I felt like a vegetable. Unable to move or even think. All I could do was lay someone where and keep my heart rate steady. I had to stay elevated so laying down was a bad choice.
"I've never heard of vampire blood doing this," Isabel said sitting next to me keeping me company.
I sighed, "Me neither."
"It's almost dawn," Isabel said looking out the window.
I swallowed hard. Godric was still in the driver's seat of the car.
"I know," I answered.
"Eric hasn't returned to Louisiana yet," Isabel continued.
"Go figure," I replied popping up an eyebrow.
Isabel glanced over at me, "Two word answers?"
"Talking means I have to breathe. Breathing means I accelerate my heart rate. A fast rate means I'll cough. Coughing leads to wheezing which leads to blood," I said slowly to keep myself calm.
"So this is how your going to spend your last month? On the fucking couch?" Isabel asked.
"Either that or cut my time in half running around," I answered.
I placed a smile on my face, "Izzy… there's nothing I can do."
"Become one of us," she said.
I gasped as a flash back of Eric's death promises flared through my head. I coughed getting a small squirt of blood in my open hand.
"Even if I did become one of you, and I was healed, Godric couldn't drink fro me then," I said staring at the blood. "I'd be released that much quicker."
(OKAY, FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN, VAMPIRES ON TRUEBLOOD CAN'T DRINK FROM EACH OTHER OR I HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET. FEEL FREE TO YELL AT ME IF THIS IS FALSE.)
"Godric isn't the type of person to give up on a relationship so easily like humans do," Isabel said taking my hand in hers.
"Izzy… the divorce rate is at fifty percent… what makes you think we'll make it to our two hundred year anniversary as a couple?" I asked.
"Godric isn't like humans," Isabel said glancing down at the blood then back up at me.
"Help your self," I said. "And everyone that is a vampire keeps telling me that Godric is acting more human the more I'm around him."
Isabel licked the palm of my hand removing the blood from my sight.
"If I'm going to die in a month and a half I might as well make myself useful as an expiring blood bag," I said offering my wrist to her.
She pushed it out of her way and slapped me across the face with the same hand in the same motion. It didn't hurt as much as I was used to but I stung like a bee.
I rubbed my face looking over at Isabel. She wasn't the happiest camper at the moment.
"You still think that's all you are to us?" Isabel asked.
"To your kind at least," I answered. "Only a select few of you treat me relatively close to what I am."
She just stared a hole into me.
"I know I'm rare," I continued. "I know my blood is sought after nightly. It's like an orgasm in your mouth to vampires."
She was silent for a moment, "It's just… sad to think about. After all this time you've spent with Godric… and you still only think of yourself as his personal snack bar."
The words Isabel said hit me hard. It was the truth. After everything Godric and I had been through… even the sex… I was still just his amusement park with blood instead of beer.
Her eyes met mine, "He sees you for more than that… and I wish you could see it and feel it."
Maybe Godric and I were in love but it was only half full. His actions towards me were hollow. His eyes were filled with sadness. His touch was cold and remorseful. His kisses tasted like guilt. When we made love… I felt regret.
Godric knew he was only digging me deeper and deeper into an inescapable hole. Maybe he thought I was strong enough to live in that hole. Or maybe he just wanted me there so he knew where I was.
"I feel it, Izzy, believe me," I said feeling my eyes start to water. "I do."
I looked out the window seeing Eric talking to Godric through the driver's side window. Godric was talking but nothing else moved. He didn't even blink.
Maybe we were going through the same emotions together. I knew he felt how I felt and maybe he was thinking about it too. Maybe instead of acting on our love we should… talk about it.
"The connection between you and Godric is strong," Isabel said. "Don't let the power of it overwhelm you."
"Lacey," Godric breathed at the doorway.
Eric stood brooding over him. His arms were crossed and his glare made shivers run up my spine.
"You're scaring her… again," Godric said taking one quick glance at Eric before he came over to me.
"I'll come back later to frighten her some more," Eric said taking his leave.
Isabel left the room quietly. Godric sat next to me.
"He told me everything," Godric said looking dead ahead at the fireplace.
"Everything?" I questioned.
"He cares for you deeply, Godric," I said. "But in the end… he and I want the same thing… your happiness."
Godric stiffened, "And what if my happiness causes you pain? What if it means killing you so you can live with me forever?"
I sighed coughing slightly at the end, "A vampire that wheezes out blood sounds entertaining."
Godric turned to stare at me. His eyebrows were crashing together. My remark was obviously not funny.
"Well, it does mean you'll still be able to drink from me if you make me breathe really hard," I pointed out.
Silence answered me.
"Just trying to be positive," I said rolling my eyes playfully.
He shook his head. Whether it was a good shake or a bad one was hard to tell. I could only speculate it was a good one.
"Being a vampire in my world is still dangerous, Lacey," Godric said. "You're not truly immortal."
"And I'm not asking for immortality," I said. "Just you… being happy… with what and who you are with… or without me."
"You really want me to make that choice?" he asked sounding a little hurt.
"Whatever makes you happy," I answered. "I don't want you to fake it anymore."
A sharp knock came from the front door.
"At this hour?" Godric asked.
I got up. He tried to grab at me to sit back down.
"I could use the exercise," I said smiling.
"I need to go downstairs, the sun is out now," Godric said.
I opened the door seeing a far too familiar face.
"You're alive?" I asked with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.
"Yeah, cool right?" Freddy asked looking at his hands. "I'm practically famous to Steve Newlin."
"Speaking of whom, have you seen him? His wife is missing too," Freddy said thinking.
"Can't say I have," I lied.
I heard something then. Something sizzle.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
Yes, it did bother me that Freddy was still alive but I couldn't hide my surprise that he was.
The noise spiked then simmered. It sounded like bacon on the stove top.
"I'm here to tell you that I have a new dance partner," Freddy said flatly.
It felt like a punch in the gut. But if it was a punch to the gut, I'd be squirting up blood by now.
Nice, a replacement, perfect, I thought.
"With you being hunted by vampire's and all, I really didn't think you'd be as reliable anymore," Freddy said twisting the dagger in my back.
Or he is just scared he'll get hunted again, I thought with a smirk.
I looked passed Freddy trying to see where the noise was coming from. Unless leaves sizzle in the wind nothing was out there for a legitimate reason.
"Is Andre happy too?" I asked.
"I'm sure he'll be overjoyed once he meets her," Freddy said popping up an eyebrow.
Then I saw steam. The sizzle was definitely louder too. It rose off Freddy's shoulders like he just got out of a hot shower.
His face was a little distorted as his comfort level sank dramatically. He started to hunch over a little bring his shoulders up to his ears.
He chuckled lightly slowly lowering his face into his chest.
"Well, if we're done here, I think you should go," I said squinting in the sun.
Freddy laughed again.
Did I hear a hiss escape from his lips?
THE END. . . OF PART 1.
(YES, THERE WILL MORE THAN LIKELY BE A SEQUEL BUT F.Y.I I HAVE NOT SEEN THE THIRD SEASON OF TRUEBLOOD AS OF THIS PUBLISH DATE 10/22/10. I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL IT COMES OUT ON DVD.)
DISCLAIMER: I OWNED NOTHING IN THIS SERIES BESIDES LACEY JACKSON, FREDRICKSON GRANT, AND ANDRE.
THANK YOU TO ALL MY FANS AND REVIEWERS!