"How long has it been since you fed?" Eric asked Godric.

"I require very little blood anymore," he responded, looking rather annoyed. "You sent a human to rescue me?"

Eric wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his side. "I had little choice. These savages mean to destroy you."

"I know what they had planned." Again, that little voice spoke up in the back of your brain that they couldn't have taken Godric and held him without him allowing it.

"You should eat," you told him and nudged Gabe's leg with your foot.

He simply looked at you with a bored expression. "He would have raped your mate and the human," he said without even turning to Eric.

A second later, Eric broke Gabe's neck then proceeded to glare at the body in fury. Suddenly, an annoying alarm and a flashing blue light caused you to jump as it startled you. "Shit."

"Get them out of here," Godric demanded of his progeny.

"I'm not going anywhere until—"

"Now. I can take care of myself. Spill no blood on your way out."

"Why do you always have to ruin all my fun?" you pouted. You managed to catch his smirk before Eric herded you and Sookie toward the stairs. When you reached the top, you and Eric peered around the doorframe while Sookie hung back. Several men were rushing around mostly armed with stakes. "Where the fuck did they all come from? They're like cockroaches."

Eric huffed a laugh. "I could have us out in seconds."

"Not without killing someone you can't. You heard Godric."

He growled low in his throat. "Stay here."

"What's he doing?" Sookie asked as she came out to stand with you.

You shrugged. "Hell if I know."

He slumped forward trying to make himself look more human, less intimidating. You snorted. Like that was even possible. "Um...excuse me, sirs, but uh, Steve sent me over to uh man the exit here so I've got it from here."

What even was that accent? You laughed again knowing Eric would hear though the humans would not.

"By yourself? I mean, you're big and all but there's a vampire running around," one of them said, looking uncertain. "Where's your stake?"

"Oh, golly. I knew I forgot something. Could I, uh, borrow yours?" Eric asked. You prepared to sprint to his aid at the first sign of trouble.

"I don't think so, man. Get your own."

As Eric prepared to glamour the man into handing over his weapon, one of the others moved around him. It was obvious he didn't trust a word coming from Eric's mouth. "Stake!" you yelled as you moved from the doorway.

Eric turned too quick for your eye to follow and knocked away the man trying to kill him. He did the same to one of the others, while you shoved the third into the wall with a hand on his chest. His friends ran off when you did so. So brave. Eric snatched the stake from his hand and tossed it aside. He cracked open the front door to see a mass of men headed in your direction.

"Those arrows are wood, you'll never make it through," the man you had pinned said.

"The sanctuary," Sookie said.

Eric glanced to you and you shrugged. You had no idea if you could get out that way or not. You were guessing not but you sure as hell weren't getting out the front. The three of you moved into the sanctuary, your hand firmly ensnared in Eric's. "Where's the exit?" he asked.

"Back there," Sookie said, hurrying a bit so she could show you the way.

Then Steve Newlin appeared with a smug smile. "There are several exits, but the easiest one takes you straight to hell." As if he'd coordinated it, the door behind you opened at that exact moment to admit some of his 'holy' army.

"Fuck," you spat.

"You're in God's house," one of the men in the group behind you said.

"Whatever you got to tell yourself, buddy," came your easy reply. God had nothing to do with what they had planned.

"Let us go," Sookie cried. "Save yourselves."

You glanced at her. You had a lot of faith in Eric and yourself, but you were surrounded by about thirty men at the moment. There were limits. And you had no idea if Godric would help at this point. "She's right, you know. You really should let us go."

"The war has begun you evil whore of Satan," Newlin said, stretching his arms out. "And the vampires started it by killing my father."

This guy was such an asshole. "I'm going to have to stop you right there, reverend. I'm the evil whore of Eric, not Satan. Just thought I should clarify."

"Really?" Eric muttered beside you.

You shrugged. You might as well go out laughing.

"Well then, you won't mind dying beside him," Steve snapped, that creepy smile still in place. You didn't bother to tell him you didn't intend to go out any other way.

"The vampire you were holding got away," Sookie said in an effort to save you. "He'll send help."

Steve shook his head. "I don't care about Godric. Any vampire will do and we have one right here."

Eric tried to release your hand, but you were stronger than you looked and kept hold of him as he stepped forward. He looked up at your captor.

"We will have a holy bonfire at dawn," he announced.

Eric turned his attention to you as you gripped his hand harder. He reached down and pried your hand from his. "I will be fine."

You clenched your teeth as he stepped forward, every instinct you possessed telling you not to let him go. You hated this, but the only way you could escape was to wait for the right moment and this wasn't it. So, you let him go.

You stood your ground while he laid on the altar and allowed them to lay silver chains across him pinning him down as you kept from crying out at the echoing pain in your own body. You ignored Sookie while she yelled at you and asked why you weren't doing anything. You swallowed your protests when Eric offered himself in exchange for you, Sookie, and Godric. And you ignored Newlin announcing you would be tied to the stake to burn with Eric because you were a traitor to the human race.

Then your salvation came in the unlikely form of Jason Stackhouse and a paintball gun. Just the distraction you needed. He shot Steve in the head, a green splatter coloring his pale skin. His 'solidiers' fell back, confused. They apparently couldn't function without Newlin telling them precisely what to do. "I'm not human, asshole," you said as you hurried past him to take the chains off Eric.

Eric grabbed Steve by the throat and slammed him into the floor. Sookie was yelling, telling him not to kill the reverend while Jason was telling him to do it. Your gaze found the male Stackhouse to find him being held by several men. What the hell was he even doing here? You really missed your gun.

Then Steve himself starting in, encouraging Eric to kill him and make him a martyr. You rolled your eyes and kicked him in the temple to knock his ass out. Eric released him and stood. Before either of you could say anything to the crowd around you, you heard the distinct sound of vampires moving. You exchanged a glance with your mate as you reached out and pulled Sookie into your side.

The sanctuary doors flung open to reveal Stan fucking Baker flanked by several vampires who quickly moved into position around the room. "Steve Newlin, you have pushed us too far," he announced.

He was such a fucking drama king. "He can't hear you, jackass. I knocked his ass out."

"Be that as it may, we're not going to sit around while he plans to kill us. We'll kill them first. Just like we killed his father," Stan said, shifting his weight like he was in an old Western prepping for a gunfight. He dressed like it, too. "Kill them all," he ordered.

The vampires swarmed forward to select their victims. Just before you could take control on behalf of the Authority, a voice rang through the room. "Enough." Everyone stopped and looked up to see Godric standing on the wall of the balcony above you. You could almost see the irritation and disappointment rolling off Stan.

Steve stirred beside you and pushed himself up on his elbows. Godric looked down at him. "Reverend Newlin, we do not have to be at odds. I will make the first move by promising there will be no violence against you and yours. Will you join me and make the same promise?"

"I will not make deals with sub-humans," he announced as he got to his knees. He looked up at Eric. "Kill me. Do it. Jesus will protect me."

"Shut up or I'll kill you," you told him. "Then you won't be a martyr. You'll just be an asshole that pissed off the wrong person."

Eric chuckled then you both turned as Godric flashed between you and picked the reverend up by the back of his neck. "Good people, who of you is willing to die for this madman's ideals?" No one stepped forward. "That's what I thought." He released Steve and let him fall to the floor. "There will be no bloodshed here. Go home."

Once the humans dispersed, Godric stepped forward and glanced at the vampires. "Come." Stan stepped forward trying to push his agenda and Godric just stared at him. "I said come."

Jason ran over to hug Sookie while Eric turned you to look you over. "Are you okay?"

You nodded and held up your wrist. "Better than you. Drink."

He didn't even bother to protest and accepted your offering to heal him from the silver. The Reverend Newlin was still crumpled on the floor beside you crying for everyone to come back and not leave him. Idiot. You glanced from him to Jason. "Jason, thank you for the rescue, but the Fellowship of the Sun are not good company to keep."

"Yeah, I know. I see that now. I promise."

You studied him for a minute before giving him a nod. "Let's get the hell out of here," you said as you grabbed your mate's hand to drag him out the door.