Author's Notes: Hello dear readers. Just like most fans, I just couldn't let Godric go. It was way too soon for me but I will admit his departure was beautifully done. So to entertain myself and others and to feed my great big emotion of denial in the death of Godric I have begun to write this story.
Mini UPDATE: I decided to have each chapter be named after a song I think should play somewhere in the chapter. If you want to listen to the song I'll have the title again and the musician/musicians typed in bold at the bottom.
Godric's POV
I walked up the stairs towards the hotels roof. I was prepared for my confrontation with Eric.
Eric my child, he means well, but not even his strong determination can keep me on this earth. My mind is set… has been for awhile.
I opened the door. Its hinges creaking as I pushed it back. Climbing up the last small flight of stairs the wind blew gently carrying a sweet scent. Standing at the top of the stairs my hand holding onto the metal rail, I turned my head towards the source of the smell. Staring at me was a girl sitting on the edge of the building. The only thing I could do was shift uncomfortably. Her inquiring brown eyes were so focused onto mine that it seemed as though she could see into my soul…if I had one.
Blinking and then adverting my eyes from hers I simply said, "I wasn't expecting anyone to be up here."
The air pushed her hair forward sending another whiff of her scent. She smelled like wet earth, pure and aromatic.
"Neither did I," she said then glancing pass me.
I knew who she was looking at. I could feel his presence way before he came into my reach. He started to speak but I held out my hand to silence him.
"Wait here Eric."
I walked towards her and sat beside her. She didn't say a word just looked straight ahead of her at the cities tall, massive buildings.
Once again speaking first I uttered, "May I ask you something?"
"You may."
"Why is a frail human such as you sitting on a ledge?"
She then turned to me with a smile laid upon her face, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I'm not frail, I'm just not indestructible."
My lips creased up in the corners. "My mistake, I apologize. Correction—why is a non indestructiblehuman such as you sitting on a ledge?"
She was no longer gazing at me but peering in front of her again.
"I'm not going to jump if that's what you are insinuating. When death comes for me it will just happen, not by my own hand. I'm here waiting to admire an upcoming, wonderful view of the sunrise. A good friend of mine told me this is the best place to be to see it." She exhaled and then continued, "May I ask you something?"
"Proceed."
"Why is a vampire such as you out at this time?"
I glanced down ashamed but surprised.
Surprised at that she knew what I was and showed no signs of being frightened. Just like Mr. Compton's companion she was different than most humans. I couldn't put my finger on how… but I knew she was unusual. It's been 2,000 years and I'm still able to be surprised.
I was ashamed because for some strange reason I felt she wouldn't like me as much knowing my reason for being out during my most weakening moment. So I kept silent staring at how close my hand was to her own. I wanted to touch it. To feel the warmth that was already radiating from her animate body.
Before I could think of a lie she replied, "Your friends seem to be worried about you."
I furrowed my brow questioningly wondering why she had said 'friends'instead of 'friend.'
Glancing over my shoulder I saw Miss Stackhouse, our human ally, standing beside Eric. Both their compositions read concern, yet bewilderment.
Giving the girl a half smile I responded. "I suppose they are." I looked at the side of her face trying to memorize every detail of her appearance.
"What is your name," I asked still staring at her.
"Freya and you," she inquired.
"Godric," I said merely.
Once again this Freya astonished me. She grabbed my left hand with her right one, shifting slightly towards me she placed her left hand on the top part of the hand she was grasping and shook it.
"Nice to meet you Godric," She said sincerely.
"I'm here to take my own life."
It came out bluntly there was no other way of putting it. I couldn't bring myself to lie. I waited for her to get up and leave looking at me like I was crazy. I was waiting for her to judge me. She didn't do either. She asked one plain question, 'why?'
"I've been around too long. I've done things..." I focused my gaze away from her. My actions in the past should not be forgiven. I should be punished for them. At the time every innocent I killed for savage games or tortured for my own sick amusement was simply me believing I was embracing my true nature. As I got older I understood what the holy spouting humans meant at my kind being an abomination. Creatures such as I aren't meant to be here. Building up strength I tried again. "I've done things that were just wrong and cruel. I deserve death."
"Well, if you deserved death—then you wouldn't be talking to me—fate, God, however the world works would have gotten rid of you by now. Maybe this isn't your time to seek atonement, but to make up for your wrong doing by revolutionizing yourself. You don't make the decision to give up on life, life gives up on you. When it happens it happens, most of the time when you least expect it. Think of the stuff you'll miss, people. Just like a human you can learn to have empathy again, laugh again, and maybe some lucky lady could give you love again."
I could feel the sun's rays peaking over the darkness just as I could feel Freya's eyes bore into mine searching for something, waiting.
My skin began to burn the smoke rising off of it. She let out a small gasp.
"So what's your decision?"
She was right. A human girl, a mere stranger could change my mind. Standing up and looking down upon her I replied, "I hope somehow by chance I may see you again Freya."
She smiled the most genuine smile I haven't seen in ages. "I hope I'll be able to see you again as well Godric. Now—I think its best that you and that other guy get inside soon."
Turning I had saw Eric still standing in the spot I had left him. Miss Stackhouse was holding on to his hand trying to pull him back but he wasn't budging. I will have to repay him for his loyalty and strength.
Saying one more goodbye I swiftly moved ushering my two companions away from the suns view. Just as the door closed behind us the last word I heard from my guardian angel was 'beautiful.'I smiled to myself—angel, but what else could I call the unexpected guest. She saved me and for that I owe her tremendously. Her word lingered in my head. Beautiful, that's what she was to me, no something else something more, beyond words of expression. Never have I felt this way since my human years. I shouldn't get my hopes too high I'm a vampire she's human such union wouldn't and couldn't last long.
Just how much did I deserve this gift of living? While Eric walked into his room after reassuring him that I wasn't going anywhere…just yet, I stopped Miss Stackhouse in the hall. There was something I needed to hear exactly one more time and by another—and unbiased opinion.
"Miss Stackhouse-"
She put on a bright smile. "Please you can call me Sookie."
"Sookie, do you believe in God?"
"Yes, I do."
"Do you know how He will punish me?"
"Oh, God doesn't punish Godric, He forgives." She had a sympathetic guise.
"Do you believe I ought to have a second chance?"
"After what I've seen you do, Godric you seem like a pleasant vampire. I say you do what you can with your new life you need a reward for your good deeds."
"You are so very kind to us, my people, and I thank you for that."
Pulling me into a surprising hug she said, "Aw, being different doesn't make you any less than the next person. I absolutely don't judge a book by its cover, but make an effort to know what the inside is like first. Well I think I need some rest it's been a long day." With that said she walked away.
There was my answer. I—Godric, am worthy of a new start, how was I going to began it? Who knows?
Automatic Situation-Joseph Arthur