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My clothes dryer broke so I have been without clean jeans for a week. I finally got tired of wearing pajamas, so I resorted to using my blow dryer to dry them. Yay clean jeans! And because I am in such a good mood I decided to update. I hope you enjoy reading about Godric because I had fun writing it! He is my favorite character in the T.V. show Trueblood. It really bites that he had to die so early , at least we still have our sexy Eric! If you like my story then review, please I am begging, it helps me update faster. Much love to all my readers ~Amy
Okay enough blabbering here is Chapter 4. Thanks for the adds and reviews :-)
Godric's POV
This was the time a day I wish that I was able to sleep, nighttime. Or was purgatory the right word? Being a 2000yrold vampire I have done and experienced just about everything. And having to be forced to wake every night to the same routine is a torture of itself. I was after all the vampire sheriff of Dallas, Texas and it was my duty to babysit the other unruly vampires populating this area. The tedium is something I will never grow accustom to. If there was any way I could atone for my sins this ought to count toward the tally some. I sat up pushing the sheets aside and getting out of my overly luxurious bed Isabel insisted I get along with other bedroom furniture. I would have been just as content sleeping on the dark wood floor. Walking over to my closet I grabbed a blue button up linen shirt and put it on with my white drawl string cotton pants I was already wearing. I remember when clothing was nothing more than animal skins covering the genitals. Life used to be simple then, eat, sleep, and repopulate. Before I could find a wife my village was murdered and I was forced into slavery.
I have often wondered about meeting the true death, how I would go about it. Should I order Eric my vampire progeny to stake me? Or should I let the sun, the light to turn me to dust? Depressing I know, having a reoccurring thought of your own death every night for years. But, I have nothing else to live for; choosing to fill my 2000 years with violence and blood shed has weighted down on me during this last century.
Walking out of my bed chamber and into the living quarters I hear two voices and one heartbeat. Isabel and her human no doubt I thought to myself smelling the scent of fresh sex. Isabel, my right hand woman was a faithful follower. She was passionate and kind, but brutal and fierce when it was appropriate. That was why I chose her, now Stan was a different story. He was loyal and strong, a great warrior being turned during the American cowboy era. But, he was also impulsive, masochistic and vulgar. I do admire his aggressiveness and heart and that is the only reason he hasn't yet met the true death. Looking around and not spotting him I decided to see what he is up to.
After I made the no hunting humans rule when I became sheriff he has already killed twice. And I am beginning to become impatient with his insubordination; he will regret his next kill. I nodded to Isabel as I walked out the backdoor, shooting up into the sky. I started to fly over Dallas in search of his scent.
I found him in Cedar point state park. It looked like he wasn't causing any harm yet so I landed on a hiking path about five miles away. Far enough he couldn't smell me but close enough I could smell him. I was much older than he therefore my senses and strength greatly surpassed his. I wasn't worried he would hunt here in the woods because no human was ignorant enough to be out at this time of night. And if they were their instincts would tell them there conscious minds wouldn't understand that we were death. Even though the vampire Nan Flanagan portrays vampires as the friendly neighborhood vampire, who just wants to be human equals. But, we are not equals and there are some who do not believe in mainstreaming and do not obey the new Trueblood fab. We are after all animals, who are which made to drink human blood. I cannot change the way it is as much as I wish it were possible.
While I was mulling over my thoughts I lost track of Stan. I could sense that he had moved about 7 miles south of my location. I inhaled in the cold night air and smelt fresh human blood. I took off in a run toward it and Stan. I was used to the way the scent of blood made me feel, the dry ache in my throat, the hollow yearn for it to fill my stomach with its warmth, and the automatic release of my fangs. But, this was different. The blood was unlike any I have smelt in over 1000 years, but I have smelt it before. But, where, I asked myself.
It was intoxicating and as I drew closer it grew stronger, tickling and teasing my nostrils with every breath. What I saw before me made my own blood boil. Stan had a human girl no more than 16 tight against his chest as he was draining her dry. I could hear her pulse start to weaken and quickly grabbed Stan by his neck throwing him into the dirt path forcefully. Vitriol engulfed me, I wanted to end him. How dare he disobey me again?
I will deal with him later. I thought to myself, mentally restraining against my dominate instincts. Now I had to stop the blood from flowing from the girl's neck or I was going to lose all control.
"Stan, I am greatly disappointed. You have disobeyed me once again and will be punished. Now go back to the nest and wait for my orders while I clean up your mess!" I ordered baring my fangs ready to attack if he defied me.
"Yes Godric." Stan replied and in an instant he was gone. Smart vampire, I was not in the mood to deal with him right now. Holding my breath I hastily approached his victim. She was stunning even on the brink of death. Her long dark hair was braided and hung down to her waist line. It was coming out of its knot and fraying over her bare stomach and sticking to the blood on her neck. The black shirt she was wearing riding up toward her bust line, and low rider jeans gave me a clear view of her velvet tan skin. She looked up at me and I could see her glazed over blue eyes. They were not as light as mine; no they were a deep blue. Looking into them I could see straight to her pure soul. She was unlike any girl I have ever come in contact with. I could feel a magnetic pull, something I couldn't comprehend was happening. No I argued with myself, I can't let her die; there is something different about this girl. And when she was well I am going to find out what it is.
"You have lost a lot of blood; I am going to heal you. You must not fight it and trust me." I spoke to the girl using my temperate voice not wanting to frighten her further. She looked like she was going to lose consciousness soon, but she came up with enough strength to nod. I took that as a yes and bit my tongue. I have refrained from inhaling, trying to avoid the delicious smell of her blood. But, licking her neck, feeling her pulse beneath my own flesh almost drove me mad. I don't know why but I wanted this girl. Wanted to fill her, taste her, love her, and claim her as mine. In my 2000 years of existence I have never wanted anything as much as I wanted this little human. She tasted more delicious than she smelt and it took all my control not to drain her rest of the way. Her heart beat was still too weak to come back on its own so I bit my wrists in attempt to feed her my blood. The only human I allowed to drink my blood was my only child Eric. Vampire blood was sacred and abusing the blood only leads to disaster. But there was something about this girl that I had to save her. Maybe if I save her I will find redemption for the sins I have commented. Looking at her face again I saw her eyes had closed. Running out of time I lifted her on my lap and held her snug in my embrace. She seemed ridged almost reluctant when I put my bleeding wrists on her lips. Coaxing her into opening her mouth I spoke to her again.
"Drink angel, it will heal you." It seemed natural speaking to her in such and intimate way. She was after all an Angel sent to me to cure me from my wickedness. No, she was not the first human I have saved, but she was the first to drink my blood besides Eric. I wonder what she is like; I found myself curious as she gently sucked on my wrist. After a half a minute I began to hear her heart beat strengthen. I then removed my wrist from her mouth and she fell into a deep sleep. Her head resting in the crook of my arm, I stood up bringing her close to my body. Looking down at her I licked my blood from her mouth. Her lips were so plump and soft, intensely arousing me. A deep growl formed in my throat and my fangs protruded again. Reminding myself that she was different I brought myself back to the present situation. It was going to be dawn soon and I had to find out what I am going to do with her. She seemed peaceful, and strong, any human would be dead with the amount to blood taken from her. What was I going to do with her now I asked myself? I could take her and drop her off at a hospital or a police station. No, I reasoned she was running alone at night away from something for a reason. This means I can't take her to a human facility, they won't be able to protect her. And I don't want my efforts to go to waste I reasoned with myself. I will set her up in a guest room until she is healed and I can get some answers out of her. Like why the mere scent of her almost enough to drive me to the edge.
Arriving at the nest I was confronted my Isabel. She sensed there was a human with me and ran to my side. When she saw the condition of the girl her hand came up to cover her mouth. A human gesture Isabel mimicked when she was shocked at something.
"Stan" Was all she said and I nodded in conformation. Handing her the girl I asked her to clean her up and place her in the room adjacent to mine. I also asked her to see if she could find any form of ID on her. Maybe I could find out some information before she woke up. But, right now I had to push the girl out of my thoughts so I could deal with Stan. He must be punished for his crimes. And I wasn't going to go easy on him this time. Finding him in the kitchen drinking a Trueblood, I inwardly laughed. Now he decides to drink Trueblood, after he nearly killed a young girl. When he saw me he nearly dropped his beverage. I could tell from his facial expression that he was terrified. Oh, and he should be I thought to myself. Going over various torture treatments in my mind I was interrupted by his brawn southern drawl.
"Godric, I didn't intend to break your laws tonight. I was enjoyin' the night air and was taken' over by this smell. My animalistic instincts took over and I killed her." He seemed regretful. Was he sorry for what he had done? None the less he must be punished.
"She is not dead, I saved her and she is here. Remember this Stan the girl is mine no more harm will come to her. She has taken my blood and the process has already started." I exaggerated that she was mine, letting him feel my dominance. Stan wouldn't hurt her again I know that. Never the less he will be taught a lesson. "Stan, it is nearly dawn. I will deal with your insubordination tomorrow." He was gone in an instant. Yes, I was going to enjoy punishing him.
I heard Isabel gasp and practically flew to her location. She was in the guest bedroom I had instructed her to place the girl. The girl was now on the bed wrapped in a cream Egyptian cotton towel. Her hair was damp and combed to her side. I got a full view of her face. She was truthfully beautiful from her elegant eyes to her plump lips, to her tiny pointy ears… My god she was a fairy. Not a complete fairy because I couldn't sense her. Without her blood being spilled she was nearly undetectable. So little fairy what were you running from and why would you take such a risk? Looking up at Isabel's shocked expression I knew she knew what the girl was. I instructed her to finish dressing her and swore her to secrecy. No one can know about her real identity. I thought fairies went extinct centuries ago. This was a delicate situation. Giving the girl her privacy I left, going to my own bed chamber to rest.
Annalisa POV
Before I opened my eyes or showed any sign of being awake. I searched the room with my mind. Finding no sign of life I woke up. But, I wasn't alone, the vampire Godric was lying next to me. His eyes piercing mine with an intense gaze. He was radiating with lust and hunger. He wanted me and it was making my body react in ways I have never felt before. A warm tingling sensation began to fill me moving down toward my core. I wanted him to, no I needed him. What was wrong with me I hate vampires, why was I allowing this one to make me feel so hot.
"Good Morning Angel." Was all he said as he reached up and pushed a strain of hair off my forehead letting his fingers drift down my cheek to the corner of my mouth, then resting them on my arm . His cold skin made me shiver, mixing with other strange sensations coursing through my body. His gaze was penetrating; it felt like he was looking into my soul. I broke the gaze remembering what happened the night before. I nearly died but, he saved me. Godric saved me, a vampire, and a soulless creature of the night. No, not this vampire he made me feel different, he made me feel alive. I can't feel this way about him, his kind murdered my parents. For all I know it could have been him. I slowly backed away ready to run as soon as my feet hit the floor. But, when his hand slipped from my arm to the bed I felt empty like a void has taking over all my senses. That's went he spoke again, the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
"Stop moving away from me Angel. I know you feel it too. The pull, the want, the need for each other don't fight it. Let me show you what absolute bliss feels like." As he was talking he moved over me. His face was hovering inches from mine; his voice became deep and thick with lust. Oh there was no denying it, I wanted this, and I wanted him.
"G-G-Godric, right?" I all but stumbled out letting my nervousness show. He acknowledged with a nod, letting his lips grazed over my bottom lip. My whole body grew hot at his touch, and I could feel my core began to grow moist.
"I'm Annalisa." I moaned out as he took my ear lobe into his mouth. I lifted my hands to the bottom of his shirt were it hung lose from his body. Letting my fingers roam over his chest and stomach as he took great care in hitting all the sensitive spots on my neck with his mouth. He stopped to look into my eyes. His baby blues searching from something, I guess he found it because he lowered his mouth to where it almost collided with mine.
"Annalisa" Was all he said as he sucked in my bottom lip. My hand automatically came up to grasp the back of his neck while the other was still roaming his chest. He then took control of my whole mouth; I surrendered to his tongue letting him tease and nip, the want for more was driving me crazy. I have never been kissed before. Now my first kiss was with a vampire, and it didn't bother me at all. His hand untangled from my hair and drifted down my neck to the strap of the silk nightgown. The entire nightgown was gone in an instant. I was nude before him completely bare and vulnerable. But, I wasn't cold. My body was radiating heat and lust. His fingers gently began to explore me avoiding all my places I wanted him to touch. He released my mouth so I could breath. Gasping I spoke.
"Godric please, I need you inside me now." He didn't let me breath long. Taking over my mouth again he brought his hand up to my aching breast. His fingers were magic as they teased and massaged each nipple. Nearly bringing me to a climax. His hand was eagerly replaced by his mouth and his hand slid down my stomach and into my panties. He let out a primeval growl as soon as his fingers found me wet and ready. When he plunged his finger inside me I jolted awake coming into contact with something cold and hard.
I opened my eyes to find a petite Latino woman sitting next to me on a large overstuffed comforter. That was a dream? But, it felt so real. Logically I was glad it was a dream but, truly I wish it was real. I took assessment of myself. No wounds, I was wearing just a pink silk nightie with no underwear, and my necklace was still around my neck. Taking in my surroundings I see that the room had no windows and grey walls. There was minimal furniture and three doors, two on the east wall and one on the south. I brought my attention back to the woman staring at me with curious eyes.
"I'm Annalisa, where am I and where are my clothes?" I tried to sound polite. I didn't want to upset a vampire in their own nest. She seemed to be deliberating what to say.
"Annalisa, I am Isabel. Godric brought you back to his nest in order to keep you safe. I cleaned you up and washed your clothes, they are now in the drier. Here is your cell phone. " Handing me my cell phone she got off the bed. "Godric will be with you in a moment. I am going to be back with your clothes. Are you hungry? I can order you something?" She seemed… nice. A nice vampire, that's not what I expected. I thought all vampires are soulless assholes, who only want to mane and kill. I nodded no and watched her leave though the south door. So that was the way out. When she left I jumped off the bed, feeling light headed I sat back down. I must have lost a lot of blood last night. I remember almost everything leading up to my rescue. I just don't remember how I got here. I must have passed out. I turned on my cell phone to find my voicemail completely filled up, and a few text messages from Ashlie. Damn! I forgot about school. I quickly sent her a reply.
Hey Ashlie, ya I'm ok just sick. I don't no when
I'll be back sry! I think its mono or staph.
My b-day was good thx 4 the bracelet.
All the voicemails were from Claudine. She sounded worry and upset with me for betraying my kind in the time of need or something like that. They just kept getting angrier and more worried. I know I shouldn't have run off like that. I was just scared and so much was changing in my life right now it was overwhelming. I sent a voicemail straight to her phone avoiding her for the moment.
Claudine I love you and I am sorry I ran off
Like that I was just scared about everything
That happened. I don't know where I am I
Just know that I am safe. I will call you later.
Please don't hate me. I will call you soon.
Ok well, that was all I got right now. I still don't forgive her for forcing a move on me like that. She doesn't seem to know what I am going through right now. Hell, I don't even know what I am going through right now. In that moment Isabel walked in the door with my clothes neatly pressed and folded.
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