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Chapter 12: Legend in the Flesh

Godric had just ran into the living room when he saw a bright flash of light overcome his vision. He hissed, throwing up an arm to cover his eyes.

The beam quickly faded and he hurriedly looked for Harry. He couldn't see him. Where was Harry?!

"Harry!" he screamed.

Everyone was in shock. Each vampire and human looked around the room to figure out what happened. They had all seen the human walk in, with a bomb none the less. But everyone was fine. There was no explosion, no fire, nothing that harmed them.

"Urghh…." Someone groaned.

Each vampire's gaze pinned on the mortal on the ground near the entrance. It was the human with the bomb. Fangs could be heard clicking across the house.

Four of Godric's men quickly surrounded the mortal and grabbed him.

Godric couldn't care less about the mortal. All he cared about was Harry. He couldn't see him.

"Harry!" he called again, desperate to hear his voice.

Sookie's voice could be heard across the house, "He's over here! He's not breathing!"

Godric sped over to where the blonde was only to have his dead heart seize. He collapsed onto his knees.

Harry's form was all broken. Limbs were twisted in an unnatural angle, his neck snapped. Worst of all were the eyes. Those luminous green eyes once full of wonder and kindness were now empty.

Godric could only stare into those emerald orbs. All sound had faded, leaving only a dull hum. He did not even acknowledge his child who had rested a hand on his shoulder.

Everyone had crowded around them. Curious to see the human who had drawn Godric's attention. Whispers and questions were flowing around them. He heard none of it.

"Move! Get out of the way! Pup!"

Eric drew his gaze away from his maker to see the older dark-haired man who had arrived with the human push his way through the crowd. No easy feat for a human.

He ran up to the corpse and gathered the male in his arms. He took a stick out of his pocket and started muttering in Latin.

"What are you doing?" asked Sookie.

"Trying to save my pup, you idiot!" he snapped.

Sookie snapped, "I'm no idiot! I'm a lady!"

"I was a Lord back home raised with a number of ladies back home, and you Blondie are no lady."

"Its no use, he's already dead. His heart has stopped," stated Eric.

"He's not dead! I just got him back! I just need to mend the bones. Something. Anything. He's my pup." Sirius kept chanting.

Godric reached out his arms and took hold of the body. Slowly, with the gentlest touch he drew Harry into his arms. He stroked the soft raven hair with his hand while he cradled his love.

"Godric? Maker, he is dead."

Godric shook his head, "No, he's not. Harry just needs a minute."

Suddenly there were loud cracks that filled the air. Everyone in the room stared, amazed as they saw one by one the limbs of the corpse start to mend.

The body jolted up suddenly making many of the people in the room scream, both human and vampire.

Harry drew in a big breath of air, only to notice his neck was still broken.

"Godric? Do you mind?"

He shook his head. With the utmost care he placed his hands around Harry's neck and twisted. Popping the vertebra back into place.

Many winced at the sound.

"Pup!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Uh, note to self: Don't absorb bomb blasts. They hurt like a bitch."

"Pup, what the hell was that? You were dead!"

Harry looked up at Sirius, his face slightly panicked. "Um, maybe I didn't tell you everything back in the hotel room?"

Godric growled, "Hotel room?" He glared at the older man, he had no right to his Harry. Not when he finally had him back in his arms. He would have to go through Godric first.

Harry looked up, "Hi, Godric. Guess I didn't have a chance to introduce you two. Godric, Sirius. Sirius, Godric. I think you guys will get along well."

Godric grimaced, "I have no desire to speak with him. He's the competition."

Harry frowned, "Competition?"

"For your affections."

Harry and Sirius both paled and looked at each other.

One.

Two.

Three.

They burst out laughing. Harsh, gut-wrenching laughs that had Sirius dropping back onto the floor and Harry to fall off Godric's laugh to wiggle around on the white carpet. Tears were flowing from their eyes as they howled their mirth into the air.

Godric frowned and pouted when Harry escaped his hold. Obviously, he had missed something important.

Eric looked fucking lost.

So, did everyone else to be honest.

Harry's laughter finally ceased and he wiped his eyes with his hand. "Ah, I needed that. That was the funniest thing I have heard in over a century. Even if it was disgusting. Oh man, that is one for the books."

"I fail to see what is so amusing about this. Was he not the man you were looking for when we met?"

"Yes, he was. But what you don't seem to realize is that there is no romantic feelings between us. Godric, let me introduce you to the one and only Sirius Black. The ultimate womanizer, Marauder, winner of Witch Weekly's most sinful smile, owner of the one and only Hotel Camilla, and my godfather."

You could hear a pin drop.

Well, Godric thought, this was embarrassing.

"Oh," was all he could say.

"Pup, who is this? Since when do you associate with vampires?"

Harry guiltily started tussling his hair, "I think we should have a talk. Later. With less eyes."

The small group looked around them only to realize all eyes were still on them. Not even bothering to pretend they weren't eavesdropping.

Godric stood up, holding a hand out for Harry who gratefully accepted it. "We are no longer safe here. We should move somewhere else before sunrise."

Sirius nodded and put the wand away. "Agreed. And I am curious as to why you seem to be so close to my pup. Everyone here can stay the night at my hotel until we can make other arrangements." With that he stepped to the side so he could make a phone call.

"Agreed."

Godric then addressed the room. "Go to the Hotel Carmilla. Security will be in place."

"Eric, go with them. Make sure everyone is safe for the day. I will speak with you tomorrow."

Eric nodded and made his way past Harry. "It's a shame we couldn't have some alone time ourselves, Harry. Though it sounds like my Maker was having fun."

Godric growled, "Eric!"

He laughed and sped away.

Godric shook his head, turning to Harry.

"I am glad you are alright. I will deal with the human and the one's who sent him after the sun fades tomorrow. How do you feel?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, batting some of the dust off. "I'm good. You know I can't be killed."

Godric stared into his eyes, "You can still feel pain, Harry. Anyone who hurts you hurts me."

The raven haired man simply smiled and cupped Godric's cheek. Godric covered Harry's hand and let his eyes close at the feel of the gentle swiping of his thumb.

Harry whispered, "I am sorry I worried you, Godric. You know how I am, always rushing into situations before thinking. I just didn't want anyone to get hurt."

Godric chuckled, "You are still the same, Harry. But I am a thousand years old, I don't need to be coddled. I'm a big boy now."

Harry smirked, "Yes, my little Godric is all grown up."

Godric grinned cheekily before taking the thumb that was brushing his cheek into his mouth and proceeded to suck it.

Harry shook his head, "And you are even more of a minx. Come, let us go to the hotel. We have much to discuss before the sun rises."

With that Harry guided Godric out of the house. Thinking that he had a lot of explaining to do and knew of all the drama that would come the next night.

He can't catch a break, can he?

Break

The following night Sirius, Godric, Eric, Sookie, Bill, Isabelle, and Stan were in Godric's private suite being reprimanded by the biggest bitch on television.

Nan Flanagan, the bitch herself.

"Do you have any fucking idea of the PR mess you've made? And who has to fucking clean that shit up? Me. Not you, me."

The blonde older looking vampire was throwing a tantrum in front of the entire entourage.

Eric was trying to hold in his temper at the way she was speaking to him and his maker while Sookie and Bill were standing there giving off dead looks at what was happening.

Godric remained in the grand white chair and just let the blonde wear herself out.

You would think someone who was 800 years old would have some decorum, but to each their own.

"I should drain every one of you bastards," she huffed.

"Stan went after the church on his own. None of us knew anything about it," said Isabelle, crossing her arms and staring down the blonde woman.

She scoffed, "Oh, really? Because everyone who met Stan in the last 300 years knew he had a kink about slaughtering humans. But you, his nest mates, his sheriff, had no clue."

Stan piped up, "They were holding our Sheriff. It was our duty to get him back."

She turned around and stared down at the boy vampire. "Not my problem. All I know is that you created a PR mess with the humans who blabbed about a bomb, the Fellowship, and some magic man. This is all your fault, Godric. I will be sure to get the Authority to take your hide."

Eric rushed to her, "Don't talk to him that way. He is your elder and you shall respect him."

Nan rolled her eyes, "Let's get to the point. How'd they manage to abduct you?"

Godric calmly said, "They would have taken one of us sooner or later. I offered myself. Simple as that. It was my duty as the Sheriff of this region to protect the vampires who reside in it."

"That is ridiculous! The Authority already knows what lengths the Fellowship has undertaken to get a leg up on vampires. It is not your place to make these decisions. You are to sit there, like a good little boy, and look pretty. Your only Sheriff as a courtesy of your age. Your washed up, what ever happened to the famous Death? Seems like mere rumors to me. Boys, take him. He will answer to the Authority about his behavior." She gestured for the armed men to take him.

Eric snarled at charged at the men, taking down three at once. Another used a silver net to encase him, making him roar out, enraged.

The others all tried to help some taking the guards and the others rushing to Godric. Stan got stabbed in the heart by Nan as he snuck up behind her and Bill rushed Sookie to the far corner, caging her in.

Nan came up to Godric, still holding the stake used to kill Stan. Godric still sat calmly in his chair.

Sookie was screaming for everyone to calm down.

"That is enough!"

Everyone froze in place. Bill's face froze in a snarl looking over his shoulder. Eric's fangs were still bared with his hands outstretched as from trying to break free from the silver. Each of the guards were still. Isabelle was frozen in a crouched motion about to lunge at Nan. Nan was frozen in that sneer with the stake raised high.

Harry came through the door, quickly racing up to Godric and grabbing his shoulders.

"Are you alright? What happened?" Harry's voice raised with worry.

"She has deemed me guilty of causing a ruckus and to face the Authority for my poor decisions as Sheriff. Though it seems she felt herself capable of being my judge, jury, and executioner with the stake she holds in her hand. Rather foolish to think she could kill someone over twice her age. Can you get the net off Eric, my treasure? Its still hurting him." Godric's voice was pleasant, if anything he seemed amused by the scene in front of him.

Harry waved his hand and the net was off Eric, the guards were tied up with the net, and Nan was with them.

She snarled, "Who the hell are you?!"

Eric stood up, "I want to know the same. How did you do that?"

Godric stood up and held a hand up toward Harry.

"This is Harry Potter, creator of blood pops and every supernatural creature in the world. He is my friend, my brother, my father, and hopefully my soon to be mate. Though you might know him better as the Master of Death."

Harry groaned, wiping a hand down his face. "Godric, you know I don't like that title. You are your own person."

Godric grinned, "Whatever you say, Master."

Harry glared, "Your so mean to me."

The tongue sticking out of Godric's mouth was answer enough.

Eric was baffled. His Maker, the man who for so many centuries was lost in a sea of despair and depression, was teasing another. Someone he claimed as his master. When he had heard Godric address the raven in his home, he thought he was hearing things.

But apparently not.

"There is no one called the Master of Death! You will be executed for this you stupid blood bag!" screamed Nan.

Harry got his phone out and pressed a button. He waited a few seconds while Godric started playing with his necklace, teasing the skin around it and using the metal to stroke the flesh beneath.

"Roman."

Nan's eyes widened and she started to shake.

"Hello, Roman. Its Harry, would you please tell Nan that I am who Godric claims to be and that she will no longer be needed? I would do it, but I have other matters to attend to. I left the Authority with the responsibilities to control the vampire population, but obviously we should have a meeting very soon," said Harry.

"Of course, sir. Would you mind putting her on?" said Roman.

Harry passed the phone to Nan who tried to get a word in but it was obvious she was being fired.

And possibly killed soon. But who cares about the bitch?

Harry turned to Eric, "I'm sure this is a bit of a shock to you, but I promise we will talk soon. Have you made arrangements to get back to your area?"

Eric nodded, "Yes, Sookie and Compton will be joining me. Will you be with us?"

"No, Godric and I still have some catching up to do. We will keep you updated. I also sent you an email, read it and make the necessary arrangements."

Eric nodded and left the room, ushering Compton and Sookie out.

Harry turned to Godric and took his hand. "Come on, I want to show you something."

With that he apparated them out of the hotel, with Isabelle cracking her knuckles and Nan being none the wiser.

Break

Godric and Harry landed with a loud thump.

Surrounding them were trees, those thought to be long gone. The forest floor was filled with vegetation. The air was cool and pure, without the stink of oil and acid. There was a stream nearby, the sound of falling water seemed so familiar.

Godric looked around him only to snap his head toward Harry.

"Harry? Why have you brought us here? Here of all places?"

Harry stepped away from Godric slowly. The further he walked away from Godric the more confused Godric became.

"I brought us here for a reason. This here is the place where it all began. Godric, this is the place where we first met. I managed to keep this area a secret for centuries. I warded the area that was once your home, so it would not be tainted by urbanization."

Harry brought his hands to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it Godric's gaze grew heavy as he watched those small pale hands do what he wished to.

"I met you while you were still a young boy, you were so cute watching me where I bathed. You were so innocent, so full of life, and this is where I first grew to love you, me beloved Godric. My little chief." With that he had the shirt completely undone, but left it on so Godric could stare at the smooth milky skin.

Godric's voice was hoarse with lust, "Why have you brought me here?"

Harry smiled mischievously. "Come now, Godric. Isn't this what you have always wanted? I know what you wanted to do to me here. To take me, possess me, to mark me as yours. Well, here's your chance. All you have to do is one simple thing."

Godric purred, his eyes full and dark. "And what might that be, my love?"

Harry smirked, "Catch me!"

With that he ran off. His shirt laid on the ground. Abandoned by its nymph of an owner.

Godric prowled up to it, crouched down to grasp the dark material, and lifted it to his nose.

He inhaled the scent of the raven-haired man and moaned.

His eyes flashed open and smirked evilly. His manhood was already hard and leaking, straining his loose pants, desperate and wanting for the immortal who caused it.

"Then let the hunt begin, my Harry," he promised. "And when I catch you, you will never leave my side again. That I vow, my Mate!"