Godric pov

I stood on the roof as the sun was beginning to rise over the Dallas skyline. My childe and Sookie Stackhouse had retreated from the coming dawn, back into the hotel, but her sister stayed with me. The beautiful, blue haired, Harper Stackhouse stood by my side as the sky lightened.

I turned to her, looking into her stunning violet eyes and found them to be brimmed with tears. "Do you believe in God?"

"Yes." She answered proudly, and I hoped she was correct.

"If you're right, how will he punish me?" In all my two thousand years, I had done so much wrong. I deserved to be called a monster. I truly believed I should suffer.

"God doesn't punish, he forgives. But suicide is not the way to gain it."

I shook my head, I did not deserve forgiveness. "Even so, I do not belong here."

"A lot of people believe that. That if they no longer existed, that the world would be a better place. It's not true. If anything it rids the world of someone who can change it."

I stood in silence as the first rays of the sun crested over the horizon. She was wrong, what I was doing was ridding the world of a monster. I looked at her face as tears streamed down her beautiful face.

"A human with me at the end, and human tears. Two thousand years, and I can still be surprised. In this, I see God."

More tears fell down her face as the sun came up. I closed my eyes, ready to burn. I could only hope that she would heal from seeing me burn in the sun's rays, I knew she was stubborn enough to stay with me. Add the sun crested the horizon, I felt a wonderful heat surround me, warm and welcoming, but it did not burn, much to my surprise. The heat faded, but I could still feel the warmth on my skin, it was a pleasant sensation.

Open your eyes, Godric. Harper's voice rang like bells in my head. I chose to listen to her voice, opening my eyes, momentarily blinded by the bright light. I was still on the roof of the hotel. It confused me. The sun was still in the sky, my skin was not effected by the light, not showing any signs of burning. I was still alive.

Blinking, I looked around for Harper, but she was nowhere to be found. I was certain she was here only moments ago. I doubt she could have left so fast.

Go to Eric. He needs to know you're alive. I looked around, but it was still only me on the roof, her voice was truly in my head.

Please listen, Godric. I will explain later.

"Alright. But how do I explain this to Eric and your siblings?" I was still confused about the situation myself. I spoke to the air, unsure how to communicate with her disembodied voice.

I will let you know when we get to that point, but now you need to go.

"Alright." I made my way down the stairs to the roof when I stopped, feeling something brush against my neck. I gasped the rope that had been on my neck, pulling it off. I stared at the small trinket in my hand, recognizing it as the necklace Harper had been wearing. I gathered it in my fist, and continued walking to Eric's room.

I opened the door, and found my childe hunched overon the edge of his bed, bloodied tears streaming down his face. I closed the door behind me as I reopened the bond I had with Eric. He looked up, shocked that I stood in front of him.

"Godric!" He choked out in disbelief. Be sped over to me, feeling me, proving to himself that I was real.

"I am really here, min son(my son)." He pulled apart from me, staring at me. He piled his fist back, moving it forward until it collided with my nose, breaking it in one swift move. I moved my hand up to my nose, fixing in place to heal.

"I deserved that."

Yes you did. Harper's voice answered in my head once again. I sighed, looking to Eric. "Come, min son(my son). It is well past dawn, we need to rest."

Eric nodded, making his way to the bathroom, and coming out only seconds later wIthout a drop of blood on him. We stripped, as we settled beneath the covers of the bed. Eric wrapped his arms around me. With his last breath for the day, he whispered to me.

"Don't leave me."

"Not anytime soon, min son (my son)." I responded as I fell into my own death for the day.

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I opened my eyes, finding myself looking into a cloudless, blue sky. I sat up, observing my location. I seemed to be on a never-ending beach, flat sand expanded on either side of me, waves gently lapped against the golden shore. I stood up, finding I was clothed in my plain white linen pants. I was sure I had gone to rest naked.

"Godric?" I turned, facing Eric's voice, finding he too wore white linen pants. I looked to his face, finding that the short hair he had in Dallas was no longer there, instead his hair was the same shoulder -length hair he wore when he was turned. I raised my hand to my own hair, finding it to be it's original length as well. It was shorter than Eric's, but longer than what I wore in Dallas.

"Where are we?" Eric asked, and I found myself wondering the same thing.

"I do not know."

"Your own subconscious, my old friend." I turned to face the male voice. Unlike us, he was wearing a white suit, standing next to a woman in white, with the same white hair that I found oddly familiar. Her face could not be seen as she knelt by the water, her hands immersed in the gentle waves. As we walked closer to the man and woman, I found the man to be none other than Naill Brigant.

"Naill Brigant, crown Prince of Fae, why and how are you here, if I may ask." I addressed him formally, for my own childe's sake. It was wise for Eric to recognise the powerful figure.

"Godric, my old friend, there is no need for such formalities. Though there are important matters we must discuss."

Before I could answer to him, the woman spoke, moving her hands, so her palms were open to the water. "I like this place. It's a lot like you, Godric. The ocean. It can be so calm and peaceful at times, and yet it still holds great power, it is able to be dangerous and deadly at times as well. And there is always more than what you can see at the surface. It's beautiful."

I finally found why the woman was so familiar, her voice allowed me to recognise her. "Harper?"

She looked up at me, grinning, her violet eyes sparkling. "It took my voice for you to recognise me?" She paused a moment, standing. "Oh, I know what it is. My hair. It's not blue anymore. I will explain that, but later."

Eric seemed confused. His silence proved that, he was calculating and examining the situation over on his head.

"Yes, shall we sit?" Naill gestured to the ground, I raised a eyebrow.

"On the sand?" Eric asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Harper laughed, "Oh, come on Viking. It's not like you're going too wake up with sand up your ass!'"

I let out a chuckle at her statement, as Eric mocked being shocked. What was most surprising, to me at the least, was Naill, who let out a full-bellied laugh at Harper's crude statement.

Harper sat back down on the sand, this time with the rest of us following in her lead. Allowing Naill to speak. "I am going to explain myself to you, and you will need to need to listen workout interruption because I will only be here once, and there are things only I can explain."

We agreed with a nod of the head, or a few spoken words, Naill began to explain his position to us.

"I am the Great-Grandfather of Harper and her siblings. My son Fintan had an affair with her Grandmother, which I already explained to Harper. Sookie head the fairy spark, and Jason had the looks, but Harper has something more. You know, or she will explain her abilities to you, and it is caused by her colorful bloodline. Harper is the reason we are able to communicate like this, but you three together, are something greater. Harper and Godric, you both will know when it is time for her to come in the flesh again. Soon after she is in her own skin, she will gain her wings.

She is seraphim, or what most call angels. Viking, I believe you culture called her kind Valkyries. I cannot promise it will be painless. I cannot tell you much, the little doctor, Ludwig may have some information on this. But you three are going to be great. The only reason you are able to meet here like this, is that you three are tri-mates. I am here as I need to be, with a, lot of magic helping me.

This is all I can say at the moment. If you need to contact me, go through my lawyer, Desmond Catilaids. One last thing, okay two. One, Harper, keep that necklace, it is very special, I'm sure you will explain that to your boys, and two have fun in your position, I'm sure you can find something to toy around with."

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My eyes shot open, and I sat up immediately, tearing myself from Eric's arms. I was back in the hotel room, with Eric, who was awake, but staring at the ceiling in shock. I looked down at Harper's necklace, which I still held in my hands. I glanced at Eric, shifting my gaze to the alarm clock on the beside table. It was only four, which meant we still had a few hours until the sun went down.

"Eric?"

"Godric?" I turned, crossing my legs, to look at Eric.

You broke the clasp.

"What?" Eric looked at me with confusion clear on his face, as he was not the one to speak.

You broke the clasp on my necklace. And don't send it away to get fixed. Please keep it in your sights. It's a fairy charm that my grandmother gave me. Fintan gave it to her. It's a symbol of the Brigants. Naill said it would show other supernaturals that I was under his protection. Anyway, I can instruct you on how to fix it by hand, I have worked with jewelry before. Oh, and hi Eric, can you hear me?

"Yes." Eric said aloud. "Harper? How is this possible?"

It's all me. Try to answer in your heads, this could be useful to us in the future.

I answered first, as it was in my head. Does this work? Can Eric hear me like this as well?

Yes, Godric, I can. Harper is correct. This may be helpful in the future. Will this telepathic communication still exist, after you are not in Godric's head anymore?

I could practically feel her grinning when she answered Eric's question. Yes. It is part of us being mates, and my being seraphim. All my abilities should come through when I do. At least that's what Naill thinks.

"Alright. Why didn't I feel you were my mate?" I turned to Eric. "Did you feel the pull of a mate when you saw her?"

"Yes, but it seemed dulled." Eric thought for a moment, his face turning into a scowl as a growl ripped from his throat. "Compton. Both girls smelled heavily of him when they came into my bar. Though the smell faded after time on Harper, but it is still strong on Sookie."

"How did Compton get so much of his blood into you, Harper?" The only way for either of them to smell strongly of him would be for his blood to be given to them.

A pair of drainers decided to beat me and Sookie to an inch of our lives for her rescuing Bill from them. A growl came from my own throat, echoing Eric's, rage flooding my senses at the thought of anyone hurting my mate. Please calm down. Her voice was small and timid in my mind.

"I apologize, min lilla kompis (my little mate)."

Eric shook his head. "That was never reported to me, I will need to speak to Compton about it at another time."

I nodded, thinking over the situation. "Harper, what about your physical needs, like food and such?"

I could hear her laughing in my head, making me glad I could change the subject to something lighter. I do not exist in a physical form. I don't have physical needs at the moment. As long as you take care of your own needs, than I will be fine. You will need your strength wh"en the time comes.

"How well you and Godric know when your coming back?" Eric asked, as I found myself agreeing with his question.

We we'll have as much warning as a woman giving birth.

"Oh, that is really helpful." Eric's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

And there's the cocky Viking. Harper answered south just as much sarcasm, making me chuckle. I agree with you. Sorry guys, but right now I need to rest. Bringing Naill into your head took a lot out of me.

"How do you do that?" I asked, but revived no answer, instead a feeling in the back of my head made itself known. It was like a weight in the back of my skull. It was a feeling that would take being used to. I stood up from the bed, walking towards the bathroom.

"Come, Eric. Let's prepare ourselves for tonight. I need to meet with Isobel one last time, and come up with a plausible reason for Harper not being here."

Eric and I stepped into the shower, being as we spoke.

"Harper is telepathic like her sister. If you speak with Isobel, we could have her say Harper is staying in Dallas to do some extra telepathic work. It could last as long as we need it to. I do wonder how long it will take for her to actually be here physically."

"We will need to save the questions to ask her later. Does she have a job?"

"Yes, and we will need to talk about it. She works in a Shifter's bar as a cook. If she is going to be gone so long, I have to wonder how he will react."

I nodded. "Yes. What time is our flight?"

"Eight."

I agreed, and we made our way out of the bathroom. After getting dressed, Eric and I parted ways, he went to inform Sookie and her companions of travel arrangements, and Harper's alibi. I made my way to Isobel's suit, to inform get of Harper. Isobel was more than ecstatic to find out I was still here, she was also happy to agree with our plan. Our group reconvened in the lobby. I received an awkward hug from Sookie, but I did my best to return the favor. We gladly left the hotel. And I gladly left Dallas.