Chapter Thirty Four:

"You should have just let the matter drop, Savannah." Godric sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he gazed out the window Eric had just left through. "You know he loves you. You know he cares. Why do you have to push him on this?"

I wrapped my arms around myself as I moved over to the couch. "Because I'm scared, Godric, okay? I'm scared out of my mind that this Sookie girl is going to come back one day for him. What am I going to do then? I can't lose him, Godric. I won't let it happen."

"And yet you do this?" he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest as he sent me a disproving look. "Pushing at him time and time again isn't going to secure what we have here; it's only going to tear it apart."

"I'm human, Godric. We fear things, we make mistakes, we do stupid things. I'm sorry I can't be all calm and collected like you are all the damn time." I muttered bitterly, feeling a headache coming on. I didn't need this right now. I loved Godric, just as much as I loved Eric, but I didn't need one of his lectures. Too much has happened in the last few days to warrant one. It wasn't like I had wanted any of this. I was perfectly alright with just letting Eric's past with women just slide. But the way he had reacted when I had brought up Sookie's name again, it only added fuel to the fire. She wasn't just some girl. She wasn't just a snack or a good fuck. She was so much more than that. So how much did she mean to Eric? And what did that mean for me? I couldn't help but feel threatened. If Eric was reacting this way, it meant that she was something special to him, something that I may not be able to compete against.

"Don't do that. Don't cry." Godric was at my side in seconds. I hadn't even realized the tears had begun slipping down my cheeks until Godric had mentioned it. I didn't bother to wipe them away, however, but Godric did so for me, his warm fingertips brushing each tear away as they fell. "Please don't doubt him. Sookie is a part of his past. But you my love, you are a part of his present, his future. We're a triumvirate, and we were much more than that before this bond was ever forged. If you had been merely a conquest, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to keep you. He wouldn't have done what he did last night, remember that. You are so much more than any other woman in his life, Savannah."

"But what if..." my bottom lip began to tremble. "What if she comes back and...what if he leaves me, leaves us?"

"Oh my love." Godric sighed, opening his arms to me which I gladly entered. I clutched onto him, all my fears, my worries, seeping out of me in the form of tears and sobs. I was so scared of losing Eric and Godric, so scared that one day this was all going to be taken from me. I had fought so hard to not let this be my life, to keep Eric from my thought and desires. I think a part of me knew that I would fall madly in love with him and I was just trying to protect myself from any heartbreak. But I had cracked and had allowed both of these vampires into my heart. And now we were so much deeper into this than I ever could have imagined. We weren't just lovers anymore. We depended on the other. And we always would. Godric had made it clear at the beginning that one heartbreak would destroy us all. I didn't realize how true that really was until now.

"I'm just so scared." I sobbed.

"Shh, I know my love, I know." He stroked my hair, his lips brushing against the top of my head soothingly. "But he loves you. He will never leave you. And neither will I. We're here for you, Savannah. You need to realize that you're no longer alone anymore."

I wasn't sure how long we sat there, Godric comforting my shaking form. Eventually the tears dried on my cheeks, my sobs becoming only heavy sighs. Godric continued to stroke my hair, his hand running up and down my back, every so often moving a little lower to where the hem of my shirt. Every time he did so, his fingertips would meet with my bare flesh and a soft moan would escape my lips. It felt like the warmth of summer on my skin. It was comforting and filled me with a sense of happiness, filling that small dark hole in my heart. Godric must have known the effect it was having on me as soon, he began lifting the back of the shirt higher and higher so he could place his palm flat against my bare back. A small gasp sounded from my lips the moment his hand was placed against me. My eyes flew open, a shudder consuming my body. It almost felt orgasmic the way the electricity was flowing between us, my essence coiling around his. Even without Eric to complete our triumvirate, our chain, having Godric so close brought me to a level of pleasure I wasn't sure was possible with only a single harmless touch.

"Savannah..." Godric's voice was raspy, and as I risked a glance up at him, I found his eyes were closed, a strained expression on his face as if he was trying to hold back, to control himself.

"You can feel it too?" I realized, slowly raising a hand to cup his cheek. The moment my hand touched his warm cheek however, the feeling only magnified, our moans sounding in unison. "Oh god, what is this?"

"I've never felt anything quite like this before. Even with Eric here, as our third, it's never felt like this." He licked his dry lips, his eyes slowly opening. I was surprised to find his sea coloured orbs darkened out of lust. It was a look I would have expected out of Eric. He stared at me like a lion would a gazelle, a look of complete seduction. A year ago, I would have shied away from a look like that. But now, now it only sent me in complete disarray.

"Godric..." I rested a hand on his bare chest, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head from the sheer intensity of pleasure that coursed between us. "Oh god...this is...oh...Godric, I..."

I didn't need to say another word, the vampire understanding me completely. He didn't even bother to bring me into the bedroom, and instead, ripped the shirt from my form right there in the living room. I gasped as Godric's lips met mine, as he pressed his hand firmly into my back and forced me down onto the cushions. He pressed himself against me, his arousal growing beneath his thin cotton pants. I rocked my hips, trying to meet his erection with my burning hot core. A low growl sounded from the back of Godric's throat, his fangs extending as he nipped my bottom lip, drawing blood.

"Oh god..." I moaned, throwing my head back as he licked at the few drops of blood before trailing his lips across my jaw and to my ear. "Oh god...oh Godric..."

"Is this..." Godric pushed my legs wide, his fingertips brushing across my wet arousal with intention. "What you want, my love?"

"Oh god yes. Please Godric..." I pleaded, bucking my hips wildly, wishing for him to push into me, to bring my pleasures to heightened ecstasy.

He flicked his tongue out, catching my spot of weakness just below my ear right at the same moment he pushed his fingers inside of me, his thumb rubbing my sensitive nub with vigour. There was no easing into the orgasm that suddenly crashed down around me, that sent my body into a complete frenzy. It hit me with such intensity, I could barely breathe as wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over my shaking form. Godric didn't let up however, and instead, pumped his fingers faster inside of me, adding another one to the party. I raked my finger nails down his back, animalistic growls emitting from the vampire pleasuring my body completely. This was our first time having sex just the two of us. This was the first time we were alone and enjoying the pleasurable delicacies that were our bodies. And I was enjoying every single minute of it.

"Say my name." He whispered huskily, his fangs grazing across my breasts, his tongue teasing my hardened nipples. "I want to hear you say it."

I felt like I was floating in heaven as Godric's fingers moved so fast that I didn't even think it was possible. I couldn't think straight, I couldn't even see properly. And I didn't even care. Because the sensations surging through me, the pleasure that was doubling by the second, it erased all of the tears I had shed, it had chased away my jealousy, my thoughts of doubt. In that moment, it was just Godric and I, two lovers, and there was nothing that could possibly get in the way of that.

"Oh...oh god...Godric! Oh god I'm going to...please...I want you...oh god I so want you." I begged, panting as I was thrown into a second orgasm, though I wasn't even sure if I had ever come down from the first or if it had just all melted together. It didn't matter. It was glorious. It was out of this world.

"As you wish." He rose off of me just long enough to hastily rip his pants off before returning to his position above me.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of me, making sure to drag the electric orgasm on and on as long as possible. I was digging my fingers into his back now, drawing blood from the vampire. Another growl sounded as he suddenly positioned himself before thrusting inside of me. I cried out in pleasure, in complete ecstasy. The world was spinning around me as he lowered his lips to my nipples, sucking one between his fangs. I bucked my hips, rocking against his thrusts and pushing him deeper inside of me until he hit the sweet spot. Colours were swirling around me, sounds barely registering except for my rapid moans over and over again between the screams that escaped my lips.

"You. Are. Mine." Godric's fangs were poised over a breast before suddenly sinking into the flesh.

A gasp of both pain and pleasure slipped from my lips before Godric's pace began to quicken. He thrust entirely inside of me, only to slip himself out. Before I could even register what was happening, he would rock right back inside of me, hitting me in all the right spots and sending me into another gasp inducing orgasm.

"Godric!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I scratched at his back, blood dripping down his porcelain skin as the orgasm washed over me with so much intensity, I couldn't see.

But it wasn't just the orgasm that was pouring through me; it wasn't just the orgasm that had rendered me temporarily blind.

It felt like I was travelling back in time, like I was watching a movie play out before me. It took me a moment, while my physical body was shaking in pleasure, to realize that it wasn't a movie at all, and instead, memories. But they weren't my memories. They weren't my memories at all.

They were Godric's.

I watched like a ghost as Godric was beaten as a child, taken into slavery. I watched as his faceless maker branded him before ripping open his throat and turning him into a monster. I watched as Godric stood in a ring of bloodied bodies, the blood dripping from his fangs. I watched as he fed from women, as he used them in ways I never thought he ever could. He ripped men apart, taking great pleasure in the agony he caused as he drained them, as he licked his lips after a treat. I watched as he watched a Viking Eric, a very human warrior, taking a spear to his abdomen on the battlefield. I watched as he hovered over Eric, a smirk on his lips before he sunk his fangs into his neck, creating his own progeny. I watched as the two roamed the earth, ripping apart humans just as Godric had once done alone for so many centuries. I watched as the two slipped apart, as Godric stood on the top of the rooftop in Dallas, as Eric pleaded for him to live, to stay with him. I watched as Godric and I met that first night so long ago.

And then suddenly, I was jerked from the memories, pulled back into the present only to find Godric hovering over me, his eyes wide with fear as he stared down at me. My own eyes widened as those images of Godric ripping flesh and limbs apart, as he drained women carelessly and for fun, were imbedded in my mind. I knew Godric had a dark past, I knew he was ashamed of the monster he had once been. But I never imagined I would ever witness those murders, those deaths that he had brought upon so many over his two thousand years of existence.

"Savannah? I..." Godric began, and if possible, he paled even further.

I didn't know what to say. I was too shocked, too appalled to utter a single word. Godric reached out to me and it took me a moment to realize he had already pulled out of me. I flinched as he laid his hand upon my cheek, though I couldn't help it. I hadn't meant to. I instantly regretted it as I watched the sadness seep into those sea coloured orbs of his as he pulled back, sitting up and moving to the very end of the couch.

"Godric..." I managed out as I sat up, wrapping my arms around myself as if I was cold. And I was. It felt like a chill was in the air. And I knew exactly the cause of it.

"I never wanted you to know the real me."

Those were the only words spoke before suddenly, a gust of wind blew my tangled hair back out of my face, the vampire vanishing from sight. I immediately pulled myself to my feet, hearing the vampire shuffle around the bedroom. But my legs were still shaky from our escapades, and before I could even try and take a step, I could vaguely hear the slamming shut of a window from within the apartment. I sighed, my eyes closing as I fought the urge to cry. In a span of an hour, I had managed to run off both of the men that I loved.

"Good going, Savannah." I muttered to myself as I collapsed back onto the couch, unable to control my emotions any longer.

For a second time that night, I found myself weeping, sobs escaping my lips. Only I didn't have one of my lovers to comfort me this time. I was completely alone.

"What's stuck up your ass tonight?" Pam raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow as she stood beside Eric's throne, the gawking fangbangers eyeing them closely. "You've been moody ever since you got here an hour ago. Trouble in paradise?"

"Not now, Pamela." Eric snapped, sending her a glare. "I'm not in the mood for this."

"What exactly are you in the mood for then?" she planted a hand on her hip with pursed lips. "Because you're not making the bar any money with your glares, Eric. You're scaring the blood bags away."

"And I should care why?"

"Well this is your bar after all." She made sure to point out, her annoyance growing. "Either give the blood bags what they paid for, or go sulk in the back. You're bad for business, Eric. Fix it."

With that, Pam twisted on her stiletto heels and stormed off the stage, returning to her post outside the front entrance. Eric watched her leave bitterly before throwing his glare back at the gaggle of giggling girls edging closer to the stage. The mere look stopped them in their tracks, sending them hurrying away in fright before they could grow any closer. He knew Pam was right however, he knew he was scaring business away. He watched over the last hour as the once packed bar began to decrease in bodies until there were only the usual morsels and vampires that were used to his mood swings. But he just couldn't find it in himself to leave. The loud music, the chatter around him, it was enough to help distract his thoughts. Just not his mood. But that was fine. He didn't care if he was in a rotten mood, just that he didn't think about Savannah and her jealous thoughts. As long as he didn't think about the fact that while he sat there sulking, she and Godric were back at his apartment, pleasuring themselves without him. And most importantly, he couldn't think about the blonde woman he had tried so desperately not to think about in the last year.

"Sheriff, may I have a moment of your time?"

Eric groaned inwardly as his glare focused on the form before him. The last person he wanted to entertain was Bill Compton. He had half a mind to demand him from the bar, to throw him out and not care about the consequences. But by the look on Bill's face, and the fact that he was alone without a single guard at his side or inside the bar at all, Eric knew this visit wasn't a good one.

"And what exactly can I help you with tonight, William?" Eric curled his hands around the armrest of his throne.

"Why don't we talk in a more...private place." Bill glanced around the bar quickly before resting his gaze on Eric.

Eric just nodded as he stood with grace, leading the way across the bar and to the door leading into the back hallway. Eric ushered Bill into his office where he hesitantly sat in his desk chair, Bill sitting across from him rigidly.

"What's this about, Bill? I have a business to run. I'm busy." Eric masked the worry that was bubbling inside of him, trying his best to shield from both Godric and Savannah. He didn't need either to worry, and he certainly didn't need their heightened pleasure clouding his judgement.

"I know what she is, Eric." A surprising smirk began slipping across Bill's lips as he leaned forward. "I know what your little human is hiding."

If Eric had a heart that could stop, it surely would have. Eric sat there, frozen as ice as he just stared at Bill in wonder. He tried to mask his emotions, but he wasn't sure he was able to do so with complete perfection as usual. His mind was reeling. Bill knew. He didn't know how Bill knew, how he possibly could have found out, but he knew. And that's what mattered. Because the last person he ever wanted to know about Savannah's gifts, about what she was, it was Bill. He had lied to Sookie, he had nearly taken her to the Queen before he had 'fallen in love' with her. He had nearly betrayed the woman he claimed to have loved. What would he have done with Eric's human? What would he have done to hurt the only woman Eric's allowed himself to love? No, Bill was someone that couldn't have known. And yet, now he did.

Eric would never admit it out loud, but he was scared. Not for himself, but for the very woman he had only argued with an hour ago.

"By the look on your face, I would say that you're surprised." Bill sat back, a look of triumph on his face as if he had just won. And perhaps he had. "You didn't think you could hide her from me forever, did you? Eventually I was going to find out that your so called innocent human was actually a necromancer. I knew she was powerful, but I never imagined that. I thought they had all been killed after the Spanish Inquisition."

"How?" Eric managed out. "How did you find out?"

"You're not denying it? Well that's good." Bill's smirk widened as he clasped his hands in his lap. "I'm the King of Louisiana, Eric. I know everything."

"How?" Eric growled in demand.

"You might want to think twice about those that you surround yourself with, Eric. Not everyone is as loyal as you may believe." Bill shrugged cryptically.

Eric curled his hands into fists, weighing the options silently. He could kill Bill. He could rip him apart, limb by limb just as he always imagined doing. It would ensure that the secret would remain safe, that no one else ever found out about Savannah. But he also knew the fingers would be pointed at him, no matter how he made Bill's death look. He may be older than many of the vampires in the AVL and Authority, and he may not fear a single one of them and what they could do. But it was Savannah that he feared for. She barely even understood her own power; she couldn't even control her own gifts. She couldn't defend herself against an attack, that was apparent last night with those witches attacking from afar. If anyone were to find out about her, she would be defenceless. And even worse, there were those that knew Savannah was his human, knew that the one way to ensure that he paid for his crimes would be to go after her. And he just couldn't let that happen. They may have argued, she may have doubted his love, his loyalty, but that didn't change how he felt. He still loved her; he would still do anything to ensure her safety.

He just needed to think of how he could do that without putting her even more at risk than she already was.

"What exactly do you plan on doing with this information?" Eric questioned in a low voice. "Going to run to Flanagan, act like the bitch that you are until you're thrown a bone for good behaviour?"

Bill snickered and shook his head. "Of course not."

"What are you playing at here, Bill?" Eric narrowed his eyes. "What the hell do you want from me, from her?"

"I want her to do me a little favour." Bill's smirk widened.

"What sort of favour?"

"I want her to infiltrate the coven."

"Excuse me?" Eric's eyebrow shot up. "What did you just say?"

"I want her to be my eyes and ears in that coven. I want her to join the witches so we can be rest assured they aren't growing eve more powerful than they already have." Bill explained.

"No." Eric shook his head. "Absolutely not. Out of the question."

"You don't have much of a choice in the matter, Eric." Bill stood and straightened his suit jacket. "I know what she is, Eric. And I know just how dangerous she could become."

"Are you threatening her?" Eric too stood, looking ready to pounce over the desk at Bill.

"All I'm saying is that I may not be going to the Authority now, but that won't stop me from doing so in the future." Bill began towards the door. "And you know as well as I do that she would be executed on the spot."

"I won't let that happen." Eric growled protectively.

"No, I didn't think that you would. For whatever reason, and to my complete surprise, you actually care for this girl. And I can respect that. So for all of our sakes, you'll do as I say. She will go to the coven and she will do as I ask. Or else her days will be numbered."

"I will kill you personally if a single hair on her head is harmed." Eric threatened.

Bill only smiled tightly as he opened the office door, glancing over his shoulder at the raging Viking.

"I'll look forward to your answer, Sheriff. Make sure it's the right one. Or else."