Chapter Forty Four:
"What are you doing? Are we there yet?" I gazed around the field Godric had landed us in with a deep frown. There was no house in sight. Actually, there was absolutely nothing in sight. Not even a single tree for miles. Where the hell were we?
"Not quite." Godric shook his head as he gingerly took my arm in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the still bleeding wounds. "Are you still in pain?"
"It's sort of just turned numb." I shrugged, though I couldn't help but wince as he gently swiped a finger across one of the smaller gashes. "I'm fine; I think Eric biting me hurt more than whatever Marnie did to me."
Godric's frown deepened. "I should have stopped him before he could have hurt you. I failed you."
"You didn't fail me, Godric." I rolled my eyes. "Eric's not himself and neither of us are really used to this Eric."
"He's acting as if I only just turned him. But even a younger Eric knew control better than this."
"This isn't exactly Eric. That's what you keep telling me, remember? He stopped, that's all that mattered. And he stopped on his own."
"Because he could feel your pain." Godric tilted his head to the side. "Whatever spell Marnie cast on Eric and our triumvirate, it appears your blood is the key."
"But it only gave us our bond back. Not Eric." I pointed out sadly.
"Soon." He assured, raising a hand to cup my cheek, the warmth spreading through me. "We'll get him back soon, I promise you that."
"I know." I tried to sound hopeful. But there was a small sliver of doubt, of fear even. Because we no longer just had a witch to deal with, but also Bill and the Authority. Even if we could break whatever spell was cast on Eric to return his memories, would the Authority back off? Or will his life still be on the line? And what about me? I was a necromancer. You couldn't just mutter some obscure words and change that. This was who I was now. Nothing could change that. I would forever be seen as a threat by the Authority.
Godric must have sensed my mixed emotions as he closed the distance between us and rested his forehead against mine. "No matter what happens, I won't anyone hurt you. Not Bill, not the Authority, and not even Eric."
I forced on a smile. "I know. You're my knight in shining armour. You've already proven that."
His lips brushed against my forehead before he lifted his wrist up to his lips, his fangs suddenly extending and ripping through his flesh. "I need to heal you here or else Bill will be able to follow your scent to Eric's house."
"I never thought about that." I admitted, glancing down at my arm before back up at him. "I always seem to be causing problems. None of this would have happened if..."
"Stop." He shook his head, his thumb grazing across my bottom lip. "How many times must I tell you that none of this is your fault?"
"But Godric..."
"No, I won't hear it." He gave me a pointed look. "Now drink my blood, my love, so I can protect you."
I couldn't argue with the look he was giving me, and instead just nodded and accepted his bloodied wrist. I licked at the wound, his sweet blood quickly rolling over my tongue and down my throat. At just the first drop I couldn't help but moan in satisfaction. Months ago, the mere thought of drinking a vampire's blood would have disgusted me. But now? Now it seemed almost natural. Maybe it was because I've found myself ingesting Eric and Godric's blood on more accounts than I would have liked, or maybe it was because we were bonded in the ultimate way. But either way, his blood tasted anything but disgusting. It was almost like a sweet, sugary candy that I just couldn't get enough of. And the healing properties didn't hurt either. I could already feel the skin of my arm begin to stitch itself back together.
I surprised myself by being the one to pull away first, though I felt the strong urge to grab back onto Godric's already healing wrist and lick up whatever I could of his blood. I fought for control however, and instead licked at my lips and focused on my now healed arm than the new blood that was running through my veins, only strengthening the bond we already shared.
"Well that feels better." I flexed my arm out, pleased that I didn't feel an ounce of pain. But there was still one problem remaining. The wounds may have been healed, the bite marks no longer marking my skin, but my arm was still stained in caked on blood. "What about..."
Before I could finish however, Godric had already lifted my arm up, his tongue darting out and sending a shudder right down my spine. I never would have expected anyone, much less a two thousand year old vampire, licking at my own blood to turn me on in the way that Godric was in that moment. It shouldn't have been erotic. It should have been disgusting and horrifying. And yet I could feel that familiar heat consume my body, my cheeks flaming red as I just stood there, watching as Godric expertly used his tongue in a way I would much rather be done to another body part than my arm.
Godric must have felt just how turned on I was, as his grip tightened on my arm, a smirk appearing on his lips as he dragged his tongue across my wrist, his fangs just lightly grazing along my increasingly pulsing vein. My breath was caught in my throat, my legs growing wobbly. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and I knew he enjoyed it. He may be this sweet, caring vampire, but I knew there was a hint of that ferocious vampire he once was, a vampire that loved to take control, to pleasure in ways I never could have imagined. And I would have been an idiot to say it didn't excite me.
My eyes fluttered at one point, a deep, content sight escaping my lips. I was enjoying the sensation, the electrifying jolts that were shooting through me at a rapid, but satisfying way. And then, just like that, it was all over. Godric had straightened, that smirk still plastered across his face as he licked his lips almost hungrily while gazing down at me with a lustful stare. I was sure my face was as red as a fire engine and I had to duck my head to save myself from embarrassment.
"We should go." His voice was lower than usual, a slight rumbling from the back of his throat.
"Of course." It was more of a squeak than anything. My heart was pounding and I knew he could hear it as clear as day. He thankfully didn't comment about the distinct desire that was rolling off of me in waves and instead just swept me up into his arms and took back off into the night sky.
Neither of us spoke for the remainder of the trip, which I was glad for. I wasn't even sure I would be able to speak coherently anyways. It wasn't until I felt Godric's feet touch the ground once again that I found my voice.
"What are you doing Godric?" I questioned the, surprised that the vampire had landed us in a quiet suburb. "We're never going to get there if we keep stopping."
"We're already there." his gaze swept over the neighborhood, ensuring that we weren't being watched. It was late, the majority of humans either being tucked in bed or curled up on their couch not giving a damn about what's happening outside of their windows.
"What do you mean we're already there?" I frowned, my forehead creasing in confusion. It looked like an average suburb that you would find anywhere in the world. Houses were lined up, all looking almost exactly the same. These were probably the same homes that housed two happy parents and their children. I could spot basketball hoops in front of some homes, while a few bikes were leaned against a couple garages. Everything just seemed so normal, so human. "We can't possibly be there."
"We are." Godric nodded, his lips twitching upward in amusement. "What were you expecting? A castle?"
"But..." I felt so perplexed. When I thought about Eric's safe house, I certainly wasn't picturing some cookie cutter house in a family friendly neighborhood. Eric wasn't exactly the fondest of humans, and this place, it was the epitome of human. "But this just seems so unlike him."
"Exactly. Not a soul would suspect that Eric would reside in such a human residence."
"Making it the perfect safe house I guess." I nodded in understanding. I could see his point. What enemy of Eric's would ever assume to look for him here? Even I didn't expect for him to live in such a place. Maybe I wasn't expecting a castle or some extravagant mansion, but I wasn't picturing this of all places. "I'm just surprised, that's all."
"He has many lavish properties, Savannah. Many that I'm sure one day, he'll share with you." Godric held out a hand to me. "But you must remember that Eric lived in a time when elegance didn't exactly exist in the same extent that it does today. He was a Viking. Lavish things didn't appeal to him."
I slipped my hand into his with a nod, allowing for the vampire to lead us down the sidewalk, passing numerous of the same homes. "I guess he's just adapted so well to the modern world that I thought he would never be caught dead living in such an...average place."
"Eric isn't as complex as you might think."
"I don't know about that." I rolled my eyes. "I'm pretty sure he's as complex as I think he is, he's just excellent at surprising me."
"Perhaps." Godric mused before coming to a stop before a house. I gazed up at it in intrigue. It looked just as the houses to the left and right did. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it. There was a two car garage to the side, and a stone path leading from the driveway up to the front door. Everything just appeared to be so normal that it was hard to imagine a vampire like Eric living here. I wondered if any of his neighbours knew that a vampire resided here amongst their children. I'm sure if they did, they would have panicked and packed everything up in a heartbeat. "We're here."
"It really is just...normal." I shook my head in disbelief. "Maybe I don't know Eric as well as I thought I did."
"As you said, my love, Eric has a history of surprising us." Godric smiled warmly before slipping out a key and handing it to me. "After you."
The key felt heavy in my hands. Physically, it was as light as a feather. It was just a key. But emotionally, this was far more than just a mere key. Only Godric and Pam had ever seen the inside of this house besides Eric. He had only entrusted the vampire he had created, and the one that created him with this home, with this secret. And now here I was, about to enter this secret retreat, this vampire's actual home. This was where he went after the long, treacherously boring nights at Fangtasia. This is where he found his release, his comfort. This was his sanctuary. It almost felt wrong to intrude. I almost wanted to tell Godric to take me back to the apartment, that we could figure out a way to keep Bill away. Maybe there was a spell or something. Part of me just didn't feel right about walking in there, especially with Eric in the state that he was. How would he feel once his memories were returned and he learned that I knew about this place?
"Savannah?" Godric must have felt the sudden change of emotions swirling inside me as he sent me a frown. "What is it? What's wrong?"
"I just..." I chewed on my bottom lip as I gazed back up at the house. "It just feels sort of wrong to be here without Eric knowing, you know? I mean this is his safe house. This is where he lives. Would he really be happy that you're bringing me here?"
"He would understand that this is the safest place for you to be." Godric assured, slipping his hand around mine and squeezing gently. "It was always his intention to share his home with you."
"What?" my eyebrows raised in surprise. I wasn't expecting to hear that. "What do you mean?"
"He had planned on bringing you here, whenever our issues with the witches and Bill quieted down." He explained.
I didn't know what to think. Eric had planned on bringing me here, to this home of his, a place that he had never shared with another human, another woman before? Even before Sookie had suddenly shown up out of nowhere, Eric and I had been on rocky terms. Ever since Sookie was first mentioned, I've been jealous of her, I've found myself doubting Eric. And he's hated that. He's always resented it when I brought her up, when I doubted his love, his commitment to this triumvirate. We've fought so much, we've been at such odds with one another, that it was hard to believe that there was ever an end in sight.
But apparently he saw one. Hell, he had even planned one!
He did want me. I had doubted him this whole time. I hadn't believed him for one second. But he was speaking the truth, at least for the most part. He wouldn't just plan on bringing me here, to his home, to his most sacred place, if it didn't mean something, if he meant to just throw me to the curb. He really had cared. He really had loved me.
And all I did was berate him, yell at him, hate him even.
I felt like the worst person.
"He really did love me." I sighed sadly. "All along, he really did."
"It was always you, Savannah. From the moment he laid eyes on you, it's always been you." Godric nodded with a smile just as sad.
"And I never believed him." I felt like an idiot. Why couldn't I just leave well enough alone? We could have been a hell of a lot happier than we had been these last few weeks. And it was all my fault.
"You were jealous. You were...caught off guard once Sookie returned."
"But before that." I ran a hand through my hair. "Before Sookie came back, I still doubted him. And all along, he was planning this? I'm the worst, Godric. I'm just the worst."
"Don't." Godric shook his head, raising a hand to cup my cheek as he caught my gaze. His sea coloured orbs bore into mine, forcing comfort and love through our bond. "He's never thought that way about you. He was angry, he was hurt even, that you thought otherwise. But he's always held you on this pedestal. He's always only ever seen you for what you are; a kind, caring treasure that we have the honour of calling our own. Don't think any less of yourself, my love, because he never did."
"But I..."
"You infuriated him to the core. But he's always loved you." Godric drew closer, letting his lips brush just ever so slight across mine before taking a step back. "We should enter before anyone grows suspicious of our lingering."
I wasn't sure what to say, I wasn't even sure I could speak at that point, and instead just nodded. He led me up the driveway and to the front door, encouraging me to step forward. My head was swimming as I slipped that key into the lock, effectively changing absolutely everything in that one moment.
I think I was even more surprised and rendered speechless when I stepped into that house and found it to be even more ordinary than the outside. I just stood there, just inside the door, and gazed around at the large, spacious living room the door opened into. There were little touches of the Viking here and there, but for the most part, it was as if I had stepped into my own living room at home. Maybe the furnishings were far more expensive than the second hand finds my mother and I had been so proud of, but nothing screamed that he was some rich, thousand year old vampire who could have anything and everything he's ever wanted. It was even such a contrast to the apartment in downtown Shreveport. It made me wonder just how much I didn't know about Eric after all.
It was only when I felt Godric move into the house behind me and close the door, locking it into place, before I was pulled out of my trance. I shook my thoughts away, though my eyes were still darting everywhere to take everything in.
"Oh, here." I held the key back out to Godric.
He instead surprised me by shaking his head and closing my hand over the key. "It's yours."
My head snapped towards him. "What? But..."
"Eric will not be upset once he learns I've brought you here. This is what he's wanted all along. That key is yours to use as you please." He patted my hand before motioning me further into the house. "There's much more than just this room. I could give you a tour if you'd like."
"I'd like that." I nodded, though I still felt odd about standing in Eric's house without him being here, without him even knowing I was here. But I let Godric's words sink in as best as I could. Eric wanted me here. He was going to bring me here eventually. Things just got a little messy along the way.
"This is what he's always wanted, Savannah. He's only ever wanted you here, his in every possible way. This was his way of taking that leap. You know he's not known for sharing how he feels conventionally."
I could agree with him there. Not once since I let myself admit that I loved Eric, that I wanted to be with him, had he ever made anything easy. He would say the sweetest things at times, but it always seemed to take an argument to lead us there. Nothing was normal for us, and maybe it never would be. Maybe I would even hate it if it was normal all the time. Because none of us were normal. Eric and Godric were vampires and I was a necromancer. I don't think it could ever just be normal for us.
"Feeling any better?"
I shook my hair out as I stepped out on the large bathroom and into Eric's master bedroom. I was still amazed that there was practically a second house built just underneath the cookie cutter home Eric resided in. Godric had shown me every nook and cranny of the upper two floors before taking me down here to the basement, to where the vampire truly lived. The upper bedrooms were just for show, or at least two of them had been until Godric took me to the upper master bedroom, claiming that Eric had had Pam recently decorate the room specifically for me. I was shocked and absolutely floored to find this out. Eric really had gone above and beyond, and I hadn't even given him the credit he deserved. Whenever he got his memories back, because there was no if possibly involved in that statement, I was going to have to remember to thank him.
It was the basement, however, that was truly spectacular. It wasn't a simple human basement. It was breathtaking. It truly was like a second house underneath another. There was another kitchen, albeit half the size of the upstairs one, and a whole living space that was filled to the brink with books and trinkets from his and Godric's travels throughout the centuries. There were three bedrooms, matching the number upstairs, each for one of the vampires in this estranged family. I peeked into Pam's and wasn't surprised at all to find it decked out in pinks and purples, only the best European dressings covering her Queen sized bed. Godric's was much simpler, with only the necessary furnishings and a handful of book cases. Eric's however, it was just out of this world. His walls were a dark red, his floor dark mahogany wood. The king sized bed sat dead centre of the longest wall with exotic carvings in the bed frame. His bathroom was just as exquisite, and when Godric suggested I clean myself up and make myself feel at home, I was more than happy to oblige.
"Savannah?" Godric sat on the bed, his clothes having been disposed of and was now wearing only a clean set of linen pants.
"Sorry." I blushed, realizing I was just standing there wrapped in a towel looking like an idiot. "And I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me." he sighed, standing as he crossed the room to where I stood. He reached a hand up to tuck a strand of damp hair behind my ear. "I know that you're not fine."
"I am." I insisted. It was a lie however. I tried to put this facade on. I tried to pretend that everything was alright, but we both knew it was one big lie. Too much had happened tonight. Bill had nearly caught us, nearly sentenced Eric and me to death, not to mention Eric had attacked me only for our bond to be rebuilt because of my blood. And now we were here, in Eric's safe house, a house that he had always intended on bringing me to. As happy as the latter made me, it was still just too much to process. I was exhausted. I was tired of thinking, I was tired of running, I was just tired of it all.
"It's alright not to be fine."
"Says the same person who told me to not let my emotions get the better of me." I pointed out with a snort.
Godric smiled sadly. "That sounds like terrible advice."
"Well maybe you should take it up with the person who dished it out."
"He sounds like an ass." His thumb gently caressed my cheek before drawing across my bottom lip. "They don't know what they're talking about."
"No, they don't."
Godric sighed as he drew me into his arms. I was stiff at first, my arms down at my side, but after a moment I relented and clasped onto him as if my life depended on it. I rested my cheek against his chest, letting out my own sigh as I tried to force myself to relax. Not even the wonders of Eric's enormous shower couldn't work the tension from my shoulders. And I had certainly been in there long enough to try.
"I may not think like a vampire any longer, my love, but I'm still a vampire at heart. I still make my mistakes. No man is perfect, certainly not this one." He combed his fingers through my hair as he murmured into my ear. "I've learned many things in my life, many that we now regret. Most that I've taught Eric. And unfortunately, I never learned that it was alright to feel anything. I'm not...accustomed to feeling this way. There are some days, I admit, that I wish I could just turn them all off. But you were correct before; you cannot just simply turn off emotions."
"I wish I could." I admitted. "I wish I could just stop feeling, just for a minute."
"But then you wouldn't be who you are. And I very much love the woman in my arms exactly the way she is." He brushed his lips against my forehead.
My arms tightened around Godric. "I'm scared, Godric."
"I know, my love. But I will do everything in my power to protect you." He vowed.
"It's not just me, though." I swallowed the rising lump in my throat. "It's Eric too. I'm scared for him."
Godric frowned, his eyes downcast as he thought about his progeny. I knew it was killing him to be apart from him, to not be able to protect him the way he wanted to. Eric was his family, his only family, and he had been for over a thousand years. He was his son, his best friend, and his brother. The mere thought of losing him, and because of Bill Compton of all people, I knew it was difficult for him.
"I'm sorry." I stepped up onto the tips of my toes and pecked him on the lips with just enough pressure that the exchange wouldn't be deadly. "I know this is hard for you, probably harder for you than for me."
"It's hard for us all." He cupped my cheeks, holding my lips there, just barely grazing his. I could feel his need, his want to kiss me, and to do it properly. But he was holding back. Because he knew the damage that could be done so soon after a blood exchange. It was the price we had to pay, unfortunately. "But I will not let anything happen to either of you. He is my child, my son. And you are my lover. Bill Compton will not take you away from me. Either of you. You are both mine."
I shuddered at his claim. I couldn't deny the way it made me feel whenever Eric or Godric made mention of their claim of me. I should have hated it. I should have felt like some pet or toy. But I didn't. I never once ever wished to be someone's. I wasn't that type of girl and I never wanted to be. But it was different with Eric and Godric, especially now, with our triumvirate. I may be theirs, but they were mine as well. We were all equals.
"But enough of this." Godric shook his head, pulling himself away. His hands dropped back to his side and he took a step back, feigning a small smile as he motioned at the bed. "It's nearly dawn; we should rest."
"I honestly don't think I'll be able to sleep after tonight." I slipped my hand into his and let him lead me across the room.
"You need sleep, Savannah." He sent me a pointed look. "You haven't slept properly in weeks. You'll need your strength in order to go up against these witches."
I knew he was right. I couldn't keep down this path. I couldn't survive on no sleep, especially now with the threat growing. Because we didn't just have the witches to worry about now; we now had Bill to throw into the ring. And if I was going to find a way to stop Marnie, I wouldn't be able to do it in the state I was in. Because I knew I would have to stop Marnie, I would have to be the one. It was my gift she was channeling, my necromancy she was trying to steal from me. I knew Godric would be at my side as I fought this witch, but I also knew I was the only one who could fix this.
Unfortunately, I just didn't know how I was going to do that.
"Lover?"
I blinked, realizing we were standing beside the bed, Godric raising an eyebrow at me. My cheeks burned a dark shade of red as I mumbled and climbed into the bed. The sheets were silk, just as they had been in the penthouse apartment. They swam over my body like water as Godric and I slid underneath them, the vampire drawing my turned form up against his chest. His warm arm was securely around my waist as his chin rested on my shoulder, his nose nestled into the curve of my neck. He was breathing unnecessarily, but I found it comforting, my heart beat falling into rhythm with his breaths.
"Can I ask you a question?" I mumbled softly as peace began to sweep over me.
"Of course, my love. You can ask me anything." He encouraged.
"I know Eric wanted to bring me here, but why exactly did he? I mean, I sort of get it...but I just...I just wonder why he would want to." I chewed on my bottom lip nervously, not entirely sure if I did want to know the reasons why.
"He wanted to make our arrangement more permanent." Godric admitted.
"What do you mean permanent?"
"We both knew it was only temporary that you would be staying with us." Godric explained. "It was only to protect you. We both knew that eventually, after the threat had passed, you would return home, or worse, leave Louisiana completely."
I started to turn in Godric's arms until I caught his gaze. The room was dark, but the light from the bathroom allowed me to lose myself in those sea coloured orbs I had fallen in love with the day I first met him.
"Why would you think that I would leave?"
"We're not idiots, Savannah." He sighed, that sad smile returning to his lips as he twirled a strand of hair around his finger. "I know your aspirations. I know what you desire, we both do. You came here only because Eric forced you to. And you stayed because of me. But we both knew it was only temporary, that one day, you would want to leave."
I frowned, not knowing what to say. Because I wasn't sure he was entirely wrong. I couldn't exactly deny it and tell him that I never wanted to leave his side, that nothing else mattered other than him and Eric. Part of me didn't want to leave. We were a part of one another and from this experience of not having Eric at our side, it became quote clear that not being entirely together was torture.
But I also knew that I couldn't sit on my thumbs all day long, especially after we had dealt with these witches, and Bill. It had been my dream most of my life to become some big time reporter, to make it in New York City of all places. And a part of me still wished for that. I wasn't sure how I would manage it, if I could even take being away from Godric and Eric, but I knew that just because of everything that had happened, I still had those dreams, those aspirations, just as Godric had said.
It was just another problem we were going to be faced with.
"You know I never stayed just because I didn't want you to die." I turned completely so I was facing him. I raised a hand, the backs of my fingers caressing his cheek. "I think even then I loved you. And Eric. I just didn't understand it. I was scared. But I never just stayed because I was scared you would meet the sun if I left."
"I know." He nodded. "But you still wish to leave. And don't deny it, my love, I know it's the truth."
"Partly, but it's not like I just want to outright leave you and Eric. It's clearer now than ever that not being with either of you is harder than I ever could have imagined."
"It's still what you desire."
"I've always had this dream, this vision of where I was going to be, what I was going to be doing. I wanted to go to New York; I wanted to take it by storm. But that was also before I found you and Eric, and now...now I don't know. You're right, I still have those dreams. They haven't just disappeared. But...but I just don't know if I could just up and leave." I tried to make him understand, which was the hardest thing when I wasn't even certain of what I wanted.
"I don't want to keep you from living the life you've always wanted. I would never forgive myself from keeping you from your happiness." He grasped onto my hand and squeezed. "I want you to be happy. We both do. And if going to New York will make you happy, then we will let you go."
"But I don't want you to let me go." I shook my head, and even in the dark I knew he could see me. "I love you, Godric. I love both of you so much that it literally hurts. Maybe months ago, it would have been easier to just leave and go to New York, but it's not so easy anymore."
For a moment, neither of us spoke. We just lay there, staring one another in the eye. I was worried about where this conversation could take us. I may not know what the future held for us all, but I really didn't want to figure it out right this second. We had enough on our plate. Why worry ourselves when we didn't even know if we would all survive these next few days? It was a morbid thought, but one that couldn't be ignored.
After a moment, Godric sighed and ducked his head down to lean his forehead against mine. "I've only ever wanted you to be happy."
"I know." I grew closer to the vampire, his warmth spreading through me as our bodies touched. "But you and Eric, you make me happier than I've ever been."
"I just don't want you to regret anything."
"I won't." I assured him, wishing now more than ever that I could just close the distance between us and press my lips against his. "Look, we have time to figure this out. We shouldn't be worrying about it right now. We have enough to worry about."
Godric nodded, but I could tell it was still bothering him. I sighed as I cupped both of his cheeks, nudging my nose against his playfully.
"I don't have to go to New York for all my dreams to come true. There are papers here. I could still be happy here. So stop worrying about it, Godric. I am not leaving you or Eric anytime soon. I promise you that. You asked me to trust you, so now I'm asking you to trust me."
"Of course I trust you." He turned his head to the side, his lips brushing against the inside of my wrist. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering at the sensation. I could feel his fangs peeking out and just barely grazing across the thin patch of skin between him and my pumping blood. My breath was caught in my throat as a low growl sounded from the back of his throat, his tongue flicking out to lick the width of my wrist, his fangs fully erect now.
"Godric..." a moan escaped my lips as his fangs poised to strike. I knew he was battling his control, battling the demon from within. He wanted to bite me. He wanted my blood, for our bond to grow, to strengthen our connection. Our lives just felt a mess, broken even. But there was one thing that wasn't broken, at least no any longer, and that was this triumvirate.
I felt breathless as his hips suddenly jerked against mine. I could feel his erection pressing against me and another most slipped from my lips. This wasn't the time for this. This wasn't the time for this at all. But I just couldn't stop the heat that began rising between my legs. Everything had gone to hell in a hand basket and yet here Godric and I were gyrating against one another like horny teenagers.
And yet, despite my guilt, I just couldn't stop that desire from consuming me.
With a swing of my hips, I was straddling Godric, my hair tumbling over one shoulder. My heart was racing as I pressed against Godric, wishing I wasn't the only one naked. Godric must have felt the same as his hands flew to my hips, his fingers digging almost painfully into me as he held me there above him.
"Savannah..." he grunted, bucking his hips and pressing himself against me in a way that if he hadn't of been wearing pants, I would have coiled in pleasure.
"These need to go." My hands were at the elastic waist of his loose pants and began to tug them over his hips.
Before I could get them very far however, Godric stopped me. His hands had curled around my wrists and before I could even realize what was happening, I found myself on my back with a now very naked vampire hovering over me.
"That's better." I tried to reach out to him, to run my hands down his naked chest and to his arousal.
But Godric would have it. He kept my wrists in his hands, trapping them against the bed as he lowered himself against me. I felt like an animal possessed. It didn't matter that our world was crashing down around us, that if we couldn't kiss we obviously shouldn't be doing this. There was only passion flowing between us. A passion neither of us had felt for far too long. None of us had been very intimate as of late. How could we have? Our lives had been a mess for so long. We hadn't had the time, and even if we had, half the time we were all arguing about something, or not trusting the other. It was hard to be intimate while being jealous of another woman.
But here and now, all of that just slipped from my mind. None of it mattered, not in that moment. I needed this more than I even realized I needed it.
"Godric...inside of me...please..." I shifted as best as I could from beneath him, trying to hurry this along. My body was yearning from him. I needed him. Now. "Godric..."
"Patience, lover." He whispered huskily, lowered his lips to my neck taking one long sniff of my scent. He growled again, one long low growl that let me know that he wanted this just as much as I did. "Oh my sweet necromancer...you smell so good."
"Bite me." I urged. "Go ahead. Do it. Just hurry up and fuck me."
He chuckled, his chest rumbling against mine. I continued to squirm, hoping to hit his erection at just the right angle and move this thing along. But Godric enjoyed being in control and had to press me down onto the bed with just enough force to not hurt me, but to still keep me perfectly still.
"Patience." He repeated, his fangs lightly nipping at my neck, his tongue darting out to lick the length of my pulsing vein. My heart was ready to just leap right out of my chest it was pounding so painfully and my body was so heated that I was sure I was an unhealthy temperature. But I didn't care.
"Please..." I whimpered with a pout. "Please Godric...I need this. We need this. Please."
His smirk was wide as he lifted his head, his lips teasing me as they traced my jaw before brushing across mine. He moved ever so slightly that nearly threw me over the edge before stilling himself once again. I grunted in frustration and once again attempted to hurry this up. But of course, he wouldn't have it and kept at his own pace.
It wasn't until his lips were pressing against mine that things started to pick up.
Just not in the way that I expected.
Before I could even deepen the kiss, parting my lips to allow him access, suddenly the weight pressing against me vanished. One minute, there was a very naked on top of me, and the next, he was at the end of the bed, hurriedly pulling on his pants. It took me a few minutes to realize what had happened, and once I had, I was just flabbergasted. With a soft pant, my arousal going crazy, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and raised an eyebrow at the vampire.
"What the hell Godric? You can't just leave me hanging like that!"
"We cannot do this." He shook his head before looking away. Once his pants were hiding what I so desired, I began to realize that the mood had quickly changed, though I couldn't understand why.
With a frustrated growl, I pulled the silk sheet around my body and started towards Godric. Maybe I could make him think otherwise. I had my ways...
"We cannot do this." Godric repeated, taking a step back as he held out a hand to stop me. "I lost myself for a moment, and I apologize."
"Godric, what are you talking about?" I tried to understand his mindset. I tried to understand why one minute, we were nearly about to have hot wild, passionate sex, and the next, Godric is apologizing and already half dressed.
And then that's when it hit me.
It was like I was slapped in the face by reality.
"Oh." My burning face began to pale and I began to realize exactly why Godric had stopped when he had. "You gave me blood..."
"I shouldn't have lost control the way I had. I know that we can never...it's too dangerous. I won't lose you because of some silly need I have."
"It's not silly." I frowned. "There's nothing wrong with wanting to have sex. Hell, if I could just have sex with you daily and not have to deal with the rest of our problems, that would be ideal. Unrealistic, but definitely ideal."
"We still cannot. Not tonight." he put even more distance between us, still not looking me in the eye.
I knew he was right. I knew that it was dangerous to try and do much of anything so soon after a blood exchange. The past had taught us that intimacy was never a good thing after a blood transfer. And I certainly didn't want to die because I was feeling horny. But a small part of me hated it. Actually, it was a very very large part of me. All I wanted was a release, was a distraction of some sort. But I never seemed to get what I wanted anymore. I wasn't even sure I ever did.
"You know, we haven't tested if it would happen now that we're a triumvirate." I pointed out. "The last few times it's happened, we hadn't been bonded like this."
"It's too risky. I won't risk your life for something so trivial." Godric refused.
"It's not trivial." I huffed. "And our entire lives right now are too risky."
"We cannot do this tonight, Savannah. I'm sorry I let myself lose control but..."
"Well we don't exactly have to kiss." I was trying anything at this point. Who knew what would happen if we had sex. We knew what would happen if we kissed, but what if our lips never touched? And anyways, his blood was my blood, and vice versa. We were a triumvirate. Would the same effects occur now that we had this sacred bond like no other?
Was it worth the risk to find out?
"We could just...well...do other things." I motioned between us. "There's other things we can..."
"I said no." Godric's tone was more firm. "Perhaps..."
"Perhaps what?" I eyed his closely "Perhaps what, Godric?"
"Perhaps it would be better if I stayed in my room for the day. It would be safer. Neither of us would lose control that way."
I didn't like that suggestion at all. I would rather just lie there in his arms and only sleep than for him to leave me entirely.
"Okay okay, fine, we won't do anything. Just don't go. Please." I patted the bed beside me. "You can come back now."
"It would be better if we were apart, just for today." Godric shook his head. "You may be able to control yourself, my love, but I...I fear if I get in that bed with out, I won't be able to stop myself. And I won't risk hurting you because of the animal that has been awakened inside of me."
"But..." my face fell. "I don't want to be alone."
"I'll just be down the hall." He took another step towards the door. "If you need me for any reason, you'll know where to find me."
From the look on his face, I knew nothing I could say or do would change his mind.
"Sweet dreams, my love." He sent me one last look of longing before suddenly, he was gone.
I sighed as I stared at the door, hoping that he would just come running back and take me in his arms. But after a moment, I realized that wouldn't be the case and forced myself to try and get comfortable. I had a feeling it was going to be a long day until nightfall.
A/N: So it's been awhile. I apologize for that. I've just been stumped for the longest time. but after buying season 4 recently, and all the season 5 hype, I've found myself excited and inspired again. an amusing amnesia Eric certainly helps too lol. expect at least two more chapters tonight. I found myself able to write the next two chapters before I could finish this one, so as an apology for being MIA, i give you this gift of many chapters. enjoy! (also, I had originally planned to give Eric some extravagant big house, but decided against it. it wouldn't be a good safe house if everyone was looking for Eric in some mansion of a house. who would assume the big bad vampire would be living between two middle class families? lol)