When you came in the air went out

Victory

The Dallas nest was very different with Godric there. Or maybe it was because I now had Godric's approval and that counted far more than anything Eric could say about me. It probably helped that the Dallas sheriff continued to have me at his side, or close by, even after we had exited the FotS church.

His quiet insistence on keeping me close was equally flattering and unsettling. Eric's attention had always left me heated - for one reason or another. He was intense and focused and when his eyes were on me it's like he lit me up. Godric's attention left me cold and doubting. I knew I supposedly rescued him, but really I hadn't done that. Godric left the church willingly just as he had stayed by his own choice. Maybe I convinced him to leave by being human and helpless? Or maybe it was my desire to hurt and hate and see Steve Newton suffer that called him out of the basement to stop it. Eric certainly didn't want to stop anything, and I'd only encouraged him.

For whatever reason, Godric was keeping me close and my caution was increased by the fact he was not doing the same with Sookie.

The one occasion he left my side, Godric all but summoned Eric and told him to watch over me. After one of their significant and silent conversations, Eric took my hand and led me away. I think I only managed to close my open-mouth-of-shock when I realised Eric was leading me into a bedroom.

He didn't linger as I expected him to. No flirty comment, or threatening tone. Not even an offer to join me in the shower.

"Get refreshed, take a shower. One of us will come for you." And he was gone, closing the door behind him. By one of us I immediately knew that he meant him or Godric.

He was being so nice and compliant to Godric, and just so not Eric. Even more disconcerting was that I still had to remind myself to hate him. He had saved my life again (well, along with Godric anyway), and I once again pined for his behaviour to be black and white. It would be a lot better for me if he could be out and out evil. All the time. Then I would be completely and happily disgusted with him.

Once I had 'refreshed' myself, I was relieved that there wasn't a vampire waiting for me in the bedroom. There was a dress bag laid on the bed with a couple of clothing options. I thought maybe Eric had chosen them as many were very revealing. 

I chose a pair of leather-look pants and a slinky black top that was conservatively high at the front but almost completely open at the back. This was the most comfy combination I could make out of all dressy options available to me, and my aching body was all about comfort right now. It reminded me of the outfit I had first worn to Fangtasia. Maybe Eric had picked the clothes out. 

Just as I was considering the fact that there weren't any shoes, there was a quiet knock at the door and Godric entered without waiting to hear a response. 

"Alexandra" he said as way of greeting, I saw him look at me from head to toe before asking "I came to check on you, but are you ready?"

"Yes" I turned to take one more look in the mirror. There was no saving my drying hair, it was going to be a wavy mess. Although that might detract from the bruises and scuffs down my arms and the somewhat paler bruising from Eric's bite on my neck. I shrugged to myself  before turning back to him. "I don't suppose there are any shoes I could wear?"

He looked down at my feet and seemed to consider it. Without answering, he stepped out of the sandals that he was wearing, "I'm afraid not, but now we will both be bare" he gave a small smile, that I thought was too familiar for the little we knew each other. It made me pause and remember that I really didn't know him that well at all, and what I did know should make me cautious; he was Eric's maker and he was OK with dying the true death. I couldn't imagine a vampire like Godric had ever existed before. All this and now this small act of kindness made my mind spin.