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Eyes that Saw the Moon

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From her balcony, the young nun stared at the moon, in all its illuminated glory. Instantly she thought of the journal excerpt she had read in the convent's library. The reflections made it seem as though the writer lived only in darkness and never really beheld the light of day.

On some levels, she identified with this since the night held great comfort for her. It delivered her from the pain of unwelcome thoughts. Closing her eyes, the young Sister made an effort to listen to the sounds around her. When met with a lack of intrusions, she couldn't help but smile in gratitude for the precious moment of beautiful silence.
Being a telepath meant that the thoughts of her fellow sisters were not hidden from her.
For as long as she could remember, she would hear voices or see vivid images, none of them her own. She knew things about people; secrets and truths that were not any of her business.

Opening her eyes, she regarded her bare left ring finger as a heavy sigh escaped her. She would be turning twenty one in a few months and it was about time that she take her vows. There seemed to be more to life then what she had been taught. There were so many things that she wanted to do, to see, and to experience; she knew that life as a nun would mean that she could not hope to even accomplish any of them.
Almost every night she would sneak out to the woods to pray and meditate in hopes that she would find a solution to her problem.
She closed her eyes this time reaching out into woods encompassing the convent. It was calm and refreshing this time of night, and a soft breeze threaded through the silence reminding her of all that was right in the world. The rustling of the leaves, and the gentle sounds of the night brought a steady warmth to her heart. Here, she would not question God or his existence, here, He spoke to her through nature. Opening her eyes she looked up into the starry night.

"Please show me the way," she whispered as she let her heart direct her words.

To Sister Sookie, St. Dianna's House of Eternal Light was home, and the room she was in had been hers for twenty years now. Over those years her nightly moments on the terrace, were the real moments of freedom she had. Well maybe not the only freedom.

Waiting as the last of the convent hall lamps were extinguished, she took it upon herself to sneak out into the night. The moon was much more alluring when she was up close and personal.

`E

As he laid there, with chains of silver around his neck, wrists, and ankles, he couldn't help but feel annoyed by the rather large sphere of light that did nothing but put a spotlight on his pathetic predicament. The moon offered him no comfort, aide, or guidance on how to escape this torture.

"So this is Eric fucking Northman," came a woman's shill voice on his left."You vampires seem to change your names from time to time." He noted the southern drawl in her accent.

While out on a quest for his maker, he was captured and bound in silver by a pack of werewolves. At this point he could do nothing but groan in pain as the cursed metal burn through his flesh. Although severely weakened, he tried his best to use all of his senses to get a feel for where he was and who his captors might be. The familiar smell of pine and dirt hung in the air, he was in Sweden, off in the country somewhere. He was born here, changed here. . . it was home. Something in his senses alerted him of the presence of others of his kind along with those bound by the moon. Yet all he could do was lay there, since attempting to move would only cause more agonizing pain.
He became increasingly aware of the various sharp and still burning pricks in his arms and abdomen. He assumed that anything silver would push its way out but something was keeping them in place. He couldn't understand what was going on so he tried to listen as the voices spoke in hushed whispers. He rolled his eyes, internally cursing them as fools. Didn't the know that he could still hear. He was a vampire after all.

They wanted his blood, and knew that he was a very old and a very powerful vampire. It had only been two years since The Great Revelation, and already vampire blood had become the most sought after drug in . . . well, the world. To help him cope with the blistering pain and bitter humiliation of being drained of his blood, he let his mind drift back to the time he was turned into a creature of the night.

He was thirty two, and in the middle of a war between his people and a rival tribe. He had been severely wounded and left for dead when a young boy came and cared for him. He couldn't have been any older then fifteen. That very same night, the boy sat beside him and stared at him for sometime. He did not speak or make any effort to make contact with him, he just sat there staring right into his eyes. He could remember thinking that the boy was some spirit of death coming to collect his soul. It wasn't until his real moment of weakness, when he felt like he could no longer keep a grip on life, that the boy spoke to him. He told him that he had been watching him for some time, and that he took note of the strength and lively spirit inside him. The young child vowed to make him into a amazing creature and that he would forever live by his side as his father, his brother, and his son. The most important of these things was that he would live. That night Godric became his maker, and together they shared a bond that no force could break. They were connected and lived together for many centuries before he released him. Since then, half a century had passed and his maker made no contact with him. A few years prior he felt a certain disconnect in their bond and this alarmed him greatly. It was not like the pain of knowing that he was definitely gone, but more like their bond was weakened.

Sweden was his first stop on a list of many stops.

Where was Godric now? Could his maker not sense his danger or feel his distress?

He was drawn out of his absent state of mind as a tempest wind encompassed them all. He could feel his new silver chains moving and they seemed to be tightening, on their own. His drainers quickly came over and did some thing to him just before three blindingly bright lights zapped the air. They all took off , leaving him there with his pain and whatever the fuck was out there. His hopes were that he was being rescued, but that was before one of those blinding lights hit him. The light was bright and so forcefully executed, that he slipped into a welcoming unconscious state.

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Sister Sookie slipped quietly from her room down the back staircase and into the stable. She reached her horse without disturbing any of the other animals and silently lead AuLait outside. As she rode pass the convent gates, she smoothed her horse's mane as a gesture of gratitude. She absolutely loved the feel of AuLait as it cantered down the aisle leading to the woods.

St. Dianna's was a simple convent. The halls were candle lit, and the mode of transportation was on horse back or carriage. On rare occasions they would take a chartered bus out to where it was heavily populated. Someone coming to visit would think that they were stepping into some nineteenth century time warp. The Head Father purposely created it that way so that those who lived there could appreciate the simplicity of life. There was electricity and running water, but mostly, candles and wells were used and could be found all round the establishment. Other then that, things of modern technology were not of central importance.
There were many horses at St. Dianna's and during the day they could be found all around the property, but her favorite was the one she helped Father Superior nurse when she was fourteen. She cared for it as a foal then, and now it was a full grown mare. It was a jet black color with a thick long flowing mane of black hair, and as part of her morning routine (and secret nightly rides) she would groom AuLait and keep her well fed. When they passed the first wave of the woods she directed AuLait into a steady gallop. Riding a horse was the most exhilarating thing to do, she would not direct it's movements but instead, she would let the beast find its own course through the familiar grounds, only directing it away from low branches and trees. She felt especially excited when the brute would make sudden turns. She learned to ride when she was a young girl, and it stuck with her over the years. Father Superior was kind enough to teach her how to care for them.
She couldn't help the smile that pulled at her lips as she thought of the him. He was an inspiring man, and also. . . a very strange man. She never really got anything from his brain like she did with everyone else. Every once in a while she would come across another person's mind she could not read, but she guessed that was just another one of God's wonders. She read about the conduct and codes of leading figures of the church, and had even met a few, but the one who resided in their convent was by far nothing like what a man in, his position should be. Not to say that he did not follow the rules, he just was not as strict as most were. For one thing, he was boyishly handsome, and exceptionally active and she even noticed his tattoo one day when they were out in the stables. There was something in him that evoked respect and authority to those around him. If there was one thing that she could pick up from him, it was the sense that there was a quiet authority governing his very soul.
It was quite a site to see people who appeared twice his age handle him with deference and esteem. There were times when she could sense him being from another world entirely, as though he was misplaced. One thing that she appreciated about him was his kindness to her. When she was a child, he was always there to make sure she was taken care of, never really letting her want for anything. Now that she was older he became an important figure in her life. He had a lot of wisdom and she admired him, like he was her real father.

After thirty minutes, she arrived at her favorite spot, which was a far off area with a brook. She brought the mare to a halt so that they might rest, and it was at that moment that she saw the moon in all its glory. Quickly jumping off AuLait, she tied her to the nearest tree so she could to be out in nature. She cleared her mind as she took in deep breaths, she tried to focus the flow of the brook with her pulse. When she finally felt the connection, she called to the Creator of Heaven and Earth. The Alpha, the Omega. She thanked him for his mercy and glory. She prayed for forgiveness, instruction, and wisdom. At that moment, nothing else mattered in the world.

Her prayer was interrupted when AuLait fell into a nervous tantrum. She read that animals were aware when danger was near so Sister Sookie became weary of her surroundings. With slow steady paces, she made her way towards the horse.

"What is it AuLait," she inquired as she tried to pacify the beast but it was inconsolable.

Off in the distance she could hear a harsh wind tearing its way through the trees, as though it was traveling. The leaves and trees around her began to rustle violently in protest to this unknown force. AuLait bucked so hard that Sookie had to back away from it. The wind was strong, and she was beginning to lose control of her balance. So, in an effort to ground her self she spread her legs while her hands shot out in front of her as if to push against the brutal wind. It was a foolish move because she could feel her feet along with her whole body sliding back. She couldn't help the sheepish giggle of fascination that escaped her. She was amazed, and curiously pleased at the impossibility of it all, and wondered if this sort of thing happened often. She thought to grab onto something for support when yet another invisible force knocked her feet out from under her. This caused her to tumble backwards into the ground.

The air stilled instantly after that.

With much effort she sat up to look around at the now peaceful woods. AuLait was calm and picking at the grass.
Could she have imagined it all?

Pushing herself up off the ground to wipe her hands on her habit, she made her way back to AuLait.

Then, a shadowy movement set her body into paralysis. She shot a look back at the brook and found a stray horse lapping at the water. She wanted to laugh at herself for being so paranoid.

"It's just a horse," she thought catching her breath.

The night was turning out to be quite an adventure.

From where she stood she could tell that the horse was domesticated and belonged to someone. She grew ever more curious when she noticed four shiny long chain running down the length of the horse's back. With slow calculated steps, she stalked towards the horse. Her eyes darted around the woods for any sudden movements.

"How did you get here," she questioned the animal, as she petted it. "Did you lose your way?"

The horse huffed its reply. She directed her attention to thickness of the shiny chains, she followed them to the back of the horse where they came together by a center ring-like object only to fan out into four chains again. She followed them around a near by tree until they led her to an unconscious man.

A man was chained to this horse by his neck, wrist, and ankles; and had obviously been dragged for Lord knows how far a distance. When the foul smell of burning flesh registered with her she made her way to his side, to find the source of the problem. It appeared that the chains were burning his skin, causing his flesh to melt.
Talk about odd!

The horse didn't seem bothered by the hot chains.

She smoothed away his dirty hair as if it would sooth his pain. "Can you hear me," she asked. Even with all the dirt and gunk, his hair was still soft.

The chains that were binding him were intricately fastened and tight.

"That can't possibly feel pleasant," she thought as tried to make sense of it all. She couldn't understand why his flesh was roasting, but try as she might to free him, the chains would not budge.

He was unresponsive, but something about the way his eyes twitched told her there was some life in there somewhere, like he was dreaming. Even if it turned out that he was in fact dead, she could not leave him out there in such a state.

In the mean time she had to think fast. He was massive, and practically dead weight, but she was determined to save him. It was no easy task getting him up on his horse. She struggled for a good while, but was able to get him up there somehow. His legs were dangling off one side of the horse while his arms were on the other. This creature of great girth was no lightweight by any means, and if someone was able to grab a hold of him and tie him up like this, they too must have been equally massive... if not more. At that thought, she frantically glanced around the woods, hoping that she was alone, praying that whoever did this to him was not nearby. She didn't dare reach out telepathically, too afraid of what she might hear.

Finally, after tying the horses together, she mounted AuLait and made her way back as quickly and as cautiously as she could. Every now and then she would glance over at him on the other horse, he seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness. Prayers of quick healing and life seeped through her lips for the entire journey.

`E

He could not completely comprehend where he was. One moment there was a blank space of pure white nothingness, and the next he could sense that he was moving and warm. The pain from his silver bindings were still there. Now he could feel the presence of someone or something near by. It smelled like flowers, only sweeter. He assumed it was a human.
He became aroused, and thirsty but was too weak to do anything about it. It was soft, and pleasingly tranquil to listen to the voice that came from this breather. It was was celestial. Maybe it was a Valkyrie(1) coming to carry him off to rest.

"Lord, You invite all who are burdened to come to You. Allow your healing hand to heal him. Touch his soul with Your compassion for others. Touch his heart with Your courage and infinite love for all. Touch his mind with Your wisdom, that his mouth may always proclaim Your praise. Teach him to reach out to You in his need, and help him to lead others to You by his example. Most loving Heart of Jesus, bring him health in body and spirit that he may serve You with all his strength. Touch gently this life which You have created, now and forever. Amen".

She was pleading for his life to be restored to him. Someone cared for his well being. This was something he never experienced, he didn't feel he deserved it. It was the strangest thing, but an even warmer sensation filled him.

And then there was nothing.


(1.) Valkyrie: is like an angel, or close to what we would consider an angel. This is what it's called in his heritage.

AN:I have edited this story a hundred times over and it's like every time I read through it I change something. So if it looks familiar, that is because it probably is. (Soul's Desire ringing any bells)Feel free to ask me any questions or leave any remarks. I am new at this and need all the support I can get.

This chapter is in a third person view, but the rest of the story will be in first person POV.I hope you all have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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