Hey! God, I ate up your reviews like child with candy. Thank you for reviewing, following, and favoriting. I do not know what I would do without y'all keeping my head above the North Sea; if you do not get the reference, it is in an episode of True Blood. I just have to say that I do not have a BETA, so any mistakes that I make are unintentional and my own. I will most certainly stray from the script in this chapter, but some parts I feel necessary to keep to it. I take no credit for that of which I do use.
As always, the wonderful Alan Ball owns these guys. But Godric and Eric? Well, they own me. ;)
I stood still as Godric rose, his firm muscles beneath his shirt rippling and flexing from the movement. He and Eric began to talk in some foreign language and when Eric laughed, his abdomen flexed. It should have been illegal to wear shirts that tight. My breathing hitched for a moment, but I coughed, trying in earnest to cover up what had to be one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.
In an attempt to clear my head, I took a little stroll over to where a younger looking female, possibly a human companion to one of the nest members, was standing. We immediately engaged in a conversation. Yes, I was part of it, but after seeing Godric move like he owned the room (yes, I know he did), I could not keep my mind focused on anything. I tried to think about Bill, but it would not work. My mind drew a blank. And with my curse, that took some serious skill.
I happened to glance around the room and saw a female vampire, maybe a little taller than me, stroll into the room and right over to me. The human I had been talking to looked at the Devil in Prada and walked away. The red dress that said "vampire" was clad in brought out the red in her hair, making her look a bit more intimidating, but not to the point where I was scared. Her eyes held purpose and disdain, but her features were schooled.
"Hi, I'm Sookie!" I greeted, trying to make her feel welcome, even if I got an eerie feeling about the vampire.
"Yes. So you are what all the fuss is about?" she asked, looking my body up and down as if she were sizing me up. The short hairs on the back of my neck prickled and I cocked my head.
"Excuse me?" I asked, confused on why should would address someone she did not know in such a manner.
"Lorena!" came a voice from behind me. I looked back and saw a distraught Bill standing over me. His voice sounded angry, but it sounded almost rehearsed. It sounded fake. His face held two emotions, but I could only decipher anger. The other one, not even close to the first, was a mystery to me. There was a small pang in my heart, but it was easily ignored.
"Oh, Bill! I missed you!" she said with a gleeful tone, trying to nearly walk through me to get to Bill. I stood between her and her target, keeping her from her target. She scowled at me and I returned the favor.
"What can I do for you," I asked, defiantly crossing my arms. Who did this bitch think she was? The Queen of England?
"You, my dear, can run along," she said, looking passed me at Bill.
"I beg to differ. In fact, what I can do for you is stand here and keep you from what is mine," I said, looking at her with my arms crossed over my chest.
The entire room had gone deathly quiet. All of the vampires and their companions were looking our way. I saw Isabel looking at me as if she wanted to come to me, but she could not. The one that looked the most upset, which threw me for a curve was Stan. He looked furious. And why would he be angry? He would be the first vampire to attack a human, not defend one!
"Move out of the way. We are in love with each other!" Lorena said, trying to throw herself at Bill over me.
"Lorena, you've gone mad. Come on Sookie; we're leaving," said Bill, grabbing my arm to keep me from disobeying. Like he could stop me when I was seeing red.
"Go back home you fucking bitch! You lost this one!" I yelled.
At this, the bitch bore her fangs. "Take those words back or they will be your last."
"No!" And as the final word fell from my lips, I found myself being pulled from Bill and slammed onto a table. Lorena's fangs were on my throat for a brief moment before I saw a white hand reach and grab her by her throat. I looked up and saw Godric. He glanced at me for a second with remorse and some other emotion in his eyes before he steeled his features and looked at Lorena.
I could hear, though barely, two growls emanating from either side of me. I glanced back and saw Eric looking at me with the same emotions in his eyes that Godric had. He then looked up at Lorena and growled once more.
"Retract. Your. Fangs. Now. I neither know nor care who you are. But in this area and certainly in this nest, I am the authority. Do you understand?" Godric's voice was low and menacing, causing even Eric to step back for a moment. I sat up cautiously and moved by Eric, as Bill was behind Lorena.
On his final word, Lorena's fangs clicked back into place and Godric released her. He looked back at me for a moment and winked at me. It was so quick I barely saw it, but I looked up at Eric and with the way his face looked, I knew I had every reason to be surprised. Eric spent two thousand years with Godric. Nothing about the ancient one should have shocked him. And yet, somehow it still happened.
"Yes, Sheriff," she replied, clearly scared shitless.
Nanana booboo! my subconscious laughed.
I know, right?! I replied, trying to suppress an audible laugh.
"This human has proven to be a courageous and loyal friend to our kind," Godric began, turning to face me and address the rest of the vampires. "And yet you treat her like a child does a dragonfly. Pulling off wings for sport? No wonder they hate us." The disdain and malice was dripping from every word.
"She provoked me," Lorena tried to defend, though she could not get enough volume for her words to sound like anything more than a child's plea.
"And you provoke me. You have disrupted the peace in my own home. I could snap you like a twig and I haven't. Why is that?" Godric asked, eyeing her with disappointment evident on his beautiful features.
"Because it is your choice," she whispered.
"Indeed it is. You are an old vampire. I can tell. You have had hundreds of years to better yourself, and yet you are still as savage as a child. I fear for us all, humans and vampires, if this behavior persists." He then turned to Bill. "You know her?"
"Yes, Sheriff," stated Bill solemnly.
"Escort her out of the nest." He turned to Lorena. "I want you out of my area before dawn. Am I clear?"
She nodded her head and followed Bill outside.
"Return to your prior engagements before we were so rudely interrupted," Godric said, lifting the tension visibly in the room.
I took a very deep breath to calm myself before I felt a cool hand on my shoulder blade, and I jumped high, turning heel to see who it was. I was breathing heavily from the scare, afraid it was Lorena returning to come and finish me off. I was relieved when it was Godric.
"Relax, little one," he soothed. "Lorena is gone. I assure you that she will not harm you again." He approached me and stroked the side of my face with his cool, yet feather-soft hand. It felt like heaven. I subconsciously nuzzled into the feeling of calmness coming over my body. I felt tears prickle my eyes. Never before in my entire life had I felt as safe as I did in the presence of Godric and Eric. Wait . . . Eric? I turned around and looked up, seeing the second vampire of my thoughts before me.
"Hello, sweetheart." Eric said in a calming voice. I leaned into his body, not thinking clearly at the moment. His hard abdomen felt like heaven on my skin. I had a headache and I was still sore from Gabe's assault.
"Excuse me," a voice said over everyone's conversations, "may I have your attention?"
Everybody turned to face a boy no older than Jason wearing an exceptionally large coat.
"My name is Luke McDonald and I have a message from Reverend Steve Newlin." With that, he unzipped his jacket, revealing a bomb covered in bullets, wooden and silver alike, and shrapnel. He lifted his hand with the trigger under his thumb and . . .
Well, that is it for now, y'all. As I stated last time and in my other Author's Note, I take no credit for the lines I used from the show. I do not own them, I do not have any claim on them whatsoever. They belong to the writers and Alan Ball. I know this is a bit shorter than the other two, but it is late and I am runnin' on empty.
Please, my dears, review. Until next time, ciao.