You Found Me

Chapter 3

AN: This chapter was extremely difficult to write. I suppose it's because I am trying my best to stick with this story and not abandon it. I had a review from a guest that thought that Godric gave Lyssa his blood. He didn't! He just healed her! I just wanted to clear that up. If I have grammar errors please pm me to fix them. I am horrible with commas. Read at your own risk...

"I feel terrible that Hugo betrayed us." Isabel fiddled the scattered debris with her boots.

"Hugo?" I questioned glancing up at her disheveled shell.

"Hugo is my human, the one that went with Sookie to the church. I've never felt such guilt for someone else's actions. Putting everyone at risk, it makes me feel almost human that I could have lost Godric," Her voice thick with unspoken feeling.

I placed my hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry that he betrayed you."

She nodded, grabbing hold of my hand.

"I have been with Godric for some time. Since the Great Revelation, he has been what humans call 'down in the dumps'. His gentle and calm behavior considered odd for a vampire. I thought he might have lost ambition to keep moving forward of late. Then you came. His spark to live is back. He is different. Happier, I would say. You have done so much for Godric and this nest. I can't thank you enough."

My mind replayed my last conversation with Isabel over and over. We left Dallas a few days ago. Godric resigned as Sheriff and Isabel took over. From last I heard, Godric took residence up with Eric. I have been cooped up Jason's apartment while they dealt with Mary Ann. Sookie had put her foot down when I wanted to help.

My fingers tapped in frustration. Jason's place was a mess, but cleaning it up only took a few hours. Boredom etched at me which would eventually be the death of me. I sat for some time thinking about my future plans. Did I want to go to college and what for? Where should I get a job? Could I find my own place? How am I going to get anywhere without a driver's license, birth certificate, or a social security card? Coming up with no plausible answers at all, I groaned, tossing my arms up into the air.

I wasn't going to get anywhere sitting here.

Taking Jason's truck, I drove to Shreveport. Stopping at whatever places I could find that are hiring. I picked up ten applications. My options looked bleak.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Jumping a mile high, I was shocked to see Godric tapping on my window. He made his way to the other side, sliding inside.

"Hello, Lyssa."

"Godric, hey, whatcha doing? Or do you always stalk girls in your free time?" I stashed the applications in the glove box.

"Contrary to what you may believe, I was sent by Sookie. She left Eric a frantic voicemail that you had disappeared. Apparently, an angry mob broke into Jason's apartment. When they got there the truck was gone and believed that maybe you had left before the mob came. Sookie asked us if we could look around Shreveport. If you could drive to Fangtasia, we can contact Sookie and tell her that you are fine." With his directions, I pulled back into traffic. Godric leaned back in his seat, not bothering to use his seatbelt.

I turned on the radio, cringing when it was on the country station.

"I've never held a liking for country music either," Godric admitted, chuckling at my expression.

Leaving on an alternative station, a familiar song by Imagine Dragons filled the car. Godric appeared curious, slightly smiling.

"Alternative music is your favorite?" He asked shifting towards me.