I'm back! Sorry this one took SO long! My laptop finally died and I've got to tell you, I do not mourn it one bit. I've finally got a new one! Hurrah!

Now, I have some bad news I'm afraid. I really stuggled finishing this chapter, so It might be a while before it gets updated. Sorry! I'm just waiting for inspiration to strike. Any suggestions etc are welcome =]

Also I've got a new story going called Mixed Feelings, which is being very selfish and hogging my creativity like a needy child. That may be the reason this one is kind of on the back burner for now. But as soon as I've got my new one out of my system I promise our favourite threesome will be back in business!

I hope you can forgive me! ^_^

Oh, by the way, about Sookie not inviting Eric and Godric in in the last chapter, lets all just pretend she did (Y) Mainly because I can't be bothered changing it.

Eric's plan, in short, was this: Hand over Sam Merlotte.

Sookie was not at all pleased by this idea, much to Eric's amusement.

Of course he'd given her the shortest possible explanation without digressing just so he could see that little crinkle of her brow, the angry shine of her eyes.

Once he'd had his fun, Eric explained his plan fully.

Sookie went to her dilapidated home and purposefully got herself captured by the Maenad. She found Maryann in her grandmother's wedding dress, Mike Spencer dancing around completely naked – which, by the way, she will never recover from – and Tara back under Maryann's influence. Why she had returned, and how she had escaped Lafayette's, Sookie did not know. As it turns out Lafayette was also there, wearing a bridesmaid dress. Of course.

Maryann decided Sookie would be the perfect maid of honour for her wedding and, after making her put on a beautiful white dress, she led the telepath out into the garden where Eggs held her still.

The commotion was crazed, people dancing and – ick – having sex in her garden as Maryann prepared to summon her Horned God.

"Maenad," she heard a voice call and everybody turned to see Godric holding a struggling Sam.

"Godric, what the hell are you doing?" Sookie shouted, putting her 'good acting skills' to use.

"I have your vessel." Godric said, voice slightly raised over the noise of Maryann's followers but still in the same calm tone, "I will give him to you in exchange for Sookie."

"No!" Sookie screamed, struggling with all her strength against Eggs' grip, "Godric, they'll kill him!"

"Give the dead man the girl, she has served her purpose."

Eggs dragged a struggling Sookie over to Godric while the vampire handed Sam to Maryann's familiars who tied him to a huge wooden frame. Sookie was crying, shouting for Sam, fighting against Godric's steel hold, and when Eggs plunged a dagger into Sam's chest and offered it to Maryann, Sookie took advantage of the distraction.

She ran over to the meat statue, picked up the ostrich egg that was sat in the middle, and threw it to the ground with unnecessary force.

"You killed our sacred egg!" Tara yelled with obvious anguish, catching Maryann's attention.

"It's not sacred!" Sookie practically screamed, her rage boiling and spilling over, "None of it's sacred! It's evil!"

She turned and put her hands on the meat atrocity, pushing with all her might. She felt the burning tingle once again and she tried to grab hold of it. Her hands glowed a soft white and the statue gave way, falling to the ground with a huge crash.

Maryann let out a roar of pure fury, charging towards Sookie, who took off running as fast as her legs could possibly carry her until she reached the right place where she stumbled and threw herself to the ground.

Now all she could do was pray they were fast enough.

The Maenad raised her clawed hand, ready to finish Sookie off when she heard a soft snorting, the slow, dull thud of heavy hooves. She turned to see a magnificent white bull. Her husband. Her God.

Maryann went to Dionysus, placing her hand lightly on his soft, leathery snout with a gasp.

"My Lord," she breathed out in awe, sobbing lightly with joy, "My love." she whispered before opening her arms to him.

The Horned God tilted his head to the side and without warning ran his horn straight through his Maenad.

"My Lord, I am the sacrifice?" she panted and gasped before the bull rammed into her again with his horn, pushing it even further through her, "Oh, yes. Yes. I am happy to die." she breathed, smiling. She was finally reunited with her love, her God.

The bull shimmered, changing, shifting into the shape of a man. Sam Merlotte.

"Was there no God?" Maryann asked in despair as Sam pulled her black heart from her chest and crushed it in his hand. The Maenad fell down, shrivelled and distorted and definitely dead. Sam threw her heart to the ground in disgust and it landed with a limp thud.

"Sam!" Sookie shouted, relieved, running up to the naked shifter half covered in the black substance that was Maryann's blood and threw her arms around his neck, holding on to him tightly. His clean arm came to rest at the small of her back.

"Hey." he replied as if nothing had even happened, it was just a normal day and he wasn't currently covered in Maenad blood after tearing out her heart.

"I'm so sorry! We couldn't think of another way! I'm so glad you're okay." she cried into his neck.

"I was happy to do it, Cher. We got rid of the bitch didn't we? And Eric kinda promised I wouldn't die or anythin'." he smiled down at her, wiping away her tears with his rough thumb.

"I'll get rid of this." It was Godric's voice and Sookie turned to see him picking up the body of the Maenad in Gran's ruined wedding dress.

"Thank you, Godric." Sookie said softly. The vampire smiled in response before disappearing. Sookie looked around the small clearing, her brow furrowing slightly as she asked, "Where's Eric?"

Eric sat on the porch swing, rocking it back and forth slowly, watching the humans milling around Sookie's lawn looking dazed and confused.

He felt tired – the shifter had to drink a little more of him than he had expected – but mainly what he felt was the need to get out of there. While he was sure there were many ways for Sookie to show her gratitude that he would enjoy very much, he wasn't used to thanks and he was certain it would make him uncomfortable.

Anyway, it was a bit of a ploy on his part, a way to get another of Sookie's close friends – her boss even – to drink his blood, get the mutt under his thrall and keep track of him.

It was going to be fun playing with the shifter after this. Straight men were always the most entertaining to tease.

Right now though, he needed to escape this place, and any warm looks that may be directed at him. Sookie might think him good after this. He couldn't have that.

Eric then thought of Godric. It might be good for his maker and his telepath to spend a little quality time together. A crisis is always a good catalyst for passion. Godric definitely needed some more excitement in his life, anything to keep him from thinking of ending it.

Eric made his mind up and took off into the air. This was a good opportunity for his maker to get to know Sookie a little better.

Godric had helped escort the disoriented crowd away from Sookie's house, not bothering to explain. Nobody asked him to. There was no ignoring the fact that Godric was blatantly a vampire and while the occupants of Bon Temps had gotten used to friendly neighbourhood Vampire Bill, any others of the nocturnal persuasion were thoroughly avoided.

"Eric and I will help you tidy this place up tomorrow night, if you like. It will be much easier for us to move that monstrosity out there for you than having humans do the job." Godric said with a tilt of his head to indicate the meat thing currently looming in Sookie's garden.

They were walking to the living room, a bottle of warm synthetic blood in Godric's hand, and Sookie nodded towards the couch opposite the armchair she folded herself into.

"Thank you, Godric, but you've already done so much for me. I don't want to be a nuisance."

"I can assure you, Sookie, I don't mind spending the night here tomorrow, not one bit." Godric replied in a smooth, low tone that sent soft waves right through Sookie. She squeezed her legs together in an effort to keep her scent from reaching him, though she knew it was futile.

In a desperate attempt to change the subject and stop Godric looking at her the way he was, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"How come Eric snuck off the way he did? I didn't get the chance to thank him for saving Sam. For saving all of us really."

"Eric can be confusing at times," Godric said fondly, successfully distracted by thoughts of his progeny, "He's more vulnerable than he lets on. Though, of course, you must never say such a thing to him. If you let him think you know of his humanity, he will go out of his way to prove he is a monster. It is a defence mechanism of sorts. Like a school boy, he taunts you because he likes you. It is his way. I think though you might just stand a chance at getting him to show his softer side. I hope for it. I know that part of him well, but it seems he is afraid to let anyone else in. Even Pam to an extent. He doesn't like to feel weak. He never has. Eric is from a time when men were men, when men went to fight, when they were the hunter gatherers who provided for the family, when they were gruff and harsh and settled things with their fists. It was simpler back then, everyone knew their place."

Godric spoke of Eric like a proud parent. She wondered why that didn't freak her out more. They're practically father and son, and they're lovers. But she couldn't bring herself to feel weird about that. The love they had for each other was absolute, unlimited. Pure.

"Well, Eric certainly makes it clear where people stand." Sookie replied, not really knowing what to say to the speech.

"Yes, he is upfront." Godric agreed with a soft smile, sipping politely at his drink, "He says what is on his mind, especially if what is on his mind is hurtful. Eric brings out emotional extremes in people. Nobody is ever indifferent about Eric Northman. Some love him, most hate him, but he always gets a reaction."

"That's for sure." Sookie mumbled to herself. Sookie felt a lot of things for Eric, and everything she felt, she always felt in extremes.

"He is a good man, even if he doesn't believe so. You should give him a chance, my love."

Sookie wondered about Godric. Did he like her? The way he looked at her sometimes, the way he used pet names for her, the way he purred his words, much like his child often did, told her yes, Godric likes her. Yet here he was, trying to persuade her of all Eric's good points. Practically trying to push her into Eric's waiting arms.

"Did he tell you to say that?" she grinned, receiving a grin in turn.

"He likes to point out his assets himself." Godric chuckled.

Don't I know it, Sookie thought to herself.

"How did you meet?" Sookie asked absently, a strange, intense curiosity burning inside her. She had never pried into Bill's background, maybe because he seemed to hate being a vampire so much, but with Godric – especially, for some reason, when it comes to Eric – she found herself pondering everything about them, wanting to learn who they are.

She had sort of expected him to brush her question off, as Bill had always done, but he didn't even hesistate.

"I saw him one night on the battlefield. I don't have to tell you how magnificent he is, but when he was fighting with such wild abandon, as if it didn't matter whether he lived or died, it captivated me. I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him, I would make him mine. As it was, the next night I found him mortally wounded, almost dead. I asked first, of course, whether he wanted to be my companion and when he agreed I felt a joy I had never before experienced. I was so worried he would say no and I would have to watch as he slipped away. I could never have turned him without his consent. As it was, he did care whether he lived or died."

Godric smiled, far away, lost in his memories of Eric when he was new. The vitality of him. He had taken to life as a vampire like a duck to water. Godric couldn't have asked for a better child.

"You couldn't have turned him without his consent?" Sookie asked, chasing away Godric's thoughts.

Is that some sort of weird vampire rule of courtesy I've never heard of? It wouldn't surprise her; Bill never told her anything about the vampire world.

"When I say I couldn't, I mean I wouldn't. There is little worse than being turned against your will, spending centuries with somebody you hate having complete control over you."

Sookie could tell he was speaking from experience.

She had already decided not to ask the question when she heard it sneak past her lips, "What was your maker like?"

Godric remembered, clear as if it were yesterday, his conversation with his child all those years ago.

"Tell me of your maker?" Eric asked as he drew lazy circles around Godric's naval, his head resting comfortably in the crook of Godric's neck.

"There is not much to tell. He is dead." Godric replied without emotion.

"What happened?" Eric looked up at his own maker, careful to mind his own business as soon as he saw he had crossed a boundary.

But Godric's expression didn't change in the slightest, instead he simply replied, "I killed him."

"He was not a good man. Nor was he a good maker or vampire. My biggest fear when he turned me was that I would become like him. For a while I was like him – an animal. That was what I had been taught. But I came to realise, eventually, that there was more to being a vampire than just killing."

Sookie felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't want to pry any further, but what Godric had told her had only sparked her interest.

"He's dead?" she asked, noticing the past tense.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

Godric heard Eric's voice rumbling in his mother tongue, what happened?

He gave Sookie the same reply he had given his child all those centuries ago.

"I killed him." After a long, pregnant pause he added, "I'd rather not talk of him now. He is not for a woman as beautiful as yourself to hear about." Godric's expression went from cold to hot in a split second, his desire showing clearly across his soft face.

Sookie smiled widely, pleased that Godric felt comfortable enough to tell her about his past but also relieved to have gotten out of the conversation.

"Now I see where Eric gets it from." Sookie giggled. The sound made the contents of Godric's trousers twitch.

He didn't say anything more, he could smell her desire, he could see the light in her eyes. He knew she wouldn't protest.

Godric was suddenly leaning over Sookie, effectively trapping her on the old armchair. Sookie could see the predator in him, just beneath the surface, wanting to be released. He was so fast.

He pressed his lips to hers softly, briefly, before pulling back to gauge her reaction.

Sookie sat unmoving at first, shocked by how forward Godric was. He looked barely seventeen and Sookie constantly forgot just long he'd been around. She looked at him and expected the awkwardness of inexperience, when he'd been alive a hundred times longer than she had.

Eventually, when the shock of his boldness subsided, Sookie's hands came to Godric's face, slid around the back of his neck and pulled him back to her.

Everything about him was soft. She should've felt weird kissing someone who looked so young, but she could feel the power rolling off him in waves, she could see his wisdom in the unfathomable depths of his eyes, and it didn't feel at all like she was kissing a seventeen year old.

And, wow could he kiss. After two thousand years that's probably to be expected, but she could feel her mind steadily turning to goo. His lips moved against hers perfectly, his tongue was gentle and slow, and it made a fire gradually flare up in Sookie's abdomen, in her chest, between her thighs.

He moved in closer and Sookie parted her knees so he could fit between them. His mouth became more fervent, the kiss more heated, and a soft moan came from Sookie causing Godric to growl; a low, deep rumble that vibrated through them.

She heard the click of his fangs descending and her womb clenched at the sound automatically, knowing what it meant. But Sookie stopped herself from tearing all of Godric's clothes off, even though she found it really, really difficult.

"Godric," she whispered when he released her lips, "I'm not sure this –"

Her voice was cut off as Godric nipped lightly on her earlobe, earning a quiet moan.

"I'm not sure this is such a good idea right now." she finally managed to say, breathless and not sounding at all like she meant it.

He pulled back from her and looked at her curiously, as if what she had just said was a complete puzzle to him.

Sookie laughed, she couldn't help it. He was so different to Eric, and yet so completely the same, it was comical.

"People don't resist your charms very often, do they?" she giggled.

Godric smiled a half smile which Sookie just wanted to kiss away. But she wouldn't. She wasn't a complete floozy.

"Not often, no." he admitted.

Try never, Sookie thought to herself.

"Thank you so much for your help tonight, Godric, and if the offer still stands, you moving that thing from my garden would be a huge favour. But I've only just met you really, and then there's Eric, and what happened with Bill, and I think it's all a bit much a bit soon."

Godric stood, took a step back and said, "Of course, Sookie. I apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable."

He didn't look embarrassed or hurt by the rejection, he just looked understanding, although not at all apologetic.

"Oh no, don't be silly, it's fine. I just don't think tonight's the right time."

Godric grinned at the implication.

He held out his hand to help Sookie to her feet, walked with her to her front door and gave her a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek before saying, "Goodnight, Sookie. I shall see you soon."

"'Night, Godric."

As soon as he was gone Sookie slumped back into her armchair.

"My stars." she whispered to herself, her body cursing her brain.

Sam woke up with a start at the tapping at his door. He silently thanked whoever it was, even if they were knocking at ridiculous o'clock in the morning.

That was one weird dream, Sam thought to himself, cringing at the thought of Eric slowly removing his shirt, and the fact that he had liked it.

He grabbed his robe, willed his erection down and, when finally composed, he went to open the door.

His heart stopped, then tripled its normal pace, hammering wildly in his chest.

"Hello, sweetheart." the cool voice sang, "Did I wake you?"

"Eric, wha –?" Sam stuttered, his voice breaking in his nervousness, "What the hell are you doin' here?" he finally managed to spit out.

Eric's gaze dropped slowly to take in the sight of Sam, his eyes holding a fire that was waking Sam's earlier excitement. When Eric had finally finished caressing Sam's body with his searing gaze he looked back up, Sam's breathing now a little faster, the bulge under his robe now a little more pronounced.

He didn't bother to answer Sam's question, instead he only said, "Are you going to invite me in?"

Sam heard the words, "Come in, Eric." It was his voice, but he was sure he hadn't said it.

He had no more time to think about it as Eric's lips were suddenly pinned to his, a cool tongue pushing in without waiting to be encouraged, a cool hand running through his hair, pulling it slightly, keeping him from being able to escape the attack.

And Sam found himself responding, pulling Eric closer, his breathing heavy and his length now harder than he'd ever felt it. The cold against his hot felt deliciously refreshing. A small moan came from Sam as Eric's lips trailed down his neck, the quiet click of his fangs extending making Sam jump slightly.

"Don't be scared. It'll hurt, but you'll like it." Eric whispered, his cool breath sending armies of goosebumps marching across Sam's skin.

Sam wondered whether he was talking about being bitten or something else.

Eric backed Sam up against the wall, pulling his robe open, and resumed kissing him, his fangs scratching slightly against Sam's bottom lip every now and then.

"Do you want me, Sam Merlotte?" Eric purred.

"Yes." Sam gasped without hesitation. God, he really did.

"Good." Eric whispered, his voice low and husky sending tremors through the shifter, "I've got you now, mutt. You'll never escape me. You won't want to."

Eric pulled Sam's head to the side harshly by his scruffy hair and sank his fangs deep into his skin. He was right, it hurt, but Sam liked it.

Sam shot bolt upright, his breathing heavy and incontrollable, a thin sheen of sweat covering his body.

"What the fuck?" he asked the room in general, his voice shaky.

He looked down to see his excitement, throbbing and begging for release.

"Shit."

I thought I'd give you a little bonus Sam scene, for waiting so patiently ^_^