You Found Me

Chapter 2

"Godric?" Eric examined his chest, watching the silver push out of him.

Intense hazel eyes gazed up at me. Godric retracted his fangs, slowly running his tongue over my wrist. My eyes rolled back, a slight moan escaping me. My cheeks turned scarlet red in embarrassment when Eric cleared his throat. Godric sat up wincing.

"You're hurt." He touched a nasty cut on my forehead.

"I'm fine. You, on the other hand, need to rest." Gingerly, I try to push him down.

"I am over two-thousand years old, Lyssa. I heal quickly." He hopped to his feet with Eric hovering next to him.

That made him 1,983 year age difference. My mother scolded me that a four year age difference would be too much. I told her that age was just a number. Godric's age doesn't matter really because he has the appearance of someone my age. Not that matters, Godric and I don't share a romantic relationship of any kind. Just an entirely platonic friendship based on mutual understanding and trust. I have only known him for one day anyways, that isn't much to go on. Not that I would have a clue on how the whole 'relationship' thing works anyway. Surely, Godric has a partner of some sort. Partner, as in either male or female, aka not me.

Shit, now I am rambling in my head.

"I have to check on Sookie and Jason," Stumbling as pain shot from my right hip.

"Eric will see to them." Godric threw a look to Eric.

Eric nodded and disappeared.

Godric wrapped an arm around me, giving support to lean on my at right leg. Isabel rushed over to us.

"Thank heavens, you two are okay.! What can I do Godric?" Her thick accent combined with tears.

"Isabel, call the hotel and have them reserve as many rooms as needed. Get anyone medical attention that needs it too," His voice calm despite what just occurred. "I'm glad that you are unharmed also."

She nodded, buzzing away like a mad woman.

Sookie, Bill, Jason, and Eric approached us. They clothes all torn and bloody, but alive thankfully.

"What the hell were you thinking, Lizzie?" She sobbed, pulling me into a fierce hug. I let her strangle me, wincing and grinding my teeth, trying to ignore the growing pain. I patted her hair, it was slimy with blood or, maybe, vampire chunks. I wiped it on her clothing, smiling. She pulled away, shaking her head at my antics.

"Jesus, Lys, you gave me a heart attack," Jason added before joining our hug fest.

"How heartwarming, now if we are done with hugs and tears. Who the fuck is Alan Summers? When are we going to go after him, cause I feel like I want to give him a quick, congenial visit before I tear his head off," Eric prompted cracking his fingers in anticipation.

A wave of nausea rolled through me. I was shaking.

"Lyssa?" Godric asked studying my face.

"Alan Summers is my father. He must have set off the bomb from another device. He must have been watching from afar in case something went wrong," I stated numbly.

Eric and Bill ran off to check the perimeter. They recognized my father's scent.

My father tried to kill me.

I kept my eyes open, despite how tired I was. Eric and Godric sat in the front seat talking in hushed voices. Jason was next to me, passed out and drooling on the window. Sookie was cradled in the backseat with Bill asleep also. Gazing out at the busy streets of Dallas was comforting to me for some reason. We had been driving for a while, traffic was congested.