Hello everyone! This is my latest fic about Godric, the ancient vampire from True Blood, who is just so handsome that he caught my eye the moment he stepped into the screen. Oh my God! He is sooooooooosososoosososos handsome! Gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous... although, he's a vampire and practically, he's dead. Good dead. Handsome dead. Gorgeous dead. So good and so handsome... *drool* My perfect knight in shining armor...
So, for those who love Godric, I've saved him from dying and offered to him my sacrifice, Lara Elfreya! My Oc! She will be Godric's couple, and will love him with all her heart! Like we all do! Godric! I love you!
Nocte 1: Slamming into the Preliminary Part …
Godric at the night streets of Dallas…
Stan disappeared from his duty; Again.
It's been quite a few numbers of times already, and it's been driving up Godric's nerves. The ancient vampire worries for the humans; Stan has almost no respect for the human race, less of all regards for precious life. To Stan, humans are merely food, and they even have a price as do pets and dogs. He goes as far as to ignore Godric's golden rule that humans are not to be harmed or hunted except for willing fang bangers, and made up excuses for it if he ever does it.
Stan is a savage and bloodthirsty stubborn vampire, and yet he remains Godric's second-in-command for a long time. Godric had to admit, that cowboy wannabe does proves to be a valuable and powerful vampire, but he still is not not valuable enough to avoid a True Death penalty should he be caught red-handed in the acts of taking a human's life away. Godric made the rules perfectly clear that no one is to break them, as the rules are made to be upheld, not to be broken.
Still, Godric held respect for both vampires' and human's life, and have no desire to kill or put anyone to death. If he could, death will not be an option at all. He sighed to himself, casting his sad eyes downwards to the cold wet stone pavement.
Coming into a clearing of a small town square-like street, Godric stepped into view from the darkness and stood under a lamppost, lifting his nose up into the air and takes a deep breath of the night. The night smelled crisp and clean after the light drizzle that took place a short while ago, the scent of after rain fresh and smelled almost beautiful if it were to be put into comparison with words. His highly sensitive thousand year old smelling sense also caught onto something new; fresh peaches, cherries, chlorinated water from pipes, freshly baked bread, and a strange mouthwatering scent that he couldn't quite categorize it as anything he had ever smelled before. Following the lip smacking scent, Godric opens his eyes and found a pair of curious eyes staring openly at him from up a 5 storey apartment.
The apartment looked old and well used. The carefully cared vines crept up the red bricks in an abstract, sinking deep into the apartment in a very artful and beautiful way, making the apartment looked almost mysterious to the touch. Such an apartment is a rare sight in Dallas, as everyone adapted to modern housings and styles almost as quick as it first came to light in magazines and designer advertizing materials. He finds that he actually likes what he sees.
Then there is this girl. Her pair of curious eyes turns surprised when Godric glanced up to her. From where he stood, he could see a steady blush blooming across her pale fair cheek at having caught staring at a stranger like him. The girl looked delicately beautiful – small even – and he is somehow sure in his own ways that she is a small and short little thing. He cannot make out the color of her eyes, but what stunned him was her set of long blonde hair; parted in the middle, framing her delicate features, she has the most amazing shades of blondes he have never have the privilege of seeing before in his entire life. It is a very unique combination of cream, gold, light brown, flax and a little silver strands, shone upon by the pale moonlight and in the soft natural light places a strange glow upon her. He had never came across such combinations before and it truly stunned him that it looks enormously magnificent when combined; the unexpected color blend making her skin looked extra pale and delicate, the red flush on her cheeks appearing to be the only color on her face, like soft pink peaches.
Her heartbeat accelerated in surprise while her hand gripped the sides of the large window to steady herself. Godric noted to himself that almost half of her torso is dangling out of the window, and she looks as if she would topple out of it any moment from now. To ease her discomfort, he smiled at her softly.
"You'd fall out of the window if you lean any further away from where you are, my lady," Godric simply said, the wind carried his voice to her effortlessly as she gasped at the revelation that she is talking to someone who is not entirely human.
The ancient vampire expects her to react in fear and backs away from the window, or perhaps to scream bloody murder into the night and wake everyone who lives in this street up. He certainly didn't expect her to smile up at him and places one hand over where her heart should be to steady them.
"Thank you for your concern, good sir," the girl said in a nervous giggle, her eyes focusing entirely on him. Godric make out her voice to be a lovely tone, and it suits her rather well. Huffing out a deep breath to steady her heart beat, the girl graciously smiles down upon him, "I am confident in my skills at keeping myself alive. In fact, I've bend forward farther than this in the past and I'm still not dead down 5 stories from this apartment. I can take care of myself quite well."
The Ancient Vampire finds himself liking her voice instantly, the innocent vibe and note surrounding her, sounding a little like a child's voice while at the same time teasing and seductive. There's also the hint of honey and sugar in her voice, the perfect pitch for a girl like her. He knew she's a virgin by the very smell of the air surrounding her, and he stopped himself from licking his lips at the thought of the rare and mouth-watering taste of virgin blood. It's been quite a while since he had one, but he brushes the thought off his mind and returned his attention to her.
"I'm sure you do," Godric replied graciously, tilting his head a little to her way. Bowing to her from where he stood, Godric introduced himself to her. "I am Godric. I patrol this part of the area tonight, and I'd like to ask why a charming young lady such as you would spend the night staring down strangers in the streets instead of off resting in bed, as I could not help but to notice how late it is already. It's dangerous to leave any part of yourself out of the confinement of your own home after sunset."
The girl smiled at him widely. Apparently, she finds him amusing and leaned farther out of the window to better look at him under the weak light of the moonbeams. "I know you're a vampire."
When Godric tensed at the revelation, the girl chuckled louder into the night. "It actually surprises me for a moment. I was wondering why some young man around my age walks so fearlessly down this part of the area at this hour when you suddenly snapped your head up and looked at me straight in the eyes, like you somehow sensed someone is watching you. No human in their right mind would venture outside at this hour, not if you're not a human yourself. Then there's also that pale powdery textures vampires tend to have the older they got."
Godric cocked his head to the side slightly and smile to himself. Despite her innocent appearance, she is a very observant girl. "I am impressed with your deductive explanation, my lady," Godric said, amused with her and bowed his head slightly to her side. "You are very correct. I am a vampire. I have my duties to perform tonight, and inevitably I came to this area and find myself looking up at a girl, whose hair is already dangling out of the window. If you do not heed my advice, my lady, I fear you would sooner be the one who dangles out of the window yourself."
The girl smiles sweetly at Godric. It is truly a refreshing sight to behold; a human smiling down at him readily and sincerely. He had thousands of years to perfect the art of reading a human, and he is impressed that this girl does not balk in his presence despite already knowing that he is quite an old vampire. Almost all of what he expects the girl to do she had done it otherwise.
"Its full moon tonight and I'm not one to waste such an opportunity to admire the beautiful nightscape of Dallas," she continues in her sweet voice, not taking any of Godric's advice or warnings into heart. "My apartment's a little stuffy, so I thought about enjoying the night's cool breeze for a while before heading off to bed. I don't suppose that's a bad thing."
Godric tilt his head up to the sky and found the silver orb hanging in the endless black silky sky. "It truly is a beautiful night," Godric said in a slight awestruck tone. He heard the girl chuckle to herself and turned back to her, strange to find himself eager to hear more of her voice. "So I'd take that you have been propping yourself up at the window's ledge for quite a while now?"
"Since the moon began to rise."
It couldn't hurt to try, Godric thought himself. Perhaps Stan has passed by this area. He could just smell the slight trace of his second-in-command and the telltale sign of a hunt around this area. The untimely rain had instead come and washes it off and scattered the tracks. He had to try his luck or else another human's life is going to be jeopardized. "Then, would you happen to see a tall dark buff man pass by this area? He typically prefers to dress himself up like a cowboy."
The girl cocked her head to the side and thought to herself for a moment. She gave Godric a disappointing look and shook her head, her waves of blonde hair appears almost glimmering under the moonlight. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Vampire. I'd remember such a person if he ever appears around here. He'd be a shining beacon in such a getup, and I don't recall ever seen such a vampire in this area before. I'm sorry."
He silently swore to himself in Swedish. How could he be so careless? Stan is a master at deception, and he had probably lay fake tracks all over the city just so that they could not find him while he hunts. He could be miles away on the other side of Dallas, and for all Godric knows, he might have started to kill.
"It's alright, my lady," Godric said earnestly, his heightened senses begun scanning and taking in everything in this area. Stan could be anywhere, and he needed to know the possible direction Stan might have taken. Looking back up at her, Godric gave her a light bow and bid her a hasty farewell. "I'm sorry to have bothered you. I'm afraid I must depart immediately. Farewell, my lady."
The girl knew vampire's speed quite well, as she herself have quite a few vampire friends. She knew Godric is going to disappear and she might just never see him again. She jerked to her feet from her sitting position by the window's ledge and extended her hand outward in a stopping motion. The sudden odd sensation of falling forward and outward sends a shocking warning that she is falling out of the window and diving straight for the ground. Her scream stuck in her throat, the girl only manages to let out a strangled sort of cry before closing her eyes tightly and bracing for the painful contact.
She waited and waited, and for a moment, she thought that she has finally landed on the cold pavement when she felt herself stopped diving, the rushing wind and the feel of her hair flying behind her disappears and instead she is washed over with a sublimely magnificent scent that she couldn't quite place it in her mind. It was something she never smelled before, for sure, or she would have searched the whole world for it and brought it back home in a bottle so she could smell it like a drug addict does on a bag of patrol or diesel sometimes. Her fingers curled around something soft like a combination of linen and wool, and her thumb lightly brushes against something cold and warm at the same time, something that felt so akin to the texture of skin instead of cold rough pavement.
"Everything is alright now," a heavily accented voice said, the sound rumbling deep in his chest and gave her a shiver down her spine while at the same time it gave her a rather pleasant feeling that calms down her erratic heartbeat. It was a feeling of absolute safety, and she loves it.
"My lady?" the wonderful voice calls out again to her when she does not reply. "I do hope you're alright. You can open your eyes anytime you felt better."
Trusting the familiar accented voice, she opens her eyes and finds herself staring at a man's pale chest, a strange blue tattoo peeking out from the top of his shirt. Her thumb, previously stroking skin texture, has somehow found itself hooked inside the man's shirt. Dumbstruck, she yanked her hand out from the man's shirt and looked up to Godric's astoundingly beautiful and sad face.
"Whatever happens to 'I can take care of myself'?" Godric said with a lopsided smile, his grey-green eyes focusing entirely on the girl in his arms while he suspended himself in mid air. The girl appears flabbergasted with his ability to fly, and even more so when he smiles. The tempting accelerated heartbeat of hers made him swallow his saliva involuntarily, not to mention that she smells so uniquely inviting. Her scent reminds him immediately to lilies – a strange, but mouthwatering lily scent. His eyes strayed to the strong pulse by her neck. He forces himself to look at her face, and that is when he discovers something new about her.
Her eyes were of a rare peculiar shades of molten gold, and when looked closely under the pale light of the moon, her eyes shone brightly and looks more amber than gold, surrounded with flecks of equally molten mercury that gives him the impression that it swirls around her irises. The very color reminds Godric strangely of the sun, as she draws him deep into her with her luminous gaze alone. Her skin is as pale as his, and she could pass off as a very convincing vampire if she doesn't have a heartbeat. Despite her skin's paleness, she feels so very warm in his arms, almost burning in a pleasant way. The lovely flush blooms rapidly once again across her smooth fair cheeks while her lips – pouty and the shades of a seductive red cherries – opens and close in a gaping motion while she stares up at him with her wide doe eyes. He half wondered what they would taste like if he kisses her. Would they taste like the fruit which color he had just used to describe her lips, or would she taste like what her voice tastes like – honey and sugar?
"Go-Godric!?" she exclaims in surprise, one of her hand slides up to his cheek to assure that what she is touching is real and not a dream, causing him to have the urge to close his eyes in bliss. He likes the sound of his name on her lips. She made him sound less like the God his name depicted and more like any normal living being.
He likes it.
"Y-you-" she stuttered, surprised at the feat Godric had accomplished with his power of flight. "Sweet mother of Fate…" her words trail off when she finally gets a good look on his facial appearance.
From her small group of vampire friends, she knew that all vampires have certain amount of glamour of sensuality that enhances the effects of a beautiful predator even further than their own beauty. A vampire's main weapon is their features, as they were known to be highly seductive, ensnaring their victims in their grips long before they realize it themselves.
But Godric here is an entirely different case.
He is so incredibly beautiful that she finds herself no longer able to form coherent words or thoughts in her mind. There was no way to describe just how unbearably beautiful he is, and if his beauty must be put into words, then the best she could come up with is that he is beyond the word handsome could describe. This man holding her in his arms is honestly beautiful. Even the word handsome, which is a common masculine adjective used to describe most handsome and charming man, fails to uphold its meaning when it comes to the vampire currently staring at her with an amused smirk on his beautiful features. His facial features were so very elegant, with dark brown brows framing over beautiful shades of a blue-grey stormy eyes and long lush lashes. His eyes houses within them an entirely different level of all the knowledge in the world, accompanied with an unimaginable amount of sadness. Despite all that, his eyes are smoldering her into piles of red hot charcoals.
Godric's smile broadens when he realizes that she is checking him out, and that her jaws are slacked with the revelation of his true dramatic beauty as a 2100 year old vampire. She is so focused on him that she didn't realizes that she is not dead, she is not lying on the cold pavement floor and certainly, she does not realizes that they were actually suspended a good few floors off the said cold pavement.
"Please be careful when you climb back into your window," Godric said carefully, not wanting to surprise her once again. He believes that she has enough surprises for one night, and it could very well last for a very long time before another kind of surprise came over her. For now, he settles himself with her safety. He did not want himself to be the reason she falls to her death once again.
When the girl realizes the meaning of his words, she finds her eyes travels inevitably to the ground and finally finds herself floating a good few meters off the ground with Godric holding her in his arms. Realizing the extend of the injury she would suffer if he so much as let go of her, her eyes widen in fear as she squeaked and scrambled in her position, her arms thrown over the vampire's neck, holding on tightly for dear life and continues to squeak in fear into the crook of his neck. Godric bites back a groan at how warm her breath felt on his neck, again, focusing on getting her back onto safe grounds. He levitated them back up to her apartment's floor and said, "I won't let go of you, my lady, I can assure you that. I apologize if this unfortunate event frightens you, but I have no other choice. I couldn't bear with myself to watch someone die just like that when I can save them with my abilities as a vampire, especially when I happen to be the reason for their fall."
"Please, Godric," the girl said softly, her voice being muffled by his neck while she seemed to start to nuzzle into his neck. "Don't blame yourself. You are not the one at fault here but I. I admit I'm a bit careless at times, but not this bad before. I guess I am lucky to have you here tonight. Thank you for saving me, Godric. I owe my life to you."
"I'm glad I could be of help, my lady," Godric said, finding his troubled thoughts reduced to near zero when she comforts him about his inner turmoil.
Lara finds herself liking this spot of his body very much. The gentle voice that rumbles deep in his chest is filtered out by the wall of his throat, and the deep unidentified accent his voice carries brought a pleasant tingle down the back of her spine, making her smile with her eyes closed. She hears Godric's sigh of relief at her reaction and wonders to herself why he is so bothered with what she feels. She absentmindedly rubs her face by his neck and said softly, "I must say, you are rather warm for a vampire, Godric. How is that so?"
Godric raised both of his eyebrows in surprise. "I am?" As far as Godric knew, he is one of the coldest amongst the vampire's community, being the oldest and all. He is surprised when the girl says otherwise. Her warm skin rubs against his left a burning trail behind, making him feel more alive than ever.
"Hmm…pleasantly so, and you smells so wonderful. I don't suppose I've ever smelt something so wonderful before on a person…" the girl replied shamelessly, smiling against his neck and uses his shoulder as a ledge to upright herself in his arms. Wrapping both of her arms around his neck, the girl smiles brightly and said, "Would you please come into the humble abode of Lara Elfreya's for a while, Mr. Vampire Godric?"