author's notes: this is my first True Blood story, and in all likelihood my last. i was so sad when Godric died on the show that i decided to write a story to fix that. it was written after my viewing of season 2, so before i actually knew that Sookie was part faerie so please allow some more nuance in the powers that such part-faeries have. the first chapters are all significantly shorter, but the length picks up eventually!
characters: Illeana (OC), Godric, Isabel, Stan, Eric
setting: flashforward + pre-series
disclaimer: without prejudice. the names of all characters contained here-in are the property of HBO, Alan Ball and Charlain Harris. no infringments of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission. Illeana Tyler and all other characters labelled (OC) in the header above belong exclusively to me.
PRINCESS, MINE;;
chapter one
People say that when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes.
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The first time he sees her she's only four.
A child with brown curls and green eyes.
A toddler in a pink frilly dress her mother bought her the day before.
She's only four, but for some reason life has already decided to bestow her with one of the worst possible fates.
She's only four when she sits in a pool of blood.
He knows who did this. He knows what did this. What did this wasn't thinking, but was driven by an animalistic undeveloped desire. It was a monster, something brutal and predatory. The impulse driving it was something it should have unlearned centuries ago.
Her little hand is patting down in the red liquid, only knowing that it's something gooey going cold fast, and in the life of a four year old it's only such things that matter.
He takes pity on her. For the first time in a long time it's a human that enjoys his favour.
He picks her up and holds her close.
She doesn't cry; she only stares at him with big eyes.
She's only four, but her eyes speak of so much understanding that he's taken aback that she can look at him at all. Vampires did this, some of his own kind, but she still manages to look at him like all is forgiven.
He tells her everything will be alright, he'll make sure no one hurts her again.
She's only four, but she knows truth when she sees it in his pale-blue eyes.
Her little hand touches his face, the blood set off starkly against his white skin, but then a soft white-blue light separates the two colours where their skins meet.
He has to keep her safe, he knows that now.
She's four, so she already speaks, but she tells him that wordlessly.
"Godric, we must go. Now." Eric joins him in the room, but stops in his tracks when he sees his maker holding a child in his arms. "What are you doing?" He chuckles, because this has to be a joke. It needs to be. He knows that there are humans nearing, and they must go. They don't have time to feed.
"We must clean this up," Godric tells him. Eric stares around the room, blood everywhere. They've already removed the parents' bodies and placed them in the van. There is little they can do still, not with the humans so close.
"Godric," Isabel rushes into the room. "The humans are coming." She doesn't know what to think when she lays eyes on the perfect little girl in her sheriff's arms.
Godric finally moves, but he takes the child with him.
"We can't take it with us," Eric says, his voice low. His tone is moving towards disrespect, but deep down Godric has to know he can never keep the child.
Godric looks at the child in his arms, her green eyes almost pleading with him. How can a human have this effect on him? "Isabel. Take her," Godric commands.
Isabel does as she is told immediately. The little girl holds her arms open for her – curious – she seems to know no fear around them. She feels light in Isabel's arms, and the girl even giggles. When she gets to the car, Isabel grabs a cloth and wraps it around the little girl. "It'll be alright, little one," she whispers.
Inside, she can hear Godric and Eric arguing. Some part of her is grateful the girl can't hear any of the words being said.
"She's human. She is not our concern," Eric argues.
"The child is innocent. One of our own kind brought evil into this house. I will not leave her here."
"We owe the humans nothing," Eric sneers.
Isabel already knows nothing of what Eric tells Godric will convince his maker to leave the girl behind. Godric has been changing right in front of her eyes for a long time now. But Eric can't see it.
"We will take her to safety," Godric commands.
Isabel feels a hand on hers suddenly, and looks down to where little fingers are making blood-stained smudges on her perfect skin. She doesn't move her hand. She can't. She has to keep this child safe. "Don't worry, little one. You are safe now," she says.
You've already won me over in spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
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