He had been injured in battle, a nasty looking scar across his muscular chest. His tattoos had almost faded, together with his life, until she came.

He had been so wild and dangerous first, always snapping and killing humans accidentally when he feed from them, she always had to clean up his mess. He still remembered that day, controlled, he went to feed and came back to an empty house. Her pomegranate and roses scent was nowhere to be found. He had been desperate, destroying the house, as if she would be hidden in the walls, he felt a deep feeling of unease set on his heart.

It was the last time he saw her.

Now here he sat, his head on his hands, tears of blood running down his face as he missed his maker. He missed seeing her making her delicate flower crowns and always put on his head when he was distracted. He missed her smirk and her laugh. He missed thrusting his hard member inside of her and hearing her moans and mewls of pleasure. Tasting her blood. Tasting her. Loving her. Hearing her when she reached her peek.

"Jag älskar dig"

I love you.

"Jag älskar dig också"

I love you too.

How he missed her...

Now, he could feel the cold breeze on his face as he stood on the rooftop, waiting for the sun. He felt so tired of living without her. She had been his guiding light when he fell into the abyss of pain that was the guilt of killing humans.

" Can death die?"

He froze at her voice. Her sweet, calm voice behind him. Her voice, unheard by him for centuries. She spoke in perfect modern English. He breathed in deep, almost choking, if a vampire could choke.

Pomegranate and roses.

"Delylah?"

He turned, full of hope, his hard walls cracking, exposing his heart to his maker, that now stood in front of him, her curls blowing in the wind, her blue eyes tearing, one red streak crossing her cheek. She flashed to him, her fingers caught his blood tears.

"How..." - He started but she stopped him.

"Shh... Godric, I never wanted to leave...my Maker needed me urgently."

"He... fell in love and... well, he's not exactly a romantic person...He said he would keep me caged until I turned him into a 'perfect gentleman', he said and I quote. And he did." - She said almost sheepishly, a faint nervous smile crossing her face.

Surprinsingly, Godric let out a little laugh and threw his arms around her, pressing his face to her neck and kissing it, whispering.

"Never leave me again, please?"

"Never."

"How is this shit even possible?" - Eric Northman was almost jumping in the celling of how excited he was. He had finally met Delylah, his grandmaker. Good that Godric was not moping around anymore, Eric almost ripped all of his blonde streaks out of frustration for his makers saddness before she came back.

"Eric, language." - Sookie scolded him, making Delylah giggle lightly.

"Oh fuck me, woman! This is the best fucking day of my entire existence!"

Yes, Eric was worse then when he had lost his memory. But well, Delylah sighed happily, leaning into Godric's chest, feeling him kiss her head lovingly, this was home.