When you woke you found yourself in bed, laying between two vampires who were quite literally dead to the world. Despite that, you felt safe and loved. You smiled and took the opportunity to do inventory of your injuries. You seemed to be fully healed. At the very least you were a damn sight better than you'd been when you passed out. You spared a second to wonder if you would have survived had Godric not been there to give you his blood.

You turned to face the vampire in question to find him laying so he faced you. You trailed a finger down his face to trace his profile. A ghost of a smile curved his lips. It must be nearly sundown which meant you needed to get ready for the night.

You climbed over Eric to get out of the bed and pressed a kiss to his cheek on your way by. His hand brushed your leg. A glance at the clock confirmed that sunset wasn't far off. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand where it was charging and headed into the bathroom to clean up. You scrolled through the texts from your father as you turned on the shower so it would warm up. "Shit," you said as you read his latest text. Nan Flanagan would be here within the hour. God, you hated that bitch. Your father called her a necessary evil.

You responded to let him know that you were awake and healed. You also provided a summary of the events and who was responsible before Nan got his ear. After tossing your phone on the counter, you climbed into the shower and scrubbed yourself clean which took longer than you liked. Only when the water ran completely clear did you shut it off. When you got out, you wrapped yourself in one of the robes on the back of the door.

The bed was empty when you opened the door to go back into the bedroom. You quickly dressed in a pair of black jeans with a red top and your boots. You fixed your hair as best you could without drying it. You simply didn't have the time. When you left the bedroom, you found Eric and Godric both waiting for you along with breakfast.

Eric was by your side in a flash. "How are feeling?"

"Good, thanks to the both of you." You hugged him and gave him a quick kiss before releasing him to eat.

"Hello, Godric," you greeted with a smile. He merely smiled in return. "When are we meeting with Nan?"

"How did you...your father," Eric said. "Ten minutes."

"She doesn't know I'm here. Don't tell her."

"Are you not planning on attending?" Godric asked with a frown.

"Oh, I am, but if she realizes I'm there she'll be on her best behavior. I'd rather catch the bitch causing trouble."

Eric chuckled. "Should I even ask how you intend to keep her from seeing you?"

You pursed your lips. "Probably not." You finished your breakfast and ducked back into the bedroom to grab your necklace. You slipped it on and smiled at the other two. "All right. Just don't talk to me until I speak and we might be good to go."

The amulet you wore had been gifted to you by a witch. It didn't disguise you or anything, it simply made it more likely you'd be overlooked. The three of you arrived at the room where the meeting would take place. You stood along the wall in the shadows and kept your head down. Sure enough, Nan came into the room and her gaze moved right over you without pausing.

You smirked and pulled out your phone to hit record in case there was an issue later. Nan lied like it was crucial to her survival. Your father claimed that's what made her so good at PR. He probably had a point. She didn't give anyone a chance to say anything before she started in.

"Do you have any idea of the PR mess you've created? And who has to clean that shit up? Me. Not you. Me. I should drain everyone of you bastards," she spat out. You rolled your eyes. As if she had the authority.

"Stan acted on his own. None of us had anything to do with the attack on the church," Eric said.

"Oh, yes, because no one could have possibly predicted that Stan Baker would attack humans. Especially not his nest mates."

"And how were we supposed to know that this time he meant it?" Isabel defended.

"Not my problem. Yours," Nan said with a lifted brow and a glare at Godric.

You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at the back of Nan's head. Why was she always such a raging bitch? Couldn't she talk to anyone with respect? And if she knew that Stan was a threat, why didn't she take care of it? Her logic was flawed, as per usual.

Eric was apparently done with her shit as well. "Don't talk to him that way."

"Don't talk to me that way. Do you enjoy being Sheriff? Because I can take it all away." The arrogance in her voice pissed you off more than anything. Well, that and she was threatening your mate.

His lip curled in irritation. "You don't have the authority."

"I'm on TV try me." She turned her attention to Godric. "How did they capture you?"

Godric's gaze flicked to you and back to her. "They would have caught one of us eventually. I offered myself." Oh, and didn't that make your heart hurt. You suspected, but to hear him admit to it was too much. Eric's face reflected your own thoughts.

"Why?" the bitch asked in disbelief.

"Why not?" your friend responded.

"They wanted you to meet the sun and you didn't care?"

Godric simply stared at her without responding. Finally, Nan scoffed. "You're fired."

"You cold bitch," Eric responded while Isabel tried to get Godric to fight for his position. You glanced at your phone and pressed an icon before sliding it back into your pocket.

"Listen, Viking—" she started until you stepped from the shadows and interrupted.

"Stan Baker was to blame for the attack on the church," you said and Nan's eyes went wide as she paled ever so slightly. Her gaze moved from you to where you'd been standing and back. She was wondering how the hell she had missed you being in the room. "He was killed in the subsequent attack on Godric's private residence. The Authority was aware of the danger Stan posed and had already ordered his execution. The order unfortunately could not be carried out prior to the attack."

Her jaw was tight and her eyes were cold. She didn't like you any more than you liked her. "That's your failing, not mine. Someone needs to take the blame and as Sheriff of the area, Godric is the best candidate."

You took a step forward and narrowed your gaze. "You are a glorified mouthpiece. You don't get to throw someone under the bus to make your job easier. The fucking humans don't know about all this shit anyway. You're supposed to find the truth, not make it up as you go along. You don't get to decide if people live or die. You don't get to threaten to take away someone's territory for defending themselves or someone else. If you weren't such a power hungry, raging bitch maybe they wouldn't have to."

"You don't even work for the Authority anymore," she said, but she sounded unsure. "Why do you care?"

"Because you're not doing your job, Nan. I literally moved from area to area to make sure everyone was doing their job. What makes you think you can get away with it if no one else can? Because there's no one to dispute you? No way for anyone to tell the Authority what you did? And if they could why would they believe them over you, right?" You pursed your lips in thought before shaking your head. "You're abusing your position. That pisses me off. It pisses me off even more when you do it to my friends. So, here's how this is going to go. Godric, without admitting any culpability, resigns his position as Sheriff and will be relocating to Louisiana. Isabel will take over as Sheriff. She's level headed and had nothing to do with any of this."

She stood then, fists at her sides as she glared at you. Eric and Godric both stood as well, taking position behind you and to either side. "Who do you think you are? You can't dictate to me."

The corner of your mouth lifted into a smirk as you pulled out your phone. "You're absolutely right. But he can." You handed her the phone and her face twisted into confusion. When your father started to speak her eyes darted back up to meet yours. She didn't speak, only handing you the phone when she finished. You slid it back into your pocket.

Her eyes never left you though she spoke to the room as a whole. "Stan Baker is responsible for the attack on the church which caused the subsequent bombing. Godric holds no blame for any of the events that occurred. His resignation is accepted as is his relocation to Louisiana. Isabel Beaumont shall report to the king of Texas to be sworn in as the new Sheriff."

She walked past all of you and out of the room. Once she was gone, everyone looked to you. Godric turned you to face him and laid a hand along the side of your face. "How did you accomplish that, little one?"

"I would like to know that as well," Isabel echoed.

Eric smirked andplaced a kiss on the top of your head. "She is Y/N. That is all you need know."

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A/N: Godric and the roof are the next chapter. 👀👀