Chapter Forty-One:
The light tight blinds began to rise as Godric sat up in the bed wide eyed and with an erection settled between his legs. His unnecessary breaths were labored as his thoughts immediately dove to the illicit dream. He had rarely dreamed in his existence. There would be a few times throughout the centuries, but they were far and few between. This dream, however, had been unlike any other.
"Oh dear god! Oh mother fucking hell!" Mackenzie's voice from the other room caused Godric's arousal to twitch in anticipation. He cursed under his breath at the feelings the dream had aroused in him. It had been worse enough that he had been enjoying her dreams. Now he was having his own?
"Eric can never know," Godric shifted himself in his cotton pants, trying to imagine anything other than the blonde just on the other side of that door. Her panicked voice, however, did nothing to help him. He sighed as he drew himself off the bed, praying that Mackenzie would not notice, and quickly appeared in the living room. "Mackenzie?"
She was settled on the couch, her knees pressed to her chest as she stared at the wall beside him. He frowned as he took in her sweating form, inhaling the arousal that was emitting from her, and had to stop himself from allowing the beast from within his dream to leap free. He needed better control than that.
"Mackenzie, are you…" he glanced between the girl and where she was staring. His frown deepened as he realized it was the exact spot he remembered quite clearly forcing her against before his lips captured hers. He twitched again at the memory and he felt mortified that he could not control his urges. "Mackenzie, what's wrong?"
She was breathing heavily as she risked a glance at the vampire, the blood draining from her face. She couldn't look at him the same way, not after what had just occurred in her dreams. It wasn't unusual to wake up inside of another dream. But this, this was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She had thought she was safe from the dream her dream self had just experienced, but then Godric had all but pounced at her. What worried her was that she had let him. She had all but thrown herself at him with open arms.
What the hell was wrong with her?
"You had another dream, didn't you?" he assumed. She was always so panicked and confused after waking from the dreams.
"Two," she corrected, swallowing hard as she quickly looked away. A blush rose on her cheeks as she began shaking. "I had two."
His eyebrows furrowed. "You had two?"
"I-I woke up inside of a-another," she explained with a shaky voice. "Is this…is this normal?"
He stared at her long and hard, fully aware that his gaze was making her uncomfortable. The longer he took the sight of her in, the more horrified he felt.
"You had the same dream."
"What?" her head snapped up, confusion in her orbs. "What did you just say?"
Godric stepped forward but stopped the moment she shifted and her arousal met his nostrils. His eyes fluttered closed as he attempted to compose himself. He could not lose control like he had in his – their – dream. "I had a dream much like yours."
Mackenzie's eyes grew as wide as saucers. "But how is that…is that even possible?"
"I'm not sure," he admitted, his eyes slowly opening. He caught her gaze and could literally feel as she shuddered. "I'm uncertain if this is common or not."
"Oh god," her breathing grew more rapid. "Oh Jesus mother of fuck!"
"Mackenzie?" he could feel the panic sweeping through her and he was growing worried. She had been surprised at the dreams in the past, embarrassed at the content of them, but she had never reacted this strongly before. "Mackenzie, you need to breathe."
She was starting to hyperventilate, however. Her chest rose and fell in fast successions as her thoughts ran wild. She and Godric had had the same dream. How was this even possible? Was it the blood? Was it more than that? But what else could it be? Why would Godric have a dream about her? Why did she care if he had a dream about her? Why did she suddenly hope he had shared the same dream as she had?
There were too many questions running through her thoughts, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she tried to stop each and every one of them.
"Please don't," Godric pleaded with her, appearing on the edge of the coffee table, his hand reaching to caress her cheek. She flinched at his touch and tried to scramble away, but she was met with the arm of the couch. A whimper sounded from her lips and it tore right through Godric's heart. "Shh, it's okay Mackenzie. Please stop crying."
But she couldn't. Because it was wrong, it was all just wrong. She was not supposed to care if he was having dreams about her as well. She was not supposed to wish that she hadn't of woken up from the last dream, that she wished she was still pressed against that wall. It was not okay at all.
"Look at me, Mackenzie. Please, look at me," he grasped her chin, his thumb massaging her cheek as her eyes clamping shut. "Please, Mackenzie. I need you to look at me."
"Why is this happening? Why are these dreams happening?" her bottom lip quivered. "Why do I want them?"
He was startled by her question. Why did she want them? When Mackenzie realized what she had blurted out, she only cried out in embarrassment and tried to climb off the couch. He caught her by the waist however, and moved so she was now settled on his lap as he sat on the couch. She squirmed, trying to get as far away from him as she possibly could get, but Godric held her in place firmly.
"Mackenzie," he jostled her chin. "Look at me. Please, my sweet. Look at me."
But she refused to open her eyes. She couldn't look at him. She felt horrified. How could she have just said that out loud? What was wrong with her? She was going to lose Godric because of her mistake, she just knew it.
"Open those beautiful eyes of yours. Please? For me?" he pleaded. He didn't want to feel her emotions any longer. They were ripping him up inside, tearing his heart apart. He just wanted to comfort her, to soothe her. But she wouldn't allow him. "I only want to help, Mackenzie. Please let me help you."
"But you can't," she sobbed out. "You can't make this go away. You can't stop me from…"
"Look at me, Mackenzie," when she shook her head stubbornly, Godric sighed as cupped her cheek. "Please do this for me."
She was shaking from head to toe as she slowly drew her eyes open. How could he be so calm? How could he try and comfort her when she was some perverted hormonal teenager?
"Hey," he caught her gaze. He thought about glamouring her, but knew she would never forgive him for such. Nor would he. "Everything is going to be okay, Mackenzie. I promise. Please, just breathe."
Mackenzie chewed hard on her bottom lip. "But it's not going to be okay."
"Yes it will be."
"How do you know?"
"Because I just do," he offered a small smile.
She frowned at him as he continued to caress her cheek, tucking her tangled hair behind her ear every so often. His touches of comfort felt so nice, so soothing. She hated that she moved into his touch, a small sigh escaping her lips.
"Sookie said this is the blood, that it'll make me feel…attracted to you," her voice was so tiny, if he hadn't of been a vampire, he never would have heard her at all.
"Yes," Godric nodded slowly. "My blood will have that effect, yes."
"But," she was biting down so hard on her lip that she broke through the skin. The moment a single drop of blood began to pool in the tiny wound, Godric's entire body stiffened. The smell of her arousal mixed with her blood was beginning to send him over the edge. He could already feel himself beginning to harden even more. "But this doesn't…it doesn't feel like the blood."
He gazed at her in surprise. She was still panicking, but there was clarity in her orbs that hadn't been there before. Her eyebrows furrowed as her gaze dropped to his lips. She couldn't stop wondering what it would be like to kiss him. And she hated that. She hated it even more that she was not pressed against the wall as she thought this.
"Mackenzie," her arousal was beginning to grow, forcing his eyes to flutter close. He was losing the battle from within. He was losing his control to the beast. It was becoming incredibly hard not to take her by the hips and grind himself against her.
When she felt him beneath her, shifting and groaning softly, her eyes grew wide. "Godric?" she could feel his own arousal and she was surprised. Was the blood causing this to happen to him as well?
"Mackenzie I…" his hand fell to her hip, holding her completely still. "I'm afraid I'm about to lose control."
Those words. They were the same words that he had spoken in her dreams. His control was starting to break, and she honestly didn't know whether she was happy about that or not.
"You said that in the dream," she felt breathless as his other hand gripped her hip as well. Her hands flew to his shoulders, steadying herself as his fingers dug into her skin. She wondered if she would have a bruise there later. She found that she didn't even care.
"I know," a low growl began to sound from the back of his throat.
"Is this another dream?" she asked in a small voice. A part of her hoped that it was, so that if she woke up, she could and try and forget the guilt and the shame. But at the same time, she prayed to whoever might be listening that this was anything but a dream. A part of her wanted this to be real. She wanted this to be oh so real.
"I don't think so."
"Good,"
Unlike their shared dream, it was Mackenzie that leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. She didn't know what had possessed her to do so, but her body was no longer listening to her head. Her heart was screaming at her to kiss him, to grasp onto him and never let go. She had always been one to listen to reason, to logic. But in that moment, she threw it all to the wind. Her heart had won this battle out.
And her burning need for him.
As Mackenzie began to pull away, however, the beast within the vampire leapt free and grasped the back of her neck, holding her where she was. He could control himself no longer as his arm wrapped itself around her waist, pressing her against him. Her legs came to either side, straddling him as his erection settled between her thighs. A moan escaped her lips as he pulled her even harder against him.
"I cannot stop," he warned her, catching her gaze for only a moment before his lips travelled across her jaw and down her neck. They paused over her pulsing vein, the urge to sink his fangs into her heightening. He stopped himself, however, wanting to explore every inch of her body before he tainted her with his mark. "I'm sorry, my love, but I cannot help myself any longer."
Another moan sounded as his fingers curled into her hair, tugging her head to the side. His tongue flicked out, darting along the vein with earnest. He wanted her, oh how he wanted her. All thoughts of this being wrong disappeared. He no longer cared. He just needed this girl, and he needed her now.
"Don't," she gasped for air as his lips moved back up her neck and captured her lips again. "Want," she was losing her mind as he sucked her bottom lip between his, licking away the few drops of blood that had pooled. "Definitely don't want that."
He couldn't help the smirk that appeared as he suddenly flipped their forms, pressing her back into the couch as he straddled her. Her hands flew to his chest, grasping onto the material and tugging him to her. She bucked her hips at the same time he grasped onto her hips, meeting her thrust with is own. A gasp of pleasure slipped from her lips as she threw her head back.
"Godric…"
"Shh, my love," he hushed her, nipping at her earlobe, his finger tips slowly drawing up her ribcage, every so slightly brushing along the side of her breast. She moaned once more, her back arcing right into his touch. "Tonight you are…"
Godric froze as he felt another presence in the hotel room.
Eric was waking.
He was off of her faster than she could blink, planting himself on the other side of the room. Mackenzie shot up into a sitting position in surprise, her eyes shooting him a questioning glance. She was still breathing heavily as she began to rise off the couch, but Godric's stern stare stopped her in place.
"Godric?"
He shook his head however, bringing a finger to his lips the moment Mackenzie's bedroom door opened. Her eyes grew wide as she twisted around on the couch, her guardian stepping out of the room as he tried to fix his hair.
"What?" Eric stopped in his tracks, frowning as he gazed between Mackenzie and Godric. He searched the bond he shared with his maker, but was frustrated to find that Godric was still closed off from him. "What's going on?"
"Nothing!" Mackenzie squeaked, the panic beginning to settle in again.
Godric, however, masked the disappointment in his orbs and stepped forward to assure his child all was well. Eric, however, was not an idiot. He knew Mackenzie well enough to know exactly what was wrong with the girl.
"You had another god damn dream, didn't you?" he growled, his eyes narrowing into slits.
She cowered on the couch, hiding her face in her hands in embarrassment. "Godric had one too."
Godric cursed under his breath. This was the last thing Eric needed to know.
"What!" Eric roared, turning to face his maker in outrage. "Tell me you didn't."
"Eric, if you'd only allow me to…"
"Please, do explain," his tone was cold. "Explain to me why exactly you are having dreams about my fucking daughter."
A sob of mortification sounded from Mackenzie, but was ignored by the blonde vampire as he took a step towards his maker. It hadn't been enough that Mackenzie was having these dreams about his maker? It hadn't been enough that Godric was enjoying them? Now his own maker was having dreams of his daughter? Eric was furious. He was seeing red. All he wished to do was rip Godric's head from his shoulders. His anger was blinding him as he took a menacing step forward. He didn't care that this was his maker at all. He simply wanted to rip him apart, piece-by-piece, for the mere thoughts he was having concerning Mackenzie.
He never had the opportunity, however, as the hotel room door suddenly swung open. Both Eric and Godric bared their fangs as the intruder stepped into the room, only to calm at the sight of Pam.
"We have a problem," Pam's orbs darted around the room, taking in both her maker and Godric before falling on Mackenzie. "What the hell happened in here?"
"Nothing," Eric hissed, shooting a glare at his maker before focusing on his child. "What is it, Pamela?"
Pam raised an eyebrow as she glanced behind her and into the hall worriedly. "The queen bitch is here."
Eric's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before realization dawned. "Flanagan."
"The one and only. And she's not alone."
"She's likely here because of what occurred at the fellowship," Godric sighed, glancing at Mackenzie's form. "Eric, if she see's Mackenzie…"
A low growl sounded from hi child. "They will not take her from me." Eric appeared beside the couch in only a blink of an eye, grabbing onto Mackenzie's arm and yanking her to her feet. "You need to take her, Pam."
"Take her?" Pam's eyebrows furrowed. "Take her where exactly?"
"I don't care, Pamela, anywhere. Just get her out of Dallas."
"Eric…" Mackenzie's small voice called out to her guardian. In that moment, her and Godric's dream was forgotten. The kiss they shared, the much more that they had shared, it was thrown out the window as she saw the fear in Eric's orbs. "I don't want to go."
He sighed as he gingerly cupped her cheeks, leaning forward and brushing his lips across her forehead. "I need you to do this for me, Mackenzie. Please. I won't let them take you away from me."
"But you promised," she grasped onto his arm like her life depended on it. "You promised you wouldn't send me away. You said that we could all go home."
His expression crumbled as he saw the tears beginning to form. "It won't be for long, I swear that to you. I just need you out of Dallas now. I'll come for you the first chance that I can."
"Please, Eric…"
"I nearly lost you once, Mackenzie," he was pleading with her now. "I cannot let the Authority take you too. Do this for me, please. This one last thing and then I will never ask anything of you again. But please, Mackenzie, do this for me."
She risked a glance at Godric, but his gaze had fallen to the floor. Pam too wouldn't look at her and her heart broke. She didn't want to run off again. It hadn't helped the last time, after all. But seeing the pained look on Eric's face, hearing his pleading tone, she couldn't refuse him.
"Promise it won't be for long,"
He tugged her against him, wrapping his arms around her form tightly. He wouldn't be able to survive with her away from him for too long. He realized that now. She was his daughter; she belonged at his side and he was not going to let a single being – alive or dead – take that from him. "It won't be for long, Mackenzie. I promise."
Pam nervously glanced between her maker and Mackenzie and the hallway. "If we're going to do this, we need to leave now."
Eric nodded as he pulled himself away from Mackenzie, setting another kiss on the top of her head. Before he could nudge her towards Pam, however, a voice interrupted them.
"Oh you're not going anywhere."
Hisses sounded in the room as Nan Flanagan came sauntering through the door, flanked at each side by vampire guards. Mackenzie's eyes grew at the sight of the guns, her hand gripping onto Eric tightly. He immediately shuffled the teen behind him as he bared his fangs. He never liked this bitch in the past, and the thought that she may take Mackenzie from him caused his dislike to grow.
"Move it, Blondie," Nan sent Pam a scathing glare.
Pam narrowed her eyes, her fangs extending with a click before she appeared beside her maker. She sent a glance over her shoulder to where Mackenzie was standing and offered the tiniest smile in assurance. It was forced, however, knowing full well that they were not going to be getting out of this situation as easily as they had with the fellowship.
They were dealing with the Authority now.
"You two really fucked up this time," Nan's orbs swept across the room before falling on Mackenzie. "And this little bitch is supposed to be dead."
Eric growled, hiding Mackenzie behind his form with a fire burning in his glare. "You will not even look at her."
Nan only snorted at his reaction before waving her vampire guards further into the room. "Guards, silver them."
Mackenzie yelped in surprise as vampires suddenly appeared around them, circling them like predators in the wild. Her grasp on her guardian tightened as one vampire began to grow closer to them, silver chains wrapped around their gloved hands.
"And her," Nan appeared behind her, grasping onto the back of her neck and yanking her away from Eric and Pam. "The Authority wants her alive. For now."
She was thrown backwards, right into the arms of one of Nan's guards, holding her in place with an iron grip as Mackenzie tried to break free. Eric took a menacing step forward, crouching as he readied himself to attack. Before he was able to, however, silver was wrapped around his neck, forcing him to the ground. Pam leapt forward to help her maker, but a silver net was thrown over her form. She crumbled to the ground as cries of pain escaped her lips. Only Godric remained standing, his gaze moving from Eric and Pam before resting on the frightened Mackenzie. His orbs turned black as he appeared behind the vampire holding the teen captive, his hands coming to either side of their head before ripping it right from the vampire's shoulders with one swift movement. Mackenzie screamed as blood splattered everywhere, covering them from head to toe.
"You will not touch her," he growled to the vampires slowly approaching them. He grasped onto Mackenzie, pulling her to his side as he bared his fangs. "She. Is. Mine."