A/N: Hello Everyone! So this story has been on my mind for the longest time. First of all this is about Godric and his OC Maker. I've read a lot of True blood fanfiction and a lot of people always portray Godric's OC Maker as the weakest, whiniest female ever. God, It makes me cringe. I'm going to tell you at times my OC might have a weak moment but she is an Ancient Vampire. After all, She did learn a lot! She won't whine that much. She's a Vampire so she's dominant by nature. She is Godric's Maker so that does mean she's in charge. Also Homosexual relationships will be in this story. It is True Blood after all.

Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood. I'm just playing in the sand box. ;)

Important note: All flashbacks will be in English only. I'm lazy. :D

If you want to know what Godric's Maker looks like then Look up Yamila Diaz-Rahi. She's beautiful and I think she's perfect for the role. :)

" I desire the things that will destroy me in the end."

~ Sylvia Plath

This night was cold and void of any light. The moon and stars hid from the sleeping world. Deep underground, a good distance from the surface of the earth, a cavern sat. An ancient ruin where the entrance collapsed millennia's ago and now lay forgotten. Ancient cave drawing and hieroglyphs decorated the walls around a huge stone slab, reaching to the cavern ceiling; inscribed with more hieroglyphics. In front of the stone slab, close to the base of the towering shadow lay a flat smooth rock that reached a few feet off the wet cavern floor.

Lying upon the smooth stone was a figure, old brown and red robes wrapped around the figures body. Skin, a gray color of death and a skeleton look remained upon the figure. Anyone observing the body would have thought of it being a well-preserved mummy. But if they had gotten closer and perceptively looked passed the shrunken hollowed out features of the mummified-looking female, they then would have noticed the long, pointed fangs meant from ripping through flesh as though it was tissue paper and at long last, mismatched eyes opened after a long sleep.

The left eye held the green while the right eye held the color of pale brown. The mismatched eyes flickered back and forth as the ancient vampire came to awareness. She suddenly stopped moving as a sound started to rise to her throat, a soft keening sound broke from her before it became louder turned into an mournful wailing that echoed through the cavern. Her Childe might not have been able to feel her from the bond she cut off but that didn't mean she couldn't feel him. It was selfishness on her part that had her hold on tightly to him even though he wanted nothing to do with her. How long had it been since he ran from her? How long had it been since she went into deep hibernation? How long had he been tormenting himself? Why was he punishing himself? She hissed as she made attempt on moving her body. No...It was useless. She would have to wait even longer. She breathed dead air as she listened to water dripping around her.

" Futuo." [ Fuck.]

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" I do not understand." He spoke, his grey blue eyes looking at her with childish innocence. She smiled slightly, how young he was. How excited he was for the life she gave him. " You will in time, my little warrior." She spoke softly as she rested a hand lightly on his bare shoulder and he would in time understand her words. Her mismatched eyes watched him as she moved down. Her face now perfect level with his. She was taller than him by a few inches. She leaned in and pressed her nose against his cheek before softly moving it across his own. The Maker nuzzled her Progeny and after a short moment he returned the affection.

" I will teach you all I know," she breathed against him as he responded unintentionally with purring. " I will be your strength when you need it. I will be here forever with you." He moved closer against her. She smiled against him before pulling away.

" It is time for the hunt." She spoke as she turned and looked in the distance of the night. " Can you keep up, little one?" She turned and flashed him a fanged grin in which he replied by dropping his own fangs with a click.

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Years Later...

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" Enough!"

She snapped as he turned glared at her with dilated pupils, hate apparent in them. The Maker and Progeny stared without moving, across the blooded wasteland. Bodies lay around them as the village continued to burn into the night. " Look at what you've done." She spoke, as her eye flickered around them. Taking in the men, women, and children laying dead around them. Her Progeny was a vision and a waking nightmare. He stood there, fangs barred, blood painted across his body like a work of art and he was angry. Gloriously angry. She felt a rush of lust before she shook it away, this was not the time nor place.

" They are nothing. They are worth less than nothing!" He finally yelled out. Hissing with frustration towards his Maker. Towards her. " Little one, We are above them and that is why we need to show restraint. They are our flock and we, their shepherds. We must not take more than we need-"

He laughed, cutting her off and throwing his head back, showing her a beautiful view of his pale neck. She pushed the desires away that gripped her as he brought his head back down. He grinned darkly, " You are a fool."

" Perhaps...But you are done here." She commanded, a sharp edge to her voice. " As your Maker," His smile vanished. " I command you to go back home." Her command stung him like a whip and she knew. His fangs slid back into his gums as a lost look appeared on his face. She stared at him, " I'll be there after I clean up your mess." she turned around but felt his departure as he left for the deep cave that was their home temporally.

She looked around at the bodies before unnecessarily sighing. She was too easy on him. She coddled him. This was her fault. One she didn't think she could fix.

...

" Release me."

Mismatched eyes turned to look at her Progeny as he remained crouched in a dark corner of the cave. His grey blue eyes glinting in the darkness. " Never." She spoke as she turned away from him. " You'll keep me with you by force then." He stated as he stood up on his feet with ease. " I have never been unkind to you." She spoke. He chuckled. " No, you're just weak."

Weak? Through the many things she heard over the years. Weak was not one of them. " Am I?" She asked the question as he moved around her. She felt annoyance. No Immortal liked to be stalked. He knew she found this annoying and that it tensed her up. After all, he couldn't stand it when she did it to him in the past. " Yes. Mother." He spit out the word ' Mother.' like it was poison and that cut her deep. Her facial expression never showed it but her emotions though their bond did. He smiled darkly in success.

He opened his mouth to insult her again but in a blink of an eye she was in front of him, holding his throat in a tight grip. His fangs almost came out but the look in his Maker's eyes was dangerous. No doubt if he showed his fangs to her in disrespect, she would rip them out. After a moment, her look softened and she loosened her grip on his neck but she didn't release him, instead she pulled him closer and slowly nuzzled against him. After a long moment he sighed and relented before giving his Maker affection in return.

" Godric," She spoke against his cool skin. His eyes met hers. " I will never release you until you change your ways." His eyes darkened. " It's for your own good." She whispered against his lips before pulling away and turning her back on him. She felt his pain, love, confusion, and anger. She also felt the bloodlust directed towards her. He wanted her dead. He hated her. Her shoulders felt heavy with defeat.

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Language translation- Ancient Latin.

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