True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries Fan Fiction ❯ New Beginnings ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Alright, you all asked for it! I am going to continue the story. So here's chapter two!
When I wake up the next morning, Godric is dead for the day and my face is killing me. Maybe I should have taken his blood last night. I get out of bed and pad into the living room, and notice that it is already 10:30 in the morning. I decide that there's no way that I could possibly eat lunch right after waking up, and order some breakfast from the room service menu instead. Along with a huge pot of coffee.
I sit down on the couch and wait for the room service to arrive and think about the previous days events. The first thing I think of is that Godric killed Bill. I should be sad about that, but I just can't bring myself to grieve over him. I thought I was in love with him, but when somebody does something to you like he did, there is no forgiveness. While I think about that, I get a sharp pain across my cheek, and go the bathroom so I can see it in the mirror. It looks horrible—I've got a huge purple mark going all the way from the right corner of my lip up to the corner of my right eye. My eyes start to tear up, and I don't know whether it is from the pain or if it is from the anger, but I just can't look at it anymore. I call back down to the front desk and ask if they could send some ice up and some Ziploc bags, too. Just as I hang up the phone with them, my room service arrives, and the man with the cart smartly doesn't say anything about my face.
I take my food to the couch and eat it, not really tasting it. I decide that I need to see Jason, and make sure that he is handling everything okay. He will probably be happy that Bill is dead. I huff when there is another knock on the door, but get up and answer anyways. It is my Ziploc bags and ice. I recline on the couch with my ice pack for about 45 minutes before I go in search of Jason. I have no idea where his room is, so I go to the lobby to ask the woman at the desk if she could give me his room number.
I head to his room and knock on the door, not knowing what to expect from his reaction to my face. When he answers the door, he picks me up in a huge hug and spins me around.
"Oh, Sook, I'm so glad you're okay," he says, giving me one last squeeze. He sets me down on the ground just inside the door, and closes it behind me.
"I know Jason, I'm glad that you're okay, too," I tell him, still laughing. That's when he notices the mark on my cheek.
"Sook, what the hell happened? Is that from Gabe?" he asks, turning my head so he can get a better look at the ugly purple mark.
"No, Jason, that's from Bill," I say, sitting on the couch. He comes over and sits next to me, just holding my hand. I don't listen in to his thoughts, because I know they are going to be nasty.
"I'm gonna kill that mother fucker," he says quietly. He sounds oddly in control for someone so angry.
"Godric has already done that, so you don't have to worry about a thing," I tell, squeezing his hand in both of mine. "Just be happy that we still have each other."
"I know Sook, I just can't stand the though of that fucker hurting you," he tells me with tears in his eyes.
"It will never happen again," I say grimly.
Jason and I spend most of the afternoon together, just talking. It is nice to see this side of my brother for once, and not the side that he puts on for everyone's benefit back home. We part ways at about 4:30, and I head back to Godric's room to wash the tears off my face and put on some makeup. When I arrive back, I am surprised to find him already up and dressed, sipping on a bottle of blood.
"Oh, hey Godric," I say blushing, not expecting him to be up.
"Hello Sookie," he says smiling, setting the bottle down on the coffee table. He strides over to me and wraps me into a hug. I hug him back without hesitating, just enjoying the feeling of safety of being in his arms. When I finally release him, he cups my chin and looks at my face.
"Sookie, you really should have let me give you my blood," he says, going to bite his wrist.
"No, Godric. I don't want it. This mark makes me remember my bad choices. I need to remember the situation that Bill put me in so that I never end up in that place again," I tell him. He nods his head and looks at me with admiration.
"Well, if you won't take my blood, we should get on the road now before it gets too late. It is a long drive back to Bon Temps, is it not?" he asks. I can't help but wonder where he is going to be staying.
"Where are you going to stay?" I ask him, as we start to move around to collect our things.
"I will stay with Eric at his house until I find myself a suitable place," he says smiling. I know the prospect of living with Eric will be exciting for him. We happily move around the room collecting our things and packing them up, while I think about all the things that I am going to need to take care of when I get back home. For one, I'm going to need to make sure that I still have a job at Merlotte's. I feel terrible about missing so much work, but I can't help it.
I am lost in my thoughts when I hear the pounding on the door. Godric goes to answer it, and I see the meanest looking group of vampires I've ever seen standing in the doorway.
"Godric, by the power of the Authority, you are under arrest for the murder of William Compton, procurer for the queen of Louisiana, Sophie Ann LeClerq. Please come with us."