Daina didn’t really know who this Nan woman was, beyond the face on the television, and she really didn’t care. She was stiff and hurting all over from the bombing, she hadn’t even been given time to get all the soot and blood off her skin and out of her hair before this little pow-wow was called. Now, it just felt like it would never end, this Nan lady was blaming them for everything, God, she could run on, really loved the sound of her own voice this one did.
“Are you listening to me?” Nan demanded, her tone seeming to say there would be hell to pay if they weren’t.
“Daina!” That name shouting thing was fast losing its appeal. Not that it had much appeal to begin with, but still it was starting to give her a headache with its repetition and her head was already pounding from lack of sleep.
“What? She asked a question and I answered it. Just be thankful I didn’t answer it out loud.”
“This woman is important-“ Sure she was, now let’s all drink that yummy looking kool-aid.
“This woman is a windbag, a politician trying everything in her power to get out from under the PR nightmare that this mess is sure to become. She’s that person who looks around the room and says the buck stops wayyyy over there, in the other room if possible. She’s that person who only really needs the sound of her own voice for company.”
“Are you done?” Please, did her cousin not know her at all? She was never done.
“Not even close, I could go all night, but it looks like bottle blonde is starting to lose her momentum, so maybe someone else will be able to talk soon.”
“Not you, this is vampire business.” Vampire business, bitch pah-lease. That was something else that was irritating with repetition.
“I wasn’t planning on volunteering Sook, but I personally believe this is everyone’s business after all everyone in that room vampire, human, and other was in the line of fire. All of our lives were on the line in there, and I think they should be placing the blame squarely where it belongs.” Not that they would. They never did instead of placing blame where it belonged types like this Nan chick always placed it where it was easiest to throw it.
“Where?” What the hell did she mean where? She was starting to worry about her cousin’s basic reasoning skills.
“The Fellowship!” Who the hell else could be to blame for the bombing? The ones who built the bomb and then sent it into the building strapped to a confused young man. Duh!
“I take full responsibility, it happened in my area, it was my fault.”
“Say what?” She wasn’t certain, but she wasn’t sure that was how responsibility worked exactly. Sure this man bombed my house, but it was my house so I will go to jail for it and do his time. What the ever-loving fuck?
And here she was thinking that Eric’s Maker was one of the smart vampires. Looking over at him she tried to see if he was joking while Eric railed against what was happening to his Maker. What she saw there instead made her heart hurt for the big Viking. If he thought this was bad, what was coming down the line would tear his heart in two.
“Why would Godric do that, doesn’t he know they’ll punish him?” She doubted they would get the chance. This was his last act of kindness, most likely for Isobel his successor, he was falling on his sword for her.
“I don’t think he’s planning to still be here when that ruling comes down Sookie.” This whole situation just made her feel older than should be possible at her age.
“Where’s he going? Europe?” A little further than that cousin or mine, quite a bit further.
“The after life. The great beyond. The other side. Take your pick.” It didn’t matter what you called it, it all meant the same thing. A hole in your life where someone else once stood, a hole Eric shouldn’t have to carry for the rest of his eternity though she knew he would.
“Look at him, Sook. He’s older even than Eric, if I heard right he’s over two thousand years old. He’s old, he’s tired, his children are grown with lives of their own. I think he’s planning on checking out of this hotel in a big way, and if I’m right I think he’s planning on doing it at dawn.” She couldn’t even really blame him. He was moving on, taking the only next step there really was for him to take. He’d been alive for so long now he probably didn’t even fear dying anymore. She heard that happened sometimes to those that had begun to feel truly immortal. Without an anchor to keep their life worth living, they simply stopped… everything.
“At dawn but then he would -“
“Burn? Yeah, I think that’s the plan.” Though as plans went she’d heard better. There had to be an easier way to go, even for a vampire.
“What are we going to do?” That was her cousin always wanting to try to fix everything, only some things couldn’t be fixed no matter how heartbreaking it was. Some decisions once made could not be easily un-made.
“Do? What makes you think there’s anything to do? He’s an ancient vampire, I doubt he’s doing this all spur of the moment like. If this is his choice there’s nothing left to do but accept it.”
“No, I don’t believe that.” Of course she didn’t. For all the bad things that she’d seen lately her cousin still believed in rainbows and lollipops and the inherent good in all mankind.
“Yeah, I know. You believe that every life is precious and that all life is a gift that you should treasure until the good lord takes you from this earth, but come on Sook, life isn’t anywhere near that black and white and you know it. Think about it, he’s been alive for over two thousand years, can you even conceive the magnitude of being alive for that long? I can’t. Yeah, sure some of it would be amazing and wondrous, but most of it had to be violent and dark. Think about the world, not just the U.S. since it hasn’t been around that long. Think about everything that’s happened over the last two thousand years. Empires rising and falling, wars, death, pain.
“Did you know that most people don’t know much about history beyond maybe the past two hundred years and even then most of what people know isn’t even close to the truth. Most of the things that were around when Godric was human have been long since forgotten by like ninety percent of the world and the few that do know about any of it are academics who aren’t exactly seeing the humanity of it all. Think about that, being so old that most people can only guess about what your life must have been like, and most of those guesses are probably wrong. Think about having to change and adapt as the world changed around you over and over again, never once really being able to just stand still and be who you really are. If he even really remembers who he was, two thousand years is a long time and a lot of memories and even more choices.”
There really was not much to be done, if someone had already made up their mind, truly made up their mind to end their existence, there wasn’t much on this earth powerful enough to change it back. Not that she wouldn’t try, after all there was just something about his Godric guy, she didn’t think his time was as over as he thought it was. Maybe it had just reached an intermission, time to bow out and find a new stage to tread upon.
Godric stood on the rooftop of the luxurious hotel and waited to see his first sunrise in thousands of years. There were times over the course of his life when he’d missed the warmth that he remembered the sun offering, but now he would feel it once more.
Eric, his beloved eldest living Childe had tried to stay here with him, to not let him meet his end alone, and while he loved him for it he could not let that happen, he still had so much living yet to do. He had used his power over him as his Maker to force him back into the safety of the hotel, the ever present Miss Stackhouse following close on his heels after a farewell promise to look after him.
Now here he stood alone enjoying his last few moments of darkness before the light would come.
“I suppose it wouldn’t do me any good to ask you to think this through. I’m guessing you’ve already done that and this is where your thinking led you.”
“I have and it is.” He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised, Daina did seem like the type of woman to fight to the bitter end for something and she’d already made it clear that what she wanted was for him to live. He could still taste her blood on his tongue and it was divine.
“Hmm, could I interest you in a goodbye kiss before you go then?” Cheeky little one. For most of his life even the offer of such a thing would bring scandal and disgrace, but the world had changed once more and so drastically this time that he felt weary even contemplating trying to keep up. The old ways that had held such sway for so long were no longer relevant and neither was he.
Thinking it over he saw no harm in her request, and since she was the last human to ever garner his true interest he was just as curious about her kiss as she seemed to be about his. When their lips met he allowed her tongue into his mouth, allowing her to dominate the kiss, it was his gift to her after all.
When he tasted the strong flavor of her blood he knew that she’d bitten her tongue before initiating contact. But why? So lost was he in his thoughts and the taste of her that he didn’t notice at first that the sun had risen and that he had yet to burn. When the light reached his closed eyes he pulled back from her in wonder. Why wasn’t he burning?
“You wanted light and warmth right? You wanted the sun? I figured you couldn’t really enjoy it if you were a human torch straight off, so I may have given you a little protection. It won’t last very long thirty minutes tops really, but I thought you might enjoy it.”
Looking deep into her eyes he saw her compassion and her strength shining out towards him with all the power of the sun. The light of the day was beautiful, warm, and powerful. It was everything he remembered it to be and all he’d ever really wanted to feel again, but now looking at this woman in his arms there was something else he craved even more.
“Is the sun all I get to enjoy?” He had not felt such a strong pull towards a woman in ages, but this woman called to every part of him.
“What else did you have in mind?” Her smile was more sinful than coy, a product of the times in which she lived, but it was all that was female. She was sure of herself and what she wanted in life, and had no trouble reaching out to take it. Or in this case being taken by it.
“Well, it has been many years since I’ve taken a woman in the full light of day. Would you indulge me for a short time longer?” Given what he knew of her personality the request would not offend her, she would either give in or deny him, nothing more and nothing less.
“I thought you’d never ask.” As she spoke she reached up to pull him in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last. She still had not given up on her desire to breathe life back into him, she wanted to return to him his will to live. As he slowly breathed her in he began to see just how close she was to succeeding.
Daina opened her eyes and all she saw was Godric’s sleeping form beside her. After their first round of vigorous mating, that had left gravel digging into her back and scratching against her skin, they had moved down to her room where he would be protected from the sun’s deadly light. He would live, Eric’s world wouldn’t be turned upside down, Bill was well on his way out of Sookie’s life, and Jason was starting to finally heal after everything he’d been through, and she had boffed her first vampire. All in all, not bad for a surprise visit to see family. Only one thing left to do now.
It was time for everyone to go home.