I have returned! I pray that after a week of waiting with baited breath, this is the cure for y'all's fang-overs. I wish to thank all of those who have been so kind as to follow and favorite this piece of mine. I love you!

I do not own this or profit from this work. I am a harmless fan (who finished season six and saw Alexander Skarsgard NAKED!) that wished to write this story. Proprietorship belongs to Mark Hudis and Alan Ball before him. I do not own them, but Godric and Eric own me. ;)

Nora approached me before the two of us followed Eric and Godric into the room that contained the she-devil Nan. Eric looked at the two of us for a moment and Nora waved him off. She spoke to him in a language I could not understand in the least and he departed. I looked at her, confused. She had an interesting look within her eye that I did not recognize.

"I cannot express in words my gratitude for saving my Maker, Sookie," she stated.

"I will tell you the same thing that I told Eric, Nora," I replied in a soft and kind tone, a genuine smile on my face. "I love him, too. He saved my life when he didn't have to down in the Fellowship's basement. We did not personally know each other . . . and now I cannot imagine my life without him . . . or Eric."

"Have you had their blood?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Godric's as well?" she asked with pure curiosity swirling in her words.

"Yes," I whispered. A blush crept across my face. I remembered the mutual blood exchange and how it had almost ended. What a wonderful memory . . . I sighed contentedly.

"For my Maker to relinquish any of his blood to anyone excluding either Eric or myself, he must hold you very dear. His view on the blood of a vampire is one that I would never have taken had he not instilled his beliefs within me. He holds the blood sacred, as it is and always has been," she stated. How could I have not realized? "My Maker and my brother seem to truly love you. I have never seen them act this way with anyone. It is like they are under your spell . . . If Godric ever felt the need to do something in the past, even something small and insignificant, neither Eric nor myself could deter him from doing as he pleased. And yet, you were able to stop him from committing the most significant act in his two-thousand years." She sounded astonished, as if a human saving her maker from suicide was virtually impossible. Then, she did something that I did not see coming a mile away. She embraced me and I felt something cold drip to my shoulder. She pulled away after a short time and I saw her wipe futilely at her eyes.

"Hold on," I whispered as I reached into the small pocket in my dress. I pulled out a tissue that I had stashed earlier just in case I would need it and handed it to her. She smiled at me and then looked toward the door for a moment before she backed up. I looked at her with slight confusion until I saw what she was looking at exit the room.

Hand in hand, Godric and Eric entered our view, both with smiles upon their faces.

"We have made arrangements for our belongings to be claimed and brought to Shreveport," stated Godric without looking at us. "They shall be at Eric's bar within the next two days." With that said, they looked at the two of us and Eric's grin turned into something that spelled trouble. Godric's became quite devilish as well. Nora locked eyes with Eric for a second, almost as if they were conversing in their minds. After a brief moment, they all turned to me, all of their grins equally as mischievous. My body froze in the one second I needed it to move and Godric had lifted me as if I was as light as a feather and I found myself on Eric's back, holding on for dear life as he ran through the building at an insane speed. It was so quick that I did not have the oxygen necessary to scream.

Once we were out of the building, I felt Eric leave the ground with an insane force. It was then that I decided to scream, aiming it purposefully in his ear. He moved his head out of my range and I felt him squeeze my calves slightly and it tickled insanely for some unknown reason. I relaxed my grasp as I became used to the speed we were traveling at. I had not realized how tired I was and I knew that dawn was coming within about an hour. However, at the speed we were going, I doubt it would be much more than twenty or so minutes before we would arrive at Fangtasia. With the sudden exhaustion that was cascading over my body, I was unsure if I would be able to hold on for that long. But I would force myself to do so.

My eyelids were fighting to stay open within fifteen minutes (longer than I originally anticipated) and I was sure that we were close. I recognized what I saw below me, but just barely. We were quite high in the sky and I was surprised my ears had not popped. But I was not going to question such a blessing after the longest morning of my existence.

I felt the wind whipping my hair around my face as Eric began to descend. I gripped on a bit tighter with my legs, but my arms became lax at the very moment we touched the ground. A pair of arms encircled my form and I looked up to see the pale face of Godric, his expression worried. My body was exhausted, but I was able to manage giving him a kiss before the world went completely black.

***T*R*U*E***B*L*O*O*D***

I woke up, not sure how late it was, for I found myself in a box. Wait; maybe not a box . . . a coffin?

Why are we in a coffin? I thought.

Well, we are dating two vampires. And you decided to fall asleep before we got in here my subconscious replied snarkily.

Where and what the hell is "here"?

Fangtasia, tard-ass. You passed out in Godric's arms.

How do you know and I don't?!

I am you subconscious. I catch everything you do not.

That's friggen' awesome!

Shut up and figure out whose coffin we are in. This place is giving me the willies.

At least it's comfy.

But very dark.

Good point . . . damn it!

I could not see a thing. It truly was darker than pitch. I felt around to try and figure out if I was with someone or if I was in a coffin alone. My hand rubbed along the plush interior of the side closest to me and then I switched to my other side. I slid my fingers over the furry surface once before my hand came into contact with something hard. It was obviously a body; I was just praying to the good Lord that it was one of my vampires and not an actual corpse.

I lifted my hand and started to feel around the body. I felt no clothing on the torso, but there was a pair of pants on the body. If it was one of my vampires, it was for sure not Eric; too short.

I poked the fit abdomen and trailed my bouncing finger up toward what I hoped would be a head. Sure enough, my finger found a chin. I brushed my hand under the chin and poked the cheek, curious about who it was. I poked the cheek lightly once more.

"What are you doing, Little One?" asked the voice that belonged to the body. A hand reached over and touched mine.

"Eep!" I yelled, curling into a ball. Then the voice registered in my head. However, before I could say anything, he did.

"Relax; it's me, Sookie," Godric whispered in my ear. His tone was the most seductive I had ever heard. Rather than feeling relaxed, an entirely different feeling came over my body and I felt a throbbing between my legs. He moved his mouth onto my ear and nipped playfully at my earlobe. His hand began to ghost up my inner thigh and . . .

Yes, I know she's short. But I plan on updating very soon after this one and I promise it will make up for this cliffy. I love teasing y'all. Please, if you have time, leave me a review. Only we authors understand how happy it makes us to know that our work is appreciated. ;) Until next time, my wonderful readers!

Sookie is still human, just to clarify.

Wolfe