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Doomed Love?
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Chapter Six:
Bringing back the dead
Godric had Brooke watched since the night at the bar. He knew he couldn't watch her forever but he also knew he couldn't do the alternative either. He had to keep Brooke alive.
Usually he done the patrolling himself although he had a sheriff situation he had to take care of and so far no one had bothered her. He had to keep her safe; he couldn't let her die; Brooke's gift was far too important at least that's how he justified it to himself.
"Pick up." Godric hissed into the phone as he reached Stan's voicemail for the second time. There was something wrong he could feel it; sense it. Even without the blood bond he knew Brooke was in danger.
He called Isabel next, "I need you at 24 Regal Street as soon as possible." Godric ordered before he ended the call. He had just made his ruling and the nest was clearing out.
Without a second thought he ran to Brooke's house using his vampire speed. It took less than a few minutes although as soon as he arrived he noticed it was too quiet as Stan's car sat empty across the street.
Within a second Godric had kicked down Brooke's door and found the culprit leaning over her limp body. Godric recognised him immediately. Zander was a member of his nest.
"Zander?" Godric heard the rage in his voice.
Zander stood to his feet immediately with a piece of Brooke's flesh hanging from his mouth. His clothes were soaked from Brooke's blood and it dripped down his chin.
He spat Brooke's flesh onto the floor and grinned, "Hey sheriff. Why are you wasting your time here?"
Stan rushed through the door and pinned Zander against the wall before Godric was able to answer or attack him. "Where were you?" Godric demanded.
"I was preoccupied." Stan's grip tightened around Zander's neck.
"She's good isn't she?" Zander asked as his lips curled into a smirk.
"Shut the fuck up." Stan growled.
Godric ignored them both and focussed on Brooke. She was lying in a puddle of blood and there was more still spurting from the gaping hole in her neck.
Godric rushed to Brooke's side and knelt in the growing puddle. "Do not let him go." Godric ordered Stan; his underling.
"Oh come on I ain't done nothin wrong. There's no law on killing humans." Zander hissed as he struggled to get free.
"No but Nan wants your fangs. You are getting in the way of some bullshit politics." Stan laughed at Zander's misfortune.
Godric bit into his wrist and ignored the slight pain. He feared the worst although he refused to let the thought cross through his mind a second time.
He held his wrist to Brooke's mouth but she had stopped breathing and her skin was starting to turn various shades of blue and purple.
"I need you to do chest compressions." Godric ordered Stan as he continued to drip his blood into her mouth. Godric couldn't bring a dead person back to life and he needed to get her heart to beat before his blood could start the healing process. She had gone from dead to worse within seconds.
Godric could have performed the CPR solo although Zander wasn't going to get far and he didn't want to take any chances with Brooke's life besides Isabel would be waiting and watching.
"What! I can't hold him and do that at the same time." Stan questioned Godric's order.
"Let him go. We will find him again."
"Godric Nan wants his fangs and she will take ours if she finds out we let him go." Stan kept his hand around Zander's throat.
"It's an order underling, NOW."
Stan huffed in annoyance and threw Zander against the wall as hard as he could before he began pumping Brooke's chest and cracks followed.
"Gentle!" Godric growled before he breathed into Brooke's mouth in time with Stan's compressions.
It took two minutes and five seconds before Brooke's chest started to rise on its own.
"Drink Brooke," Godric spoke urgently as he cut his wrist again and pressed it against Brooke's mouth although she didn't understand him or even know where she was and she kept her lips shut tight.
"Drink," Godric spoke louder although she just looked at him with her big brown eyes as if he were speaking a foreign language.
The few drops of blood that were already in her mouth would start healing her but Godric was worried that it wouldn't be enough. Just seconds ago she was dead and gone from the world for over two minutes.
"Brooke you need to drink."
Godric's command finally registered and she complied still dazed and confused.
"You're going to be okay." Godric held in his sigh of relief as Stan looked at him with anger and confusion.
"We will find him." Godric assured Stan.
"How? How the fu . . . How are we meant to find him?" Stan restrained himself from cussing at his sheriff.
"Surely you do not think I came here without a plan B do you?" Godric asked as Brooke continued to gingerly sip from his wrist.
Godric noticed the colour had returned to Brooke's skin and the hole in her throat was healed and Godric removed his wrist from her lips.
"What is plan B?" Stan asked as he stood to his feet. The smell of Brooke's blood was making him extremely hungry.
"Isabel." Godric smirked as Brooke layed still and stared at him. There was no pain and she felt fine although the dampness from her clothes was sending cold chills all over her body. Well from her pants mainly; her shirt was still ripped open and she blushed from her realisation.
"Of course," Stan shook his head in embarrassment for underestimating his sheriff but he thought Isabel was on some waste of time date with her human companion Hugo.
"I feel better now." Brooke spoke. Her mind was still catching up with her and it was like she was awakening from a terrible surreal dream.
"I will escort you back to my nest where you can clean yourself and dress in clean attire." Godric helped Brooke to her feet and tried to steer her out the door but she needed to see how much blood there was.
Brooke gasped in horror as she looked at the scene before her; she was completely lucid and wished her mind was foggy again. The carpet was soaked red and her eyes widened as her eyes fell on the piece of flesh she heard Zander tear from her throat.
Holly fuck! Brooke felt her pulse start to accelerate.
"I can't leave the house like this," Brooke watched Stan as he nodded at Godric before disappearing out of the house.
"I will have it cleaned; I have humans that clean up . . . Messes." Godric watched Brooke's face turn grim as she realised what he wasn't saying.
"What about Iris?"
"Iris is fine."
"Fine take me to your lair," Brooke tried to sound sarcastic unaware that lair was a term used by vampires. She needed to keep her mind preoccupied and denial was how she dealt with most things until it bit her in the ass and demanded her attention.
"We will need to take your car. I ran here." Godric smiled.
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