A/N: Amazing Reviews as always. Chapter four isn't as long, but we have some cheeky plotting between our two vampires which is fun!

Disclaimer: I do not own True blood; I just borrowed the characters for a bit of fun!

Chapter Four
Sharing of Affection

Godric figured that the emotional turmoil of revealing what was clearly a painful part of her past as well as his attempted suicide had finally taken its toll on the small telepaths body. He would need to re-familiarise himself with the needs which had been forced upon humans if he intended to further integrate himself into her life. He did not appreciate being caught off guard.

Before he had even reached the hotel room where he knew his childe was residing, he had heard her breathing even out until she had fallen asleep in his arms.

So trusting…

Her feeling comfortable enough in his presence to allow her defences to lower as she had; it both stunned and delighted him. He was not used to being trusted so unconditionally by any being with the exception of his childe.

The realisation both pleased him and concerned him.

He had gotten so used to both vampires and humans alike fearing him, his age and inhumanity alone instilling discomfort in the majority of people he had come across. So for this young female, somehow of the Fae consent as well, to feel comfortable enough to allow her defences down in his arms…

The feeling was indescribable.

Being feared wasn't a bad trait to have, it only furthering his life span by many. Vampires did not wish to pick fights with others with his age, the rumour of him being 2,000 years old only partly true in many aspects. He wasn't one to brag, never had been, and yet word of mouth had made him one of the most feared people in the world concerning his race.

It allowed him to live his life in peace. Only a few had attempted to kill him, all of which had failed before they had laid a single touch on his pale skin.

He had only partially enjoyed killing them.

And yet her trusting nature made her vulnerable when it came to those of an untrusting nature. Clearly a female of forgiveness and second chances, both he and Eric would be forced to watch who she allowed herself to be around in case their motives were not of the positive side.

She would be protected.

The Fae were not known to be trusting beings, their manipulative and intellectual nature making them tricky creatures when it came to being in their presence. He held no opinion on it, not when his own kind displayed the exact same faults, perhaps more bloodthirsty considering their diet.

They were more alike than either side cared to admit.

It wasn't personal, there had been conflict for as far back as he could remember. Which side began the feud would forever stay undetermined. There was far too much history between the two races for there to ever be a solid ground between them. But there was always hope, especially if the Fae race had survived instead of perished like it was commonly believed.

Tightening his hold on her just slightly he made his way towards where he knew his childe was suffering in emotional agony. He sighed at the reminder of the distress he had unintentionally inflicted upon his childe. It had unsettled him to feel such emotional angst when he knew the Viking was never one to broadcast such emotion. While the elder vampire wished for nothing more than to die for the day, he knew it would be unnecessarily cruel for him not to tell his childe that he had not yet met the sun.

Losing one's maker for a childe that respected said maker was not something that could be swept under the rug. It was a traumatic experience that could be disastrous to the childe. He would have never even considered the possibility of leaving had he not held the belief that Eric would be able to handle eternity without him. However, Eric needed to be made aware of his presence before he too died for the day.

He would not be cruel enough to prolong his torture.

Locating Eric's hotel room was effortless with the ability to connect successfully with the maker childe bond. It took mere seconds to appear in front of the door, it barely being a surprise that it was one of the most extravagant options that the hotel provided.

Eric did enjoy his luxuries, clearly something's never changed.

He didn't knock. Eric was his childe, his creation, he saw no need to.

Not immediately sensing his makers' presence, he dismissed ideas of scolding his childe for his lack of awareness. He was to blame; he could not inflict disappointment when he was aware that Eric was already experiencing enough regret for the both of them.

Now was not the time for judgement.

Godric observed Eric as he sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless. Blood stained his cheeks, smeared tears smudged against the paleness of his skin. He looked defeated, and Godric's expression softened as he simply stood there, watching his normally strong and resilient childe in pain.

It was not a pleasing sight in the least.

It did not suit his Viking in the slightest.

Perhaps he should not have ordered him away, but he could not bear for his Viking to meet the sun when he knew full well that Eric was destined for so much in the modern world. To throw his life away was not what Godric desired nor intended with his decision. He had seen no other option than to order his childe away.

Changing Eric had been the right choice, one that he had never regretted since the moment his fangs had slid into his soft and relenting human skin of his jugular.

Eric had been destined for this life.

He had been born for it.

As a maker with a childe of such an impressive age he had been questioned multiple times over the years, younger vampires pleading for help when it came to the guidance and rules they inflicted upon their childe. It made him disappointed at the fact a human had clearly lost their humanity, and yet hadn't managed to adapt to the life of a vampire.

He had discovered very early on that it wasn't a life many could successfully cope with.

The maker may blame the childe, yet had it not been for the maker the situation would not have arouse. Many had lost their lives because a vampire had been unprepared for the responsibility that came with transforming the warm blooded into a vampire.

They would need consistent guidance for years before the strings could be somewhat cut.

"Eric," Godric kept his voice low, not wishing to disturb Sookie.

Eric's head snapped up at the mention of his name, shock and relief present on his face for all to see as he was instantly on his knees in front of his maker, their shared bond flowing with pure love and satisfaction. For a vampire who denied feeling anything similar to emotions, the bond was over flowing with positive relief.

So stubborn,

"Godric," he sighed. "Please tell me that you have changed your mind? That you do not wish to meet the sun?" he pleaded.

"For now I will remain," he replied simply. Not much more needed to be said. Sunrise was approaching. "I confess that I had braced myself to truly burn until it seems it was fates time to intervene. I am not one to question destiny."

Gesturing to the sleeping woman safely encased in his arms Eric's blood rimmed eyes widened just slightly, shocked that the telepath had managed to convince his maker to stay alive when he himself had failed.

He was truly in her debt.

Deciding to pursue Sookie had been on the forefront of his mind since he had first laid eyes on the beauty that was Stackhouse. Her skin glowing, dressed in soft white and extruding innocence and tenderness, had immediately caught his eye. He doubted she was even aware of the attention she had gathered from her simple entrance into his club. She had captured every vampire's attention in the room. However, it wasn't until as of late that he had been thinking of taking her as a companion seriously.

Her body was what had caught his interest in the beginning. Her incredible tits invoking various thoughts of pillaging her, of taking her to his bed and showing her exactly what she had been missing out on in her sexless years.

She had refused.

Her refusal had only reinforced those desires. Her later confession of being a telepath was too good of an opportunity to allow her to slip through his fingers, her ability to read human minds an incredible trait even the most humane vampire in the world would desire to exploit.

She should not have taken it personally. Business was business.

He still wanted her, just as badly, if not more so because of it.

But now, now she had seen him at his weakness. No longer would he be able to elicit the same level of fear within her when she had seen him at his lowest. It was hard to fear a vampire you had seen mentally break down in front of you. It made him cringe, that it had been a human who had seen him at his very weakest.

Pathetic!

However, it was worth the shame when the result had been her doing him the great honour of somehow giving his maker a reason to continue to roam this earth with him, something he himself had failed at. He had known Sookie was special, even without her useful ability, but he now found it impossible not to see her in a new light.

She now seemed to mean so much more than simply an asset he wished to bed and use to his own advantages. Her worth extended to so much more than he had anticipated.

"What did she say to make you change your mind?"

He wanted to know what she had spoken of that he had been unable to portray to his maker in order to make him reconsider.

Entering the room, Godric allowed himself to sigh. It was clearly killing his childe not knowing. The slight click of the doors locking system, barely audible to human ease yet so perfectly sharp to his, broke his eye contact with his childe as Eric's gaze fell to the beauty in his arms.

Still, he took a moment to appreciate the security of the hotel itself. It would not be good business if they did not do everything in their power to protect their guests when they were dead for the day.

Walking towards the king sized bed where Eric was perched on the edge, Godric carefully lowered the angel in his arms towards the soft sheets, careful not to shift her enough to wake her from the light sleep she had drifted into.

"How close are you to her, Eric?"

Soft eyes flickered towards the Viking in question. He hoped his childe knew better than to lie to him. Eric didn't hesitate with his answer; still on edge after only moments ago having thought his maker to be anticipating death.

"I desire her, for both her body and her gift."

"And about her as a person?" Godric pushed. "Do you desire her as a companion, or simply a human to warm your bed?" Either way, he would be pursing Sookie.

Eric frowned, his eyes trailing over Sookie's feminine figure as she lay curled up, her form dwarfed by the sheer size of his bed. He was unable to not notice how delectable she looked, simply laying there without a fear in the world on her smooth and gentle sleep laced features.

She looked so innocent, young, and his possessive side rumbled at the fact it was his bed she was resting on.

"She…I would miss her if she died" he struggled to put his feelings into words. Had it been anyone other than his maker asking, he would have refused to answer altogether.

"Do you love her?"

Eric's eyes narrowed. "Do not use words that I do not understand."

He vaguely recalled saying something similar to Sookie when she had questioned his relationship with Godric at the Church. He did of course, love and adore his maker, but he was not taught to display weakness. Godric meant so much more than the human emotion of love, it felt incorrect to describe it as such.

Godric wasn't so easily swayed. He did not fear his childe, and he knew it was partly his wrong doing that had taught Eric that feeling anything similar to love was not good in terms of survival. It had been his belief at the time, but age had changed many of his views.

Perhaps now he was staying, he could try and undo some of his wrong teachings. Times were different now; presenting a human front wasn't necessarily such a bad thing.

Godric looked down upon Sookie with a soft expression. "She means more to you than that, Eric, so do not try and deceive me. Not even she is aware of how special she is, and she needs to be both treasured and protected."

Eric read the underlining message in his maker's words loud and clear. "You want her?"

"I do."

Godric didn't seem to have anything against admitting that he did indeed wish for Sookie to be his. It was not her gift that had him wanting her as a life companion, nor her incredibly feminine body that had him wishing for her to be there when he awoke from the sun, but she had to have the purest soul he had ever come across.

She was breathtakingly, both on the outside and in the inside.

It was impossible for him not to want her.

"Does that bother you?" Godric tilted his head to the side.

Eric asked himself; did it bother him?

Anyone other than his maker would have had him instantly staking his claim on Sookie, daring for anyone to try and argue as such. He was possessive and stubborn by nature, and Compton may have her now but there was clearly trouble in paradise. He had planned to wait it out, perhaps now was the time to reorganise his thoughts. He may not be the oldest vampire in existence, but he was one of the most skilled and feared among his race.

Yet, this was Godric he was speaking of.

"It does not," Eric relented. "Though it does concern me that you wish to keep her for yourself," he admitted.

Godric's lips curved. "You wish to share her."

It was unsurprising. His childe was unconventional when it came to matters of the heart, sharing a lover was not a new practice for either of them. However, companionship wise it was very much a first.

It was not unheard of for vampires to share a human; however, it was not commonly associated with long term companions. Godric had no doubt that once he had experienced Sookie intimately, he would not be able to allow her to leave.

She would be his.

Theirs!

"The thought has crossed my mind," Eric confessed. "Would you be against the idea?"

"No," Godric didn't hesitate. "You are my childe, Eric, my creation. Jealously and possessiveness would not factor into the equation considering how tightly we are bound."

"And the sex?" Eric smirked, showing fang.

Godric chuckled lowly. "Sex would merely be a perk to the agreement; however, I have not been as attracted to a woman as much as I am to Miss Stackhouse. I am positive we will have no issues in that department."

Giving his maker a shark like grin, Eric flashed to the bathroom before retuning with a damp cloth. His blood was staring to dry and crisp on his skin. The physical evidence of his moment of weakness was unsettling; something he wished to rid himself of as efficiently as possible.

He was relieved only his maker and Sookie had been there to witness it.

"There is nothing wrong with having a healthy sexual appetite, Godric" he teased, knowing full well that his probably went above and beyond. He very much enjoyed the femininity that came with a woman's body, there was no shame in enjoying the pleasurable delights of life.

Godric nodded before his lips pursed. "And you know that by entering into a commitment with her you will be loyal, yes? I have known her mere hours and yet I come to understand she is not a female who would agree on anything other than monogamy."

He may not know Sookie well, but he had gathered immediately that she was not a woman who would be willing to share her partner with anyone other than her lover. He respected that, he would wish for the same after all in regards to Sookie, but he needed to make Eric aware that it would not be something he could simply change his mind on if they were to pursue this, pursue her.

If he wanted a deeper connected with the telepath, other females would be completely out of the equation. There were no room for mistakes.

Eric rolled his eyes. "It's just sex."

Godric's eyes narrowed. "If that was the case, you would not feel betrayed if she took another companion other than you or myself to her bed?"

Eric growled, disliking the idea immensely. "She is MINE!"

"And yet you claim it will be nothing more than sex. You cannot have it both ways my childe, it will be hard enough convincing her that taking two lovers is not sinful in any way, without her having to concern herself with the idea of you bedding multiple women behind her back." Godric cut in smoothly. "It is obvious she has barely been touched."

It had been a very surprisingly revelation that she was still a virgin. She was a very attractive woman in her mid-twenties, and yet Compton's scent was barely present on her sun-kissed skin. He would be able to gather if she had been penetrated, and yet she was as innocent as the purity of her soul.

He held no complaints, yet his curiosity on the issue was peaked.

"She was a virgin when she first entered my club." It was hard not to remember the first taste he had experienced of her scent. He had never come across something so appetising. "Compton was possessive, yet I could barely detect his scent on her."

"Then we will look after her. We will be grateful to have such a gift. If we are to pursue her, then you will be loyal, Eric."

Godric would allow no exceptions, no mistakes or infidelity when it came down to Sookie. It would be a relief if they could get her to agree to take them both on. She came from a clearly religious background and it would be frowned upon by many, and yet so would being in a relationship with a single vampire. Godric could only hope she came to not only accept the idea, but enjoy it. She clearly held nothing against dating his kind, not to mention she must have heard many negative things in her life and developed a thick skin.

"I doubt I will desire another lover if I had her in my bed, Godric."

He had a feeling she was going to be plenty enough for the both of them.

So Eric and Godric are plotting. Naughty vampires!

I also decided to make Sookie a virgin in this. I kind of wanted to explore the whole exploration of Sookie losing her virginity to two very delectable vampires. Cannot wait for that scene!

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