the outside of the Viking. That lessened his worry, but it still made Godric wonder what had caused such an explosive finish.

"What happened, master?" Eric questioned in confusion. "What the fuck happened?"

"I don't know my son." Godric answered softly, carefully making his way around the bed and to his progeny's side. He glanced at the still sleeping form of their lover and his frown deepened. "Savannah hasn't wakened yet."

"How long have we been out?" Eric glanced between maker and the woman they had made love to.

"From my calculations, we fell into our dead rest for the day." Godric nodded at the time. "The sun has only just set."

"And she hasn't risen at all?" concern crossed Eric's once pained orbs as he took in Savannah's form. He frowned when he found her in the same position he imagined she had fallen unconscious in. her hands were still gripping the shredded silk sheets; her eyes still squeezed shut in pain. If her chest hadn't been rising, and if her heart didn't softly beat inside of that well spent body, he would have thought her to be dead. Thankfully she was very much alive, but that didn't ease either of the vampire's worries. "What the hell caused that, Godric? It felt...it felt like the burning of the sun, like I was back outside Fangtasia attached to Russell Edgington, only worse."

"It was like a thousand constant bolts of electricity cursing through us at once." Godric nodded. "I've never felt anything like it. I can only imagine the pain Savannah was it. It originated inside of her, within her power."

"Do you..." Eric paused as he looked down at himself thoughtfully, as if he was trying to figure something out. "Do you feel different?"

Godric thought about it. He felt a stirring of power inside of himself that he had never felt before. There was a tie with his progeny that felt different than the blood bond they had shared for a thousand years. Even the bond with Savannah that was still so recent, still so new, felt stronger, felt different than anything he had ever felt in all of his many years. If he wanted to, he could feel everything. He could feel her heartbeat. He could feel the blood pumping through her veins steadily. He could feel the peaceful dreams that crept through her sleeping form, that captivated and kept her a prisoner of her own slumber. He could feel the same for Eric. He felt more from his progeny than he ever thought was possible. He could feel the concern, the worry Eric felt. He could feel the emotions Eric had always hidden from him, the fears, what scared him deep down inside. They had always built walls around the memories, around the emotions they never wished for one another to witness. Even he had built strong walls around the past he wished to remain hidden from his own son. But he could feel those walls beginning to crumble, he could feel them becoming loose and being let free all on their own accord. He struggled to keep them retained. He fought to keep that wall up, to keep the memories from jumping to the two he was bonded with. He feared the ramifications if anyone were to see his dark past.

"Godric?" Eric jostled him from his thoughts, the blonde now raising to his feet and laying a hand on his maker's bare shoulder. "What is it?"

"I can feel it." Godric nodded, staring up at the towering vampire. "I can feel it too, my son."

"I can feel her, Godric. You're the one bonded with her, not me. How can I feel her? How can I..." Eric's eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "How can I see inside of you deeper than I ever have before? There's a part of you that I've never known, a part of yourself you've always kept contained and locked away. But now I can..."

"I have no answers I'm afraid." Godric sighed and shook his head. "In all of my years, I've never encountered anything quite like this before."

Eric sighed heavily, slicking back his frayed strands of hair before his gaze settled on the girl lying in amongst the torn sheets. "We can't let anyone know about what she's capable of, Godric. If she could do this to us last night, if she could...we need to keep this quiet. We need to make sure Bill or anyone else don't find out about her."

"I agree with you. We need to keep her abilities between us." Godric agreed. "There is a reason necromancers were executed long ago, why there are very few, if any besides Savannah, still left in the world. If anyone were to know about her, I fear what would happen."

"I wouldn't let anyone take her away from us." Eric promised fiercely. "She's ours. I won't let anyone hurt her."

Godric couldn't help but smile at his child's words. He had never heard Eric speak with such determination concerning a human. Not even his fascination with Sookie Stackhouse had brought out such extreme emotions from the former Viking. Eric may have cared for her in the past, but he loved Savannah now, Godric could attest to that without a single ounce of doubt.

"We'll do everything in our power to protect her, I assure you Eric. She is ours." Godric felt a rare wave of possessiveness overcome him. He had never felt more of a desire to own a human than at that moment. She was still technically Eric's claim, and for the purpose of her safety, that will continue to be public knowledge. But she will always be theirs. She will always partly be his, and he refused to let that to be taken away from him. He wanted to ravish her until she was spent. He wanted to cherish her with love. He wanted to wake every single night with the woman he loved and wanted in his arms. And he knew Eric wished for the same. It wasn't conventional, sharing a single human between them. They had only shared women that had been nothing more than a snack or a few hours of sexual relief. But Savannah was, and always would remain to be, much more than that.

Godric was broken from his thoughts as a soft whimper sounded from the centre of the bed. The vampires exchanged a glance before they both sped to either side of the woman whose hands were slowly beginning to unclench from the ripped sheets beneath her.

"Savannah?" Godric caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, frowning as he found her nearly burning hot to touch. "Are you alright my sweet? Can you hear me?"

She only answered with another soft whimper, causing their concern to grow.

"It's alright, lover, we're here." Eric whispered in a soft voice, brushing his lips across her forehead before frowning and glancing at his maker. "Godric, she's burning hot."

"I know." Godric too frowned as he swept a glance over her body. He hadn't noticed the beads of sweat until now. "Something's wrong."

"Perhaps if we..." Eric motioned at their own naked bodies before down to Savannah's.

Godric knew what he meant and nodded. Their touches may have been warm to Savannah, but they were still cool temperature wise. Savannah was burning hot, so hot that any normal human would have been sitting in a hospital bed right now. But they didn't dare take Savannah to a human doctor. She wasn't any ordinary human, not by a long shot. So they both lay at her side, cuddling against her body to spread their natural icy coolness to the woman they shared their love with. A gasp sounded from Savannah's lips, her eyes snapping open the moment flesh touched flesh. They could all feel it. They could all feel that electrical current that swam throughout their bodies. It wasn't painful, not like it had been last night. The intensity had calmed, almost comforting now.

"Shh, my love. Everything is going to be alright." Godric assured her, nuzzling his nose against her neck, gliding across the marks he had made only last night. He couldn't stop himself as his tongue darted out to the thin patch of skin covering her sweet blood, blood that he had never thought to be so delectable. He had tasted some of the sweetest blood in the world, but nothing had ever tasted quite like Savannah.

"G-Godric..." Savannah's voice was raspy, as if her throat was sore. "Eric."

"We're here." Eric's hand wandered along her body, intimately caressing her while their magic flowed freely, flourishing with every touch. Their bonds increased in power when they were connected, when they were touching. It was as if they could feel, see everything. Eric couldn't explain it. He had a bond with someone he had never shared his blood with. It should have been impossible. But Savannah herself was impossible, and she existed solidly before him.

"w-what...what happened?" she asked in a soft whisper, her eyes adjusting to the dark room as she tried to turn her head to stare at the two vampires, only to wince in pain. "Hurts. It hurts everywhere."

"I know, lover." Eric kissed her shoulder gently. "Just relax, my sweet necromancer, just relax. We're here, we won't leave you."

"Good." Her eyes fluttered back shut as her shaky hands began moving, searching for the hands of her two lovers. Eric and Godric quickly slipped their hands into hers, linking their circuit together. The moment their hands touched, the moment that link had come together, a burst of magic soared through them. Savannah shook between the vampires as her facial features scrunched up almost in pain. But it wasn't pain she was feeling. It was the vampires. She could feel each of them as if it was herself. She could feel the love both held for her. She could feel the worry and concern Godric felt, the fear that swept through Eric. She could see their thoughts, their memories.

It was like a movie was flashing before her eyes, a movie existing of the past of these two vampires. She saw Eric when he was still only a human, a savaging Viking revenging his family's murder. She witnessed the cruel master that had enslaved a young human Godric over two thousand years ago. She watched as Eric and Godric together, became a family, became maker and child. And she watched them wreck havoc on the world, killing humans, using them as their meals before throwing their lifeless bodies aside. It startled her, to see such cruel acts from the two vampires she loved, but she knew deep down inside that neither were this way anymore. Eric may try to act tough, he tried to act like he didn't care, but that was the furthest from the truth. Because there he was, holding her, caressing her like only a man would do to the woman he loved. And Godric, sweet and caring Godric, he was the furthest thing from a monster in that moment. She saw the two at their worst, but presently, beside her, encasing her body with their own nakedness, she was seeing them at their best. And that's what mattered to her.

It was Godric who tugged his hand away first, the shame and guilt written on his face. Eric too slowly slid his hand from Savannah's grasp, a careful expression spreading across his face. Godric refused to meet Savannah's gaze as her eyes opened and peered into the dark. Eric however, caught her gaze easily, though there was a frown settled on his lips.

"We didn't mean for you to see all of that." Eric shot a look at his maker. "Godric never wanted you to see us as monsters."

"I've tried so hard to change. But it seems my past will always haunt me." Godric looked away, only for Savannah to raise a hand and cup his cheek. The warmth of her hand caused a sigh from Godric, his eyes closing for a moment as he moved into her warm, almost too warm, touch.

"I will always love you for you who are, Godric. never forget that." there was a smile in her voice, and one forming on her lips as Godric slowly opened his eyes and met her bright orbs that appeared an eerie silver in the dark room.

Eric coughed, gaining their attention and causing Savannah to laugh lightly. She raised her hand to cup his cheek next, her smile growing wider.

"And I love you too, Eric. I can't forget Godric's bratty and needy child." She teased.

"I'm not bratty." Eric pouted as he dipped down to kiss the corner of her lips. "But I am very needy."

"I can feel that." she observed, and while she was unable to see well in the dark, she could already feel him hard and pressed against her. "But I don't think I could possibly do that again anytime soon."

"Surprisingly enough, lover, I have to agree." Eric nodded. "We need to figure out what the hell happened. What the fuck went on last night."

"It was...painful." Savannah frowned, shuddering as she remembered the pain pumping through her, never letting up until she was forced unconscious. "How long were we out? A few hours? Shouldn't it be morning soon?"

"It's been an entire day." Godric informed, stroking her tangled hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore. I ache everywhere." Her frown deepened as her eyebrows furrowed. "And I...I feel different. Do I look different? I feel like something's just..."

"Different." Eric finished for her with a nod. "Godric and I feel the same. Something's not right."

"Or perhaps it is right" Godric pointed out. "While the explosive finish to last night's escapes wasn't exactly desirable, what happened may not have exactly been a bad thing"

"What do you mean?" Eric questioned. "I don't know about you, but I'm still in pain. We're vampires; shouldn't we have healed by now, whatever this is?"

"We haven't fed since we both bit Savannah. It could explain the slow healing process."

"We're old vampires, Godric. We don't require blood like younger vampires do." Eric reminded him. "We should be fine. But we're not. We're...different. I can feel you deeper than I ever have before. And Savannah...how can I feel her without a blood bond? It's impossible."

"Not impossible, no. Just very rare." A look of contemplation swept over Godric's features. "I think I may be able to explain what occurred. Maybe not all of it, but some of what we're feeling now."

"What?" Savannah wondered.

"Why don't we get ourselves cleaned up? I'll have to consult a few resources before I'll know for sure."

"I could use a shower." Savannah nodded, looking down at herself. "I feel like crap. No offence or anything. Last night was amazingly mind blowing but..."

"But afterwards, not so much." Eric chuckled, a smirk crossing his lips. "I agree completely."

"You two get yourselves cleaned up. I'll meet you in the study shortly." Godric laid a sweet kiss on Savannah's lips before climbing off the bed. His body still ached, still winced as he moved his limbs. But he felt better than he had when he had first risen. He searched around the room for his discarded pants from the night before, and tugged them on before escaping the darkness of the room and stepped out into the hallway.

"I have a better idea." Eric lifted Savannah into his arms with ease, though his muscles screamed in protest. He fought through the pain however, and stood with the lightweight girl in his arms.

"And that is..." Savannah raised an eyebrow as he began towards what she presumed to be a bathroom.

"I'd like to bathe with the woman I had just ravished into unconsciousness." She could faintly catch his smirk widening.

"Technically it was the power that did that." she pointed out with a chuckle.

"Details details."

"This feels nice." I sighed in content, lying back against Eric's naked and wet chest, his arms wrapped securely around me as we lounged in the warm tub that I was certain could fit an army. It was nearly the size of a small pool, with jets in certain spots that I was certain I would find time to enjoy sometime in the future. But for now, I was perfectly content on where I was. I could have laid there in Eric's arms for the entire night, but I knew that I couldn't have my way. Because Godric would be waiting for us soon in the study to help explain the mysterious events of last night that still left us aching and confused.

"It does." Eric agreed, nuzzling his nose into my wet hair. His arms tightened around me as I laid the back of my head on his chest, my eyes fluttering shut. I could feel sleep tugging at my consciousness, but I fought against it, knowing all that we needed to discuss, I couldn't just succumb to my desires. It was Eric, who helped keep me away, the fingers of one of his hands lightly dancing down my stomach and to one of my thighs. I let out a sigh, my body melting against his as my legs parted subconsciously. He kissed the top of my head as his fingertips brushed every so lightly across my most sensitive spot between my legs. I gasped, my body instantly reacting to the touch. Eric chuckled, applying more pressure as he stroked my hot core teasingly. I felt my body beginning to shake in anticipation, but I could also feel that spark of power threatening to burst.

In fear of what might happen once Eric crossed that line into no man's land, I squirmed from Eric's grasps, turning in his arms so I was kneeling before him in the tub.

"What?" Eric frowned, an eyebrow rising as he stared down at me.

"As much as I would like to do that again..." I let one of my hands trail across his wet toned chest, the vampire grunting in desire as I did so. "But I'm not sure we should be doing anything like that until we know exactly what happened."

"You're being more cautious than I would like." He raised a hand to tuck a strand of hair back behind my ear.

"Maybe if I had been more cautious, what happened last night wouldn't have happened." I pointed out.

"Don't say that." his expression hardened as he grasped my wrist and pulled my hand away. "It makes it sound like you wished last night hadn't of happened. And that's the last thing I want to hear coming out of that mouth of yours."

"I didn't mean it like that." I shook my head, knowing that was the complete truth. I didn't regret what happened last night. I didn't regret having sex with both Eric and Godric. How could I possibly regret any of that mind blowing experience? I saw myself as just an average girl. But I knew I was much more than that. I was no longer an average little human girl. I was a necromancer. I was more powerful than I ever thought possible, and last night attested to that. "You know that I love you, that what happened last night, before the explosive finish, was out of this world amazing."

"You seemed to doubt me last night." He reminded.

"I don't think I ever doubted that you loved me. I think I was just..." I paused to collect my thoughts. A part of me knew Eric loved me. I was just more scared about some other girl sweeping in and taking what's mine. "I think I was just scared that there was this girl out there that could steal you away from me. That scared me."

Eric sighed as he drew me closer, cradling my body against his. I laid my cheek against his chest as the warm water caressed our naked forms. "Not a single soul could steal me away from you, my love. You are ours."

"And you're both mine." I whispered almost possessively. "And I don't want that to change. I'm sorry if I hurt you by questioning you like I did. I was just...insecure I guess."

"I may have overreacted."

"Is that your version of an apology?" I asked lightly with a laugh.

"The best you're going to get." His arms tightened around me.

"Well then I'll take it then." I cuddled against him.

"Godric will be wondering where we are soon." Eric's hand began stroking my hair. "We should join him."

"But this just feels too nice."

Eric laughed. It was a rich, true laugh. And it sounded like music to my ears. I found that I liked when he let that mask fall, when he let his walls crumble, and he showed me his true self. I could feel it inside of Eric; I could feel the humanity, the ability to love. It would take time, to bring to the surface, if it was even possible, but I was willing to give this man my time, to watch as he grew, as he allowed himself to be himself with me. I wasn't expecting miracles, but I knew he had it in him. Just like I knew somehow, we would get through this. We would figure out my powers, figure out what had happened last night, and we would work through it somehow.

Eric and I remained in the tub for a few more minutes before Eric insisted on getting out. I protested, but he only chuckled and lifted me with ease and set me on the cold tiled bathroom floor. I shuddered as Eric took a white fluffy towel and gently began drying me off. I couldn't help but smile as he took special care of certain areas before wrapping the towel around me securely. He laid a simple kiss on my forehead before wrapping a towel around his waist and directed us out of the bathroom. I took that moment, as Eric waltzed over to a large closet, to take in the bedroom. It was painted in a deep shade of red, the furniture a midnight black. Even the ruined bed sheets, that I shamefully had ripped apart, had been as black as the night sky. It seemed like a typical vampire bedroom, decor wise. Except for the personal touches I caught around the room. Artefacts that were older than I could even imagine littered shelves, and I almost found myself wanting to inspect each and every one of them for hours. The books in perfect order around the artefacts were dusty and in languages I was certain didn't even exist any longer. There was no doubt that Eric and Godric lived here.

"I would offer you something more to wear, but I don't think you'd be pleased with any of the outfits Pam keeps here." He teased as he held out one of his button up shirts to wear.

"This is perfectly fine." I offered the blonde a grateful smile as I took the shirt, suddenly growing self conscious in front of Eric. Eric was perfectly comfortable with his nakedness, stripping the towel from around his waist. He stood there before me, a smirk on his lips as he planted his hands on his hips and stared down at me.

"Like what you see?" He asked smugly.

I rolled my eyes, though my gaze did travel down to his lower region. He already looked ready to go, and I was certain that if we weren't so unsure of what happened last night, I wouldn't exactly have complained about going another round. But we couldn't, not yet anyways. The moment we discovered what this all was, I would be happy to jump both Eric and Godric.

"Just get dressed." I chose to turn around and began to undo the towel around myself. I held my breath and let the towel fall to my feet. I wasn't sure why I was suddenly feeling so body conscious around a naked Eric when I had only just been in a tub with the man minutes ago. But I was a woman; we had a tendency to not make any sense.

I jumped when I felt a pair of arms circling around my waist, tugging me against a hard chest. "Why do you hide from me?"

I shrugged, not sure myself. "I wonder sometimes why you even gave me a second glance that first night we met. Everyone else in the bar was staring at you, not just me. So why me? Why did you choose me?"

"I always knew you were more than just an ordinary girl." His lips met with my neck and my body trembled in reaction.

"So you were attracted to the power still locked inside of me."

"It was more than that, Savannah. You intrigue me, you do. You always have. Your power, perhaps, was a draw, I won't deny that. But it was more than that. You pulled me in all on your own, lover. I love you for who you are, for how you love. You are beautiful in our eyes, Savannah. You need to see what we do."

"I don't think I'm ugly. I just...I've seen the other women that fawn all over you at Fangtasia. Even that waitress last night. She was..."

"She wasn't you." He assured, his arms tightening around me. "You are the only one that I desire, that I think of constantly. You're the only human who has wormed their way into my heart, and it'll remain so."

I relaxed at his words, knowing that they were the truth. It wasn't just because he was acting tenderly with me, but because I could feel that he was being honest with me. I could see that he was telling me the truth. This new bond that we now shared, unless either of us tried extremely hard, we couldn't lie, we couldn't hide the truth from one another. And while I knew in the future, that would be a pain in the ass, I also saw the advantages. Eric did love me, just as he said he did.

"I love you." I turned in his arms, smiling up at the vampire. Our naked bodies were once again pressed together, and while I normally would have been turned on, I just felt comfortable and loved, like this was the most natural position to be in.

"And I love you, my sweet necromancer." He cupped my cheek, lowering his lips to mine. He barely ghosted his lips across mine before he shuddered and straightened. He wasn't the only one however, as I felt a voice sliding up my spine, whispering softly in my head.

"Eric. Savannah."

"Godric is calling us." Eric tilted his head to the side, and I knew he had felt, no heard the same thing.

"I know, I heard it too." I frowned as I stared up at him. "That's not normal, is it?"

"A maker has the ability to call on their progeny. But I've never heard of a vampire being able to call on a human." Eric's eyebrows furrowed, a single finger trailing across my cheek. "But you're not entirely human, now are you?"

"We have a bond now, the three of us. Maybe that's why." I guessed with a shrug. "We should get dressed."

Eric nodded and we parted, the vampire slipping into a black pair of tracksuit bottoms, a single blue stripe on either leg. He wore no shirt however, and waited as I slipped on his button up shirt, only doing a few up to keep myself semi decent before he held out his hand to me. I gladly took his hand and let him lead me out of the bedroom and down a narrow hallway before finding the same living room with the floor to ceiling windows. I barely had a moment to take a look around before he was whisking me down another hallway and into a fairly large room bigger than I think my entire apartment was. There were bookcases of shelves littering the room, with a desk sitting near the centre. Godric lifted his gaze from the other side of the desk as we entered the study, a book held in his grasps.

"Have you discovered something, master?" Eric wondered as he came to one of the leather chairs and sat down, tugging me down onto his lap as he did so. I shifted into a comfortable position before gazing over at Godric who was nodding. My heart skipped a beat, my thoughts traveling a mile a minute as I wondered what had possibly happened last night.

"What happened?" I asked out loud.

"I think I was able to come to a conclusion, but there are still some unknown factors that I'm not sure we'll ever completely understand." Godric ran a hand down his already tired face before moving around the desk and leaning against it in front of us.

"What is it, Godric?" there was a guarded expression on Eric's face as he searched his maker's face, looking an answer to all of our questions. When he found none, he continued verbally. "You look worried."

"I'm just unsure, my child." Godric sighed. "I don't like being so..."

"In the dark?" I offered.

"Yes, in the dark." Godric nodded. "Not when it has to do with our lives."

"So this is something big then." I guessed, my hands beginning to fidget nervously in my lap. "I knew it."

"We're still not sure yet if this is a good thing or a bad thing yet, so please don't fret my love." Godric held out a hand to me and I immediately took it, his fingers intertwining with mine. I felt an immediate wave of comfort the moment we touched and I sighed, the tension in my shoulders lessening. Eric took my other hand and our link was completed, a hum of electricity flowing between us. It was a comfortable feeling however, one that I was content on keeping. "Have you ever heard of the term, triumvirate?"

"It's a term I haven't heard in many centuries." Eric nodded. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's pretty much a threesome of power, isn't it?" my forehead wrinkled as I tried to think back to when I had heard the term before. It sounded familiar the moment Godric had said the word, but where? And then as if a light bulb had gone off, I remembered exactly where I had learned the term. "I took a Roman history class as an elective at Yale. Caesar, Magnus, and Crassus had an informal triumvirate, didn't they? Eventually that went to shambles and Caesar became a sole dictator. But there was a second, recognized triumvirate between Octavian, Antony, and Lepidus."

"I'm surprised a human would know so much about Roman history." Godric let his surprise show. "But yes, you're correct. Triumvirates were typically used in politics in the days that not even many of the undead would remember."

"Again I ask, what does this have to do with anything?" Eric questioned.

"Savannah is correct; a triumvirate is a fancy way of describing three sources of power combining into one. Typically, it was used on a political scale in the old world, and very rarely in this new modern world we now live in. But it has its other uses." Godric tapped the book he had been reading. "This was one of the volumes a good friend of mine had sent us. It had never made sense to us, to help explain what Savannah is, but I think now I understand it."

"What do you mean?" I raised an eyebrow.

"A triumvirate is very rare among the supernatural community. It's nearly impossible. Only two have ever been talked of, and that was through rumours with no absolute truth behind anything. I think now, however, I'm beginning to believe the tales." Godric's thumb ran over my wrist, my heart jumping in my chest.

"I still don't understand." Eric was frowning. "No offence, Godric, but cut to the chase already."

Godric sighed but nodded. "What happened last night, we all felt it. There was a part of you, Savannah, that has remained locked inside of you even after your powers have presented themselves. Last night, that last remaining magic, it was unleashed in the most peculiar and impossible ways. It didn't just flow between us like your power has before. I've felt your magic, and while it's felt wonderful, it never felt quite like that. I wasn't lying when I said I thought this magic was trying to bind us in a way that only blood could."

"So we do have this new bond between us." I nodded.

"It's more than just that. It's more than just what a simple blood bond could produce. We're tied together, connected in a way that we're one. Your magic, our essences, what allows us to walk among the living, it's intertwined into one entity. Your heart, it pumps for the three of us, giving us a life that neither of us has felt in many centuries."

"But you're both still dead..." I pointed out in confusion.

"Our hearts may not beat, we may not breathe, but in a sense, we're still alive. And you only made that even truer. But it's not just you giving us live, my love. I believe we've given you a part of ourselves as well. Do you still ache?"

I thought about it. I searched for the pain in my body and I...well I found nothing. "No, not anymore."

"I assume it's the same for you too, my child?"

Eric nodded. "But how?"

"We heal faster than humans do. After what occurred last night, even just the act of our...of our love making should still cause Savannah to ache in some way. But she's perfectly healthy. I think Savannah has gained that trait, at least some of it."

"So what, we've traded some things in this new tie to each other?" I was still so confused.

"We're one now, Savannah. We're not just three separate people. You're not just a necromancer, and we're not just vampires. Your powers may be yours, and we may still have our own traits, our own urges, but we are one. We live for the other. You breathe for us, we feed for you." Godric explained. "But I also think that it could be the other way, as well. If you were to bleed, so would we. We share our essences now. We share each other. That's why we can see so deeply into one another. Because we're one. We're not three, but instead one entity."

"A triumvirate." Eric breathed out, his eyes widening and if at all possible, he grew even paler. "A true triumvirate. But it's..."

"Impossible? Yes, it should be. But the only other two rumoured triumvirate in the supernatural community have been centered around necromancers. It was one of the reasons they were executed. Because as a triumvirate, the three become more powerful than anyone could imagine. Together they gain the power of the other. We thrive off of one another. To our enemies, we would be unstoppable."

"So this has happened before, with a necromancer and two vampires?" my heart was beginning to pound in my chest at all of this new information.

"Not necessarily. The necromancer is between the living and the dead. They are very much alive, but has ties to those that are very much dead. It wouldn't be uncommon if one were to link itself to one of the undead and one of the living, either a human or a shapeshifter, or perhaps even a witch or another supernatural being. No one can say for sure. All we know is from speculation, from rumours." Godric shrugged.

"When you said there were unknown factors, you weren't kidding huh?" I let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair. "So we're pretty much on one big learning curve."

"It would seem so. We can feel one another entirely. We can see into each other's memories, our thoughts, our deepest desires." Godric frowned at this. "But I think there may be a way to stop this, or at least to keep parts of our selves hidden and kept private."

"How?" Eric wondered.

"Much like you would keep parts of yourself hidden from me through our blood bond, my son. Shields."

"But even if we did that, we'd forever be linked together. That will never change, will it?" I was the one to guess.

Godric nodded. "The shields are only temporary, they can always be broken. Walls containing parts of ourselves can always be taken down and put up. It's metaphysical, only we can control that."

"So what you're saying is that unless we build these metaphysical barriers, we'll always be able to feel and see each other, because really, we're one." I chewed on my bottom lip.

"Yes."

"So then how do you make these walls? I mean, I don't mind knowing everything there is to know about you, and I have nothing to hide from either of you. But we're going to be driven insane eventually if we know what we're all thinking and feeling all the time. It's hard enough to deal with my emotions sometimes, I'm not sure I'm capable of feeling both of yours constantly too."

"We'll teach you." Eric squeezed my hand. "We have practice from our thousand years together, but I have a feeling those flimsy defences won't cut it this time."

"I think you're right." Godric agreed, his gaze falling on me. "What do you think about this, Savannah? Eric and I, we're used to a bond, while perhaps not one this strong, it isn't exactly new to us. But it is to you."

"I don't think I have much of a decision in the matter. My power pretty much decided this all on its own." I looked between the two vampires. "But if I'm going to be tired to two people for the rest of my life, then I'm glad it's you two. I mean, this isn't necessarily a terrible thing. It's not as scary as I thought it might be."

"That we know of." Eric pointed out. "There is still so much we still don't know. So much we'll be winging."

"All we can do," Godric straightened, squeezing my hand as he did so. "Is hope that there aren't too many surprises ahead of us."

A/N: just in case anyone was wondering, Triumvirate is pronounced: tri-um-vi-rate. so I just started my new job today (yay me! I've only spent the last eight months job hunting!) so my updating might be a little bit slower now. I'm not sure about my schedule, or how crazy things will get, but I promise that you'll still be getting updates from me. they may just be farther between. but we've come to the crazy part of the fic (yes, it gets even crazier) so I promise it'll be worth the wait!