When I think up OCs for these types of fics I usually look for a actor or actress to be the "model" in terms of looks and voice. As if selecting that actor or actress to play the part in a film or tv show. The actress I selected is Scarlett Johansson. Although I bumped up her height because I wanted the OC to be taller then Godric. So instead of 5'3" tall she is 5'8" instead. There will be male/female, female/female, male/male in this fic, What do you expect it is true blood after all.
He was perfect and that is why she had chosen him to replace the son she had lost all those years ago when she had been human. He was looking up at her right now from his spot on the ground. With his dark brown hair and his blue eyes peered up at her with a innocence in them that brought a smile to her face. She had been in Rome a few days when a young vampire, compared to her at least as he was only a few centuries old, had invited her to stay at his Villa. The vampire's name had been Octavius and after seeing how he treated Godric it wasn't long before she had killed the vampire in brutal fashion. She had done to him what he had done to Godric.
She had glamoured Godric to tell her in detail of the acts that had been done against him since he had been bought by Octvaius after being taken as a slave from his home, Gaul. She had tortured Octavius for a week straight before ending his life by cutting his head off with a axe used for chopping wood. Which led them to the situation now, she had made Godric into a vampire and he had just risen for the first time. He was now looking away from her and looking around. Head turning at the faintest sounds he wouldn't have been able to hear as a human.
But he wasn't human anymore. He was a vampire. Her first progeny. He belonged to her and nobody else. She crouched down beside him and wrapped her arms around him causing him to jump a little before relaxing into her hold. This brought another smile to her face as she nuzzled the side of his head and whispered soft words of love to him. These things caused Godric to make a odd purring sound as he pressed his face into his maker's sizeable chest. She cooed softly as she let go of him only for a few seconds so she could pull down her stola, freeing her breast.
"Feed from me little one." She spoke warmly, running her soft hand through Godric's short brown hair guiding him back down as he had lifted his head up to watch her as she had pulled down her stola. Godric's fangs came out with a click before he gently bit down on his maker's right tit causing a low moan to make its way passed his maker's lips.
When she felt that he had drank enough she pulled him away from her chest with a vice grip to the back of Godric's neck like a mother cat would sometimes grab a kitten. She let go of him before getting back to her feet and fixing her stola.
"Take my hand little one." She stuck her hand out and Godric immediately latched onto it causing a short laugh to escape the elder vampire.
"What am I? W-what are you?" Godric asked with a hint of fear in his voice, she responded by bending down and licking the remainder of her blood from his lips.
"Just trust me little one and all will be well. I will be here forever for you. I will never leave you my son." She spoke lovingly as she reached out with her free hand to stroke his face, "Now we hunt." Godric's maker turned to look out at the distance, seeing a village. A dark smile slowly creeped its way onto her face.
"Stick close child. Watch and learn." She let go of his hand and took off in the direction of the village, she soon heard Godric following her.
406 A.D
She stood in the center of the village, her jade green eyes taking in the destruction around her. The sound of a vampire feeding drew her attention over to her son draining the last roman legionaire that had been resting in the village. A dull thud signified that Godric had dropped the body.
What a sight her progeny was. Covered in blood and mud, looking like a devil. He was a devil, her little devil. Still though he had gone to far this time. She hated punishing him and she longed for those early days when he still had that innocent wonder in his eyes and the utter love he had for her. Now he seemed to just be full of hate when it came to her. He bared his fangs at her which caused a red hot anger to shoot through her body causing her to respond by showing her own fangs.
"Little Devil you better put away your fangs." She snarled at him.
To her shock he simply laughed at her. A cruel dark laugh. Where had she gone wrong? Had she been too soft on him? Her hands balled into fist as Godric opened his mouth, "These humans are nothing! We are above them!"
"Just because we are above them does not mean you can go through slaughtering every human settlemant you come across! Do you want our food to vanish? We need humans!" She responded passionately taking several steps closer, Godric slowly realized he had already gone to far he had started to back away.
He decided instead of just stepping over the line.. he was going to run over it.
"You are weak!" He spat at her causing his maker to pause, "A fool! A weak and utter fool!"
Her jade green eyes blazed like twin infernos as she rushed forward and incredible speed and wrapped her hand around Godric's throat lifting him up in the air before tossing him to the ground, hard. She quickly straddled him and kept him pinned by both hands on his shoulders. Godric's eyes were wide with fear and for a split second, she saw the sixteen year old boy she turned all those years ago but she surpressed her urge to go easy on him.
She leaned down and bit down hard on his neck, her fangs piercing his skin causing Godric to thrash and try to throw the older vampire off but her age was more then double his. She drank several mouth fulls of her progeny's blood before pulling back. Her lips just inches from his and she spoke in a cold harsh tone, "As your maker, I command you to go back home and wait there for me." She got off of him and gave him a look as if he was a insect compared to her. Godric stared up at his maker who reminded him of a goddess right now with how she towered over him. He was quick to his feet and followed her command.
She waited until Godric was gone from the village before going around and making sure the village looked as if it had been raided by the Visigoths.
She also thought about what she was going to do with Godric.
A few months later still 406 A.D
"I demand you release me!" Godric snapped at her a few hours after the sun had set. They were in northern Gaul and she had considered the idea taking Godric to land where she had been born, in what was now known as Greece.
Jade green eyes met angry blue ones and she cocked a eyebrow at her progeny. Internally sighing. She'd keep the fact he sounded like a spoiled noble child to herself.. for now.
"Never." She spoke softly. She kept her temper in check. She saw Godric visibily vibrate with anger and she gave him a small smile that she knew would just rile him up a little more.
"Then you will have to keep me here by force." Godric spoke in what was a attempt at a calm tone but her little devil could not fool her. She didn't even need to look at there bond to know he was angry.
"What have I done to you Godric? Why do you hate me?" She asked quietly, knowing that he would hear it easily.
"No. You are just weak! You are a ancient vampire! You have fought and killed in the old coven wars you've told me about! I want that woman as my maker! Not this weak pathetic vampire who is using me as a replacement for her mortal son!"
It was as if time froze. Her face became blank as she stared at Godric. His words piercing her over and over as if they were made of a hundred spears. When he had asked her for stories, he had been so eager.. so childlike then. He knew she was old, a lot older then the vampire who had been his master when he was human. So she told him. Of the old coven wars, which were still off and on to this day in varying places of the world. Vampires teaming up to control certain regions for blood, mostly.
She should have noticed the shift from when he was her sweet little boy to..well this.
Her maker would be ashamed of her now, for not catching that look in his eye after her stories of war and death. How she had fought in the numerous battles and had quickly became her maker's favorite child. How she had torn vampires apart with her hands and fangs. She had been a different person then. Her name had changed a few times since those days too. She had been wild, fucking and feeding when ever she pleased. She left eventually, with her maker's blessing of course. It wasn't like she was disgusted with what she had done, she just assumed it had been a phase in her long life. She didn't feel hatred or revulsion to vampires who lived that way as it was there choice.
But she was also a very selfish creature sometimes and had hoped her progeny wouldn't want to live that life style. Unlike her maker, she wouldn't let her child leave. She would not release him. How foolish of her. It seems Godric was right about that part. However, what he said about her child that had died when she was still a human all those years ago. That right there was completely un-called for.
Her fangs came out and once again she rushed him wrapping her hand around his throat just like she did months ago but this time she simply held him and stared into his eyes. She could tell by the look he had that he also wanted to show his fangs, the look on her face however was probably telling him that he had messed up to put it kindly.
She squeezed lightly in warning before sighing and pressing her lips to his forehead, she let go and turned her back on him walking away a few yards before stopping.
"I will never let you go Godric." She said in a tone that told Godric the matter was closed. No debate.
She closed her eyes as she felt the anger from her progeny directed at her. Was she failing? Had she failed as a maker? Her eyes snapped open at the new sense of bloodlust radiating off of Godric, a bloodlust that told her he wanted her dead. She spun around quickly just in time to see her progeny rush her with a wooden stake... w-where had he gotten that..?! No he wouldn't! Not her s-...
Pain. She was in pain and there was a huge wooden object sticking out of her, just inches from her heart. She had managed to pull herself to sit up against a tree. She was in more then just physical pain though. The emotional pain of having her progeny.. almost kill her. She has never heard of this happening before! Never! She would rather cut off her own arms and legs then even consider the notion of killing her maker. He was already gone. Godric had fled into the night and most likely thought her dead. She closed down the bond between them.
She fought the urge to cry but it was a lost battle before she even begun the fight. She let out a mournful wail. She cried for her son. She cried because of the pain both emotional and physical!
She slowly pulled the stake out of her and let it fall to the ground, the wound closing a few seconds later. She cried a long time, hours at least. Until she was numb. A feeling she wasn't used to swept over her like a crashing wave. Defeat. Failure.
July 5th 2009.
Jade eyes snapped open and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. She sat up and looked around the closet she had slept in for the day. Not like the family would know since they were away on some vacation and she had broken in early yesterday morning. She had made a quick sweep and once confirming there was no security systems she had went to sleep.
It had been one thousand-six hundred and three years since she had lost saw Godric as he stabbed her with the stake that had almost claimed her life. Since then she had created three more progeny, after two centuries of dealing with the grief of her first progeny betraying her in such a way. She had not created anymore sons and she never would. She had three lovely daughters instead and had raised them a lot differently then she had with Godric. She had reverted to raising them like her maker had raised her when she had joined the vampire ranks.
Her daughters were fierce and powerful. She had drilled them all in all things they would need to survive in their new lives. They were all over a thousand years old and had helped fill the void left in her after the attack. She had spent twenty years with her maker after it and had begged the woman not to send any vampires after Godric. Reluctantly her maker had agreed. She knew that if Godric had done something like that during the old coven wars she wouldn't have hesitated to rip him limb from limb but at the time she had rarely been that person anymore. Now though? She wouldn't take anymore disrespect from her children.
After one thousand-six hundred and three years her daughters had finally convinced her it was time to seek Godric out. She had not opened the bond with him since she had closed it off just minutes after getting stabbed and almost killed. She knew he was alive and had created two progeny. She would meet with at least one of them first to get a idea on how Godric had changed the last thousand years.
She checked the time on the alarm clock that had been left plugged in. Eight O'clock p.m. Plenty of time for her to track down Godric's youngest progeny since that was the one she was targeting first. After making her way out onto the balcony and carefully closing the sliding door behind her, she closed her eyes and felt for Godric's children. Once getting a lock on the youngest she took off into the sky.
Later that night.
Nora slammed the door to her expensive apartment. The hidden anger she had kept behind a cool mask finally released as soon as the door was shut behind her. She took off her jacket and placed it on the coat rack before stomping into living room before freezing as soon as she entered said room.
She wasn't alone. Nora's fangs appeared with a audible click before she moved farther into her home.
"You have broken into the home of a Chancellor! Reveal yourself now and you might be spared the truth death!" Nora hissed out in anger as she looked around wildly.
"My my.. You are a feisty little thing." Came the reply in a smooth and alluring voice. Nora spun around and just a few feet from her was a 5'8" tall woman with thick shoulder length wavy dark auburn hair and piercing eyes the color of jade gemstones. Her lips are pink and look incredibly soft. She is wearing a leather jacket that she left unzipped to reveal a navy blue tank top underneath, giving a hint of clevage which she seemed to have a lot of. She also had on a pair of black jeans and matching black combat books that go to her mid calf with a rounded toe. Nora also took notice of the woman's chest and curves.
"You better explain yourself quickly!" Nora snapped, feeling angry at being dismissed as a 'feisty little thing.'
Jade green eyes remained locked on Nora as a dark fanged smile was sent the young vampire's way.
"I see that Godric has not learned proper manners or taught you anything at all.. child." The older vampire said cooly.
Nora's eyes widened as she took a step back, uncertainty and just a hint of fear filled her blue eyes as she asked again but this time more respectfully, "Who are you?" She also wanted to ask how this woman knew Godric.
The ancient vampire chuckled darkly as she stalked forward, like a panther about to pounce. "I am Godric's maker."
Nora shivered as she felt the power that rolled off of the vampire in front of her like waves crashing against the shore line, a gasp escaped her lips at the answer she recieved. Godric's maker? He never talked his maker. Nora's fangs vanished almost the instant the answer left the older vampire's mouth.
"W-what is your name, Grandmaker?" Nora asked meekly, slightly hating for how weak she sounded.
"I have had many names over millennias." The older vampire responded her right hand coming up to rest on the shorter vampire's cheek. Jade green eyes stared into her grandchild's deep blue, "Maharet. Neferet. Aphrodite. Enyo. Menhit. Bellona." She smiled slightly as Nora leaned into her touch. "But currently I go by Natasha. However, a Chancellor of the 'Vampire Authority' may know of me as Natalia Dimitrivich."
Nora knew that if her heart could still beat it would be bursting out of her chest at the mention of a few of those names. Sure she knew names like Aphrodite, the greek goddess of love and beauty (beauty being something that the ancient in front of her had in spades), Enyo a greek goddess of war. Bellona the roman goddess of war. Those names are not what brought the rush of fear and awe throughout her body. Maharet, Menhit(A egyptian goddess known as "she who massacres") and Neferet. Her mentor for lack of a better word, Salone Agrippa, had heard stories from other ancients about the old coven war veterans. Godric's maker was the top Lieutenant of the Egyptian Coven? Known for her prowess on the battlefield, strategys, and to top it off she was politcally savvy.
Nora was in a state of something similar to shock as her mind went over the new information that had just been given to her.
Human governments and the average citizen may think that the Vampire Authority is the overwatch of all the vampires in the world, that is not the case in lands where ancient vampires have ruled for longer then the authority has been around. A ancient vampire is a vampire who has reached one thousand years of age. Not all of them took to kindly to the Vampire Authority when it was created in 1710 in North America. As the founder of the Authority was not even a ancient, barely a child to some of the vampires who had ruled the lands for centuries and in some cases millennias.
Nora snapped out of her thoughts and blinked a few times before asking quietly, "What do you want from me grandmaker?"
The ancient vampire wrapped her arms around the younger vampire, bringing her close to where her lips were very close to Nora's, causing a look of lust to enter her grandchild's eyes.
"For now I would very much like to get to know you child." She licked her lips and inwardly smirked at how Nora reacted to her presence. She was also inwardly impressed with Nora's next move.
Nora raised her hands and placed them on her grandmaker's cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss.
A few minutes later.
Natasha pinned Nora to the bed by her wrists, breaking the kiss to attack her neck with a series of nips and kisses. Her hands slid away from the younger vampire's wrists to cup Nora's tits, her thumbs sliding over the already hardened peaks of her grandchild's nipples. A grin made its way onto the ancient vampire's lips at the soft moan that escaped from Nora's mouth. The red head then kissed down from Nora's neck in between the valley of her breast before making her way down Nora's stomach. The younger vampire was surprised by the apparent idea her grandmaker had in mind, but it excited her to the point where her fangs appeared with a click as she opened her legs wider for Natasha.
The ancient vampire ran a hand through Nora's trimmed pubic hair giving the younger vampire a sultry smile before bending down and pressing her tongue flat against Nora's slit. Nora gasped out as Natasha's tongue teased her, gently touching her cunt before licking from the bottom all the way up to her clit. Repeating the action several times which drawed whimpers and moans from Nora.
Nora's hands clenched the sheets as her hips jerked up as Natasha slid two fingers knuckle deep inside of her sex, thrusting them in and a fast hard pace while also focusing her tongue on Nora's clit. Her tongue dancing across the younger vampire's clit over and over. It went on like this for several minutes until Nora came with a loud moan. The red head lifted her head up from the other female's cunt and gave her a heated look.
"Have any sex toys child? I have the urge to stuff this pretty little pussy with a dildo." Natasha raised herself up onto her knees before bringing her hand down in a sharp slap to Nora's pussy causing the woman to gasp loudly as she tried to answer but only got three more sharp slaps to her throbbing cunt.
"Bed!" Nora choked out before shivering at the predatory look entering her grandmaker's eyes, "Black box under the bed!"
"Good girl." Natasha praised before leaning up and giving Nora a small sweet kiss, the brunette let out a soft sound of pleasure as she tasted herself on the red head's lips and tongue. Nora enjoyed the praise she recieved from the ancient vampire.
The ancient vampire got off the bed and got down on her knees to look under Nora's bed and found the black box. She reached under and pulled it out and opened the lid, peering inside. She arched a eyebrow at the sight of the vibrating double dildo caused her to wonder who her grand daughter was using this toy with. She reached into the box and pulled out the device to examine it more closely. The sex toy is a total of 17 inches long, including the where one would hold it while inserting it. It also had the controls to the vibrating part of the toy. Both dildo's were dark blue and 7 inches long a piece. It also had a diameter of 1.5 inches.
A feral grin made its way onto her face as she got to her feet to show the toy to Nora, who greeted her with hungry blue eyes and a fanged smile.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard little one, that even with your vampiric healing you will still walk with a limp for a good week." the ancient female vampire promised before getting back onto the bed.
Two hours later.
The two vampires were now relaxing in Nora's large bathtub. Nora was sitting in Natasha's lap with her head resting on her grandmaker's shoulder as she told the ancient vampire about her human life and what led up to her being turned into a vampire.
"The King was a stubborn man and wanted me to be in his bed but I refused and took shelter in helping people with the black plague. Not even caring if I caught the illness since I did not want to be that man's whore." Natasha listened quietly while running her hand up and down the younger vampire's stomach. Nora took great comfort in this simple action, "Eric, my brother if you didn't know, was in the quarantined part of the city to find me on the King's orders. He was to late since I had already gotten the black death."
"You sound a little proud because of that." Natasha said with a playful tone of voice.
"If it meant I wouldn't end up in the King's hands I was more then happy." Nora said before continuing with her story, "After a short conversation Eric said that I would live forever, I thought he was talking about heaven, but then he took me to Godric and talked him into turning me."
"Very brave of you to be so strong in the face of death." Natasha commented after a few seconds of silence.
"Eric said something similar to that." Nora said quietly before asking what she had wanted to know since finding out this woman was Godric's Maker, "Can you tell me how you met Godric?"
Natasha closed her eyes and let out a small sigh, "He didn't tell you about me at all did he?" She asked while keeping the sadness from her voice.
"No. He never brought you up.. At least not with me. Of course the last time I asked Eric he told me that he didn't know about you either. Godric would just say that you were dead. Didn't even give a gender." Nora responded, silently wondering what happened between the two and hoping that her grandmaker would indulge her curiousity.
"Then we best finish up with the bath little one. I will tell you the tale once we are back in your bed." Natasha told the younger vampire.
This was going to be a long depressing night in Natasha's opinion.