Chapter Thirty Two:

Something was wrong.

Godric knew this the moment he was forced awake hours before he should have awoken from his dead rest. A frown settled on his lips as he laid there, his eyes adjusting to the dark room with ease. He glanced beside him, expecting to find Savannah still wrapped in their arms, but only found his progeny sleeping peacefully beside him. He strained his senses, searching for the necromancer in the apartment, but found her nowhere. Worried that her sudden disappearance was the reason he had been awoken, he sat up and pushed through his bonds, searching for the woman he loved.

What he discovered was enough to force a gasp from his lips.

"Savannah..." he whispered painfully, a twinge of agony erupting around his still heart. He grunted as he laid a hand over his heart. Something was most definitely wrong. This pain didn't belong to him or his child beside him. This pain belonged to only one. "Where are you?"

He pushed harder against their bond, searching desperately for Savannah, and was relieved to find that she was only at her home. She should have been safe there. But then why was he feeling such agony coming from the girl? Had something happened to her? He tried to push harder at their bond, at their triumvirate, but found that he could go no further. There was a block in their flowing essences, forcing him out. The harder he pushed, the further he was thrown back until finally, the pain he had once felt, vanished completely.

Godric was relieved at first, hoping Savannah was fine, that it had only been a scare. But as he searched for her, searched for any remnants of their bond, he found none. His frown deepened as he pushed and pushed, searching deeper than he had before. Their newly formed bond had been so tightly knit together that it should have been impossible. Not even he could shield himself so well that it was as if the bond never had existed. But that's exactly what it felt like. There was just nothing, a void where she had once been inside of him.

And that frightened him.

"Eric." Godric called to his child, waking the thousand year old Viking within seconds.

Eric blinked his eyes open, Godric's call forcing him awake. He moved with ease as he sat up, running a hand through his messy hair as he shot a glance at his maker.

"Godric?" he raised an eyebrow at the expression on his maker's face. Something was wrong. That was the first thought that crossed his mind. He had only seen that look on Godric's face a handful of times, and it never had been for a good reason. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Savannah." Godric breathed out, his fear filled orbs meeting Eric's.

Eric frowned as he glanced down to where the auburn haired girl should have been sleeping between them. But she wasn't there. She wasn't in the apartment at all.

"Where is she?" he questioned.

"At home." Godric answered, his voice strained. "Can you feel her, my son? Can you feel her at all?"

"What sort of question is that, of course I..."But Eric paused mid sentence, pushing at the bonds he shared. He felt his maker with ease, with his progeny following suit. He could just barely feel the blood bond he had created with Lafayette, with his bond with Sookie having been dormant for nearly an entire year. It was the newly formed bond with Savannah, however, that he sought for, that he pushed through himself for. But as hard as he searched, he couldn't feel a single string of that bond. He pushed to find that familiar warm essence of the human he happily called his own. But he felt nothing. It was as if she had never been there, inside of him. As if their triumvirate had never existed.

Or as if she never existed.

"I can't feel her." Eric's eyes widened. "Why can't I feel her, Godric?"

"I don't know." Godric ran a hand through his short brown hair as he climbed from the bed, beginning to pace before it. "I awoke only minutes ago and as I searched for her, I felt this excruciating pain. It belonged to her, Eric. This pain that I felt, it was hers."

"Then why can't I feel anything?" Eric demanded to know.

"You're not the only one, my son. I can no longer feel her. It's as if our triumvirate had never been formed."

"But you still had a blood bond with her." Eric pointed out, panic beginning to rise in the vampire. He never panicked. He was not one to jump to conclusions and panic. But in that moment, he couldn't help himself. The mere thought that anything had happened to Savannah pained it, it ripped him up inside. He had never felt such intensity towards any human, any woman before in his long life. But she was different than all the rest. She was much more than a sex object or a blood bag. She was his. She was theirs. And he would let himself be at the mercy of his own emotions as long as it meant that his lover was alright, that she was fine, that she had grown so good at shielding that she had blocked them off from her completely.

"I can't feel her at all. That's what worries me." Godric ran a hand down her face. "Something is wrong, Eric, I can feel it. Something has happened to her."

"We need to go to her." Eric decided, throwing himself off the bed and preparing to fly himself to Savannah's side immediately.

Godric however, stopped him, nodding towards the windows that were still covered. "Eric, the sun."

"But Savannah." Eric argued, not thinking straight. He was blinded by his worry, by his fear. He had never allowed his emotions to cloud his judgement in the past. But this was Savannah, this was the only woman he had allowed himself to love, to truly want and desire.

"I know, my son. But she wouldn't want either of us to die and be no use to her." Godric reasoned.

Eric cursed under his breath, beginning to pace the length of the room with such speed, even Godric was growing dizzy watching him.

"Please, my child, calm yourself. This won't do us any good." Godric sighed.

"She's in pain, Godric. We can't feel her, we can't help her, we can't fucking go to her." Eric snapped, his fangs extending with a single click. "I'm going to damn well pace if I fucking want to."

Godric shook his head but didn't utter another word. He knew how deeply Eric cared for the girl, whether he admitted that out loud or not. He could feel it now, the panic, the fear and worry that was pouring out of his progeny. He had never felt Eric feel in such a way before. He had always kept his emotions in a tightly locked box, refusing to let himself feel. But Savannah had changed that. She had very slowly begun to crack that lock, the box beginning to burst open at the seams. He may never admit it, but Godric knew Eric would die for her, if the time ever came. He loved her, much like Godric loved her. They would do anything in their power to protect her.

And yet, they couldn't. Not now, not yet at least. There were still hours before the sun would begin to set and they would be safe to travel to her, to be at her side, to protect her in the way they should have done from the start. Godric tried to explain such pain she had felt, he tried to understand what was happening. But the more he thought about it, he began thinking the worse. And he couldn't let himself do that. He needed to hope for the best, to believe that his love was perfectly alright. He couldn't think anything other than that. He just couldn't.

The moment the sun set, Eric was the first to dash from the apartment through an open window, Godric following close behind. The two were mere blurs in the night sky as they flew across the city to Savannah's home. Eric didn't hesitate the rip the window from the second story bedroom off as he flew into the house. Godric, however, was forced to hover outside, to watch as his progeny knelt at the side of their unconscious third.

"Savannah?" Eric's voice was panicked as he held her, as he cradled her head in his lap. "Savannah wake up. You need to wake up now, lover. Wake up for me, please."

Godric listened for a heartbeat, his hands grasping the sill of the window. It pained him that he could not be at her side, that he could not be there with his progeny. But he was kept outside by the invisible barrier that could only be broken by an invitation. His only relief came when he could hear the faintest heartbeat. It was barely there, but that fact that her beautiful heart was still beating gave him hope.

"Give her your blood." Godric ordered, his face haunted with concern.

Eric nodded, not wasting anytime as he bit into his wrist, forcing Savannah's slack jaw open. His pressed his bleeding wound to her lips, the drops falling past her lips, across her tongue, and into her throat. Eric massaged her throat as best as he could, praying that the blood would be swallowed. Godric spied the rare bloody tears beginning to form in the corner of Eric's eyes, tears that Eric had never freely shared. But this was not the time for masked emotions. This was Savannah lying there in Eric's arms, motionless and barely even alive. There was no hiding anything now.

"Come on Savannah, wake up. Please lover, wake up for me. You need to wake up." Eric pleaded, ripping this wrist open for a second time as it began to heal. "Open those beautiful eyes, lover. Let me so those eyes that I fell in love with. Please my love, wake up."

But no matter how many times Eric ripped open his wrist and forced his blood into her system, the unconscious girl remained motionless. A cry of frustration escaped Eric's lips as his hands curled into fists, slamming them down onto the ground. The floor shook, Godric's heart breaking at the sight. He tried desperately to enter the house, to will the invisible barrier to disappear. But it was no use.

"Please." Eric stroked her pale cheek, running his fingers through her hair as he cradled her body to his chest. "Please Savannah. Wake up for me, for us. Please. I will not lose you. Not yet. I only just got you."

Godric was gripping the window sill so tightly, the wood began to splinter and break. He wanted to tear the house apart until there was no longer a house to keep him from Savannah. He wanted nothing more than to hold her, that to comfort his son. But he could do nothing but watch and ponder what to do next.

And that's when a thought struck him.

"Eric," Godric tried to grab his attention. "Eric, listen to me."

"She won't wake up. Why won't she wake up?" Eric looked up at his maker like a lost little boy. Godric's heart broke in two. He had never seen that look on his child's face. He had never witnessed Eric looking so vulnerable. He didn't look like the Viking warrior he had first met him as. He didn't look like the vicious vampire he had taught him to be. He looked like a mere human afraid to lose the woman he loved. "What do we do? What do we do, Godric?"

"Flesh to flesh. You need to touch her flesh to flesh." Godric explained hurriedly, not sure how much time they would have. While her heart had begun to beat stronger because of the vampire blood now flowing through her veins, it still wasn't enough to bring her back to them. They needed something more. And with Savannah, that seemed to be flesh to flesh. Whenever they touched, whenever their flesh touched flesh, it was as if nothing else mattered. It was as if they became connected, as if their essences curled around one another. It had worked on countless of occasions in the past. Eric had been able to bring Savannah out of shock after the incident in the cemetery not too long ago. If they were able to touch her flesh to flesh, they could share their essence, their magic, their own warmth to battle whatever darkness was stealing from their love. "I can feel the darkness from her. I can feel the magic stealing what is hers, Eric. Before we were even a triumvirate, our flesh touching hers was magical. It could help her now."

"She has the deeper bond with you though. You should do this." He shook his head.

"I'm here, Eric, and you're there. Do this, my son. Bring her back to us. Please." Godric urged.

Eric could only nod as he reached down and ripped the dress right down the front before pushing the fabric from her body. He left her in her bra and panties before lifting her into his arms, rising to his feet before laying her on the bed. Within only seconds, Eric had stripped to nothing but his boxers, curling his body around Savannah's. The moment their bodies met, the moment his flesh touched hers, Godric could feel it. It was as if they had all been shocked. It was as if a current of electricity was surging through the link between them all. Godric had to close his eyes as he braced himself against the destroyed window sill. Unnecessary breaths left his lips as he pushed at that broken bond, at the emptiness deep inside of him. He could feel the darkness, the evil that was blocking what they had only just created. Whatever had attacked Savannah, it was dark in nature, its magic black and truly evil. Alone, she may not have been able to defeat that darkness, but together, as a perfect triumvirate, they were able the fight back together.

"I can feel it." Eric's voice was hoarse. "I can feel the magic inside of her. What is this, Godric? I've never felt anything like it before. It's as if someone is trying to rip her magic out of her. What could do this?"

"I don't know. I honestly don't know." Godric sighed. "But together, we can defeat it."

Eric nodded as his arms tightened around Savannah's form. He gently kissed her shoulders, her neck, and with every touch of his lips, they could feel together, the impact they were having. Warmth began to spread through their usually cold forms. They could feel the flicker of life, of that beating heart that was now theirs. With the help of their power, of what gave them life, they were able to send the darkness, the black magic, running. That hand that had curled around her essence was pried open, being slashed at by both vampires metaphysically. There was no match for the combined power they held, and it wasn't long before a sigh escaped the lips of the once unconscious girl lying in Eric's arms, as if she had just been released from captivity.

"There she is." Eric sighed in relief, his own eyes closing as he clung to the girl. "I can feel her. She's ours again."

"She is." Godric couldn't help the small, relieved smile from crossing his lips. He leaned his forehead against the side of the window sill, his eyes opening as he watched the chest rise up and down, her heartbeat steady and strong. His smile widened when he saw the littlest movement from the girl, from the one they were able to call theirs. That small twitching grew to her limbs moving until a soft groan emitted from her lips.

"Savannah?" Eric whispered, raising a hand to stroke her cheek. "My sweet sweet necromancer, open those beautiful eyes now."

Another groan sounded before those eyes began to flutter open. Seeing those silvery blue eyes, it brought a sense of relief and happiness to both vampires. Happiness that reached Savannah in mere seconds as her eyes opened completely, taking in her surroundings.

"E-Eric?" she questioned, blinking to bring the room, and the vampire beside her, into focus. The moment she caught sight of those dazzling blue eyes, tears began to form in her eyes. She thought she would never see those eyes again. She thought she would never get to feel his arms wrapped around her. She thought the moment the pain had consumed her that that was it, that she was being tugged from this world and pulled into the afterlife. But here she was, lying in her own bed, with her Viking holding her against him. And as she slowly lifted her head, she was able to spot Godric hovering just outside her window, a look of relief filling those sea coloured orbs. "Hi."

"Hi. She says hi." Eric snorted, though there was a rare smile on his lips as his arms tightened around her. "You will never do this to us again, do you understand me? I will kick your ass into next year if you do."

"I'll take that threat to heart." She sighed, a tear slipping down her cheek. Eric quickly brushed to away.

"Don't start that. You know how much I hate when you leak like that." his nose scrunched up. "I don't do human tears. Ever."

"Or your own." she reached a shaking hand up to brush away the bloody red tear that had slid down his own cheek. "Were you crying for me?"

"No." He muttered in defence.

"My big tough vampire was crying for me." the tiniest smile crossed her lips. "You really do love me."

"Of course I do." he rolled his eyes before shooting Godric a glance. "I think someone else would like to join us."

"Oh right." The colour began to return to her cheeks. "You can come in, Godric."

Within only seconds, Godric was on the other side of her, lying on his side as he wrapped his arm just below Eric's on her waist. She snuggled between the two vampires, a sigh leaving her lips as she let her eyes flutter back close.

"What happened?" she asked in a soft voice, another tear slipping down her cheek. "I...I just remember being in so much pain and then...nothing."

"I awoke and felt your pain before..." Godric trailed off, his voice strained as he remembered the horrible thoughts he had. "I thought we had lost you, Savannah. I feared the worst when I could no longer feel you."

"I couldn't feel you either." She admitted. "You were just no longer there. I was so scared that something had happened to you two, that that was why I was...but then I felt someone trying to steal my power, my magic, and I knew it wasn't you who had been attacked, but me."

"Do you know what it was, who attacked you?" Godric questioned.

She nodded, her body beginning to shake. Godric and Eric shared a look over her form, both drawing closer to her.

"What was it, lover?" Eric lowered his voice, the backs of his fingers caressing her cheek. "Tell us; tell us what happened to you. I will kill them. I will rip them to pieces and enjoy their agony for what they've done to you."

"It was..." Savannah opened her eyes, meeting Eric's piercing blue orbs. She chewed her bottom lip as she remembered the darkness, the tug at her magic. She had felt it before, but only once. And she realized what she had felt before, hadn't even been a little taste of what happened hours ago. "Do you remember when I told you what happened at the magic shop with the coven leader?"

Both vampires nodded. "You told us it was as if you couldn't breathe, as if someone else was harnessing your magic." Godric remembered.

"It was Marnie. Or at least I think it was Marnie. Maybe it was something else too; maybe it was more than just her or not her at all. But I remember the darkness, that dark, evil magic that I felt from her once. It was inside of me, it had consumed me as it began ripping my own magic apart, tearing it out of me. It was horrible, oh god it was the worst thing I've ever felt in my life." more tears began to slide down her cheeks as she remembered the horrible pain.

"Shh." Eric kissed each cheek, licking away the tears as they fell. "Please don't cry. You're safe now. I'll kill her, I will."

Godric sent his child a pointed look, but couldn't verbally argue with him. Because the monster from within, the beast that lay dormant inside of him, it agreed completely. This woman, this witch, had caused his love pain; she had almost been taken from them. He would do anything in his power to make them pay for what they've done

"Later. Just stay here. Please." Savannah grabbed onto both of their arms, clutching onto them as if her life depended on it.

"We'll never leave you, my love. Never." Godric vowed, kissing the back of her neck. "We are a triumvirate now. We are yours forever, and you are ours."

A small smile appeared on her lips as the tears slowly began to stop. Her heart fell into a steady pattern as she slowly began to drift off into a peaceful slumber while both Eric and Godric held onto her tightly, refusing to let her go. They had nearly lost her. They refused to let that happen ever again.

"Question." Savannah's voice was groggy as sleep tugged at her consciousness.

"Hm?" Godric mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck.

"Why are Eric and I practically?" Savannah questioned. "And why aren't you?"

It took me a moment to remember where I was as I slowly began to wake up. I let out a soft moan, my limbs stretching out as my eyes fluttered open. I was welcomed by the sight of my white ceiling staring down at me. I forgot momentarily, all that had happened, and cuddled further under the warm sheets surrounding me, digging my head into my pillow. Only it wasn't a pillow I was resting my head on. I let my eyes wander downwards until I found the clothed form of one of my vampire lovers. I couldn't help but smile as my gaze travelled over the chest I wish wasn't so covered before meeting the amused orbs of Godric.

"Hello." My smile widened.

"Hello to you." His warm hand cupped my cheek, a sigh of content escaping from my lips. My arm tightened around Godric's waist as I snuggled closer to the vampire. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. I feel more like myself at least."

"I'm glad." He began stroking my hair. "We were so worried, Savannah. We...we feared the worst."

"Speaking of which..." I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes searched for the tall vampire that was nowhere to be found. I felt a sense of emptiness not having him near, not having his arms wrapped around me like they once were. My smile morphed into a frown as I searched the room, only to find no sight of him. "Where's Eric?"

"He had to take a call from Pam and didn't want to disturb you." Godric assured. "He's only in the hallway."

As if feeling my distress, which I was sure he could, the bedroom door opened and in walked my second lover. I sighed in relief, the smile returning to my lips as our eyes locked.

"I'll be there tomorrow. We'll talk then." Eric quickly hung up, a smile playing on his lips as he strode over to the bed, bending down to brush his lips against mine. "Hello sleeping beauty."

I rolled my eyes. "Hello Prince charming."

"And here I thought that title would belong to Godric." he smirked.

"You're probably right about that." I snickered, looking back to the older vampire. "You're much more charming than your progeny."

Godric only chuckled and smiled as Eric returned to his position beside me on the bed. I felt whole the moment both vampires were at my sides, the moment I was between them. It was amazing how wonderful this feeling felt. I could feel their essences flowing through me, I could feel them inside of me in a way I never thought possible. And I loved it. Even more now that I knew it was what saved me, what had battled away that darkness. They truly were my knights in shining armour.

"Dawn is approaching. We're going to have to leave soon." Eric brought up, his fingers dancing across my bare shoulder.

I pouted. "I don't want you to go."

"Well unless you'd rather your lovers burnt to a crisp, there's no choice in the matter." Eric pointed out with a chuckle.

"Stupid sun." I clutched onto my Eric and Godric's arms, wishing neither had to leave. But I knew better than to hope they could stay. They were vampires. While they may have been old enough to wake before the sun set, and even remain up a few hours after the sun rose, they could never stay with me here, in this bedroom. It was too dangerous. They were creatures of the night, and there was nothing I could do to change that.

"You love the sun. And I love that you smell like the sun." Godric mused.

"I hate the sun. I'd much rather the moon and the stars." I mumbled. "But I know you have to go. And my mom will be home soon anyways."

"You could always come with us." Eric suggested. "I'd rather have you in my arms as I slept than for you to be alone."

"I can't." I shook my head sadly. "I wish I could, but my mom nearly saw the fang marks. She'll be suspicious if I'm not here when she comes home."

"So then let her be suspicious." Eric pressed. "Come with us, lover. Be with us."

"Eric, don't pester her." Godric sent him a pointed look.

I sighed and shifted in the bed so Eric and I were staring at one another. "I wish it was that easy. I love you both and I want nothing more than to always be with you two. But I just can't."

"We understand." Godric assured. "Don't we Eric?"

"And what if a repeat of today occurs?" Eric ignored Godric as he continued to push at the subject. "What if this witch attacks you again from afar? What then? At least with us, you'll be safe. You need us, Savannah. Stop fighting that."

"I'm not fighting that, Eric." I raised my hand to cup his cheek. "But it's just...it's hard."

"No it's not hard." His face contorted in frustration. "Come with us."

"Eric, I..."

"You agree with me, don't you, Godric?" Eric looked to his maker for help. "What if this happens again? If we're at her side, she'll be safe. We can protect her. We can'tif she's here and we're not."

Godric sighed but I knew what was coming. "Unfortunately, I must agree with him, Savannah. It would be safer if we were at your side in case this was to happen again."

"So I'll always have to be at your side?" I tried to sit up, only for both vampires' arms to hold me down.

"Just for the next few days, until we can discuss what to do next. These witches are growing in power, quicker than we thought that they might. Until we can come up with a plan, you're in danger. You're power, you're magic, it's thrilling to these witches; it's what they desire. With your magic, they'd be unstoppable, they'd be able to do any spell, any incantation, and they won't care what the consequences might be. But we can stop that; we can fight back together, the three of us, if we're together." Godric tried to explain.

I knew he was right. I knew both were right. I did need them, as much as I hated to admit that. I wasn't strong enough, not on my own, not yet. Maybe if I practiced, maybe if I learned more about my gift, about what I was, then I could fight my own battles. But until then, I needed Eric and Godric.

Eventually I had no other choice than to sigh and nod in agreement, knowing I had to go along with this plan of theirs, at least until I could think of another way around this. And anyways, it wasn't like it would be horrible to spend more time with them. I just worried about what my mother might think.

"I'll need to pack some clothes."

"I'll buy you new clothes." Eric smirked triumphantly, knowing he had won.

"Of course you will." I rolled my eyes, but felt myself ease of tension. The thought of being at their side, of my two vampires protecting me at all costs, it made me feel relieved. Nothing could possibly hurt me, not while I was with them. "I guess we should leave then."

"Perhaps you two should get dressed first." Godric suggested.

I knew what Eric was going to say before the words even left his mouth and I groaned.

"Now where would the fun in that be?"