194Color Spectrum
By Nameless Fable
Warning #1: my OC is going to be a pure mixture of myself and a friend… so there will be cussing, drinking, smoking, and then some. People are going to be out of character here, which includes Godric. #sorryNotsorry ;D
Warning #2:I'm positive that I have butchered the Swedish language again, I'm sorry to all my Swedish readers if I am cussing you or your mothers out, I blame Google Translate. So please try not to lynch me. :D
Song(s) for the Chapter: Dark Star by Jaymes Young, You're Mine by Disturbed, Bloodspot by Raleigh Ritchie, and Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums by A Perfect Circle (Ya'll should listen to them while reading this-just saying.)
Disclaimer: I own Winifred and anything you all don't recognize from the show. I'm just playing with CH and Ball's toys. I promise to put them back once I'm done. ;)
Important AN: This is going to be extreme ooc for Godric. It's going to be dark, and obsessive. Godric is either going to creep ya out or wet your panties. ;) He isn't going to be the same typical saintly character that we know and love. Why? Because this is fanfiction. As in…It's my story and I'll write it any way I fuckin please. :D
Now that we got that out of the way….
Here's a Godric point-of-view chapter for ya'll!
You have been warned! ;D
He had been sitting in the basement, contemplating all the reasons why he should end his life. Both of his children were old enough and were now living their lives separate from him. They didn't need him anymore. He was confident that his underlings would be fine in his absence; he knew that Isabel would be Stan's conscience and reasoning while Stan would be Isabel's backbone and will. If those two could ever get over their differences that was. A small smile formed on his face thinking of those two. They had been dancing around their attraction to one another for a good century now. He had lived for over 2,000 years and he thought it had been enough. He had seen and witnessed enough to know that there wasn't anything new and worthwhile around anymore. He was tired of existing, tired of being what he was.
Godric had grown bored and weary.
That was until she came along.
The smell of blood had slapped him in the face and made him curious as to who the being was that owned that aroma. Curious enough that he made his way from the basement and followed it till he made it to the balcony that overlooked the worship hall. He could hear the commotion that was going on downstairs but he couldn't bring himself to care. Godric knew his childe could take care of himself and the human. He was confident that Eric wouldn't need his help in this. He stopped as he looked around. The scent was strong here but there wasn't anyone around.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Godric had been ready to end his life when he first smelled her. After thousands of years of this earth he had never smelled anything quite like her. Her scent reminded him of his long forgotten years as a boy in his village. Her scent was likened to the valley of his childhood after a thunderstorm. It was like she was made of spring and rain.
Curiosity had gotten ahold of him it would seem.
He had to find the owner of that scent.
"God, it's me; Freddy. Look, I know that you and I have had our differences in the past, but look, I'll cut ya a deal; I promise that if you get me the fuck outta here, I will never masturbate on Sundays ever again! Just please get me outta here!"
Ah. There she was.
He looked up at the air vent with pleasant surprise. He had not been expecting that. Judging at the size of the vent, he was surprised that she could fit and move around. Her plea for help brought a small smile to ghost his lips. Her bargaining with deities was entertaining, especially with what her bargaining chip was. If he was her God he would never ask her to deny herself pleasure. Never.
Her voice reminded him of honey and sunlight, it was warm and sweet. Pure. He could tell she was young in her odd mixture of soprano and alto. Judging by the twang in her voice he knew she was from the south, Louisiana or Mississippi would be his guess. He could listen to her forever. He wanted to. This in itself shocked him and brought his curiosity to an all-time high. He had never encountered a being that pulled him in such as this young girl did. Not even his childe Eric.
He was brought out of his inner musings when the smell of her tears overcame his senses. No, he could not have that. Using his gift, he flew up to the air vent opening. He could hear her sniffling as the smell of her tears became stronger. This would not do.
"Girl, why are you crying?"
He was met with silence. Did he scare her? He hadn't meant to frighten the delectable creature; all he wanted to do was stop her incessant crying. Two centuries ago he would have enjoyed her tears but not now.
"You would be crying too if you were stuck in a damn air vent!"
He could hear the pout in her voice and he could picture her stomping her feet in protest, if she could at that moment, just like a child. The thought of her comparing the two of them brought a small laugh from his lips.
"Ah, but Lilla flicka, that's the difference between you and I. I would never be in an air vent, let alone be found crying in one." He replied, amusement dripping from his voice.
"Look pal, I've had a really shitty day and the last thing I need right now, is for some asshole to be getting his kicks off of my misery! Now, can you either please help me get out of here or kindly step the fuck off?"
He heard her hit the duct in frustration and her scent spiked due to her ire. That brought a smile to his lips. His little southern belle.
That fire.
He wanted it.
It had been a very long time since anyone had spoken to him like that. Those who had, usually met the end of his fangs and the true death. With her, it provoked a part of himself from its slumber, a part that he had thought he had buried a long time ago.
The beast inside him lifted its head at her challenge. In that moment he decided he would answer it. He rushed over to the vent opening as he gazed up at her for the first time. She moved her hand away in surprise.
Bright and unorthodox. She was a siren of kaleidoscope colors and he was enthralled. He stared at her for a moment and found that he could memorize her features for decades. Centuries even. Her hair was a collection of blues, greens and purples, gathered into two low pig-tails that hide her ears and the tips touched just below her collar bone. She had light brown eyebrows that were arched and slender.
Just like her scent of spring and thunderstorms, her wide and slightly slanted eyes were a fusion of light blues and dark greys that burned him with their fire. He didn't like the fact that she hid those eyes behind a pair of glasses that were framed in black and blue. She had a delicately straight nose that up-turned slightly at the end. Combined with her small pointed chin, they both worked to give her playful fairy look about her. On her cupid's bow, she had a piercing he was not familiar with; a large diamond stud sat just above her lips, bringing his attention towards her mouth. Her lips were sensuously full and he noticed her lower lip was slightly larger than the top, giving her an almost pouting look about her. She had sculptured rosy cheeks and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting her blood. The thought shook him to his core.
Had it really been that long since he last fed?
Everything about her called to him, drew him in. In less than 5 minutes this simple human girl did more to him then the centuries of women and debauchery had ever done. He wanted to know her, use her, tame her, bite her, fuck her, possess her, claim her, comfort her, care for her. Own her. Love her. It was in that startling realization, when both beast and man were in agreement, did he understand what she was to him.
His mate.
His everything.
Never had he thought he would ever find his mate. Not in the millennia he had walked this earth and especially not in the air vents of the bigoted church he was using as part of his suicide. It was ironic that he would finally find his one true meaning for life right when he was finally ready to end it all.
But end it no more.
Oh no, not when he had finally found her.
Come hell or high water, she would never be free of him now.
2,000 years was a very long time for one to be without their mate. He found himself contemplating all the ways he could claim her. Would it be acceptable for one to outright take their mate? He knew that until recently, it would have been fine but customs have changed in the past few centuries. In his time as a human all one had to do was present the head of the female's house some livestock and maybe a few baskets of produce to show good intentions and she'd be his with no arguments. But now? He wasn't sure how he should go about the whole ordeal.
He couldn't just take her, oh no, that would be unseemly, given this day and age. He couldn't bribe her family into giving her to him; women now had rights that they didn't have even a century ago. He could claim her but as a human, she wouldn't understand what all that entailed. He would have to court her-but how? Even as a human he had never seen the need to tie himself to another like that. He had been more concerned with surviving his master and his cruel attentions.
Courting in this era confused him. Women were more concerned with their careers and being independent.
Should he glamour her?
No. That wouldn't do. He wanted his woman to be filled with fire, not act like some robot. He would rather stake himself with silver than to turn her into his slave. Blackmail and bribery however…
"And what will you give me?"
"Huh?" This must have thrown his female off. Good. He wanted her on her toes. Confusing her and keeping her off guard would be better for him for now. He imagined if she knew what his intentions were she would run at the first chance she got- and he couldn't have that.
He wouldn't have that.
If he had his way, she would be claimed and bound to him before the end of the night.
"I said; 'What will you give me', if I decide to get you out of there." He replied with a smirk.
'Yes lilla flicka, what will you give me?'
"Dude, I'm fucking trapped in a god damn air vent! Does it look like I could give you anything?" She growled at she kicked the tunnel in frustration.
'That's where you are wrong lilla flicka.' He gave a small chuckle.
"Of course you can't in there; I am asking, what will you give me once you are free." He stared at his little human hungrily. He could practically taste the thunder on her skin. It was intoxicating.
"Give you? GIVE you?! Look here, Mr. Douche, I'm just a waitress from a bum-fucked town, it's not like I'm rolling in cash to give ya! I don't have anything!"
He smiled. That fire. Oh yes, he would enjoy the many years it would take to tame that fire in her. He couldn't wait.
"Ah, that is where you are wrong. There is always something to give, lilla flicka."
'Give yourself to me.'
"Like what? The soul of my first born?" She snapped back with a snort. The very thought of another male with her made his blood boil. It was as if his blood was made of the sun. A wave of territorial anger washed over him and if it wasn't for the many years of self-restraint, he would had snarled and made it very known to all just who she belonged to. She was his and only his. He would destroy all who dared to touch her. He stared up at her as he tried to reign in his beast. It wouldn't do to scare her off. Something told him that his little woman hadn't had a lot of experience with men, let alone vampire men.
"I don't have anything to give you, just please get me out!" She begged, shaking her head.
'This will not do.' He thought with a tsk. It seemed he would have to push his female in the right direction. He glided away from the opening, just enough to where she couldn't see him anymore.
"Then I guess there's nothing to be done, child." He spoke quietly, holding back a smile.
'Any moment now…' He could hear her push at the vent opening. A smile grew on his face. His little mate was a fighter. Good. He looked forward to their fights for dominance. He had a feeling that she would fight to the very end. He had to wrestle the urge to let his fangs out at that thought. Oh yes. He was definitely looking forward to their many nights together.
"What the fuck man! Please, I need out, my sister needs my help!" The southern twang in her voice grew as she voice started to tremble. He could smell the salt of her tears. Oh no. His mate shouldn't cry. The beast roared with rage inside him. What kind of mate was he to make his female cry? He rushed back to her, staring up at her. She had her hands shielding her face.
Feeling his presence, she removed her hands and stared down at him through the vent. He was drawn to her eyes. They were electric blue, swimming with tears. He wanted to lick them from her face…among other things. Feeling his desire for her grow, he pushed on with his plan.
"I ask again; what will you give me lilla flicka?"
'Give yourself to me. Give yourself to me.'
"Alright, just give me a sec," She said with a sniff. He could hear metallic thuds as she maneuvered around in the small tunnel and again he was amazed at the thought of her managing to fit in there.
His small little mate. He had to fight the urge to lick his lips.
"Okay, I have 32 bucks on me but I have about 400 in the bank. Get me out and I'll give it all to you."
Ah, money. The oldest trick in the book. He had to laugh at her antics. He wondered about what she would do when she learned that he was the second wealthiest vampire in the nation- second only to Edgington in Mississippi. Trivial things such as money tends to build up when one reaches his age.
"Pocket change? Is that the best you can offer me, child?"
"Well, I also have a pack of gum but something tells me that you aren't a gum connoisseur." She muttered with a glare. A quiet laugh escaped his lips. The mouth on her. He could think of a few things he wanted to do and chewing gum wasn't one of them.
"You would be right lilla flicka. I have no interest in gum, or money for that matter. Surely you can do better than that?" He asked with a grin. His little mate went quiet, lost in thought. Ah. Here it was.
'Give yourself to me. Give yourself to me. Give yourself to me.'
"Let her go fuckwad!"
Her attention was ripped from him and he found himself withholding a snarl. How dare that insignificant little worm take what was rightfully his! She should only focus on him; he was her mate after all. The only man made just for her just as she was for him. He found himself craving to bathe in that man's blood and present his kill to her. Her attention should be on him and only him.
This would not do.
"I will not ask again, lilla flicka." He bit out. Her head snapped back to him as their eyes met yet again. Good. His mate's interest was back on him.
'Giveyourselftomegiveyourselftome.'
"Alright! I uh…I'll um…okay, I'll give ya…"
'Yes…' He nearly hissed with anticipation as he leaned in closer towards the vent.
"Kill him! Kill the mother fucker!"
He almost groaned as she turned back towards the voice. He was half contemplating ending all the distractions down there. Especially that annoying human male. He was brought out of his internal debating when she turned back to glare at him.
That fire. He wanted it.
He wanted her.
'Giveyourselftomegiveyourselftomegiveyourselftomegiv-'
"Anything! Whatever you want! I'll give ya anything! Just get me the fuck outta here!" She yelled out as a lustful grin stretched out across his face.
Checkmate.
"Are you sure?" He asked as he leaned in closer to the vent. Let it be known that he was merciful, for if she said yes, come hell or high water, he would never let her go. Not in this lifetime or the next.
"Uh." She replied hesitantly as she bit her lower lip. He resisted the urge to groan. The only teeth that should be abusing her lips were his.
"We'll kill ya first. Same way we did your father."
He nearly closed his eyes in annoyance. He would have to do something about Stan. He always did have a knack for interrupting. This would not do. His mate's attention should be on him and not on lesser beings and their squabbles.
"Lilla flicka, do we have a deal?" His fangs were almost out in his eagerness. Almost there. With her eyes closed she nodded her head fervently.
"Yes damnit!"
Finally.
"Just remember; a deal is a deal, lilla flicka." He laughed. He felt like roaring his triumph. He had her now. She would be his.
Within seconds he ripped the vent opening away and tore the metal tunnel as if he was unwrapping a present. Luckily for him the metallic screeching was covered up by the screaming voices below them. His eyes lit up with glee as his little mate spilled out from the vent with a small yelp. Catching her, he held her close and brought his face discreetly closer to her neck and breathed deeply. Thunderstorms and spring. He could breathe her in forever. He lowered them till he was standing on the railing of the balcony.
Looking down at her, he wanted to growl in lust. Her body was made for pleasure. His pleasure. Although one would call her petite, she had curves. She had the perfect hour glass figure that made him want to get down on his knees and worship her. She would have been a fertility goddess in the eyes of his people. His spring goddess.
Although she was covered in dust and dirt, it did nothing to curb his desire. He was going through all the reasons as to why he shouldn't just take her. He was having issues with finding valid reasons.
"How did you…?" She stared up at him in wonderment and he found himself preening under her gaze. It seemed his little mate was just as captivated as he was. Good. It would make things easier for him in the long run. He got distracted with thoughts of how he would first introduce her to his tastes and desires.
"Sookie!" She cried out looking out to the people below them.
"Put me down!" She yelled up at him. That would not do. He wasn't ready to share her with anyone else. As if sensing his thoughts, his little mate started to move around, struggling to move out of his arms. He couldn't decide on whether he should laugh at her attempts to fight him or if he should snarl a warning to her. He just got her; did she really think he would release her? He arched a brow as he gazed down at her. She bit her lip, staring up at him. Her and that bottom lip were going to be the true death of him.
"My brother and sister are down there! Put me down!"
"I think not, lilla flicka."
"I think so, dick! That's my family about to be eaten and stop calling me that!"
She was a demanding little thing and she was loyal to her kin, he would give her that, but he had to stop her struggles. He wasn't ready to share her just yet and he knew that once the others noticed them he would have to put a stop to the quarrel below them and at this point he couldn't really bring himself to care. All that mattered was the being held safely in his arms. His little mate had different plans however as her struggles grew.
Glamour is was then.
"Hush now, everything will be fine. Cease your struggles." He said as he leaned in closer towards her, silently inhaling that intoxicating scent of thunder and spring. She closed her eyes as she shook her head, pushing at his shoulders.
"Maybe I wouldn't have to struggle if someone would put me the fuck down!"
That mouth on her. He wanted to kiss every foul word from her lips, he was tempted to do just that but sadly she wasn't cooperating.
"Look at me."
'Lookatmelookatmelookatme'
"No! Put me down creep!"
She started kicking her feet in his hold as she attempted to push his arms off of her. The screams were riling her up even more. He couldn't have that. He quietly signed in annoyance. If she was going to calm down he would have to stop the tryst happening below them.
"Enough."
Everything grew quiet. He watched as she stopped pushing at him and opened her eyes to look up at him. When she looked up at him like that he was sorely tempted to hide her someplace safe and ravish her continuously. He found himself counting all the reasons as to why taking her now would be a bad thing.
"FREDDY?"
" "FRED?!" "
Ah yes. That would be a good reason. He didn't think his mate would be alright with an audience of their carnal activities…just yet.
Fred. That was her name. He found it odd that she had a male name, he knew he was slightly behind in the ever changing cultural standards but even he knew that it was most unusual for a woman to carry such masculine names. His guess was it was a nick name for something like Frederica or Winifred.
He watched as she cringed as she turned to face to people below them.
" Uh…hi" She called out with a sheepish smile. He turned his gaze down to the frozen crowd below and as he assessed the situation he turned an icy glare to Stan. It seemed he would have to remind his underling of his presence.
"You came for me I assume, underling?" He called out as Stan paused his motions towards the captured human in his arms.
"Underling? Seriously? Dude, you're such a dick." Little Fred laughed under her breath. He arched a brow as he watched her face turn a beautiful red as their eyes met. Turning away from him she bit her lip and folded her arms over her chest. That lip was going to be the death of him. He was sure of it.
Looking back at the crowd he continued,
"As you can see, the humans have not harmed me. Mr. Newlin, I believe that we can coexist, both of our kinds. I do not wish to create bloodshed when none is called for. Help set the example; if we leave you in peace, will you do the same?"
"I refuse to negotiate with murdering sub-humans! Go on! Kill me demon! Jesus will protect me!"
Newlin. The man was becoming more of a pest lately. Had he really thought to use the human as a means to his end? The idea was insulting. What had he been thinking. Like many others before him, the human thought to hide behind the smoke screen that was his religion. It was laughable.
"I'm actually older than your Jesus." He paused briefly at Fred's swift inhale. It seems his mate had been ticked by his outside appearance as many before her were.
"I wish I could have met him, but I missed it."
It was time to put an end to this façade. Jumping down, he rushed over to his childe.
"Titta på henne för mig , Eric." He ordered quietly, so quiet that only the vampires in the room could hear him. Eric stiffened for a moment before nodding his agreement.
Setting Fred down by Eric, he ran over to the knelling human and grabbed him by the hood of his jacket, lifting the zealot off the ground.
"Freddy!"
He turned briefly towards his mate to watch as Eric stopped her before she could go to the blonde woman his son had sent for him. Meeting her eyes momentarily, he turned back to the crowd.
"Good people, who of you, are willing to die for this man's madness?"
His words rang out and were met with silence. As expected.
"That's what I thought."
"Freddy!" The blonde woman whisper-yelled admonishingly to his mate as Fred sent a diffident smile towards her. He would need to learn who this woman was to his mate. He didn't like how she scolded his mate when he knew she hadn't done anything to be rebuked for. He would need to fix that.
"Stand down. People go home, it over." He ordered as he dropped xenophobe leader on the ground. Sighs of relief and murmurs could be heard as he watched his mate turn her gaze from him to watch the blonde woman hug the male vampire next to her. He watched as her face contorted into a look of teasing disgust.
"Gross! Get a room, preferably far from me. I love ya Sook, but no one wants to see you start sucking face with your boy-toy."
He wanted to laugh at his little human's audacity. It seems his woman was a puck of sorts. That was good; she would keep him on his toes for many a millennia then. He watched as she whispered over to his childe as she watched the blonde woman stomp over to the pair.
Watching his woman's interaction with her siblings had been entertaining. Watching the fire in her eyes burn as she argued with the blonde, who turned out to be her sister, had been enthralling. He wanted nothing more than to pin her to the alter and show her just what she was doing to him.
"Master." Eric called to him, walking to him as he continued to watch Fred and the humans.
"I haven't felt you like this in a very long time."
He hmmed his agreement, his eyes never leaving his mate.
"What changed?"
"Hon är min maka."
He heard Eric's sharp inhale before he turned his gaze to look at the other vampire. Eric stared down at his maker in disbelief.
"Verkligt?"
"Ja."
"Godric…" Eric trailed off as they both watched Fred and the others. Stan and a few other underlings were watching with interest as well.
"Och vad du och blondinen? Sookie var hennes namn?" Godric questioned. Eric sighed before answering,
"Ja det är hennes namn . Jag vill ha henne."
Godric turned towards his progeny sharply.
"Maka?"
Eric shook his head slightly as he watched the woman he lusted for with that sycophantic creature that was Compton.
"Nej, men jag vill att hon i alla fall."
Godric nodded, before nodding towards the oblivious couple.
"Hon tillhör en annan."
"Ja , men inte för länge." Eric tsked with a shake of his head as he started walking down the aisle towards the exist.
"Kom far , din fru lämnar ." Eric stated as he turned his head towards his maker.
"We can't have that now can we?" Godric smirked before he and Eric rushed towards his wayward mate.
Teasing and goading his mate into agreeing to come to his nest had been invigorating and dare he say it?
Fun.
After he had left his mate in the care of Eric, Godric flew at neck breaking speeds towards his home. He wanted to change his attire and prepare himself for the ever doleful gathering that was bound to happen. Somedays he wondered why he had taken the sheriff position. The last thing on his mind was being surrounded by his adulator underlings. He could only grimace at that thought, The only good part about the gathering was that his mate would be there. In his home. Their home. Or rather her soon to be home. After all, the only home his mate would have would be by his side.
And nothing- no one- not even her, could do anything to change his mind on that matter.
Listening to his mate assess her sister's relationship had been an eye-opener. She proved to not only himself but to the few others around her that she was very attentive when it came to evaluating others around her environment. That was a talent that very few could boast that they had. It also seemed that his childe was right in his earlier statement regarding the taken blonde, if Fred was right, which he didn't doubt, Eric would have his chance with the human after all.
"Remind me again why we have to play kiss-ass?"
He had to fight the smile from his face at his mate's words. It would appear that his woman had the same appreciation for this gathering as he did. What he did not appreciate was Stan's retort, honestly he would have to do something about his underling's manners. He would not tolerate any one talking down to her.
"Listen here blood-bag, you outta-"
"Stan." He called out in a clipped tone. Godric made a mental note on teaching Stan how one would and should respect his betters. "Sheriff." Stan's voice was hesitant and his posture straightened. Godric's eyes met with Fred's briefly in amusement. It always did amuse him to watch how fast Stan could go from intimidating predator to simpering follower.
"Very relieved to have you back sheriff. Welcome back sir." Stan nodded respectfully. Godric spared the younger vampire a small glance before nodding his head and dismissed him. He wanted a moment with his mate, not subjecting himself to all the two-faced charlatans and their idle prattling.
"C'mon sis! We're next!"
Never was he more grateful for all the years he had perfected his mask. The look on her face as she watched her brother attempt that poor excuse of an apology was most humorous. To be honest, Godric hadn't even cared about his involvement. He didn't even care about the human. To Godric, the human boy was nothing but gullible pawn who had delusions of grandeur. The only reason he tolerated the human's presence was for his young mate's sake.
Nothing more, nothing less.
So to watch the human be scolded as if he were a child was very entertaining especially by his little hellcat.
"Okay! Glad we got that out og the way! Glad you're alright and all that jazz. Cool house by the way, neat party. Now Jason, let's go find Eric and get my phone back. Shall we?" He was brought out of his thoughts as Fred turned away from him. Oh no. He couldn't have that.
"Just a moment, lilla flicka."
"Whaaaat?"
He couldn't help himself, he had to chuckle at her pout. The nick name that he gave her, suited her well.
"Your brother may join the rest, but I would prefer your company just a little longer."
"Bring us another chair quickly." He snapped his fingers quickly. Shortly after his order, a young vampire appeared and placed next to him.
"You're joking, right?" She snapped with a raised brow.
"Please sit, lilla vën." Godric gestured towards the empty chair with a small smirk.
The fact that she underestimated him even after the church fiasco was very amusing to him. One would think that a vampire would be able to notice the human sitting next to him try and escape. His little Fred apparently did not. Godric very much enjoyed dashing her hope to leave his side. He had been watching her impatiently squirm in her chair as he finished with the line of sycophants, and it took everything in his power not to laugh at she was slowly edging towards the end of the chair. She wasn't even paying him any mind, did she honestly think she could escape him through such childish antics?
Apparently so.
"Pray tell me, where is it that you think you are going, lilla vën?"
He had to stop himself from laughing as she stopped and turned back towards him with a pout.
"I, uh, I was just adjusting in my seat, that's all."
If that was what she was going with, who was he to question it?
"Good. For a moment, I thought that perhaps you were trying to sneak away."
As the look on her face changed from pouting to shock he had to laugh.
"One does not need to be a vampire to notice you sneaking out of your chair which happens to be 4 inches from me, lilla flicka."
Watching her cheeks flush as she pouted was very pleasurable for him, especially when it caused her scent to spike. If he could, he would swim around in her scent. In her. He found his mouth watering as he followed the movement of her arms. Folding her arms like that did nothing but emphasis her breast and brought into the forefront of his mind the fact that he couldn't wait until she would be riddled with his marks. Seeing her unmarked neck was causing his fangs to ache. He was brought out of his thoughts as she turned to look back at him.
"Hmph! Well, maybe if someone hadn't forced me into sitting with him and then ignore me, I wouldn't be trying to escape this meet-n-greet ya have goin' on here."
Her southern accent was more pronounced now and he had to smile. She was adorable in her childish observations. Ignore her? He could never do that, he had been focused solely on her. From the moment he found her, she had become the main force in his mind.
"Ah. Forgive me lilla flicka, I forget how at your age, a few quiet minutes must seem like an eternity for one such as yourself." He teased. The scent of thunder grew more pronounced but before she could retort, his second; Isabel arrived dragging her human, Hugo behind her.
Was it really too much to ask for some time with his mate? He watched with cool detachment as Isabel kicked to human male to the ground.
"Here is the one who has betrayed us."
Apparently it was too much to ask for.
"Uh, I'll leave you guys to it then." Fred said quickly as she rose from her chair.
'No!'
Godric swiftly grasped her wrist, stopping her movement. The familiar tell-tale sign of electrical currents washed over him and judging by her small shiver, Godric knew Fred could feel it too. It was another sign that they were mates and did more to steady him then the many years of self-discipline he'd mastered.
"No. You will stay." He stated as he stared at her. Her cheeks flushed as she slowly sat down. Not wanting her to try to escape again, he did not let her go.
"This is your human. Hugo, is that correct, Isabel?" Godric questioned, looking between the kneeling traitor and his second.
"Yes sheriff, he is." Isabel was the epitome of sadness as she looked down at Hugo. He knew that while the human wasn't her mate, that she had had such high hopes for the mortal. Without moving his head, Godric turned his gaze to his own mortal. Fred was ardently watching the couple, a small frown on her face as she observed the scene. While he couldn't read her thoughts, and he did wish he could, he could tell that Fred was downtrodden for the couple. Wishing to comfort his mate, Godric started to move his thumb in small circles on her wrist. Sparing Fred a swift deep look, Godric asked,
"Do you love him?"
The question threw off numerous people as was his intentions. Fred gave a sharp inhale before she turned away from his gaze to watch the scene play out. Isabel looked slightly confused before her expression turned to that of deep distress and Stan looked like someone just told him that he had just eaten someone with Hepp D.
"I- I suppose that I did." Tears started to form in her eyes as she looked away.
'Oh Isabel.' Godric's heart went out to his second. She was strong in many ways, it was part of the reason as to why he placed her second only to him, but when it came to matters of the heart she was still a child who had a lot to learn. Sparing Stan a glance, Godric had to stifle a smile. If he had to guess off of Stan's angry face, he had a feeling that Isabel wouldn't be disheartened for long. But before that could happen, Isabel needed to release Hugo and all the emotions he gave her.
"It appears that you love him still." He pushed gently and that was all it took. Isabel's face crumbled as the tears fell.
"I do, dios ayūdame, I do." Isabel nodded as she wiped at her cheeks, blood smearing as she went.
"I'm sorry, but you are my sheriff. Do with him as you see fit."
That right there was the main reason as to why she was his second in command. Even as her world was falling apart around her, he could trust Isabel would always do the honorable thing. That was a rare trait these days-especially in their kind. Silence weighed heavy as Godric contemplated his choices. Tensions were high as everyone waited for his decisions on bated breath. He looked down at the wounded man. On one side he was a traitor and had Godric not given himself over to Newlin another vampire would had met the sun due to this human's actions and for what? All because Isabel wouldn't turn him. His actions alone proved why he wasn't worthy. Godric was sorely tempted to end his existence then and there but two things stopped him; Isabel and Fred. Isabel had been too loyal for him to end her human in such a way. She didn't deserve that, and Fred, he wasn't ready for her to witness true vampire justice. He didn't want to scare her or scar her over such an insignificant being. Decision made, Godric glanced back at Fred before looking back to Isabel.
"You are free to go."
The room was in an uproar of shock. Murmurs of shock rang through the room as Isabel gave a small smile of relieved gratitude. Stan however looked like someone had kicked him in the teeth. Stepping away from the wall he'd been leaning against, the younger vampire bared his teeth in frustration.
"What? But sheriff he-"
Godric turned sharply towards Stan. How dare he?! Who was he to question his authority especially in front of his mate?! Godric could end him without earning some much as a scratch. He could end him and no one would dare to question his decision. Now as he was leader, he would have to set an example. He loathed to think that no matter what he did next, he would be well on his way to having a runaway mate.
"This is my verdict Stan. When and if you ever become sheriff you may make the rules as you wish, but until that day I am the sheriff. What I say goes and I say he is free to go. You will not question my authority again underling." Godric snarled through clenched teeth. Stan paled and nodded vigorously as he stepped away.
"Yes, sheriff."
One problem solved.
Godric want to roar in rage as he felt Fred shiver in terror, this was what he had been afraid of. He could handle everyone else in the world being terrified of him- whether it was because of his age or the fact he was a vampire- but what he couldn't handle was having his mate frightened of him. Looking down at Hugo, Godric felt his anger spike. He caused this. This traitor caused Isabel's pain which lead to Stan's rebelliousness which in turn caused Godric's reprimand which created Fred's fear. As much as he wanted to, Godric would not go back on his word and harm the mortal, threatened however, was a different story. Releasing Fred's wrist, Godric lunged
"You may be free to leave, but you will not be returning. Ever. Know that the only reason you live past this night is not because of my leniency but for that of my second in command; Isabel's sake. I fear that should you ever step foot in my territory again, you would not live to see the next sunrise." Godric's voice was filled with sinister assurance.
There was a rule that was well known throughout the centuries and many cultures; traitors would not be tolerated.
Feeling the beast inside him fight against the binding chains, Godric took an unneeded breath and froze. It was like liquid nitrogen was coursing through his veins. The beast roared and fought harder. Godric sharply turned towards Fred and fought with every fiber of his being not to fuck her right then and there.
So his little mate enjoyed his wrath did she?
The overpowering allure of thunder and flowers played at his senses, taunting him. Her arousal tormented him and the look in her eyes thrilled him to no end. He watched transfixed as she bit at her lower lip. How he longed to replace her teeth with his.
"This is my verdict."
Without looking away, Godric carelessly dropped Hugo as he watched the flow of blood color Fred's cheeks. Godric was certain that she was taunting him. He couldn't look at her anymore. If he did, he knew that he wouldn't have to strength to resist his urges anymore.
"Eric." Godric called as he tore away from Fred's gaze. Bowing his head slightly, Eric stood in front of his maker.
"Escort them out, make sure that Hugo here leaves unharmed."
Nodding his head, Eric bent down and picked Hugo up by his collar.
"Thank you sheriff, thank you."
Godric softened as he watched his second bow in gratitude. Nodding his head, he dismissed the trio with a small wave of his hand.
His mate must be feeling playful for she, yet again, tried to leave his presence. His hand shot out like lightning, grasping her wrist as he gently tugged her back down to her seat. Silly mate. Didn't she know that she wasn't going to be leaving his side anytime soon?
Turning with a pout, she glared at him, her eyes narrowed fiercely behind her glasses.
"Okay dude, this is getting old. Hands off the goods. I don't know if this is a vampy thing or just a Texas thing but either way I'm not okay with the touchy-feely. Let go."
Adorable. She was utterly adorable. He was reminded of a hissing and spitting kitten.
"Ah, but lilla vën, I would if I knew for certain that you wouldn't run to the door. You and I have much to discuss." He gave a smirk as her scowl deepened.
"Okay, so talk away Baby-face. No need to be holding my hand to have a conversation." She pointed at his hand that had started to rub small circles on her wrist. Watching her bit her lip, he fought a smile. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. He was glad that he wasn't the only one affected by their bond. He wanted to call it revenge for all the havoc she had brought upon his senses.
"Stop it." She hissed as her face went red.
"I get the feeling that you don't want me to, lilla flicka." Godric chuckled.
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it, and stop calling me that! I don't even know what that means." She pouted as she attempted to pull away.
"Very well."
He released her with a smirk, but not before he gave one last brush of her skin. He knew he was right as he watched her squirm slightly in her chair. She looked over at him briefly as her blush grew, the blood rushing to the surface of her skin. Gods! The things this little human was doing to him! He found that he liked it when she blushed, it caused her tantalizing scent to spike in the air.
"Jag undrar bara hur långt rodnaden sträcker sig, lilla maka." He spoke quietly to her. He wondered what she would have done if she could understand Swedish. Despite the language barrier, it appeared to affect his little mate all the same if he had to go by the small hitch in her breathing and accelerated heartbeat.
"Jag tog hand om Hugo. Jag glamoured honom att glömma boet plats och att fortsätta köra tills han är förbi den mexikanska gränsen." Eric said as he walked over to them. Godric nodded as Fred gave a small sigh. Ah, so his mate was saddened by Eric's interruption. Reaching out for her, Fred quickly folded her arms over her chest.
"Oh no. Nuh-uh! We just had this conversation about personal boundaries of the human! You can look but no touchy! Plus, your vampy shock thing you do, feels weird." Eric and Godric shared a look of amusement. His human was so precious.
"Intressant, hon kan känna förbindelsen ni har."
Godric could hear the delight dripping from Eric's voice.
"Ja, det har börjat." Godric confirmed with a nod. Fred looked between the two vampires with a look of curious distain on her face.
"Okay, now ya'll are just being rude. Look, can I please go? I wanna see my sis and Jason's taking way too long with giving me my pack. I promise I won't be headin' for the hills."
Godric turned towards Fred, a slow smirk forming. She would run from him in a heartbeat, of that he was sure. Although, she wouldn't get very far.
"I am glad to hear that, lilla flicka; otherwise I would be forced into hunting you down." His voice was filled with lust as it went an octave lower. The thought of hunting her thrilled him. It filled him with such a dark need that the beast inside him was prowling it's cage, waiting to be unleashed. It seemed she enjoyed that thought too, judging by her body's reactive shiver.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. If I run, you'll hunt me down and lock me in your basement, kinda creepy by the way. Can I go now?" Fred rushed out with a dismissive wave of her hand.
'My basement is not where you would be locked in little one.' He thought with a laugh. His mate was adorable in her innocence.
"I suppose lilla vën, just remember..." He trailed off, leaving out his dark promise.
"Yepp, got it! Bye!" He watched his mate jump out of her seat, rushing away from him. She made it 4 steps before she whirled around and stomped back towards him, however her attention wasn't on him but on Eric.
"Yo, can I have my phone back please? I think you've held it hostage long enough. I can practically hear it crying for me." She snipped with a small frown. Eric looked at her with an amused smirk.
"I suppose so, lilla luft pustar." He said as he handed her back her phone.
"I'm not even going to ask what you just called me." She snapped with a glare as she turned around and walked away. Godric turned back to Eric with an amused smirk.
"Vet hon om att du...?"
Eric shook his head with a slight chuckle.
"Nej, nej det vet hon inte..."
Godric had to laugh. Oh the surprise his mate would get once she checked her phone. He watched as she walked towards Sookie and a female vampire he was not familiar with.
"I went ahead and took the liberty of putting a tracer on her phone for you." Eric said with a dark grin.
Godric rose an eyebrow at his childe and shook his head, highly amused.
"Thank you childe, but if things go my way then I will not be needing that by the end of tonight."
"Oh?"
"Jag kommer att ha henne druckit av mitt blod." Godric smiled darkly. Yes if things went his way, she would find herself naked and bond to him very very soon.
Sup peeps! Sorry for the delay. I had wanted to post this right at 75 reviews but things happened and I had to redo the ending.
Swedish terms (That I got from Google)
Lilla flicka=little girl
Lilla vën= little one
Titta på henne för mig= Watch her for me
Hon är min maka= She is my mate/wife
Sannerligen=Really/truly/indeed
Ja=yes
Och vad du och blondinen?= What of you and the blonde?
Sookie var hennes namn?= Sookie was her name?
Ja det är hennes namn=Yes that is her name
Jag vill ha henne=I want her
Maka=Mate/wife
Nej, men jag vill att hon i alla fall=No, but I want her anyway.
Hon tillhör en annan=She belongs to another
Ja , men inte för länge= Yes, but not for long
Kom far , din fru lämnar=Come father, you mate is leaving.
Dios Ayūdame = God help me (This one is Spanish)
Jag undrar bara hur långt rodnaden sträcker sig, lilla maka=I wonder just how far that blush travels, little mate.
Jag tog hand om Hugo. Jag glamoured honom att glömma boet plats och att fortsätta köra tills han är förbi den mexikanska gränsen = I took care of Hugo. I glamoured him to forget the nest's location and to keep driving until he is past the Mexican border.
Intressant, hon kan känna förbindelsen ni harInteresting, she can feel the connection you two have.
Ja, har det börjatYes, it has begun.
Nej, nej det vet hon inte No, no she does not
Jag kommer att ha henne druckit av mitt blod.= I will have her drunk off my blood.
Now before some of ya'll get mad, I had always intended for Godric's first chapter to be #5 and I wanted you readers to get the chance to know his side of things, meaning his point of view for chapters 1, 2, and most of 3. (Yes, we will see his point of view for the bombing scene, I just can't guarantee it will be the next chapter.)
Yes, I am aware that he is extreme OC but my thought on it is this; You're over 2,000 years old. You've seen a lot, have done a lot, mostly bad things. You've become desensitized from even the small wonders of the world. You're bored and let's be honest; lonely as well. So! You then have a 'mid-life' crisis and you decide 'fuck it, I'm done' and you make the choice to end your life. Then out of nowhere, the one being, the only person who you were made for and vice versa appears. After 2,000 years of being a vampire- one that spent most of their human life being sexually and physically and mentally tortured and a good thousand years living like an animal-of course you are going to have a few screws loose when it comes to your mate. After waiting for all those years, could you honestly say that you wouldn't be possessive or slightly scary in your attentions?
Welcome to my version of Godric. At some points he will be light and at others he is going to go to some very dark places. If you don't like it then you can stop reading. NO one is forcing you.
Now on to another topic I imagine some of ya'll will lose your minds about. Yes I made it known that Eric and Sookie are NOT mates. Yes, that it right, but don't worry, they will have their moment- I promise. I personally think that they do have great chemistry but I think that they are in lust not love together. Sookie still has a lot to learn before I feel that her and Eric could have a functional healthy relationship and Eric too for that matter.
Sorry for the rant, but I just wanted to clear a few things up to make sure everyone is on the same page. Hope I didn't scare a lot of you readers off. :D
Thank you to all who reviewed, even the guest who tried to cheat. *lowers glasses* I'm watching you Mike Wazowski…always watching. Lol
Anyway, thanks for the reviews, they made me smile. I always enjoy reading what your thoughts are and it warms my heart that you all are enjoying my little Fred so much.
Now on that note, please review, I'm desperate to know what you all think of my Godric now that you've had an insider look.
I'll update after I reach the big 100. ;D
See ya'll soon!