AN: Enjoy this chapter! Happy Reading! :)
Chapter 27
PPOV
"Hey, watch it!" Ginger grumbles out as I proceed to half drag the annoying breather over the patchy yard.
"Oh, just shut it, will you?" I throw back, rolling my eyes as the emaciated human stumbles once more, granting her a bleeding scrape over her knobby knee.
"I don't know why I bother puttin' up with you fuckin' vamps," she spits back, rubbing her raw knee as we come to the freshly dug grave.
"Sit down, shut up and wipe that condescending look off your face right fucking now," I instruct, pointing to the grassy patch of land to earn a sullen pout from the insolent staff member as she plops herself to the patchy grass mound.
"Hey, Pam," greets my beautiful pet softly as she trails down the steps of the back porch. "Thanks for coming," she adds as I take her into my arms, hugging her tightly to my chest. I don't have to hold a bond with her to know the fear she holds for her friend and if I'm completely honest with myself, I'm just as fucking terrified as she over what may come of tonight's events.
"Shh, everything will be fine, my pet," I whisper, trying my best to keep my voice steady, working to portray her ever strong and confident lover even as I feel on the verge of breaking down myself.
"I'm so scared, Pammy," she whispers through salty tears as I reach through the bond I hold with my Maker and Grandsire once more only to feel a wave of grief so overwhelming I have to quickly shut down the connection once more.
"All we can do is wait," I remind her, running my fingers through her chestnut locks. "And I'll be right here with you," I assure her, earning a soft smile from my lover as she nods her approval.
"Thank you," she whispers against my lips before kissing me softly.
"Ugh, get a room," Ginger groans out, earning a swift kick of my Prada heel in turn. "Ouch!" she cries out, giving me a harsh frown.
"I thought I told you to zip it," I sternly remind her, hoping the scrawny breather will provide proper sustenance to a newly risen vampire. Amelia just shakes her head at me before we turn to the soft patch of earth together.
"You really think she'll be okay, Pammy? I've never heard of a fey hybrid being turned before," my pet muses fearfully as I let out an unnecessary sigh.
"Your friend is in very capable hands, my pet," I remind her, having to trust in the actions of my Maker and Grandsire. Amelia squeezes my hand firmly then as we're left having to wait for any signs of life.
SPOV
Darkness. My consciousness is slowly rising to find nothing but utter darkness. Where am I? My thoughts are spinning as I try to move my limbs only to find I'm trapped. Why can't I move? I begin to panic before a wave of warming calm washes over me to settle my anxieties.
Eric. I can feel him. It's his peaceful presence I feel flowing steadily through me now, more deeply than I ever have before. I suddenly feel worlds better, realizing I'm not alone and instinctively reach through our shared bond for my second love only to feel a dark, empty void. Godric? Why can't I feel him? Is he not with us? My mind is still swimming as a large hand squeezes firmly around my own just before I feel myself being lifted from the thick, consuming darkness.
"Sookie!" is cried out just before small arms are wrapped around me tightly. Instinctively, I know who's hugging me and am hugging my best friend back tightly in turn as my mind is still trying to make sense of just what the hell is going on.
"Master?" I hear beside me, glancing over to see Pam embracing Eric tightly before the two of them turn back to the apparent dirt hole I was just dragged out from.
"Fuck, come on Godric. Wake up, dammit. Don't you know I can't fucking live without you?" I hear Eric's fear filled plea as I pull from my friend's embrace to begin trailing back to the pile of soft earth.
"Don't worry, Eric," I whisper, kneeling down in the pile of moist soil before plunging my hand into the softened ground. I can't tell you why I'm doing what I am; I just somehow know this is what I must do as I take hold of an achingly familiar and alarmingly limp hand. "Whoa," I whisper, feeling that familiar, tingling sensation rushing through me to ignite every one of my nerve endings just before Godric is clutching onto my hand tightly.
"Godric!" is cried out from behind me in unison as my soul's counterpart pulls himself above the dirt grave before taking me tightly into his embrace. Joyful tears are streaming down my face as I'm made whole once more in the arms of my destined love.
"Mo anam chara, I feared I had lost you once more," I hear the fear filled words as I'm flooded with our mixing elation.
"Never," I answer back, squeezing Godric tightly as we're soon joined by the others, being wrapped together into a cocoon of overwhelming joy and love. I glance up to meet the cobalt eyes of my Viking, seeing them sparkling with absolute delight as he wraps his long arms around both Godric and I before raising his smiling face to the star studded heavens.
"Thank fucking Odin. I was beginning to think I'd never rise from that foul fucking hole," I hear my Viking say, earning a small snort from me.
"Well, I'm certainly glad you did," I reply before Eric lowers his face to look at me in puzzlement. "What?" I question, looking around to see everyone granting me strange stares.
"Lover?" Eric questions and it takes me a moment to realize his lips aren't moving as realization sinks in. I can hear his thoughts, just as loud and clear as when I'm trying to read anyone else's mind and as his eyes widen in surprise, I know he's grasped this bit of news as well.
"Oh, fuck a zombie," Pam groans silently. Her brows rise as I glance over to her. "You can fucking hear me right now, can't you, cupcake?" she questions wordlessly as I slowly nod to her assessment, not knowing exactly what this may mean for my future.
"Cupcake?" Godric says then, bringing all our attention to my soulmate as he tilts his head curiously at Pam.
"Oh, holy shit," I whisper, taking hold of his shoulders. "Can you hear me right now?" I think at him as his brows shoot up in surprise.
"How is this possible?" he questions, shaking his head in disbelief as I find myself laughing. "Dear one?" he questions inquiringly.
"How is anything we've dealt with since the first day we met possible?" I reply back, earning a small smirk from him in return.
"An excellent point, my love," he answers, hugging me once more to bring a soft, contented sigh from me. I nuzzle my face against his chest, feeling wholly content in his embrace as the rest of the world just melts away.
"Lover?" Eric soon questions as I raise my face to see his probing gaze. "Are you not hungry?" he asks as I shake my head.
"No," I answer, shrugging absently. "Why?"
"Because, my love," Godric answers softly, trailing his finger over my cheek. "You are a newly risen vampire," he explains, displaying my own, bloody tear before me as realization sets in.
"Oh, holy shit," I whisper. My knees are suddenly wobbly and Godric quickly takes firm hold of me, having to prop me up against him as my mind is assaulted by a violent storm of memories, that all begin with a literal bang, a shotgun bang that is.
I remember everything, walking into the house expecting to find Amelia just before seeing Debbie sitting with a fucking shotgun at my own kitchen table. I remember the agonizing pain as my body hit the floor. I remember feeling my life slowing draining from me as that crazy werebitch laughed above me. The troops arrived then, I recall, seeing the blurred faces of my numerous friends and colleagues floating through my mind as they frantically worked to save me just before I felt my loves quickly approaching, at speeds I thought impossible.
It all makes sense now. I was dying, which means Godric was dying as well. Eric must have turned me then, in desperate hopes of saving my own life, along with his beloved Maker's. And that, of course, would explain why the hell I woke up in a dirt hole in my backyard.
"Sookie," Eric says then, stepping before me as he raises his hand to my face. He pauses then, a look of unparalleled agony creasing his beautifully handsome face as his golden head lowers in defeat. "You hate me," he whispers, shaking his head as my heart breaks for the man I love.
"Eric," I answer softly, seeing him visibly flinch just before I take his much larger hand into my own. "How could you ever think that?" I question, squeezing his hand as my heart overflows with love for my dear Viking.
"But you, I mean, I thought," he stammers out, bringing a soft laugh from me. "Lover," he sighs out, wrapping his long arms around me before he's hugging me snugly to his firm chest. I feel his overwhelming gratitude flowing through me then, just as strongly as I can feel my soulmate's emotions mirror through me and hug my love back, wrapping the two of us in our shared affections.
"Wait," I say then, pulling away to look back and forth between my vampires in puzzlement. "Why aren't I hungry? I mean, I thought newly risen vamps were supposed to be bloodthirsty, showing little to no control," I muse aloud as Godric gives me a gallant shrug.
"You now share your gift of telepathy with me, my beloved, there is no reason not to believe I am sharing my centuries worth of control with you in turn," he explains as I begin nodding slowly, realizing he's likely right about this. This connection between us is a rather formidable force, that apparently has a mind all it's own.
"Fucking incredible," Eric whispers, shaking his head at the two of us, a look of awe stretched over his face.
"So she ain't gonna feed off me then?" a scratchy voice sounds out as I turn to see a provocatively dressed woman wobbly rising to her feet with an annoyed scowl.
"Sorry, Ging, guess your services won't be required this evening," Pam purrs, earning an indignant huff from the irritated human. "I suppose I'll return our waitress to the bar," Pam directs at us, a small smirk playing at her crimson lips. "I'm sure the three of you have a bit of catching up to do. Until later, sis," she adds the last remark to me with a wink. She then proceeds to lay a breath stealing kiss upon my roommate before her and the whining waitress are disappearing into the darkened night.
"Oh, um," Amelia says, wiping the remainder of her eager lover's lipstick away with a small smirk. "Feel free to crash here, or, you know, whatever," she says with a shrug before stepping before me to wrap me into another hug. "I'm so glad you're back, Sook," she whispers as I swear I smell salty tears welling in her eyes. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Ames," I assure her, pulling away to give her a soft smile. She nods to me, the small gesture speaking volumes as I nod back, knowing we'll be catching up very soon before she's heading back into the farmhouse with a final wave.
"Well, my beloved," Godric whispers softly against my ear. "This is your first night as vampire," he says, trailing his fingertips gently over my overly sensitive skin to send an anticipatory shiver through me. "How would you choose to spend it?"
"I can think of a couple things I'd very much like to experience in a whole new way," I answer, turning to see matching smirks gracing both my loves' faces as the bonds between us are surging with our mixed, rising lusts.
"Thank fucking Odin," Eric answers silently as I raise a brow at him. "What?" he says aloud with a cocky smirk. "I was rather looking forward to the insatiable lusts of a newly risen vampire, Lover," he explains, bringing a snort of amusement from me.
"Well," I answer back, stepping before him to trail my finger over his chest with a sultry smile. "I can't very well disappoint you then, can I?" I purr just before I'm squealing in surprise, suddenly finding myself being launched into the starry sky in the dual embrace of my loves.
"You're in for a real treat tonight, Lover," Eric breathes against my ear, bringing a wide grin to my face.
"Ditto, Viking," I answer back with a wink, earning low chuckles from my soulmate and my Maker as they proceed to fly us back home. Home. I have to smile then, realizing wherever we are, so long as the three of us are together, truly is my home; the safest, most comforting place on earth, the one place I'll always return to, straight into the open arms of my two, dearest loves.
AN: We're not quite finished yet... ;)