This is an AU timeline. Details are most likely a mixture between the Sookie Stackhouse novels and True Blood.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sookie Stackhouse/Southern Vampire Mysteries or True Blood.

Chapter 1:

Sookie POV

Greece, approx. 490 BCE:

The wars, they were only just beginning. As I was growing up, my father taught me to be wary of the Persians. I believe we have been on the cusp of war for quite some time. It was during this time that it happened.

My husband was summoned to the army. Many men were. We had been married only a short time, maybe four years. He was unhappy with me because I had not been able to give him a child, and –more importantly –a son.

Alone, he found me. He told me his name was Herakleios. I was out in the yard, but I didn't have enough time to retreat into the home. I knew the stories and I suspected him. Somehow, without truly knowing, my instincts told me I would be safe in my home. But, I never made it there.

FLASHBACK

I pulled my clothing down off the line. I knew I needed to hurry; the light was waning. The stars struck me as particularly beautiful tonight. I watched them for a moment. Suddenly, I felt like I was being watched. No, there was someone here…

I felt no thoughts near, but there was something strange. An absence, maybe? I looked about me, trying to stay calm. My eyes caught a glimpse of him. He stood between myself and the house. I had a strange feeling that that was deliberate.

He was pallid, translucent in the moonlight. His eyes were pale, but curiously colorless, at least they seemed that way. My instincts screamed that he was malevolent, dangerous. My breathing quickened.

"Hello, dear. I am Herakleios." He took a step forward and made a show of breathing in. "You smell delicious… what is your name?"

I had the distinct impression that he was playing with me. "You are dead." I told him.

Surprise crossed his face, before he clamped down on his emotions. He stalked closer. "Tell me, how do you know that, dear?"

Somehow, telling him I was telepathic didn't seem like a great idea. He stared into my eyes and I felt him push against my mind. I brushed him away. He continued, but the sensation was mostly annoying. I remained quiet.

"Dear, what is your name?"

I hesitated.

"Tell me, dear. I will not hurt you."

I did not believe that. "Sousanna," I told him anyway.

He was very close now. "Why do you not run?" He asked, amused.

"You will catch me." I said. I was sure of this.

He laughed; the sound grated on me. In a blink, he sank his teeth into my shoulder. My screams sounded through the night.

END FLASHBACK

It has been ten years since that night and I wish every day that I had simply been less… "interesting." What was I thinking?

Germany, the Roman Empire, approx. 50 BCE:

It was only a matter of time before I was able to destroy my Maker. It was only a matter of time before he made a mistake. Over five hundred years, I lay in wait… In the beginning, I was naïve. I tried many times to kill him… All I received for my trouble was punishment after punishment. Cruel.

He would rip off my thumbs, force me to tear children apart, rape me, make me go without blood, anything to make me suffer… he enjoyed being creative.

His mistake, it was almost ironic. We happened upon a boy in the woods. A hunter, a warrior. Greedy, my Maker wanted the boy as his own. Believing me tamed, boring, he naturally wanted a new Child to play with.

As the boy drank my Maker's blood, he weakened him. In a sudden swoop, I had ripped out Herakleios' heart. Unfortunately, the boy had not consumed enough blood to survive. For some reason, I could not let him die. I knew I was giving him no choice now, as I had had none, but I was selfish.

After his three nights, the boy woke. He was strangely calm. He watched me closely.

I could feel our bond; Herakleios' blood, though dead, warred with my own. It soon settled. The bond was sturdy, but not as strong as it should have properly been. As it was, I was only his half-Maker. The boy seemed rather, controlled. Hopefully, my lower level of influence would not be an issue. The boy's thoughts were focused only on impressions. He thought me beautiful, but strange. Good.

"What is your name, boy?"

"I am Godric. What has happened to me, fine one?"

"You are vampire." My acquired Latin could not translate the word well. "…I must show you."

I started towards the next town. He watched me again.

"Come." I told him.

He did not move. Who is she? his thoughts wondered, unfocused.

"I am Sousanna. I am your mistress. You are not to disobey me. Understand?"

"Why should I obey you? I am a great warrior." Ah, there was the haughty, confident young man that Herakleios had wished to break. I would have to break him gently. I am not cruel.

In a flash, I lifted him by his throat. My fingernails bit into his newborn skin. Dark blood pooled there. I did not desire it. It was mine. He was mine. Mostly. I pushed my will on him, just slightly. "You are a child, and you are my Child. You will obey." I could hear my command in his thoughts. It took hold.

He followed me to his first massacre.

We all must learn the hard way. To kill or be killed.

Godric POV

Turkey, approx. 5 BCE:

"Why have we not met other vampires?" I asked.

"I myself have not met many. It is difficult to survive. These larger cities that are being built up –I believe they will allow vampires to survive better." Susa told me.

We traipsed across the countryside, mostly in silence. My Maker, my Mistress, she is a beautiful creature. There is something about her which is different. I am not sure though. "Who have you met?" I finally asked.

"Well, my Maker, who is dead. A friend of his, who very likely still thrives. He was much more cunning than my Maker. Also… your sister."

"My sister?"

"Yes, I made her vampire about… three hundred years ago."

"Where is she?"

"She is near. I sense her."

"Why did she separate from you?"

"It is not I she left. She wanted to be apart from my Maker. I can't say I blame her… I tried to protect her from him, but when she was experienced enough to live on her own; I ordered her to leave."

"Did you Command her?"

"I did. I wanted to protect her. But, I fear she was not happy with me."

"Will we meet with her?"

Susa remained silent for some time. We were nearing a village. "We may." She finally said. "But, now, my Child, you must feed. It has been too long."

Her reminder made the burning in my chest ignite.

England, 1500 AD:

"My Child, control your whims." I said tiredly.

Eric's smirk was amusing. The blood covering his body, was not. "Why, Master, I was provoked."

"Oh yes, that beautiful woman was just asking for it. You are five hundred years old, control your urges."

"I am vampire, I like my urges."

"Erik. I know I did not raise a vampire who kills unnecessarily." My stern words, as well as my mood, sobered Eric.

He bowed his head. "Yes Master. I was merely eliminating a potential danger. She did not glamour well."

My expression softened. "Very well, Child. I know you are quite capable." I paused. I hated to do this to him. "I am leaving, Erik."

Eric's entire large frame froze, his eyes descending to mine. "No. Godric, please."

I watched him. "Erik, I must go. You will be alright. We will meet again, when the time is right."

I saw the fire in his eyes, the fight. "Godric, I –"

"No, Erik." My voice held a loosely veiled command. "It is time. Accept my decision."

His eyes dropped. "Yes, Master."

I touched his cheek, pulling him to me. Placing one soft kiss on his mouth, I departed.

I had to move quickly, disobeying her call for this long physically hurt. I knew I had to wait for Eric to return, as he would never forgive me if I had merely abandoned him. My Maker's call spurred me forward, faster than I had traveled in ages.

I could feel her. Closer and closer. Our bond, long silent, thrived suddenly and completely. Then, I was upon her.

"Eísai kalá to paidí?" (Are you well child?) Her voice, almost forgotten, filled me.

"Eímai, kyrá mou." (I am, my mistress) I kept my eyes averted, unsure after so long a separation. The ancient greek language rolled off my tongue better than I thought it would. It had been centuries since I had heard it or spoke it.

"Godric dear. Look at me. You are quite old enough to be my equal. Come now, I have missed you."

The forgotten embrace brought tears to his long dead eyes. I have missed you, my Susa, I thought to her.

Ah, no one has called me that in a very long time, she thought back to me.

He laughed. Only I ever called you that and you know it.

Her tinkling laughter was music to his ears. She told him, "I go by Sookie now, is that not delightful?"

"Sookie. It suits you, my fílos." (friend)

"Come, fílos, we have much to discuss. Your child may well be quite the prophecy, but we must contact your sister."

Sookie POV

New York, 2013 AD:

I had yet to become accustomed to cell phones. The disembodied voices and signals are an enigma to me. Regardless, I had a "disposable" one, as requested.

"The time is right," the voice on the other end of the line told me, "Go to him."

"I will," I agreed.

I first heard the prophecy about 600 years ago. It was never clear who specifically was the subject of its claim, only that it would be a Child of my Child. As far as I know, there is only one such individual.

Erik.

I have never met him, but then, not many know of me at all. Now, where to begin to find him. I suppose questioning Godric would be the best place to start. I closed my eyes, feeling the bonds in my mind. I could see my lineage, picture it in my mind. The first bond, weakened by time and separation belonged to my daughter. However, I felt she was closer than she had been the last time I sought her out. I prodded at our bond, not quite calling her, but letting her know I was near. I would need to speak with her soon. I felt her answering recognition. Possibly, she would come to me.

Godric's bond hummed with life, but it was not as strong as it had once been. We were inseparable for centuries. I believe he passed that particular trait down his line. I am aware that his Child, Eric, remained at his side for many centuries as well. Through Godric I could vaguely feel Eric and beyond him the faint connection of another. Eric must have a Child. I tracked Godric; I knew he was aware that I was near, but I believe he holds a position of authority in this New World and must remain there.

I had never bothered to visit America before, it never drew my attention as it has others. I have perfected the art of appearing human over the years; I have never had any need to leave the Old World. The past century I have been entertaining myself in my birth country, Greece. It holds little resemblance to my old home, but, in the most remote areas, I could catch the scent of home in the air. I wish my daughter had joined me there. I believe she may have enjoyed it. Although… she never has enjoyed the company of humans as I have.

I traveled through the countryside, going to ground during the day. I know they have those new age "light tight" hotels, but I am wary. Also, I've never kept much in the way of the money, mostly drifting about without it. Most of my possessions have been gifts. I did invest in one of those storage locker types, leaving my belongings in New York. I believe I am moving through Virginia now.

I flew through the night, a characteristic Godric inherited through me. I moved quickly, but the country was quite large. I did not feed, but I was not thirsty.

I am quite old, after all.

Godric POV

Texas, 2013 AD:

Almost seven nights after I first felt her, I knew Susa was very close. Soon, I felt her call. It was a soft, but insistent compellation. She was giving me time; I sent her my appreciation.

As Sheriff, I had tedious meetings and duties to attend to. I worked through my issues quickly, not allowing my entourage to take much of my time. Still, I could not leave the house, the nest, until only two hours before dawn. But, I went to her.

"It has been too long, my Child," she said. Her back was to me, but I knew she could sense much about me from there. Not only her ancient vampire senses, but her less known other ones.

I could remember when she first revealed part of herself to me. I was only around fifty years old at the time. We encountered some… trouble… in a town. She had spoken to me with her mind. Later, she warned me that this was not normal and I should not let on about it with other vampires.

I know she can read my mind. And, although I would never ask her, I believe she can read all minds quite easily.

"I missed you, Susa," I bowed my head reverently to her.

She turned to me and stroked my cheek softly with her fingertips. I could never put a name on what she was to me. Somehow, she was both my mother and my sister. But, we were never lovers. I have learned since my young days that this is rather odd. Most Children have some sort of sexual relationship with their Makers, at least in the beginning.

"Your sister, she will be here soon."

"She is always near." I told her.

"How near?"

"She lives in Louisiana, with my Child, Eric."

"They are together?" She asked, looking rather appalled.

"Absolutely not." Another voice answered, haughty.

Susa –Sookie, turned to her. "Thalia." Her tone was almost reverent.

"Mitéra." (mother) she answered. The two quickly embraced. A spark of jealously festered in me.

"Now, Godric, stop that." Susa warned me.

"Yes, Mistress." I dropped my head.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Thalia's grin. "Still a good little boy, I see." She taunted.

I growled at her, my fangs itching to slip out.

She smirked. "Good little Godric, mommy's little boy." She said.

That did it. She knew I was jealous of her maternal relationship with our Maker. I leapt at her. Our snarls echoed in the empty building. We circled one another, much more evenly matched now than we had been when we used to all live together. That was almost 1500 years ago, when her three hundred years on me was worth more.

We leapt at each other, teeth flashing. I could sense Susa's amusement at our antics. When Thalia's fangs nicked my shoulder, Susa snarled suddenly.

"Enough," the Command was not quite obvious, but underlying, a threat. "You are acting as children. Cease."

It was as it had always been, she was amused until blood was shed. She was very protective of us and hated that we fought. But she also knew that we loved each other, quite appropriately, as brother and sister.

"Now," Susa said brusquely. "There is business to attend to."

We watched her dutifully.

"The prophecy, it is upon us. It is time that I met this Child of yours, Godric. After all, he is to be our savior."

I smiled, well, I suppose my world just got a lot less boring. "I will come with you." I said.

"You will not. I would like to observe him without his Master first. Very few know of me. I have very little reputation, you know this. You also know this is rather deliberate. I will be Sookie. I will not let on about my age and you two will give away nothing. After a sufficient amount of time, we will tell him what we know."

"He is Sheriff where I live, mitéra." Thalia told her.

"Very well, I will follow you there, but you will not know me once we arrive. Understand?"

"Of course, Mistress." She acquiesced.

"Shall I resign my position to prepare, Mistress?" I asked her.

She regarded me carefully. Finally, "No, not yet. It could be beneficial. Who is your king?"

"Stan Davis."

She frowned. "Who is he? How old is he?"

"About five hundred years old, his Maker is deceased, as far as I know."

"Very well, is he to be trusted?"

"I believe so. He would make a good ally for Eric." I told her.

"Alright," she said, accepting my opinion, "Come Thalia, we will go now."

"Susa, would you not like a place to stay for the day?" I asked.

"No, that is alright. I do not wish to be seen here yet."

I nodded. Quickly, they disappeared into the lightening sky. I would need to hurry to make it back to my nest before dawn.

Lots of set-up here. We will meet up with Eric soon! Please review!