After talking for awhile, Sookie and Godric went downstairs, and were greeted by the entirety of Godric's nest.
"We need to finish what we began upstairs," Sookie whispered to Godric. "You still owe me answers about why you were in that basement."
Godric simply nodded his head in agreement, and went off to greet his guests.
"What's going on?" Eric asked Sookie, looking at her concerned.
"Nothing you should worry about, Eric. Thank you. For everything. For sacrificing yourself for me," Sookie said, touching his arm gently.
"Sookie, you know I have...feelings...for you, right?" Eric asked, feeling like a blubbering human. Eric Northman was not usually soft.
"I know. But right now, it isn't a good time. There's too many things going on. I can't be distracted by anything like that. Something is going on. I can feel it," Sookie said, turning around.
"Come on, Sookie. You've only got another good 500 years in you. You're already over 2000—enjoy what you can now," Eric said, deciding to play on that emotion.
"Yes, I realize that my time will draw to an end soon. And I might sleep with you. I might not," Sookie said, unsurprised at the direction he was going. She walked away, and decided to explore Godric's home. He must have recently bought it. She perused the bedrooms and bathrooms, just observing all of Godric's things. She smiled when she went back to his bedroom, and saw all of the pictures he had framed. There were pictures of him and her, him and Eric, and all three of them together. Sookie couldn't even begin to imagine where he had gotten the photos from.
She was just reaching the bottom of the stairs to the living room when she heard it.
"GET DOWN!" Sookie screamed, and every vampire in the room did as she said immediately. She felt two bodies crush her, and then she felt the heat from the blast. It was burning hot and the sound was deafening. "Stay down," she whispered, knowing that the vampires would be able to hear her. She waited for the gunshots she knew were coming. When everything was over, most of the vampires got up to chase the assailants.
Sookie pushed the vampires from on top of her, and realized that it was Godric and Eric who shielded her from the blast. Looking at their unconscious bodies, however, she realized they were both also seriously wounded. She looked closely, and saw silver bullets lodged deep within both of their chests. Acting quickly, she set to work sucking the bullets out of Eric's chest first, knowing since he was younger it was more important to help him fast. She sucked three total bullets out of him, and spit them on the ground beside him, feeling the effects of his blood on her already.
She went to work on Godric next, sucking his out as quickly as she could. He had five bullets lodged in him, and one had come dangerously close to hitting his unbeating heart. She spit them out next to him as well, and also felt his blood merge with her own. She shivered as both vampires' blood wound with her own—it had been centuries since she had needed vampire blood for any reason.
She sat back, and watched as both Eric and Godric began healing. She smiled when they both sat up, and looked at her.
"Thank you," Eric murmured, standing up.
Godric simply nodded at her, extending his hand to help her off the ground. She looked down, and was disappointed to realize that her dress was destroyed. She felt a gust of air, and saw that Eric had rushed off to help capture the fleeing fellowship members.
"We need to finish that talk," Sookie said, motioning towards the stairs. He followed her to his bedroom once again, and sat in the armchair in the corner. She sat on the bed facing him.
"There's nothing to talk about, Sookie," Godric said, staring straight through her. "Would you be so cruel to deny me this?"
Sookie sighed, putting her head in her hands, closing her eyes. "What happened to the vampire that started wars with me?"
"That vampire is dead. I don't think like a vampire anymore," Godric said simply.
"But there is plenty to live for," she reasoned. "Remember after you found me? You helped me accept my new fate."
The Night Godric Found Sookie
Sookie stood, smoothing her clothes down. She trudged over to the boulder she hid her children behind. She knew there would be no bodies, but she wanted to collect their dust. Godric produced a small rucksack, and she scooped their ashes into the bag, taking care to close it securely.
"Where are we going?" she asked the vampire in front of her, as they started walking east.
"I built myself a light-tight cabin not far from here. I heard the fighting. That's why I came," Godric said, looking back at her.
Sookie frowned at the vampire's appearance. He was shirtless, wearing ripped pants, with matted hair. He was dirty, that was for sure.
"I need to return to the palace. I need to collect some things. And I must put things in order concerning the monarchy."
"I will accompany you," Godric said, nodding his head.
Sookie hesitated. It was against the laws of Faery to bring a vampire to their realm—then again, she was the indisputable queen. She could do what she wanted. Sookie didn't know why, but she trusted the vampire.
"Okay, but do as I say. I am the new Queen of Faery—the Sky Clan, and faeries are obviously wary of vampires. The sun in Faery won't harm you, don't worry."
She took Godric's hand popped them to the royal palace, into her chambers. She ran water so Godric could bathe, and then found some of Aedan's clothes for the vampire. They were about the same size.
"Wash, and then put these on," she told him. There was no point in her bathing—she needed the clan to know that she was capable of killing all those who defied her. When Godric came out, she held her head high, and walked into the grand hall of the palace, Godric hot on her heels.
As soon as she entered the room, every surviving faery in the palace dropped to their knee, their head and eyes on the ground. Sookie sat on the throne in the front of the room.
"The royal family has been killed. All except me are dead. As your new queen, I vow to not rest until the Water Fae are put in their rightful place. The vermin will die, and I will be the one to lay low the king. We will amass our army, and we will invade. Wait for my word. This vampire is an ally. He is to not be harmed."
There was a murmur amongst the crowd, but they were silenced by Sookie clearing her throat. "We will attack tomorrow. Now, you must rest. Gather your strength and your courage. Many will die tomorrow, that is sure. But you will die with honor, and there is no greater death. You will have the opportunity to walk the Summerlands with your loved ones."
Sookie stood again, and walked back to her chambers, Godric in tow. When they reached her room, she knelt to the ground and scooped up the remains of her dear husband. Without a word, she went into the hall and took two crystal jars—one for her daughters and one for her husband. Silently, she dropped the dust into them, sealed them with her light, and put them on the mantle of the fireplace in her room. Godric was sitting on the bed looking at her.
"We will attack them tomorrow, and then I will leave this plane for a while," she told him. She stripped from her bloody nightgown, and put on a fresh dress.
"You should sleep," Godric said, taking a step toward her.
"I don't want to sleep," she told him honestly. "Would you mind just talking?"
Godric nodded. "You are a skilled fighter. I did not think the princess of the Fae would be so proficient with a blade."
"I was training before I can even remember," she said softly, a smile gracing her lips. "I was fourth in line to the throne, so I was permitted to do as I wished. I never wanted to be queen anyways."
"Well, fate obviously had other plans, didn't she?" Godric asked, tucking a piece of hair behind Sookie's ear. "You shouldn't ever fight fate. She knows what she's doing. This happened for a reason, you must always remember that."
Godric and Sookie talked for most of the night, with the latter slipping into sleep shortly before dawn. Godric followed quickly after.
The next night, the remaining members of the Sky Fae attacked the unsuspecting Water Clan. The losses were astronomical, on both sides. It pained Sookie to see so many of her clansmen killed, but it had to happen. She found the King in his office, pacing. He was a coward, refusing to fight alongside his army. She crept into the room, and used her unique light to pin him to the wall.
"You killed my family. I have defeated your entire army, and now you will die," she said simply. Before he even had time to respond, she used her blade to take his head from his body. He quickly disintegrated.
Sookie smiled triumphantly as she called her army off—they were going home. The other army was defeated and the king was dead. In that moment, she knew that Godric had been right. She shouldn't fight her fate. There was a purpose for everything.
Modern Day
Godric just looked at Sookie. He remembered that night well. He drained so many faeries, that if he was human, he probably would have died from intoxication.
Sookie had tears in her eyes as she watched Godric. "There is always something worth living for. Fate is always right. If she wanted you dead, she wouldn't have led me to you, and you would have died tragically by falling on a splinter by now."
Godric knew she was right, and she was using his own words against him. He scowled at that. "I will not pursue my death any longer, little one. I promise."