A/N: I hadn't expected the sheer number of brilliant reviews I received, so I want to thank everyone who took the time to leave me a note. Hope you enjoy the next chapter, I found it just as enjoyable to write as the first.

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Chapter Two
Childhood Confessions

Dawn was close.

Sookie pushed Bill to the back recesses of her mind as she approached the roof, her fingers trailing against the cool rails of the fire escape. Godric's admission had seen to Eric rushing after his maker, his expression having been a picture of pain as his features were longer so closely guarded. Whether her presence was going to be welcomed or rejected was still undetermined, but she had to try.

She wanted to curse Bill for putting the insecurity into her head. The last thing she wanted was to intrude on what she knew was an extremely private moment between maker and childe. Godric could very well tell her to get her sweet southern booty out of there, and while she would understand if that was his request, she silently prayed that would not be the case.

While she took no pleasure in death, she would gladly keep him company until the very end, even if every fibre in her body rebelled against the idea of him ending his existence.

If being alone was what he desired rather than her company, then she would respect that, but at least she could sooth herself – and hopefully Eric - with the fact she had tried, that she had shown the youthful looking vampire that a human did actually care about him, even if she was insignificant in comparison to the entire human population.

It was the right thing to do.

Gran would have been proud.

She didn't want Godric's reasoning for meeting the sun to be the opinion some humans held towards vampires. She had been brought up religious, and yet her views and beliefs couldn't be more different from the Fellowship of the Sun and what they preached.

There will always be hatred in the world, but helping change another's opinion is one step closer to making the world a better place.

Reaching the rooftop she stifled a gasp at the sight which greeted her. The beginnings of sunrise were beginning to make an appearance in the gradual lightening of the sky, once again reminding her of the time limit they all faced. It would have been a beautiful view had it not been for the situation she had found herself in, what should have been magical turned soul buy Godric's impending death.

It made her wonder what was going through Godric's mind as he prepared to end it all.

Was he scared?

Worried?

Resentful?

…or was he at peace with himself, with his chosen decision?

The sight in front of her filled her with a deep sense of sadness that it surprised her. From how Eric had bent down on one knee in an almost submissive stance in front of his maker, the boy who had guided him through his vampire life. It was at that exact moment that she finally understood the true connection between the two. Eric may have told her that he did not understand love, but what he felt for his maker clearly went deeper than even that. You would have to be both blind and heartless not to see the love and affection the two held for each other.

It was heartbreakingly beautiful.

Feeling a light breeze begin to pick up, the few wisps of hair which had escaped from her pony-tail began to lightly curl around her face. Seeing this side of Eric, a side she had no doubt only a very select view had seen, fully showed her just how much Eric was preparing himself to lose.

She wouldn't wish this on anyone, not even Eric.

She had seen him angry. She had unfortunately witnessed him physically kill in front of her, as well as experiencing first-hand his dirty mind and his obvious intention to bed her without the responsibly of allowing himself to care about her more than her being there to warm his sheets and provide him with her disability…

…but seeing him let his defences down for the first time, to look so physically lost - it was a complete shock to her system, one she had not prepared herself for. It wasn't until that moment she realised there was a lot more to the Viking than meet the eye.

This much softer, less vicious side of him, she hated to admit it but it had her rethinking her previous intention to completely try and avoid him on their return to Bon Temps.

While Eric may need comforting, sunrise was rapidly approaching, and Godric was her priority.

"Two thousand years is enough."

Sookie wanted to weep at the obvious torment in his tone. He sounded defeated, as if he had given up on life itself. It was unsettling, especially considering it was only hours ago he had killed a man for her, spared her life so she could survive.

How was it possible for a man with such good intentions to feel as if the world would be better off without him? On the contrary, there needed to me more people like him in existence.

"I cannot accept this. It's insanity!"

"Our existence is insanity. We don't belong here."

"But we are here!" Eric shouted.

He was reflecting to anger, Sookie realised. He was in pain, and while his desperate attempts not to let it show were visible rather than hidden, it was clear he was reverting to anger as a copying mechanism. She had known him long enough that it would not be long before he broke down completely, unable to control the tight reign he had kept on his emotions.

She felt as if she was intruding on a private moment between maker and childe.

And yet, she couldn't bring herself to step away.

Godric spoke as if Eric's anger was nothing, as if it was expected. "It is not right. We're not right."

"You told me there was no right and wrong. Only survival, or death."

Eric was getting desperate. Sookie didn't doubt that it wouldn't be long until he resorted to pleading. She felt no satisfaction over witnessing the usual spiteful Viking being reduced to tears; it only tugged at her heart strings enough for her own eyes to gloss over with tears of sympathy.

She hurriedly blinked them away.

"I told a lie, as it turns out. "

"I will keep you alive by force!" Eric demanded.

While Sookie didn't believe this to be a possibility, not with Godric' age more than double that of Eric's, she also knew it would not be what Godric would want.

Not like this.

Still, she had steeled herself to try and talk the elder vampire out of meeting the sun and she was not going to break her own word. She could not let him leave without making sure he was aware that he would be missed by more than Eric, that even a human by herself would grieve his departure.

"Even if you could, why would you be so cruel?"

Pain weaved through every word, enough so that it left her struggling back the urge to shout out, to tell him that there wasn't just cruelty in the world, but love and forgiveness and peace. But she kept her lips pursed, this was Eric's moment with his maker and she would not ruin it.

She had intruded enough.

Unable to understand the language they had resorted to speaking, Sookie swallowed loudly as she saw Eric literally break down in front of her. Whatever they had been discussing, Eric finally seemed to realise how little effect his pleas had to the older vampire. Rivers of blood dripped down his pale and strong cheek bones as he bowed his head, trying to conceal the pain while unable to look away from his maker.

It was physically painful to watch.

Godric may wish to meet the sun, but Sookie could see it as clear as day that it was the thought of abandoning Eric that had him hesitating to spill the absolute truth behind his reasoning. Eric had taken to immortality like it was his destiny, she didn't doubt that Godric was willing to leave with the knowledge that his childe would live on for greatness.

He clearly did not wish to send his childe after him.

Oh gosh…

Sookie inhaled deeply as she watched the vampire she had only known as strong and vicious fall to his knees once again as he literally begged for his maker to stay with him.

She fought the urge to shield herself, not wishing to hurt her heart further. It was mainly the fact she knew the pain she was feeling herself was not even a tenth of what Eric must be experiencing that kept her from being a coward and walking away.

She would never forgive herself.

She would be here for Godric, and then if Eric accepted her gentle touch she would comfort him the same. Losing someone you loved was painful; it was a time where no one should have to suffer alone.

Godric stared down at his childe, speaking softly as if soothing a wild horse. "Let me go."

"I won't let you die alone," Eric glanced upwards, shocking Sookie. Here this vampire, who proclaimed that he did not love, was willing to die for his maker in order to bring him comfort. He was willing to meet the sun, to end the life he lived viciously through, to save his maker the sensation of dying alone.

Seeing Eric like this, so free with his emotions, seemed to affect her just as much as Godric's impending death.

What was going on with her that was making her so emotional?

"Yes you will. As your maker," Sookie watched as Godric paused, swallowing as if his next words were to leave a vile taste in his mouth, "I command you."

It was almost surreal in the way Eric rose stiffly to his feet, walking towards her as if he had no choice but to obey. For all she knew about the childe maker bond that could very well be the case, because she couldn't imagine that Eric would simply stand by and allow his maker to die without putting up more of a fight.

Or could he feel physically feel Godric's pain?

To have such a connection with someone…She found it hard to decide whether it would be incredible to be so intimate with another, or scary to be so linked. Bill's unwillingness to share any concept on the intimate bond between two vampires left her unknowledgeable; having learnt more from Eric's few snippy comments than in her entire relationship with Bill.

Bill's refusal to speak of his maker, even mentioning their name, left a bad taste in her mouth. If a relationship was based on truth, trust and sharing, than hers and Bills were sorely lacking in all three aspects.

Maybe Bill wasn't her soul-mate. It certainly didn't feel like it at the moment. Instead of wishing to seek out his comfort, she had walked away from the civil war vampire.

"I'll stay with him, as long as it takes."

And she would.

Sookie kept her tone soft as Eric walked past her, still not entirely sure whether her presence was welcome or not. She didn't want to rock the boat and make her being there more of a nuisance, an insult, then what she was trying to achieve.

She wanted to help, not to make things worse.

She didn't expect a reply and she didn't get one. The poor bloke looked as if he had been through a shredder as he simply gave her a slight nod of his head before heading out of view, rivers of tears still trailing down his cheeks as he bowed his head against his chest.

He looked defeated.

The sound of her heels against the concrete floor of the roof was the only sound for a few long minutes as she made her way towards Godric. She paused a few inches away, hesitant about invading his personal space. Bill had informed her repeatedly that she tended to be over friendly with vampires from time to time, forgetting that they did not view human gestures the same as she did. She didn't want to risk offending Godric if he turned out to be objective to her touch, however kind her intention was. If she was planning to either walk off this roof with him or keep him company until the very end, she didn't want to overstay her welcome before he had fully thought about what his decision truly entailed.

There would be consequences. That she was sure of.

Knowing she couldn't rush such a delicate matter, she was also very much aware of the time limit which had been forced upon her. She had less than an hour before the sun rose, and she would no longer be able to try and convince him that giving life another chance was the right path to go down, that he was simply lost and needed to simply discover another reason why living was the right choice to make.

She could only hope that he listened to her, that he saw her opinion as valuable.

"It won't take long," Godric finally broke the silence. "Not at my age."

Sookie resisted the urge to ask him just how old he actually was. From how he moved, spoke and thought she knew he wasn't simply a few decades older than Eric. However, she was very much aware of the fact that now was certainly not the time for such a personal question. Right at that moment it didn't matter, it was irrelevant.

"You know it wasn't very smart, the Fellowship of the Sun part" she had to point out.

He closed his eyes briefly. "I know. I thought I might fix everything, somehow. But I do not think like a vampire anymore." Godric sighed, turning to face her with a question at his lips, "do you believe in God?"

The question surprised her, but she answered truthfully. "Yes."

Sookie was relieved that it seemed to bring him comfort as he turned to face her fully. He didn't look at her like she was foolish to have such beliefs like Eric had done many times before when matters of her religion were brought into question, he looked at her as if he was glad that she felt as she did.

It was a refreshing change, not to be judged.

"If you're right; how will he punish me?"

"Oh," she breathed. He was so damaged, so defeated. "God doesn't punish," unless your people like the Newlins' who would pay for their sins where their souls were cast to the pits of Hell, "God forgives."

And she genuinely believed such a thing.

What would be the point in having a belief when you had to abide by the fear that God would punish you if you misplaced a step? No, God forgave rather than punished she believed. Her Gran had felt the exact same when it came to matters of the heart and religion. Her faith had gotten her through many touch times in her life.

"I don't deserve it," he confessed, "but I hope for it."

Sookie felt her lips purse, her eyes threatening to once again water. Hurriedly she blinked them away. Now was not the time for her to appear tearful. Godric needed to see that she wasn't weak, that she genuinely believed in what she was about to say to him.

"Why do you not believe you deserve it?"

Godric looked slightly taken aback that she was asking such a question, but she couldn't bring herself to take it back. She wanted to know, she needed to understand what train of thought was making him believe he didn't deserve the forgiveness she knew would be freely offered.

"I have killed and hurt so many, min angel" he looked pained as he spoke. "Brought suffering to many who have deserved it, but also to many who have not. I do not deserve to be given mercy, even if it is what I hope for."

Sookie shook her head. "No. You cannot carry all of that guilt, Godric. You have a kind soul; I can see that you are not a bad person. You may have wronged in the past, but you recognise that, it means that you are able to move forward."

"I wish that was true, min angel. But I am not meant to be on this earth, I do not belong."

Sookie only hesitated for a second before she sighed, biting her lip as she finally allowed a tear to drip down her chilled cheeks as she made the choice that she would have to open up her own closed wounds in order to try and make Godric see that he wasn't the only one who believed their didn't belong.

He was not alone.

It wasn't as if she had never thought about why she was like how she was, wondering if God had made a mistake when it came to her creation or whether she had been given the ability to read others minds as a gift of some kind, like Eric was constantly trying to tell her.

It left her feeling constantly conflicted, confused and out of place.

No, Godric was not the only one who consistently questioned their belonging.

"If God did not wish for you to be on this earth, Godric, than you wouldn't be" she spoke softly. "I have to be able to believe that to be true, because if not why am cursed with such a disability if there is no reasoning behind it?"

"And what disability do you have, min angel?" Godric looked at her softly.

Mental disorders and physical wounds he could not scent on her, only the slight aroma of something he had not scented in centuries. It forced him to do a double take, wondering whether his sense of smell had deceived him.

No…it couldn't be…could it?

"When I was younger, a child, my uncle took a very unhealthy obsession in me. He frequently told me that I looked as if I had come from the heavens, that my beauty matched no other, that I was born into such a pretty form in order to reward him for his good deeds."

Godric's expression grew stormy as he realised where this conversation was going. Sookie didn't relent, forcing herself to continue.

"I was told frequently as a child that I was freak, that God had made a mistake when he created me. It was only Gran that restored my faith, my parents feared me enough that I was barely touched or comforted before their deaths, and children could be so cruel. Everyone were oblivious of Uncle Bartlett's unnatural interest in me, but it wasn't until they died that he grew more confident and bold in his 'gestures'" she cringed at the term of phrase.

It had been so long since she had spoken of this. Since Bill's actions after she confessed, she had refused to speak of it again until now. She still had been unable to forgive him for betraying her trust as he had. He may have been under the impression that what he had done was the right thing to do, but it was hard not to see it as selfish on his part. The last thing she wished for was people to die because of her, and his murdering of Bartlett would forever be on her conscious, whether or not he was a cruel man was irrelevant.

If God had felt it necessary to take away his life, he would have done so. What Bill had done wasn't right.

"I managed to gain the courage to tell Gran when his thoughts took a turn for the worst; it was hard not to put together his plans, even with my childhood concept of being that intimate with another. He would frequently make me sit on his lap as he played with the hem of my skirt," Sookie clenched her eyes shut but forced herself to continue, "I told Gran when he was no longer satisfied with touching me and wanted more, what he thought was…vile!" she spat.

Sookie may not be one who wished hell upon another, but Bartlett had been an exception. She recalled frequent occurrences where she would find herself praying for his life to be taken, yet she had been a child, she had simply wanted it to stop.

Godric buzzed in front of her. She didn't flinch. "You said you heard him?" he spoke gently. She nodded, biting her lip. It took a millisecond for Godric to interpret what she was implying. "I cannot bring myself to imagine what you must have been forced to occur as a child, to be subjected to a man's degrading thoughts, you are to special for such a thing."

Sookie opened her eyes. Even through her blurry vision she could see the angry present in his stormy coloured eyes. She could only hope that by sharing the lowest point in life, that he would somehow relate enough to walk off the rooftop with her, alive.

"My Gran ran him off and never spoke to him again," she choked out.

Godric nodded. "Then she adored you, clearly. Anything less would have been unacceptable."

Sookie shrugged. "I guess," she sniffed.

"No," Godric gently moved to cup her chin, carefully lifting it so he could stare into her shiny blue eyes. How could a man abuse her in such a manner? He had not objected to his childe's obvious interest in her, not when he gazed upon what he hoped would result in such a beautiful thing. While he may refer to himself as a monster, children and rape had never been instinctual to him personally. He had never been that much of a monster, even if he had too experienced such abuse at the hands of his own maker.

He would never wish such a negative experience upon another, and to know that the incredibly special blonde standing in front of him could relate…

Humans clearly did not know how to treat someone so special.

The younger vampires nowadays had no idea of just how lenient they had it. Even the most sadistic makers were children compared to some he had come across on his earlier travels.

"You were vulnerable, and he took advantage of that."

It had taken him a mere fraction of a second for his mind to have processed her implication regarding his Uncle. He was also under the impression that her perverted Uncle had threatened her in some manner into keeping quiet, but thoughts of him fully violating her had clearly forced her to take a risk of being rejected or turned away.

She was an amazing person to have suffered such a thing and yet was still the kind person she clearly was. He had witnessed it turn even the gentlest of people into sadistic creatures.

"Is this man still living?"

Sookie shook her head, more tears falling. "No, Bill killed him behind my back."

It was clear she was not ok with what this Bill had done, but he could not bring himself to relate. He did not fully trust the young vampire's motives, but he would not lie and say he would not have done the exact same. The vile human would have suffered a worse fate then Hell would have subjected him to.

He had learned, improved and developed many skills over the years, torture was child's play.

Stepping closer Godric couldn't resist the urge not to breath in her scent, it feeling as if it wrapped around him like a comforting embrace. He still had not released her chin, his fingers gently resting against her soft as silk skin which felt as if it was as delicate as her beauty.

He no longer knew what to do, nor which path was the correct one to take.

Admittedly, I got slightly carried away with the chapter considering it started off around 2,000 words instead of over 4,000, but hopefully no complaints :)

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