I own nothing to do with TB or any of its characters. I am just a fan of the series (though, disappointed with how it ended).

This is going to be a Godric and Sookie story. I don't know if anyone will find it interesting? It takes place straight after season 2, episode Timebomb. I probably haven't gotten anyone in character, especially Godric. But I would love to know what you think? And if you would be interested in reading more? :)

Saving Me, Saving You

I was trying to push Gabe away, only my efforts proved futile. Somewhere along with my scrambling, he had effectively managed to tear my blouse undone, the buttons falling off at the seams.

I could tell he was enjoying this, if both his thoughts and panting were anything to go by; This was getting him off real good, seeing a woman struggle while he made the attempt to rape her. His vile thoughts, his plans to rape me, how he particularly enjoyed violating a woman and having her against her will; they were almost as tormenting as his actions towards me.

While I had agreed to go undercover and infiltrate the Fellowship of the Sun in order to find Godric, a missing Sheriff, for Eric, I sure was not expecting this to happen.

Tears of frustration stung my eyes as I tried one last time to escape from where I was pinned underneath Gabe, my breathing strenuous, my muscles aching from the exertion.

Distantly, I could hear Hugo yelling, screaming for Gabe not to do this to me, that I didn't deserve this. Only Gabe clearly was not listening.

Gabe yelled at Hugo to shut up before he slipped one hand forcefully between my legs, up my thighs. I thought there was nothing else worse in the world, than having something like this inflicted on you. I closed my eyes tight, thinking of Bill, wondering where he was, why he hadn't come to save me. He would have come to help out by now, wouldn't he? Surely he would have sensed the trouble I was in?

I reopened my eyes, staring up at Gabe, who was preparing himself to invade me. Still, he was panting heavily, sick glistening excitement there in his eyes. He had managed to get my dress up past my knees, and next second, I heard the buckle of his belt click undone.

This was it. This was my doom. He was going to do this to me...

And by some miracle, it didn't happen.

Up in the air Gabe went, the weight of him bearing me down unpleasantly previously had immediately been lifted, and I almost sobbed in sheer relief as I pushed myself up on my elbows, my legs kicking myself swiftly to the wall while I attempted to fix what little was salvageable of my ruined dress.

That sense of sheer helplessness left me as I glanced over at what had happened, at who my savior was. I had almost been hoping and praying for it to be Bill, only it wasn't. Sucking in a few needed breaths to calm myself down, I inspected my savior more thoroughly.

Standing above me, holding Gabe by the throat in an iron grasp, was a young-looking vampire. Godric, the missing sheriff, I realized. His hair was short and brown, and he was wearing all white clothes. The short sleeves on his shirt showed off an ancient-looking black ink tattoo that went around his left bicep, probably dating all the way back to the Anglo-Saxon period by the looks of it. He was every bit as pale in complexion as all the other Caucasian vampires I had come into contact with.

Turning his head slightly, the young vampire turned to look at me without paying the helpless Gabe no mind. His eyes were a light grey, his eyelids red-rimmed.

Gabe was flailing and kicking his feet around, retching for air, pleading with Godric to release him and show mercy on him, yet all I could see was the vampire standing before me who had only just rescued me in time enough. And, apparently with the young vampire, he felt exactly the same way; He simply stared at me, calm as anything, paying Gabe no mind while his fingers flexed around his throat.

He barely looked about in his teenage years when he had been made into a vampire. While he wasn't tall by any stretch of the imagination and his body was slender with minimal muscle, he still appeared to be the most powerful creature I had ever been in acquaintance with, this far. Energy and power radiated from him in a way that it never had with Bill. With Eric, I could feel and sense that power at times, but it was not as impressive as Godric's.

I caught the vampire shake his head slightly as his eyes roamed down my dress before they flew back up to my face again. He clicked his tongue in pity. "Are you badly hurt?" he asked me, his quiet, mellowed voice startling me. I could detect a faint accent there, though I couldn't place it.

I glanced down at my dress absently myself. My bra was showing from where Gabe had ripped my dress down the front. Aside from that and a few aching limbs, I felt fine.

"Who cares?" Gabe grunted out, "I'm the one that's helping you, remember me? Kill the bitch, Godric. For me."

Godric glared at Gabe in disgust before, with a flick of his hands, I heard a terrible cracking noise. Just like that, Godric had broken Gabe's neck. Just as dispassionately, he let go of Gabe, where he fell to the floor in a heap. I moved closer to the wall instinctively, curling my knees to my chest. While I knew and had some strange instantaneous feeling that Godric was not in any way a threat to me, I wasn't going to take any foolish chances.

"You need not flinch from me," Godric promised softly, lowering his gaze to Gabe's lifeless body sprawled out on the floor beneath him. He seemed to be almost ashamed and disgusted with himself, as he peered down at the way Gabe's head was angled in a spindled direction. I saw the way his jaw tightened then slackened as he sighed through his nostrils heavily. "I won't bring any harm to you."

"I think I know that. And I'm just fine; I'll mend," I forced myself to say softly. "Thank you for saving me."

After a long moment of pensive thought, finally he glanced my way again. There was something about him; A sadness there. There was no light, no joy, in his eyes as they peered deeply into my own.

He almost smiled at my words; The corners of his lips curled as a whisper of a laugh escaped him scornfully. "For saving you?" he repeated skeptically, arching his brows. "I just killed the man, right before your very own eyes. I am a murderer, yet you dare to thank me for saving you?" He eyed me speculatively, his lips thinning out into a straight line grimly. "Aren't you afraid?"

The way he asked it told me that he probably thought I should be afraid. But was I afraid? I didn't think so. Especially not of him. Godric seemed almost serene and calm. Harmless. Dulled down by sadness, like he could no longer find the energy.

"Should I be afraid of you?" I whispered, shooting a question back to him.

Self-consciousness settled its way in then, and I tried to button whichever ones were left on my blouse to button. Only my hands were shaking far too much. Modesty would have to be damned, then. I could feel the weight of the young vampires stare on me, and when I glanced up again, I found he was still watching me, almost curiously, like I was a creature from another planet. He seemed to think my question over for a long moment thoughtfully, his expression almost sheepish.

"No, it is as I said. I bear no ill-will towards you. Nevertheless, you should not have come here."

That made me smile tentatively. He reminded me of Bill then; Always scolding me, always thinking he knew better. Only thing was, this Godric... he was nothing like Bill. He was... more.

"This is probably gonna sound crazy, but I was actually sent here to save you," I admitted, then I had to laugh at the sheer irony of the situation. I had come here with Hugo to try infiltrate the Fellowship and find the missing, old vampire sheriff, yet while doing it, I had managed to almost get raped in the process. It was the only thing I could do; Just laugh about it all, no matter how crazy it probably made me seem. Find the humor in a bad situation. "Funny thing is, apparently as it turned out, I was the real one in need of saving."

"You were sent? By whom?"

"By one of the other sheriffs," I explained nervously. "A sheriff called Eric Northman."

Something flickered across Godric's face at the name. Recognition, as well as some astonishment, I thought. But then just as suddenly, his face had turned into an expressionless mask abruptly. He was excellent at keeping his facial expressions concealed. "You consort with vampires? With Eric?"

I tore my gaze away from him, glancing down at Gabe's body for a moment before trying to work my way out of this one. Then I decided I might as well start by being plain honest. "I do, yes." And that boyfriend of mine had gone away on leave on my butt... I still couldn't understand why if Bill had felt me, why he wouldn't have come to me instance he felt something was wrong? Normally he would drop everything to come and save me. While Bill and I had issues in our relationship, me being kept safe a priority by him wasn't one of those issues. With firm control, I pushed that thought away hurriedly. I would have to dwell on that later.

"You are Eric's human, are you not?" I switched my gaze back to his face, discovering he was still watching me curiously with those big grey eyes of his.

"Ah, no," I hesitated, before laughing out loud inappropriately. "I most definitely am not Eric's. Truthfully, half the time I find I can hardly stand him."

Godric lifted his head slightly, his expression concentrated. I thought he was perhaps listening and hearing something from far, far away that I could not. I got my answer next, when he spoke again.

"I am here, my child," he called, making his voice louder and clearer to somebody. His voice quivered with emotion, like he was almost about to greet a long lost friend. "Down here."

I forced myself to stand up, which proved to be an extremely difficult challenge. My bones felt sore and tired, and I knew I still looked a disgrace, what with half of my blue dress practically ripped open into pieces. I heard a fast whooshing sound and I turned to glance towards it, my heart racing in trepidation to at last have Bill come to me. Only it wasn't Bill. I discovered who it was, barely a second later, when Eric suddenly appeared before Godric.

When Eric knelt down on his knees and inclined his blond head to Godric respectfully, I thought I put two and two together then. I felt almost touched, when I thought I saw a gentle smile break across Godric's mouth at the sight of Eric kneeling before him. He reached down, patting Eric on the shoulder while Eric remained dead still. The respect and admiration shared equally between the two was almost palpable in the air. Eric hadn't only just sent me here with the intentions of finding this powerful and important sheriff. Godric was also Eric's maker.

"You were a fool for sending humans after me," Godric said to Eric chidingly once Eric lifted his head, their gaze meeting each other's. Eric's mouth opened and closed wordlessly in response as Godric's eyes flickered over to me again. He licked his lips slowly, moistening them as his eyes bore into mine. "This one, this... girl, she had almost gotten killed had I not intervened in time enough. Gabe was acting relentlessly ruthless with her."

"What happens to her is of no true concern to me, not now," Eric hissed, shooting a less than pleasant look in my direction. While I felt a spasm of offense ripple through me, I thought I could understand. Godric was Eric's maker, whom he hadn't seen in a very long time. It was only natural. "As for sending humans in... I had no other choice, father. These savages, they had... sought to destroy you."

"Yes, well. I can take care of myself." Godric's eyes were still on me, and even when I deliberately glanced away to give them some privacy, I felt his gaze almost burn into my skin. "I was already well aware of what they have planned for me. And this one," Godric continued pointedly, glancing behind his shoulder pitilessly at Hugo, who was still cowering in the corner, "This one has betrayed all of you."

"Yes, he's with the Fellowship," I spoke up unevenly, mainly directing my words to Eric. "He set a trap for us."

Just as I was expecting, Eric disregarded my words, inspecting his maker closely. His eyes searched every part of his maker. "When was the last time you've fed? How long has it been?" I was surprised by how concerned and gentle Eric was being with Godric; He certainly had never acted that way in my presence before.

Godric was back to staring at me again. "I find I require very little blood any longer," he murmured. "I have found that I have since lost my appetite."

Breaking through their conversations, a shrill alarm started sounding around the church basement. It couldn't have meant anything good; No, we'd been finally found out, as intruders.

"You know what you must do now," Godric hissed urgently, glancing around every corner of the ceiling before his eyes found me again. He seemed, yet again, quite calm and composed considering the danger the three of us were currently in. "You take the girl and leave while you both still have the chance." There was an undercurrent of an order in his tone for Eric.

Eric made no sign of obeying; He stayed rooted to the spot, rising to his full height, his face inches from Godric's. Now that they were standing together, the age disparity between them seemed almost comical; Eric was older and a foot taller, with having been around his early to mid thirties at the most when he had been made, while Godric hardly passed as a late teen. Yet it was obvious Godric held all the power and influence despite all of that.

"Absolutely not," Eric said stubbornly. "I'm staying by your side. I'm not leaving you."

Irritation passed through Godric's eyes as he at last removed them from me, focusing on his son instead. "This is not up for negotiation," he said, his tone quiet and steely. "You take the girl out of harms way and leave. And you will spill no blood on your way out." While Godric's voice was deceptively quiet, there was an element of urgency and danger to it.

After a moment, Eric surrendered unwillingly, not without a rude word in protest. As I scrambled to follow him, I glanced one last time at Godric before leaving as I ran past him. Standing and brushing past him, I barely reached his chin.

But I thought I heard him inhale a couple of times as I passed- his eyes closing for a moment, his nose raised while he licked his lips- as though he was an animal scenting me out. When I threw a bewildered look behind my shoulder at him before I started trotting up the stairs, I found he was standing still where he was, his eyes following my every movement. There was a hungry, appreciative look to him, I thought. Predatory and a bit like he was devouring me with his grey eyes alone.

And that look, it gave me the tingles.

So what did you think? Shall I continue? Or is it crappy and out of character?