She and Godric were kissing. And not because of blood lust, or the need for release. Because of...feelings. And she liked it. Godric deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips, and holding the back of her neck. It felt so good.

She moaned in to the kiss, allowing him to completely take control. He rolled over her, pinning her to the bed as he continued to kiss her lips. She felt his hardness pressed against her leg, and she wanted him so badly it physically hurt. His hand began to wander down her stomach, slowly making its way to her center. He unbuttoned her shorts nimbly, and dipped his hand into her panties. She had forgotten how good he was with his fingers.

"Stop," she finally managed to choke out. "We can't do this."

Godric looked up at her with eyes dark with lust. "Sookie," he started, removing his hands from her, "what is it?"

"I just can't do this. I can't get distracted. I can't get too attached. You know that. I need to be alone, to clear my head."

"Okay," he said slowly, "I'll leave, then."

"That would probably be best," Sookie said, standing up from the bed.

"I just want to know what's going on in your head. I just want to help you."

"The best way for you to help me right now, is to give me some space," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I love you, Godric, and that's why I can't let this happen."

"I'll be here at sundown tomorrow for our trip to Fangtasia."

After he left, Sookie threw herself on the bed. She felt terrible for how she acted, but getting too emotional right now was dangerous. She knew Godric understood that, deep down. It didn't help the guilt any, though. She led him on. And if circumstances were different, she would have let it happen, and would have pursued a relationship with him. In terms of immortality, her time was running short. 500 years at best, and a few hundred of those would be spent as an old woman. At that token, she didn't want to do that to him, either. String him along for a short amount of time, and then pass on. That would be too cruel.

There was no easy answer.

Sookie woke up the next day right at sundown. She must have been exhausted. Before she even made it down the stairs, she felt Godric's void appear at the door—he must have rested close to the house, most likely at the graveyard right next door.

She opened the door for him to let him in, and saw that she guessed right—he was covered in dirt and mud. "You can go on and shower. I'm just going to make something for dinner really quick before we go."

He simply nodded at her and vamped up the stairs. At the slamming of the bathroom door, she flinched. She knew she was cause of his hurt, but she had to stand strong.

Five minutes later, he was out of the shower, and smelled like whatever Bath and Body Works scent she had in the guest bathroom. She couldn't help but giggle at that fact.

"What's so funny?" he asked her, frowning.

"You just smell like a flower, that's all," she said between breaths.

He actually cracked a smile at that. "Yes, I suppose I do. Although, between you and me, I think I smell quite nice," he said with a wink.

"Godric, I just want you to understand where last night came from," Sookie said, suddenly serious. "I didn't say any of that to hurt you. You know how I feel about you. I just...I can't afford to let myself get to emotional right now."

"Maybe that's what you need," he countered, raising an eyebrow.

"And...I'm also worried about my age. I don't have terribly long left in this world, and that's not fair to you. We both know how fast the next few hundred years will pass, and we both know there's nothing we can do about it."

"Sookie, we've talked about this before. Let me turn you," Godric said, leaning forward. "It would solve our problems, and you know it."

"Yes, but we have NO idea what would happen if you were to turn a full blooded fae. I don't want to be a risk to everyone around me."

"I don't care!" Godric said, suddenly standing. "If something were to happen to you during this war, I WILL turn you."

Sookie paused at that. She didn't know how she felt about that. She would want to survive for her people, but what if she couldn't even return because of the vampirism? "Godric..."

"Do not argue with me, on this point," he said, battling the beast within him. The thought of her death made him almost mad. He just couldn't stand the thought of it.

"Let us hope that time doesn't come," she said, standing up. "Are you ready to go?"

He nodded at her, and took her hand. She knew he only cared, and that made her feel even worse.

She popped them to Fangtasia, and found the back door locked. Groaning, she realized they were going to have to go through the front of the club. Luckily, Pam was checking I.D.s that night.

"Well, hello you two," she said grinning. "I haven't seen either of you in a long time."

"Hello, Pamela," Godric greeted his grand progeny. She had definitely grown on him over time. "We need to have a meeting with Eric, and then we can catch up?"

Pam smiled and nodded. She had a lot of respect for her grand sire, and loved the rare opportunities she got to talk with him, one on one.

Sookie and Godric made their way to Eric's office, and were glad to see that it seemed he was expecting them. He greeted them, and they all sat down, ready to discuss business.

"Thalia will be here soon. She is just slightly younger than Godric. She has been around the Fae before, and knows to control herself. I think she'll be asset to you," Eric said, hoping Thalia would actually agree. He hadn't told her the reason she was coming to the meeting.

"And what of defense in this realm? We need to be prepared for this war to cross boundaries," Sookie said, watching Eric closely.

"I have the local Were pack talking about it. They are supposed to take a vote tonight, whether of not to become involved. I also contacted a witch coven in New Orleans. They are the best around. They will be able to put wards around any important homes and businesses, and their magic will also assist should this war jump to our plane."

Sookie nodded, pleased with the information. She was glad Eric was able to contact people. With her, Godric, Eric, and hopefully Thalia, it would be a shock to the water clan. The last thing they would expect would be vampires.

About 10 minutes later, Thalia finally arrived. At first glance, she didn't appear as much. She was exactly five feet tall, and had long dark hair, and dark eyes, with a very slender build. But she was one of the fiercest warriors Eric had ever met. When Sookie saw her, she thought she recognized her.

"Have we met?" Sookie asked, standing up to examine the new woman.

"Yes," Thalia said, "you killed my maker."

Sookie immediately knew who she was, then. Thalia was turned in Greece almost 2,000 years ago. Her maker was a sadistic bastard, not so different from Godric's. They had stumbled upon them in their travels, and they had been disgusted with the way Thalia was treated. She was already about 300 years old, and her maker was still using and abusing her. He had given her a maker's command which forbid her from doing him any sort of harm. Sookie and Godric had quickly taken care of that. They were ruthless killers, but even they were shocked at the way Thalia had been treated.

Sookie was shaken from her reverie, when Thalia got down on her knees, and kissed Sookie's hand. "Your majesty, anything you need, I am at your service, completely. You saved my life."

Sookie was stunned. "Rise," she said, "thank you for your loyalty. The Water fae are instigating a war with my people. I intend to end them completely, and take over their realm. I need old vampires, who can control their urges, to assist me. Can you do that?"

Thalia's eyes took on a dark gleam, as she grinned wickedly. "With pleasure"