AN: We finally get some answers this chapter! :)
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Chapter 12
SPOV
"Holy shit," I whisper, my eyelids popping open after my unbelievably, vivid dream of Godric and I. I glace over to said vampire then, running my knuckles along the pale line of his jaw with a fond smile as I recall the events of the previous night's dream. Is it possible that really happened between us, that it was a memory of our past, shared life?
If so, it would seem Eric's assertion that I am indeed Chloe would be correct and apparently in my previous life as Chloe, I was Godric's lover in his human life. Wow, this all seems so farfetched, but after all the three of us have been through already; I'd be willing to believe this as truth, no matter how crazy it may seem.
I turn to Eric then, recalling his wariness of last night as a small frown forms upon my face. Did he truly think we would shun him? That I would reject him after all the two of us have been through together? The connection between Godric and I is admittedly, quite profound, and I have to assume he had thought we would be unwilling to interrupt such a connection with another's presence, but I really hope we were able to quell any such fears of his for good as I am most unwilling to let him slip away from me now.
I'm then left having to wiggle wildly between the two of them, giggling as I work to pry their heavy, deadened limbs from my body before I'm finally able to rise to my feet. I then look down upon the both of them with a fond smile. My soulmate and his vampire child; what a strange and rather unlikely predicament the three of us have found ourselves in.
I make my way to the cellar stairs then, intent on finding a way to bring Godric to himself once more as well as figuring out why it is he seems so befuddled by the modern age. I make it to the top of the stairs before a longing itch is running through me as my flesh begs to be reunited with my other half once more. Wow. It would seem this connection is even stronger than I thought it was.
"There you are!" Amelia exclaims, making me jump in shock as she hits me with an annoyed glare, pointing an accusing finger at me. "Thanks for all your help in cleaning up your insane, vampire boyfriend's mess last night!" she accuses harshly, leaving me flinching with guilt.
"Ames, I'm so sorry," I tell her earnestly. "I really meant to help you, I did," I insist as she frowns at me. "But so much has happened since then," I tell her, shaking my head as a loud sigh escapes me. "I'm in over my head here, Ames," I admit as her frown lessens and concern is shining in her chocolate brown eyes.
"What happened? Did you find out what's wrong with Eric's Maker?" she questions eagerly, apparently having already forgotten her previous ire completely. "It's like that one, horror movie, isn't it? You know, the one where they come back, but they're not the same…," she muses theatrically as I roll my eyes at her.
"Oh, my God, Ames," I sigh out. "This is nothing like, 'Pet Cemetery', okay?" I assure her, bringing a small pout from my drama queen roommate. "But what do you know about soulmates?" I question as her eyes widen in surprise.
"You mean, like, actual, honest to God, soulmates?" she questions disbelievingly as I nod to her.
"Hey, I was skeptical about this too," I inform her. "But, Ames, the connection between Godric and I is like nothing I've ever even heard of before," I explain, shaking my head lightly as my skin is still tingling with a need to reunite with my soul's counterpart. "I even had some sort of dream, or vision, or…something last night about Godric and a past life we apparently shared in his human life."
"Reincarnation," she whispers softly, her brows rising to her hairline as I nod gravely, confirming her assessment.
"Apparently, yes," I assure her as she nods, running her hand through her chestnut locks thoughtfully. "Godric refers to our connection as…anam chara," I inform her as she nods lightly, recognition shining in her dark eyes.
"Well," she says, trailing over to her desk to pull out a huge, ancient looking book. I wander over curiously, watching as she opens the dusty tomb, kicking a cloud of dust into the air. "I can tell you every culture on Earth has its own superstitions and fairytales about soulmates, but they're so much more than that in reality," she assures me as I'm left nodding my agreement, somewhat surprised at her apparent knowledge of such a thing, then again, she is rather magically inclined.
"No shit," I whisper with an eye roll as her head tilts curiously, her probing gaze studying me closely before turning her attention back to her dusty volume once more.
"Of course," she whispers then, shaking her head as she gazes over the worn pages, her eyes squinted in concentration. "Ah, here we are," she says, pointing to one of the many entries before scanning the words closely. "It all makes sense, well, it really doesn't, which is what makes it all make so much sense," she mumbles as I'm left looking to her in complete bafflement.
"What the ever loving hell are you babbling on about?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest as she plops down to her desk chair with a loud sigh.
"Anam chara," she states, matter of factly. "What some scholars insist is how ancient Gaul's referred to a kind of mentor-scholar relationship, but what is largely argued to denote a more romantic, spiritual type of relationship between two destined souls," she explains as I find myself listening intently, hanging on her every word. "They compare such a connection to clay, claiming the bound souls begin their journey together as one, solid mass that slowly becomes broken apart over time to release two, separate souls. Those souls then proceed onto two, separate journeys that will inevitably seek to rejoin one another, to once more create a perfect match."
"Interesting….," I answer, thinking all this over. "So, Godric and I would most certainly fit the second description," I muse, earning a firm nod from my witchy roommate. "But what about this makes sense without making any sense?" I ask as she shakes her head at me, a small smirk pulling at her lips.
"In such a connection, all laws of time and space are totally and completely unrestricted," she informs me, leaving my jaw dropping in shock as she nods once more. "That's right," she confirms. "The connection between you is literally held to no known rules of nature. Basically, anything and everything could, and likely will, happen in order to ensure the two of you are together, that you'll complete one another fully," she informs me as I plop down to her desk in wonderment.
Our connection is bound by no known laws of nature? What kind of nonsense is that? What could it possibly mean? I suppose I could interpret this to mean time is not a factor and if this is true, Godric could very well have arrived here from a totally different time, or hell, a whole different plane of existence, really. And if anything could happen to ensure we're together, I suppose my reincarnated self was bound to run into him again in this life as well. Wow, this is all so…well, it's crazy is what it is.
"Ames, that's, like…insane," I whisper, as she chuckles, shrugging her shoulders dismissively.
"You wanted answers, and cryptic as this may be, it certainly seems to explain how he's been returned to this plane of existence once more as well as explaining how your reincarnated self was bound to cross paths with him again," she muses as I have to nod my agreement. A small frown forms then, wondering if we'll even be able to restore Godric to himself once more.
"But Godric," I start hesitantly. "I told him I'd work to bring him back to himself, Ames. Assuming this is all true, most likely he's come from another time, meaning he's unable to remember me or likely much of his old life," I explain as she tilts her head at me once more, a curious glint shining in her chocolate orbs.
"You're most likely right about that," she concedes. "But didn't you tell me you wished for him to be returned to you? You know, after you watched him meet the sun?" she questions as I nod slowly, wondering where on earth she's going with this.
"Yeah…," I start as a wide grin comes to her face. "What?" I question somewhat irritably, finding myself understandably overwhelmed by all of this.
"I may not be able to do anything to change the connection between you, not that you'd want that anyways, but a wish," she says with a smirk. "I can certainly do something about a wish, though, it would help if you could recall exactly what you wished for…," she adds as I pause, thinking over her query as a small frown forms, recalling that heartbreaking morning in Dallas.
"Um, well, I was pretty distraught at the time, but I know I wished there was a way to make him happy somehow and for Eric to have his Maker back," I muse thoughtfully. "Oh, and that I could figure out what the connection between us meant," I inform her as she nods firmly.
"It would seem what happened with Godric was not so much a fate encounter then, but was instead, a likely byproduct of rather vague wishing. 'Be careful what you wish for', is more than just a clever saying you know," she informs me solemnly as a deep frown settles on my face.
"So, you're saying this is all my fault?" I accuse as she reaches out to pat my hand comfortingly. That's so unfair, I mean, it's not like I knew any of this would happen, how could I?
"I know you didn't do it on purpose, Sook," she assures me with a sympathetic smile. "But when dealing with profound magic, such as the connection that ties two souls together, one must be exceptionally careful about such things and wishes…well, wishes can be powerful, powerful things," she explains as I nod my acceptance of this. She is the magic expert, after all, knowing more about all this than even Eric, which is surprising in and of itself, considering the Viking's age and world knowledge.
"Is there a way to fix this then?" I question nervously, hating that I'm the cause of Godric's current distress.
"Of course," she informs me merrily, before looking over her many potions and spell casting supplies with a small frown. "Though it looks as if I'm due for a trip to Moonlight Emporium for supplies first, but once I get the spell all set, it'll be up to you to edit your wish and this time, you have to be sure to be specific with your intents. Wishing is all about the intent behind it, you'd do well to remember that," she insists as I nod firmly, before pulling her into a tight hug, a wave of relief washing over me.
"Thank you so much, Ames," I tell her, feeling much better now, able to understand this shared connection at least a bit better as well as knowing I can still help Godric with the mess I unintentionally caused for him.
"Sure thing, though, next time loverboy goes loco on the kitchen, you're on your own with the cleanup," she teases, before we're both left giggling together.
"Hey, ladies," is called out then, making Amelia and I both jolt in surprise before we turn to see a familiar, smiling face gazing through the screen door at the two of us. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Alcide Herveaux questions hesitantly as I jump to my feet, shaking my head vehemently.
"No, no, not at all, come on in," I insist, opening up the door to one of my many, regular customers. He flashes us a friendly smile before I lead him over to my own desk and as he takes a seat before me, I notice his slight anxieties for the first time.
"Um, so, the uh, Lupa challenges are coming up this week," he reminds me as I nod, a knowing smile coming to my face. Alcide has only just taken over the spot of Alpha for the local, Shreveport werewolf pack and as such, is now required to find his proper Lupa, his female counterpart, who will help him lead the pack and who will also be destined to become his wife in his human life.
"I know, I'm looking forward to listening in during the contest," I inform him as he nods somewhat hesitantly, concern shining in his emerald eyes. "A bit nervous about finally settling down?" I question my friend teasingly as he lets out a small sigh, shrugging lightly at me.
"Not really, I mean, I'm ready to find my mate, to start a family of my own," he insists, rubbing his sweaty palms over his thighs in a nervous gesture. "I'm just, well, I was kind of wondering if you wouldn't mind coming to a little pre-challenge cookout over at my place tomorrow night. I thought maybe you could listen in and get a better idea as to the competitor's intentions before the matches begin," he explains as I nod my understanding.
"Of course, Alcide," I assure him, bringing a loud sigh of relief from the local, Alpha werewolf. "I'd love to help you out and this could be a really good way to know who's really in this for the right reasons," I assure him as he nods once more, a genuine smile stretching over his tanned face.
"Thank you, Sookie, I'll feel so much better getting your input," he assures me as I rise from the desk to approach the werewolf who I consider to be a good friend as well as a loyal client.
"Don't worry, Alcide, we'll find your Mrs. Right, I promise," I assure him, pulling him into a tight hug as he chuckles lowly.
"I certainly hope you're right about that," he responds with a wide grin, his bright, green eyes shining in anticipation. "So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" he questions as I nod my agreement. "Excellent, be at my place at sundown," he informs me, before heading to the door once more, sending the both of us a goodbye wave.
"He's such a sweet guy," Amelia chimes in with a grin as his red pickup is backing down the drive. "Let's just hope 'Debbie Downer' doesn't show up to rain on his parade," she adds with a frown as I'm left nodding my agreement.
"No shit," I respond with an eye roll. "He deserves so much better than his crazy ex."
"Well," she sighs out then, stretching out her limbs. "I'm off to pick up supplies for that spell, you gonna be here when I get back?" she questions as I gaze over at the cellar stairs thoughtfully.
"As much fun as it is sleeping on the cellar floor, I'd rather not make a habit of it," I inform her with a smirk, eliciting laughter from my witchy friend. "More than likely the three of us will be heading to Eric's tonight," I inform her, assuming said vampire will be agreeable to this idea.
"So, the three of you, huh?" she questions, shooting me a smirk as she throws her purse over her shoulder. "Could make for some pretty wild times there, Sook," she adds with a salacious wink, leaving me rolling my eyes at her. Typical Ames.
"I think we've had our fair share of 'wild times' for the time being," I retort back, earning a firm nod from Amelia before she hugs me tightly. "Thanks for all your help, I really couldn't ask for a better friend," I assure her.
"Think nothing of it," she responds with another wink before trailing out the front door with a goodbye wave. I gaze out the window then, watching her car disappear from sight as my mind is whirling with what I've managed to discover today.
Apparently, soulmates are very much a real thing, consisting of some sort of insane connection that literally bends to no laws of nature, and evidently, Godric is my other half, my perfect match that I'm destined to be with no matter the odds set against us. I mean, if death isn't enough to separate the two of us, what possibly could?
I frown then, recalling Amelia's explanation of my rather ill-fated wish and know I have to explain to the guys what I did, albeit unknowingly. Ugh, I really hate knowing this is entirely my own fault and can't even begin to understand just how frustrating and difficult this all must be for poor Godric. I only hope Amelia is able to ready this spell soon so we can finally have him back to his rightful self once more.
AN: Whew! Lots of info in this one! Hope it all makes sense...but if not, feel free to ask me anything, I'd be happy to answer any questions! :)