A/N: Hello all! This is my first story ever published on FanFiction, so please be easy on me. I am uploading this from the school computer and I am sorry if, uh, it takes me some time to update, but I can promise you all that I will update as soon as I can. Until I get the hang of this, I do not yet have a set schedule. Yes, some of the plot line will be changed, but if it did not, it would not be of my own hands.
Anyway! Enough of my rambling. Onto the story. May be some OOC moments, and I apologize ahead of time.
I only take pleasure toying with the characters, but let us be honest: if they were mine, do y'all actually think that I would be writing here? Not mine. Some plot changes are, but overall plot it not mine.
The basement that held both Hugo and me seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. It was deathly silent, and the scent surrounding all of the objects in its small confines made me gag. I could not imagine what the vampire hidden in the basement, the ancient Godric, felt with his sensitive nose.
I stood up upon hearing the door that led to my forty-eight hour imprisonment. The steps, a menacing sound on the carpeted floor that reverberated off of the concrete walls, descended the stairs. At the doorway, the man that had brought us, by force, mind you, exited the stairwell. His name, if I remembered correctly from what Pastor Newlin said, was Gabe. He was a behemoth of a man, muscular and intimidating to nearly everyone. And I was no exception to said rule.
I stood high, trying to hide my own fear, though it seemed to do little good. His eyes were focused on me, taking on an animalistic view.
When I realized what his intentions were, I began to hyperventilate. It was sickening, and one claustrophobic Hugo could sense the fear emanating from my body and it increased his own.
Gabe threw open the door to our makeshift "cage". He strode with malicious intent toward me, knocking a protesting Hugo onto the concrete floor and taking his coherence. I was alone in facing the man . . . I was totally and utterly screwed.
He threw foul words toward me; some I could not understand over my own screams and pleas for help. I was in trouble and I knew it.
"Get off of me, you prick!" I screamed. I begged whatever force there was watching this situation to help me. I kept screaming, loudly and in earnest for salvation. I clawed at the concrete uselessly to try and free myself. I let out one last plea for help, hoping that Bill would hurry up.
And, just like that, the weight of my assailant completely disappeared. I took a second to regain my bearings before looking up to see if Bill had finally come. But no; before me stood a very pale, beautiful vampire. I assumed that the man was Godric, the two thousand year old sheriff of Area Nine Texas.
I buttoned my blouse in haste, observing the emotions that flitted across Godric's features.
"Godric! It's me!" Gabe tried to yell, though the strong hand over his jaw prevented much movement at all. For a slit second, Godric's face contorted in anger as he quickly snapped Gabe's spine. His lifeless body fell to the floor, and I observed as his eyelids drifted down slightly.
"You should not have come," Godric quietly chastised.
A loud sound above my head caught both of our attentions. Godric's eyes fell closed.
"Bill!" I exclaimed.
"No," replied Godric. He then looked up slightly, his eyes still closed. "I am here, my child; down here."
Like an appearing act, Eric was before the both of us in a second. He was awestruck by Godric, and I came to a conclusion that should have been blatantly obvious from the get-go. Godric had to be Eric's maker. That was for certain.
"Godric," Eric acknowledged. He dropped to his knees in front of Godric with a resounding "thump", leaving a small dent in the concrete.
"You were a fool to send humans after me," he whispered. He slid his hand to the side of Eric's face and lifted his chin to meet his own gaze.
"I had no other choice; I wasn't going to let you die!" replied Eric passionately, though his tone was dangerously soft. He looked as if he was holding back tears.
"There is your traitor," Godric said, looking over at an unconscious and battered Hugo.
"Let us remove her from here. Spill no blood on the way out."
Godric's attention turned to Hugo's unconscious form before he said, "This is the traitor to the nest." A siren rang loud through the air, silencing us all. Godric grabbed me and said, "Save the traitor," to Eric. They ran faster than I thought possible, even for a supernatural being. The humans that filled into the church had no time to move as Godric and Eric virtually plowed through them. Like birds in the wind, they lifted off. Somehow, we were flying. I knew from experience that Eric could fly and I thought it to be age. Such assumption could be correct however, because Godric was twice Eric's age.
A sudden feeling of calm came over me in a moment. Then a sharp pain hit me in the chest. Bill . . .
"We have to go back!" I yelled. I was barely being held by Godric. I knew he had me, but the twinge of pain in my chest reflexively made me double over. I knew that he had the strength to hold me with his pinkie finger, and although that was reassuring, I began to spazz.
"Little one, please calm down," I heard Godric whisper. My body, following his order without my consent, calmed instantaneously. A warm feeling washed over me and I curled into Godric subconsciously, relishing in the coolness of his body. What a wonderful feeling indeed.
I heard Godric ask Eric something in a language I did not recognize and momentarily felt suspicious. When I noticed that they had turned back, I concluded that it had something to do with changing our direction. Godric dropped to the ground, as did Eric, and they exchanged Hugo and me and took off in separate directions without any further spoken word. I was confused, but I was excited to see Bill again.
I found myself curling into Eric the same way I had done to Godric, reveling in his scent . . . wait, what?! Where did that come from? Why the hell were such thoughts coming to me? I thought I hated Eric Northman?!
You have been trying to convince the both of us that you hate him my snarky subconscious replied to my thought.
I do hate him though! Don't I . . ? I really hoped so . . . I think.
Open your eyes for once in our life. You do not hate him.
I sat up straight as an arrow and almost fell out of Eric's muscular arms. He held on tighter and I felt a vibration in his chest. I glanced up and saw an amused smile on his face and punched him in the chest. My retaliatory action only made him laugh more.
Men I thought impatiently.
We arrived at the church and made it through a window quiet enough that the siren would be able to disguise the sound. Once inside, Eric and I crept through the church. I felt like some kind of spy and it was awesome.
"Wait here," Eric said. I looked out and saw a few humans standing in front of the door.
"Eric, no!" I urged in a whisper.
He lent down and put his lips next to my ear. "Trust me."
I knew I had no alternative, so I nodded my head a fraction of an inch, though his back was turned. I watched as that oversized actor hunched his neck and inclined his head. He approached the humans, and I had to stifle a snicker at the way he had manipulated his voice to sound innocent. I watched him, enjoying the way he played coy and clueless. He was truly gifted, but I guess almost a thousand years of hiding one's true identity and still needing human blood would do that.
He straightened slightly and that is when I noticed the heavier set man move to Eric's flank. He raised his stake and I panicked.
"Stake!" I yelled, and Eric acted immediately. He moved fluidly, taking out the two men, obeying Godric's order not to spill any blood, though his own heart seemed to be in a different place. I could tell that the man he held as I ran to him was terrified. He should be; Eric did have the stake pointed at his face.
"Eric, you don't have to kill him!" I said, trying to remind him of at least Godric's orders if he did not want to listen to me.
I could feel the rage radiating from his body, and that was saying something for being human. The look on his face scared even me, but he dropped the stake to the ground and released his hold on the man's hand.
We proceeded to the door, opened it, and saw a large crowd of the people from the Fellowship of the Sun.
"Those arrows are wood. You will never make it out," bragged the man Eric had so kindly spared.
"You know what?!" I yelled rhetorically. I approached him and slammed my fist into the side of his face, giving the irritating prick a bloodied nose, fat lip, and apparently a nice rest judging by the way his lip body fell to the floor.
Eric looked at me with a quizzical smirk on his face.
"What? Godric gave you the order, not me," I stated matter-of-factly. Eric held up his hands in mock surrender and took a step back with his head bowed.
I rolled my eyes at his antics.
"Let's go through the sanctuary," I whispered, suddenly serious once more.
Eric walked beside me as we opened the doors to the sanctuary. Pillows and blankets filled the pews, yet the room was uncharacteristically empty. Not even Reverend Newlin was in it.
We approached the stage and looked around. "Where's the exit?" I Eric asked me.
"There's one in the back-"
"There are multiple exits. But for you, the easiest one takes you straight to hell!" yelled a voice from the stage that I had known and come to loathe.
Solders from the training camp around the area flooded the building. My mind was racing with my heart. I moved slightly over to Eric as if it was just natural. He hesitated for a moment before he put his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.
"Oh, how sweet," Newlin mocked. "Gentlemen, some silver chains for our friend please. You are either with us, or against us. You cast first stone by killing my family."
"Eric," I whispered, nuzzling my head into his chest. I was terrified. I was on the verge of tears, but if Eric had to be held by the chains, I could stay strong for him until Bill came. For some reason, though, I felt myself hoping that he would not. I did not want Bill there, and I had no idea why.
"Trust me, Sookie. I will be fine," he kissed the top of my head once more and walked to the stage. He was immediately chained and laid on a table. The flesh that made contact with the silver sizzled and burned the sound and sight almost too much for me to bear, let alone be the one going through the torture. I could see the agony on Eric's face, his fangs fully extended. The hisses and low snarls and growls that escaped Eric caused my heart to throb for him.
"Brothers and sisters, there will be a holy bonfire at dawn!" Newlin said, a smile plastered to his smug face.
"I offer myself in place of Godric . . . and the girl," Eric managed through the silver over his throat.
"She is just as guilty as you are. She betrayed her own kind. Maybe we should tie you two together. I think this marshmallow will roast up nicely."
I was restrained from going to assist him by two larger men that seemed to be enjoying keeping me in their grasps too much.
"Sookie!" I heard a familiar voice yell only a moment after the sanctuary doors flew open. "Let her go!" Bill looked beyond furious. I could understand completely why as well. I knew I was.
Newlin pointed a gun in my face and said, "Come any closer, vampire, and she will die."
"If you do that, all of you will die!" Bill's snarl ripped through his chest.
"Honestly, what do they see in you? Soldiers, some chains for our friend please?"
"Don't! He's done nothing wrong!"
"Sookie, I will be fine," Bill stated in a growl.
"Newlin!" All of our heads turn to see who called. I saw Jason pull the trigger of a gun, and a paintball knocked. "Let her go, Fuck-wad!" Another shot fired, and Newlin was hit right between the eyes with a green paintball.
"Son of bitch!" Newlin yelled through clenched teeth, clutching his forehead.
"Bill!" He ran toward me. The two cowards that held me in place released me without so much as a second thought. I ran into his awaiting embrace.
"I'm fine," I whispered reassuringly. It did not feel the same hugging him after Eric had embraced me before. I welcomed it, yes, but it was not the same that I had before. What had changed? Why was this different?
I ran up to Eric with Bill yelling my name and removed the chains from his body. His face had a feral look to it. It scared me, but I knew that he would not target me. He looked at me for a moment before he stood, stretched, and went to Newlin. He bore his fangs and growled. His large hand wrapped around Newlin's throat and held him to the marble stairs.
"Eric, do not kill him!" I yelled, trying to keep him from disobeying Godric's orders. His face was contorted in an animalistic fashion.
A loud rumbling and sounds of rushing wind went through the church, silencing the rest of what was going on. The sanctuary's doors flew open and in walked Stan and his posse. He strode with arrogance and confidence into the sanctuary.
"Steve Newlin! You have pushed us too far," Stan bellowed. His voice was deeper than usual. He stood at the head of the group, almost like a pack leader. No way I would say that aloud though . . .
I watched the faces of many human fill with terror. They must have heard of this man before.
The others lined the walls and watched Stan move forward. He looked like the cat that ate the canary, or rather the cat who found his way into the bird's cage. "You expect us to sit on our thumbs while you round up your men to come lynch us? We'll kill you first, same way we did your father." A smug look crossed Stan's face.
"Murderer!" Newlin yelled, struggling against Eric's hand around his throat. He gagged and fell back once more.
"Destroy them," ordered Stan. "All of them." He bore his fangs and all of the vampires at his command jumped into action, each grabbing their own human and putting their fangs next to the probably throbbing jugulars. Screams erupted from every human in the church save me.
"Enough!" came a familiar male voice from the indoor church balcony. We all turned to stare in shock at the young looking, yet ancient tattooed vampire. Just in time . . .
Well, there you have it! The first chapter! Now, I will not always follow the script, but for some of this chapter I felt it necessary. Just remember that none of these characters are mine. And the words taken from the script strictly belong to HBO and Alan Ball. No lil' ol' me. Hope y'all enjoyed!
Wolfe