Hello fellow lovers of Godric! I hope you are all having a great day. I adore Godric's character and have been telling myself I would write a story about him for ages. Well, here it is… Or at least the first chapter, but hey at least I'm taking the steps to get there. I love any and all feedback so if you have a few minutes write a review. I want to get his character perfect. In this chapter he isn't a vampire yet and is still fairly young. I do not have a ton of information about him before he becomes a vampire except what I have read on True Blood Wikipedia. If anyone has some fun trivia about him or his maker that would be awesome. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this quick chapter.
ps. Unfortunately, I do not own Godric or any other True Blood character. I do own Nix though. She has been an idea I have had for quite some time and I'm glad she can finally make an appearance.
An unexpected greeting
I was carrying water back to the hut a tiring, laborious chore that I despised for it caused my back great distress. I walked through the dense snow shivering miserably when I first noticed the nest. It was larger than any nest I'd ever seen, placed in a massive oak tree. A mess of twigs and leafs cover the base of four thick branches. I expect a foul smell, yet I am surprised by a warmth earthy smell mixed with cinnamon and some deep spice. I crane my neck and gaze at it pondering why type of bird could be in it. I shift the weight of the two buckets I have on my shoulders and hiss when the yoke touches my freshly branded skin. I drop both buckets cursing as the water spills and sink in the snow. Letting hot tears roll off my cheeks knowing it is daytime, so he won't be able to see me. My whole body aches from his recent abuse, but the icy snow numbs my bruised knees and calms me a little. I hear light rustling growing anxious, pulling the small knife from my boot.
When I look up, I'm greeted by the brightest blue eyes which had specs of deep amber here and there. The lovely eyes belonged to a girl around my age in barely any clothes. She was crouched beside me in the snow, she cocked her head looking at me with such curiosity I wondered if she had ever seen a boy before. She raises a pale hand to my face and touches my tear drenched face lightly, her brows knitted together as if trying to solve riddle. My stomach knots, no one touches me except him and his touch never make me feel safe unlike hers. I feel her thumb trace my jaw line wiping stray tears away. Her skin felt as if she had been soaked in the finest oils, soft and silky in addition being so warm. How could she be so blistering with those tattered rags on, they barely covered her? I look her up and down deciding whether she was a threat to me. She was thin, so thin and I could see most of her snow white legs up beyond her thighs, her wavy dark umber hair falling in her soft face. Her eyes travel my face searching for the cause of my tears. I close my eyes feeling the last of my tears flow and quickly try to wipe them away because a boy of thirteen shouldn't cry, however she catches my hand in a stern, but light touch and without warning licks my cheek. I shove her off in disgust raising my knife ready to strike, only to have her snarl slightly and force me to the icy ground pinning my arms with her hands. She glares at me intensely
"What do you want?" I whimper, not wishing to have to endure anymore suffering from anyone.
She responds by kissing my forehead sending warmth through my body, making me feel as if I had been sitting by a fire for too long. Her kisses travel to my chest where she finds one of my deep contusions. My voice catches in my throat, shocked by sensation of her lips on my skin. I see pain in her eyes as she licks my bruise causing me to shiver her kisses graze me so lightly I have to watch her to know it is happening. My body responds as I feel her chest rub against my own. I want to get away from her, but also want to stay forever in her touch. I feel the snow around us melt and sigh as it trickles on my back. She caresses my cheek and releases my arms pulling back to a sitting position.
"What did you do?" I ask shyly, warmth tingling through my body leaving me shaking.
She looks at the ground before returning my gaze lifting a hand to trace where my bruise is. I tense up preparing for pain as she presses it, but am shocked when I feel nothing, looking down I see the deep purple bruise has faded to a yellowed color. She smiles and rises brushing melting snow off her legs. She is much taller than I had imagined standing at least half a head taller than me. She walks to the buckets on the ground and packs them with snow.
"What are you doing!?"
She looks at me startled by my harsh tone. I go to grab the bucket from her, then stop as she places a hand on the snow and closes her eyes. The snow melts rapidly leaving steaming water in its place. I take a step back sufficiently scared
"What are you?" I gasp searching for my knife. Where was it?
She approaches me silently placing a dainty hand on my shoulder revealing my knife in her palm. She motions me to take it. I do so nervously, watching her as she backs away towards the tree. Her eyes show empathy and with a flash she is gone.
"Wait! I'm sorry" I say loudly searching for her, yet finding nothing.
I stare at the bucket entranced by the water inside, my reflection greeted me. I see a different person looking back at me. This young boy has a spark in his eyes, something that had not graced my presences in a long time. I put the buckets back on the yoke, but not before seeing a shape peek out of the nest reveal itself in the water. Smiling, I start to walk back to the hut knowing that it would not be the late time I would see the extraordinary girl.