Yes, I have returned once more. I could not get enough of writing this, and any other writers out there who get an idea into their head and can't stop writing understand me. Anyway! I am hoping to include some more S/G/E in this chapter. And I like Stan, remember the dark-haired Dallas badass with Isabel? Yeah, I like him so I am going to play with him a bit. Will not interfere with Sookie and the other two Smexy vampires I promise. ;P
This chapter is dedicated to my mother and sister. Mom's birthday was Aug. 19 and my sister's was Aug. 21. Happy Birthday, y'all. I miss you and love you two!
As always, this story is my creation, but what its origin is does not belong to me. I do not profit from this, my only profit is the reviews from my lovely readers. I do not own True Blood, but Godric and Eric own me. ;)
I looked at a furious Bill, confused as to why he was so angry. His fangs were elongated, his face was contorted into something that was animalistic and feral, and a low, consistent growl rumbled in his chest. It was a growl that made me fear for my life. I could not figure out if it was instinct that brought upon the feeling or because it truly was terrifying.
"What were you doing? You are not their's, you are mine!" Malice and anger dripped from his words like acid, seemingly burning holes in my heart the way it ached.
"I-I'm sorry Bill but they needed help. I wasn't going to sit here and let them d-" I was cut off by a loud snarl ripping from his chest. I curled into myself.
"That is no fucking excuse!" His tone . . . I had never heard him speak like that to anyone.
"Mister Compton, control yourself in this nest," I heard Isabel say in a hard voice. I did not have the guts to look up from my suddenly very intriguing hands. However a similar growl to the one that was directed at me moments ago reverberated off of the walls. I glanced around and saw every vampire capable stand in the room, as well as their human companions watching the scene unfold. At the growl he emitted, they all seemed to take a step forward against him.
"Where do you get off telling me what to do, you bitch?!" Bill snarled, snapping his head in her direction. He snarled at Isabel. "That human is mine!" Bill yelled. I glanced up for a second, only to see him crouch as if he was going to lunge in my direction. I stayed on the ground, feeling smaller than I really was under Bill's scrutinizing gaze. I cowered, closing my eyes tightly, ready to melt into the ground until I heard something. I looked up and saw Stan in front of me next to Isabel. He was crouched slightly, adding to the intimidation in his stance. He was growling at Bill, his fingers flexing and extending every so often. I could see that his entire body had gone rigid at what was occurring before his very eyes. On my sides I could hear more growling, and I turned to see Godric on my right and Eric on my left.
My eyes widened at the sight of Godric. His fangs were extended and there was a near permanent-looking deep growl from him. His eyes were focused on Bill, his hands and fingers arched into what resembled claws. He looked as feral as Bill, but far more terrifying. Every visible muscle, which was a lot considering his shirt had been discarded after being shredded from the bomb, was tense. His tattoos were exposed, looking tribal. It was then that I remembered a piece of information that Eric had told me about his maker being the Chieftan of his tribe long ago. It made sense.
I looked to Eric and gaped. His eyes were wild with what looked like rage and something else hidden underneath the former. His mouth was open, his fangs extended as he growled. His biceps twitched with the rest of his upper body in the rage. He looked as if he was going to pounce on Bill and tear him apart. He, like Godric, was healed perfectly. There was not one mark on his body, only a few tears in his beater.
Isabel crouched low to me and whispered in my ear, "Ask for their protection. Bill will not be able to touch you when they agree."
I nodded my head and tried to muster the strength that lay dormant within me to the top.
"Godric, Eric, Stan, I ask for your protection against Bill Compton," I asked in a small voice.
"Permission granted," said three male voices in unison.
Stan turned to look at me for a moment, a small smile on his face that gave me an instant comfort. I stood with Isabel and stayed by her. I was shocked, to say the least, to see all of these vampires around me. Some of them I did not know, but they still stood with me. Was it because of Godric?
I looked forward, staring directly at a ravenous Bill from the gap between Stan's arm and his body. He looked positively terrifying. Something had to have snapped inside of him. I wondered briefly if it had to do with Lorena. Did she say something? Or was he actually mad at me for saving Godric and Eric?
Then something happened that I did not see coming; Bill lunged for me, seemingly trying to go Stan to get to me. He did not make it to Stan, however, for Godric had leaped into action with Eric so fast, I did not see him move. Bill was pinned to the ground by his throat with a snarling Godric holding him there. Eric stood over the both of them, his features composed by all means as opposed to the pair snarling at each other.
"In this nest," growled out Godric, "nobody should have to feel they are in danger. Make no mistake, I have no problem ending you when you threaten everything that I hold dear in my nest, no less. I will ask you the same thing I asked your delusional maker earlier. I can snap you like a twig. And regardless of how much I desire to, I have not," Godric leaned down to Bill's ear. "Now why is that?"
Bill did not answer with words. A snarl escaped his lips at the wrong time, however, and then Eric was down at his level.
"Why don't you repeat that answer?" Eric said cockily. His voice remained cool and collected. Godric began to compose himself at that very moment, yet still kept a very firm grip on Bill's throat.
"It is your choice," replied Bill through clenched teeth.
"That it is. Just as it is my choice to end you or allow your pitiful existence to continue. You will leave Area Nine if you wish to keep living before the approach of dawn. If you wish to return and speak about this atrocious behavior, you may at a different time. However, you are not allowed to contact Miss Stackhouse unless she contacts you first. I wish you out of my area before down. Every vampire listening here will know that the True Death is the only end for you if you do not comply with this simple request." Godric was completely composed. He released Bill, who stood up when Godric and Eric did. His face was still contorted in anger, but not nearly as much as it had been moments ago. He glared at me with such hatred that I reached out for Stan.
"I've got you," he whispered, taking me into his muscular arms and stroking my hair. I was trying to keep as calm as possible, but what is the normal reaction for one when she sees the man she thought she loved change into a completely different person and try to kill her? I was in shock and my breathing was hysteric.
"I am not leaving without what is mine!"
This time it was Stan who spoke up. "She is not yours, Compton. Get it through your thick skull." I felt him say. I rested my head on his chest before I did something that I did not believe possible.
I grew a pair, so to speak, and spoke up, turning around in Stan's arms. "I don't know what gives you the gall to say I am yours when you seemed fairly content with killing me a moment ago! I am not yours, you are not mine. Fuck you, Bill Compton. Don't you know that you should heed the advice of the vampires in here? You know, the ones that are older and much stronger than you? I loved you, I thought you loved me. You know what they say, learn from your mistakes, let 'em go and move passed them." I slipped an arm around Stan and winked at Godric and Eric. Where was all of this strength and courage coming from? I did not know, but I liked it. I continued to walk past Bill and moved to the door. I twisted the door handle. "I learned from my mistake, I just moved passed it, and now I am letting it go. Fuck you, Bill Compton." Not only did the courage I had to do all of that come out of nowhere, but I could not believe I had the strength to walk right by the man who, only mere minutes ago, tried to kill me.
"Good job, sweetheart," Stan said quietly, kissing the top of my head and tightening his arm around me. I took in a breath and leaned into Stan for support, though he was already giving an ample amount.
"I do not believe I could have said it better myself," came Godric's voice. "Leave my presence, leave this nest, and leave this Area."
"If you do not, I will ensure that you get shackled in my basement, Compton. After all, I am still your Sheriff," chimed in Eric. His voice was the usual arrogant tone I loved and hated very much. I looked at him the same moment he looked at me and he winked at me. There was a lot of winking going on . . .
Bill took one last look around the nest and snarled loudly before he started for the door. I backed into Stan when he paused in front of us and glared at me.
"The Queen will have what she wants. This is not over!" Bill began.
"I am quite certain it is, Mr. Compton," I heard Godric say from my side. I had not even noticed he was standing there until he spoke up.
"Do not make me escort you out like the pussy you are, Bheel," I heard Eric say as he walked into our view.
I looked up at Stan and kissed him on the cheek. He released me and I went to Eric and Godric, quickly taken into the arms of the ancient vampires. The two that I found myself falling very deeply in love with, which seemed far too quick, to say the least. I was, however, not complaining.
I rested my head on Godric's chest, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. The coolness of his flesh started to ease my oncoming headache instantly. I felt his arms lock around me and I felt someone, I assumed Eric, embrace the both of us from behind me with his long arms.
I had found the men I loved, regarldess of how it came to be. And I was not going to let that asshole to ruin what I had, even if it was not official. I did not care if it ever would be. Something was pulling me to them, whether it was their blood in my system or not. I loved them. And I could almost see Gran rolling in her grave at the thought of me being with two men at the same time. But I could not change my sudden feelings, and as the seconds ticked by, I found myself not wanting to change them.
I turned to look at Bill once more. "Goodbye Bill Compton." And then he was gone with only the sick memory of his sudden change left in my mind.
Well, there y'all have it! Chapter Five. I know I did not include much S/G/E in this chapter, but I had to set it up for that in the next chapter. I promise I will have some S/G/E in the next chapters. Y'all deserve it. Please rate and review!
Wolfe