It was dark. Sookie opened her eyes and looked for the familiar light to be flooding in her windows from outside. When she didn't see it she figured she must have woken up in the middle of the night. She sighed and began to get up, when she noticed that she was completely enclosed. She also noticed the earthy scent around her. She was in the ground.

Sookie began to desperately claw her way out of the dirt, and when she did, she was met with two pairs of eyes. One icy blue, and the other a deep green.

"What did you do," she asked quietly, slowly advancing on the two vampires in front of her.

Godric spoke up first. "I turned you," he said simply, holding his ground. He challenged her with his eyes to take another step forward, and she didn't disappoint.

"How could you?" she asked him, stopping right in front of him.

"You were dying. I couldn't let that happen. I…care too much for you to allow that to happen."

"That wasn't your decision to make!" she said, her voice beginning to rise. "I didn't want this! I said I didn't want this when we went back to faery!"

Godric nodded his head solemnly. "You're right. And I'm sorry, it was selfish of me. But remember just a few weeks ago when you stopped me from dying? I had to do the same for you. If you wish to die, just say so. Look me in the eyes and tell me you want to die, and I'll end you myself."

Sookie's eyes widened slightly, and she was taken aback. "I—I don't want to die," she said softly, turning away from her new maker. "But I don't know what to do now."

Godric's eyes softened as he looked at Sookie. She no longer held her threatening position, instead her shoulders were hunched, and her head was hung low. She twiddled with her fingers while waiting for him to say something.

During the whole exchange, Eric had remained quiet. As soon as he had realized what Godric was doing, he tried to talk his maker out of it, to no avail.

During the Battle

Something was wrong. Godric still had a sliver of a bond remaining with Sookie, and he felt it spark slightly. After she had gone in to finish the king, Godric had sped out to the court yard to check on his progeny and grand progeny. As soon as he turned around to head back inside, though, was when he felt it.

He forced the door open to the king's chambers, and saw Sookie laying on the ground, a large, ornate dagger sticking out of her armor covered back. He rushed over to her, and when he did, he smelled the culprit. Raegan. Before he had any time left to think about that, however, he noticed Sookie's spark rapidly deteriorating. The blade was coated in lemon juice, which he knew faeries were highly allergic to. He had to act fast.

He called out to his progeny, beckoning him to the king's chambers, as he picked Sookie up carefully, avoiding the blade protruding from her back. When Eric still hadn't arrived, Godric called him a second time, this time with greatest amount of force he could muster. He knew it would hurt his son, but he was too focused on Sookie. His Sookie.

When Eric finally arrived, he saw his maker holding Sookie in his arms, and he knew what had happened.

"Godric, she doesn't want this," Eric said slowly, trying to talk sense into his maker, "we don't know what she will become."

"I don't care," Godric hissed, his fangs bared for Eric to see, "if you try to stop me, I will hurt you."

Eric was taken aback. He had never been threatened by his maker before. And that's when he realized what had been going on.

As they sped out of the room, he addressed his maker. "You love her."

"Of course I do. That has never been a secret."

"No, you're in love with her."

Godric merely looked at his progeny. Neither of them said anything else until Sookie was drained, fed, and securely in the ground.

"You were right," Godric said as he wiped his hands on his pants, "I am in love with her. I have been since the day I laid eyes on her."

Eric nodded in understanding. The two of them went back to Sookie's palace and found some of Sookie's confidante's. They explained the situation, and held a meeting of the Sky Fae on Sookie's behalf. Her people were distraught, however they loved their queen, and they wanted her alive.

Sookie was ravenous. Godric was luckily prepared, and produced a six pack of Tru Blood for his new progeny. He was grateful she'd had the kitchen stocked for the vampires arrival.

"What happened at the battle?" she asked, setting down her fifth Tru Blood, her hunger finally controlled, if not completely satisfied.

"All of our vampires made it out alive. The Daemons survived, however, Gladiola took a heavy injury. The Sky Faery losses were minimal, however many did die. The services were held while you were…turning," Godric told her, hoping to ease her worry.

Sookie nodded. "I have to stay here a little while longer…I can't leave my people to clean up this mess on their own."

Godric nodded, however he was wary. Being a new vampire, he wasn't sure how she would react to the smell of so many faeries. "Will you be able to control yourself?"

"Yes, I believe I will be. I feel in control."

Godric couldn't argue. She may have been his progeny, but she was still the 2000 year old queen she always was.

The three vampires made their way to the palace, when Sookie turned to Godric. "Who did it?"

"Raegan."

"Did you find him?"

Godric regarded her carefully. "I figured you would want to do that yourself."

Sookie's eyes suddenly gleamed in the moonlight, as she nodded her head and licked her lips slightly.

When they reached the palace, her entire court was there in the great hall, awaiting her return. She looked down at her clothes and noticed she was still dressed in the armor from three days before hand, and her hair and skin were covered in dirt. She didn't care, though.

She walked over to her throne, Godric and Eric taking their respective places behind her. When the faeries saw her sit, they all stopped taking, turning to their queen to hear what she had to say.

"Today, I was reborn," she began, her eyes scanning the crowd, "reborn into something new, and powerful. However, I am still Susannah Brigant, your rightful queen. I fought to the death to defend you, and make sure your children, and their children, will grow up in a land united as one. I beg you, for your sake alone, do not challenge my throne. There are already traitors in our midst, one of them already tried, unsuccessfully to murder me. If anyone has any knowledge as to the whereabouts of Raegan are, I implore you to come forward, on pain of death."

There was a murmur amongst the crowd as the last words were spoken, and Godric and Eric shared a look.

Sookie regarded the faeries in attendance, and, satisfied that her message was received, left the room to head to her chambers.

When the three vampires left the room, Eric excused himself to go find Pam, and check on her well being, leaving Godric and Sookie alone.

When they reached her room, Sookie went straight for the bathroom—she needed a shower. Godric walked in after her, needing to talk to her, to make sure she forgave him.

"I really am sorry, Sookie," Godric said, taking a step towards her. She didn't recoil from him this time.

"I forgive you. I was just shocked. I'm still shocked. Tomorrow I have to find out what this will mean for me. I don't want to lose my kingdom."

Godric nodded his head. The next thing he did, though, he couldn't control.

He leaned in and kissed her. Hard. The last three days of waiting taking hold of him deep down. He had thought she was dead, and now he had a second chance with her.

Sookie kissed him back, feeling herself getting pushed against the counter in the bathroom. His mouth was greedy, his tongue pushing her lips open, allowing him to explore the inside of her mouth.

"I thought I had lost you," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her again.

Sookie felt bloody tears begin to fall from her eyes. "Don't let me go."