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In the darkness of his room all he could feel was hopelessness. As he lay underneath his sheets, listening to the tick of the clock mounted on the wall behind him was maddening and the pain in his chest wasn't the distraction he'd have asked for. His father, his maker, the one that he loved and trusted most in the world was with the woman who had unwittingly stolen his heart. He was jealous, of course, but the envy had awoken in him a demon of realization he could not contain. It was the kind of feeling one had trouble fighting, that burn inside that creates a whirlwind of irrational decision and uneasiness. The problem was that he knew that they deserved each other. With Bill it was different; He was a petty, childlike, prideful scum of a vampire. So taking what was his seemed, in a way, justified. Godric was godlike and more deserving than anyone he'd ever known including himself. Yet, the reality was that deep down Eric didn't care.

A tiny part of him wished that Godric had stayed on that rooftop, that Sookie would have failed in her attempt to save him. Oh how that fraction of his psyche taunted him with the possibility that she would be his for the taking.

A light knocking interrupted the drunken spiraling within him. Suddenly he had to move and attempted the feat with a grace he found deep within himself. The knocking continued unintrusively.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Wait a sec," he slurred a bit. The floor betrayed him, beginning to rock side to side as if suddenly he was again aboard her grace The Valiant during a raging storm, A plush love seat was his salvation as he ferried across the rough sea of carpeted floor. He placed his hand atop the only stagnant object in the room and steadied himself. He mumbled profanity quietly as he continued the short distance to the door. The cold knob injected a small shot of sobriety through him as he turned it. The world steadied on a distraught Bill Compton.

"Sir William," Eric stammered drunkenly, "Welcome to my kingdom." He swung his body a few inches to the right and extended his arm to gesture for Bill to come inside. Bill stayed in place and eyed him cautiously.

"How much have you had to drink today?"

"Quite a bit less than tomorrow, friend. Why are you here?"

Bill paused a moment before answering, he seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "Do...Do you know where he is taking her?"

A chill blew over Eric that made even Bill shiver a bit and tighten all of the muscles in his upper body, straightening a bit. "No. And I have no interest in what they're doing."

"You're lying."

And, of course, he was.

Was this a limo? Sookies' hands felt the leather to her left and right, struggling to see through her touch. Godric was so gentle with her as he placed the blindfold over her eyes, when he lead her to this place as she struggled to walk without her sight, and when he placed his hand over her forehead so it didn't bump the entryway as he helped her into the vehicle. She scooted over to her far right to leave room for him to enter and position himself next to her, and when she heard the door slam shut without feeling his presence she reached her hands up to lift the blindfold.

"Don't you dare," Godric ordered through a grin.

"Where are you?" Sookie asked, smiling. "Where am I? Where are we going?" she chuckled at herself feeling her nerves welling up inside.

"Just sit tight and we will be landing before you know it. You may find a nap useful if you're tired at all. We have a very long night ahead of us."

"Alright," She said before what he said had fully sunken in, "Wait. Before we land?"

A light whizzing happened for a moment, breaking Godrics silence. Sookie sat blindfolded in place as the loud rumble of the engine started beneath her.

"

Sookie, you can take off your blindfold," Godric announced through the intercom system.

There was something about the roar of and engine that calmed him. If he wasn't worried about the damage that would be caused by the crash, Godric would take off early and meet the sun atop the world where he felt most alive. He could hear Sookie shuffling around in the back, but he could not see what she was doing. He put the barrier up so she couldn't see where he was flying, but now he found himself wishing he could look at her while she napped. The was a good idea. He was going to spend the night with her, they were going to see things he hadn't in many lifetimes. They were going to see his favorite place.

Beauty, to Godric, had had always been engulfed in the light that poisoned his skin and set him aflame. Now he saw her. Not in the light where she belonged, but in his darkness nuzzled in his sheets. Mmm...Those legs wrapped around his torso, her hair fanned against his pillow. It was something he hadn't wanted before, yes, he'd desired the catch and taking of a woman but now just being in her presence was an all consuming priority.

The tears she shed did him in. Why would this girl cry for him in spite of all his darkness? Though that's the thing about darkness, it only takes a little light to see through it. And that is exactly what she did, see him. She saw him so clearly it ignited a desire in him to make damned sure that she what she saw was good. And to see the good most clearly in someone, you have to fully understand the bad.