Authors note: Hello everyone and welcome to my first True Blood fanfic. I have this idea in my head for a while and am finally trying to get it written down. It may start out a little slow, so be patient! As of right now this story will be told from my main character (Pandora's) POV. You will find out a lot more about her soon, and without all the information this chapter may not make sense. But it's just an introduction. I'm working hard to get chapter 1 complete, and trust me, it will have a lot more content. Reviews are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

I sigh heavily and roll my eyes. This is preposterous. Insanity.

"Why do you have to act so child-like?" I glare at Godric as he speaks softly to me. This is not him. Nothing makes sense. Godric is strong. He does not bend. He does not talk calmly to me when my very intention is to infuriate him.

"You have gone mad." I spit the words out in disgust. I stand and walk across the room. I have no intention of leaving, although I feel now that if I tried, he would not stop me. Not this time.

A silence falls between us for several minutes. It feels like years. I don't dare look at him. I can barely gather my thoughts as it is.

And before I can speak his hand is on my arm, pulling me. He grabs my face gently and makes me look at him. I want to jerk my head away, but I cannot. I cannot will myself to look away from him once his gaze captures me. "Pandora…" He whispers, sadness in his voice. "The world is changing. We have to change with it. We have to evolve, or I fear we will not survive it."

His words re-ignite my anger, and I pull away from him, never leaving his smoky eyes. "I already evolved. I evolved over 1,000 years ago. If the world wishes to change, then let it. But I shall not change with it." My words form into a snarl. "I am above any conscious. I am above any guilt. I remember a time when you taught me the way."

Even in my anger, his expression never changes. It only exasperates me more. He can see this, "Pandora I will not fight with you. I am not who I was." He steps towards me, and as he reaches for me I pull back, out of his reach. Then I see it, the pain in his eyes. Pain for himself, pain for me. "I will not watch you continue on this path."

Laughter erupts from my lips. "What will you do Godric? Do you intend to kill me?" I hiss. Still, his face never changes.

He is overwhelmingly docile, and his words flow out with ease. "I will leave. And I do not intend to return."

He would rather give me a fate worse than death. As immune as I am to life, his words rip through me. He is not himself. I tell myself repeatedly. My anger quickly turns to panic, and then to a new form of rage. "I will not change for you." I shout through clenched teeth.

"So be it."

I gasp for air. It's dark, so dark. My face is wet. I feel around and quickly realize I'm in my coffin. Just another dream. Or perhaps a nightmare, I'm unsure which as this point. I guess it would fall between both, a memory I need, but would wish not to remember in such detail. I push against the satin lining, until a dim light floods in. Looking down I find my fingers stained red. How many tears must I shed? I sighed heavily and pull myself up.

As I walk through the house I find myself in front of a mirror. I do not recognize my own image. I am barely a shell of myself. I need to feed. Even for me, it's been far too long. And yet, I still can't bear the thought of another's blood on my lips. It's been months since he left me, since he left this world behind. I haven't heard from him.

Is it intentional? I'm not sure. Maybe, for us, there really is nothing more after this life. And yet, he was so sure, so sure that there was more. He wouldn't put me through this worry, through this seemingly unending torture.

And now, just as in my dream, I began to feel angry. Why would he leave me to wonder? The last time I saw Godric, when he told me his plans, I only asked him one favor. I asked him to come speak with me once he was gone. To let me know he was ok, to let me know there was more. And yet he doesn't. Though, he never said he would. He was very insistent that I must continue living my life, without his interference.

If that is his wish, then I can happily oblige. And I know my very first step. To go see the one being he had insisted I stay away from for the last several hundred years. After all, it has been far too long since I have seen a Viking…