AN: Happy Memorial Day, Readers! Hope you've all had an amazing holiday weekend! :)

Godric enters the story this chapter! Yay!

Enjoy! And Happy Reading!

Chapter 5

SPOV

Eric and I are exiting the plane together, having finally landed in Dallas, when his cell phone begins buzzing. I look over, watching him fish his phone from his pocket before answering the call. He signals me to follow him and I obliged, trailing behind him as I hear him begin to argue with the caller, a look of annoyance falling over his face before he ends the call with an annoyed snarl.

"Fuck," he grits out as we make it to, what I assume is our rental car. We duck inside the black Beamer together and I toss my bag into the backseat before looking over to Eric in concern. "That was Godric's second," he informs me, turning the engine with a deep frown. "She and the rest of his nest are at the Fellowship already, ready to fucking storm the place," he sighs out as my brows rise in shock.

"Oh, God! They can't do that, Eric. It'll turn into a freaking bloodbath," I cry out as Eric speeds us from the airport with a firm nod.

"I know," he sighs out. "I assured them we're on our way and convinced them to wait until we arrive to decide on the best way to proceed," he explains as I let out a small sigh of relief, feeling at least somewhat better about this.

"So what's your plan?" I question hesitantly as he glances over to me with a small sigh.

"How would you feel about going in alone, Sookie?" he questions hesitantly as my heart begins racing in my chest, my nerves quickly rising even as I nod my consent.

"I suppose we're not left with much other choice," I sigh out. "It's not like any of you vampires can just march inside that place without causing an ungodly uproar," I add, an icy chill running down my spine realizing just how many lives would be put in jeopardy if that were to happen.

"I'm sorry to put this on you like this," he informs me with a small frown. "But know that I will be right outside that place should you should be met with any hostility, alright?" he assures me as a small smile comes to my face.

"I know, I trust you to rush in to save the day if I run into trouble," I reply as he smirks over to me, nodding his head. I glance down then, picking at the material of my bright red, Fangtasia t-shirt with a small frown. "I suppose a change in apparel is in order then. I can't very well stroll into the Fellowship dressed like a common fangbanger," I muse as Eric chuckles lightly.

"I suggest you change on the way, Lover, we're apt to have very little time to convince the nest of our plans once we arrive," he informs me as I raise a brow at him. "I shall be on my best behavior," he assures me with me with a smirk. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen your perfectly luscious breasts before," he adds with a devious grin as I hit him with a glare, feeling a heated blush stain my cheeks before crawling into the back seat whilst hearing low, masculine laughter from the irritating vampire.

I open my bag and a small gasp slips from my lips as I see Pam evidently had some fun packing for me. I blush harder, shuffling through a wide array of lacey, and very revealing lingerie, all still sporting tags, leaving me to wonder when on earth Pam had time to put all this together. I have a feeling my witchy roommate had a hand in this little prank as well and silently vow to get them both back for this little stunt.

I finally manage to find a modest, floral sundress tucked into the bottom of the bag and let out a relieved sigh, deciding it should be fitting enough for the night's mission. I glance up at the rearview, meeting Eric's smug grin and have to roll my eyes at him. I know he's right in saying he's seen the whole show before, but I turn by back anyways, needing at least some semblance of privacy before I'm whipping off the large t-shirt and wiggling into the dress before peeling off my dress shorts.

"Was that really so bad, Lover?" he questions teasingly as I crawl back into the front seat with a small sigh.

"I suppose not," I reply as he hits me with a wicked smirk. A small frown forms on my face as even now looking up at his smirking face, I feel like I should be deeply annoyed by the Viking Sheriff and am surprised to find I'm really not. Perhaps I'm just starting to accept his teasing behavior as normal for him, that or maybe I'm slowly starting to finally warm up to him, who knows?

Soon enough, we're peeling up to a crowd of very angry, very aggressive looking vampires, all looking ready to kick some serious ass. Oh, shit, this isn't good. Eric and I exit the car together and I stand back as he proceeds to exchange heated words with the irate group.

"Those fuckers abducted our Sherriff; we can't allow this atrocity to stand," growls out a vampire dressed head to toe like an authentic cowboy from his black Stetson hat down to his glossy, black cowboy boots as he and Eric proceed to stare one another down, sharing a classic gunslinger moment.

"One hour, that's all I ask," Eric finally says as the rest of the group begrudgingly agrees. He approaches me once more, letting out a defeated sigh. "You heard that last part, Sookie," he says gravely. "Be back out here within the hour with Godric or all hell is apt to break loose inside that fucking church."

"Sure, no sweat," I grumble out with an eye roll, feeling rightly irritable, realizing the lives of so many are apparently resting solely upon my shoulders. Great, just freaking fantastic, right…

"I have every confidence in you, Lover, otherwise I wouldn't be willing to pay your ridiculous fees," he teases, making me snort up at him.

I turn towards the church then, lowering my shields in order to get some kind of idea as to what I may be walking into and once I feel I have a pretty good handle on the church's evening agenda, I nod to the group before strutting towards the church, feigning outward self confidence in the hopes that it will help to boost my inner confidence at least a smidgen.

I blend into the crowd easily enough, all the while being careful to listen out for any kind of disconcerting thoughts and soon find myself deep within the belly of the beast. I've yet to hear any thoughts of imprisoned vampires, although thoughts of tomorrow morning's crucifixion are enough to increase my worries for Eric's maker. I need to find him, like now. Where the hell could he be?

I wander off away from the growing crowd, doing my best to appear nonchalant whilst beginning my search, with my eyes as well as with my telepathy. Finally, I detect a large void and given Eric's ancient age, I realize the massive dark hole could easily belong to the vampire who made him.

I head in the direction of the void, still doing my best to appear outwardly casual before I come face to face with said vampire, who appears to be just casually strolling along the halls of the vampire hate group's church. What the hell?

"Godric?" I whisper softly, gaining the pale, emaciated vampire's attention as he raises up his face to meet my gaze. I pause in my tracks, my face scrunching in puzzlement as I'm hit with a sudden wave of déjà vu. Strange, I think I would have remembered if I had previously met Eric's maker, but something about this man just seems so hauntingly familiar.

"Chloe?" he questions softly, gazing over me curiously as I shake my head, rushing ahead to stand before him. Who's Chloe? He reaches out, running his cool fingers over the side of my face, his own face covered in soft wonderment and once more I'm hit with a strange sense of familiarity with this vampire I've only just met.

We stand for a time, just staring at one another, as if caught up in some, strange sort of trance and I find myself studying the ancient vampire carefully. His head is graced with a full head of thick, dark hair surrounding an overly pale face that's beset with the most gorgeous, vivid green eyes I've ever seen. I could drown in those hypnotizing, emerald orbs quite willingly.

He's wearing simple, white linens, but my attention is caught by the intricate tattoos gracing his chest and arms that are peeking out beneath his flowing shirt, a stark contrast to his alabaster skin. Beautiful, is the word that comes to mind as I find myself reaching out to run my fingers over the somehow familiar inked design, once more feeling the pull at the back of my mind, telling me I know this man from somewhere, that this isn't our first meeting.

"Come," he says then, waking me from my enthralled trance as reaches out to take firm hold onto my arm. He proceeds to pull me into a nearby room before closing the door quietly behind us and holds his cool hand over my mouth as I reach out with my telepathy, realizing there's a very human, very angry mind approaching. I keep quiet, held in an all too familiar and somehow comforting embrace as the mystery man soon trails further down the outer hall.

"Godric," I whisper, after he pulls his cool, pale hand from my face. "I'm here to get you out of here, you need to come with me now," I explain softly as he shakes his head, a deep frown set upon his serene face.

"No," he states firmly as I look to him in shock. "I'm here very much of my own free will and require no form of rescue." I stare open jawed as this disturbing information sinks in.

Well, I suppose this would explain why he was just wandering around the halls completely unbound, but why would he willingly choose to be a victim of this horrid hate group? Unless…oh, God, he wants to die. I let out a loud sigh; realizing time is steadily ticking by. We can get to the bottom of all this later, for now there are more important matters at hand.

"I'm sorry you feel this way, Godric," I tell him earnestly, reaching out to take his cool hand into my own. "But right now, Eric, along with the rest of your nest are right outside, ready to bombard this place if I don't get you back to them," I explain as a deep frown settles upon his pale face.

"I wish for no senseless killing," he sighs out. "I cannot allow innocent blood to shed on my behalf," he adds, shaking his head lightly.

"So you'll come with me?" I question as he nods, before reaching up to take hold of the door handle. "You know a way out of here?" I ask him, earning another nod before he's leading me out into the hallway once more.

I follow behind the obviously distraught and apparently morose vampire as he leads me to a back entrance to the church that, surprisingly enough, is left unguarded. A deep frown forms on my face realizing this hauntingly familiar, undead man is ready to end it all, going as far as handing himself over to a hate group quite willingly to ensure his own demise.

God, how is Eric going to take this disturbing news? He obviously loves Godric very much, he even admitted as much to me earlier this night and now I'm bringing him back the very vampire he's been distraught over, only to have said vampire willingly meet his end? I can only hope being reunited with his child once more will be enough to change Godric's mind on this matter. Surely the love the two of them share will help to ease some of his obvious sorrow, right?

As the group of vampires comes into sight, several rush forward, obviously elated to have their Sheriff back with them once more and I stand back, looking on with a small frown as I see Godric nodding to them rather absently, obviously not nearly as thrilled about being out of that church as I would have hoped he might be.

Eric approaches his maker then, the rest of the crowd parting to grant him access and hot tears sting my eyes as I watch the Viking take firm hold of the vampire who made him, hugging him tightly to his chest. The first, fat tear trails down my cheek seeing Eric's obvious joy at having Godric returned to him once more and I find myself throwing up a silent prayer that the love between them is enough to save his maker's undead life.