"Cannibal" inspired by the song by Ke$ha. A GodricXOC fanfic.
Summary: Godric has been found out: someone told the Magister he had killed his Maker. He is to be punished for it, but his age and position mean he cannot be given the death penalty. Instead, he is to turn another human into a young vampire and teach it how to live as a creature of the night. (set before Fellowship of the Sun drama)
Please read/enjoy, and review my story. This is my first attempt at True Blood fanfiction, and... well I'm nervous! Haha. I got this idea after reading up Godric's past, when it said he'd run from the Ancient vampires to avoid punishment for killing his Maker... I thought, "what if they finally caught him?" so this came up. I hope you like it.
Flames will be used to burn down the Fellowship of the Sun church :3 (haha, so original...)
Eric stood behind his Maker, glaring at the Magister with all the hate and vicious intent he could muster. He had heard from the "grapevine" that Godric was being punished for a murder that had occurred thousands of years ago.
First of all, this was ridiculous. Godric was an old, respected vampire. There wasn't much they could do to punish him by now. Secondly, Eric was furious that Godric hadn't been the one to inform him that he was being punished. The betrayal stung at him like an angry wasp. He knew Godric was trying to protect him, possibly because his loyalty to his Maker, added with his temper, was a dangerous combination. He only wished that his Maker would put more trust in Eric's temperament.
"Godric." Eric was brought back from his thoughts by the Magister's cold voice. He tensed, knowing that Godric was about to face his punishment, "due to the fact that you are important to the vampire society, I have decided not to have you executed or remove your fangs." Eric nearly let out a sigh of relief, but kept himself from doing so. He shouldn't think so soon, after all. The Magister still had to hand out his verdict. The magister continued on, uninterrupted.
"Your punishment for killing your Maker is to create a new vampire, one to replace the one you so foolishly murdered. You will teach it properly so that it can survive on its own. I will be the one to decide whether the child is ready to be on its own, not you. Oh, and if you refuse, I'll simply kill the human we have prepared for you. Do I make myself clear?" he drawled. This was the same punishment Bill Compton had received, Eric remembered with a grimace. This punishment would disturb Godric greatly, he knew. He could already feel his Maker's jumbled emotions.
"… I accept these terms to my punishment. I will raise my next progeny until its full maturity." His voice was full of pain, and Eric felt from their bond that he was immensely disturbed by the verdict and undoubtedly angry. What he was angry about, Eric could only guess. The possibilities really were endless.
"Perfect. They should have it here by now. Dmitri! Bring out the female blood bag." A dark-skinned vampire stood from the sidelines, and with a nod toward the Magister, disappeared into the old warehouse behind them. He came back only moments later with a petite human girl.
It was hard to guess this girl's age—Eric had long since lost his ability to sense ages by looking at a human's features, but he guessed she was around eighteen to twenty. At the very least, she seemed just old enough to be a college student. Her face still maintained some of her childhood innocence, brought on mostly by her large, green eyes. Her white Roman-coined skirt and soft peach blouse was torn at the edges and had dirt stains that had probably come from when the vampires kidnapped her, and her tanned skin (a trait most humans seemed to have), made her all the more enticing, partnered significantly with her mid-length, light brown hair. One simple glance, and Eric knew she was no "fangbanger".
Eric let his eyes drift all over her body, analyzing what would become his "sister", of sorts. Already he could tell she wouldn't be a very frightening vampire, something Godric could surely appreciate. When his gaze returned to the girl's face, he then noticed that her eyes were filled with the usual horrification that came from being surrounded by a large gathering of "scary" vampires. However, the girl didn't scream, nor utter even a sound. Eric would have bet his money a blood bag (he stopped himself after realizing he'd called his "soon-to-be-sister" a blood bag, but then decided he didn't actually care either way) like her would have let out the most horrific screech and dashed away to "safety" if she very well could have.
Her eyes were everywhere. Eric knew escape was impossible, and maybe the girl knew it too, because all she seemed to be looking at were the vampires. She might have been analyzing them, or maybe just trying to figure out why the hell she was there, but obviously wasn't coming up with any ideas. Her earlier fear intensified when she saw all the hungry looks being thrown at her.
"How curious, that the human isn't screaming even now." The Magister sneered, amused. The girl tried to shrink back, but Dmitri didn't allow it. "Why won't you scream?" he growled at her. She gulped and glued her eyes to the broken pavement beneath her.
"B-because no one will hear my cries." She whispered. The Magister barked out a vicious laugh, causing the girl to flinch.
"Right you are. You've come a long way from home. You found this blood bag in California, Dmitri?" Dmitri nodded, smirking.
"Damn blood bag screamed the whole way here. I'm surprised she hasn't lost her voice by now." He informed. Jeers came from the vampires surrounding them. Normally, Eric would at least smirk at this, but Godric's predicament sickened him immensely. He couldn't find it in himself to get amusement out of the girl's misery, because her misery was shared with Godric's.
"See how much care I took for you, Godric? To bring a human all the way her, from out of her state, to Texas, so that she wouldn't be recognized by anyone and cause… unfortunate circumstances." Godric's response was a small grimace, which only helped to fuel Eric's anger. He hated to see his Maker in such pain. The Magister then motioned for Dmitri to bring the girl to Godric's side and leaned back in his "throne", smiling at their misfortune.
"Do you know what we're going to do with you, human?" he asked suddenly. The girl jumped and squeaked in terror, before uttering a small "no, sir". Her meek fear of him only seemed to boost his ego.
"You're going to become one of us." He clarified, then paused and glance at Godric menacingly. "But if Godric refuses to turn you, we'll kill you. I'm sure you taste just lovely." He grinned, showing off his fangs at her. The vampires around them cheered, creeping closer. Godric raised his head and wrapped his hand around the girl's wrist, pulling her toward him as gently as he could.
"There is no need to threaten either of us. I will accept my punishment." He growled, his green eyes flickering with anger. The Magister nodded and waved his hand.
"Then get to it. We will watch to be sure it's done." Of course they have to watch, Eric thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, if they didn't Godric would never do it. Dmitri, who still had a slight hold on the girl, pushed her forward into Godric's arms, who caught her willingly and set her back on her feet.
Godric looked into the girl's eyes, searching through them silently. Eric was not sure what he found there, but it had saddened Godric even more. She must be afraid of him—Godric always got upset when humans were wary of him. Eric watched as the vampire around them grew impatient when Godric tucked a stray strand of the girl's brown hair behind her ear.
"What is your name, child?" he asked her. She bit her lip and tried to look away from Godric's penetrating gaze, but he grabbed her chin and forced her to keep her eyes on him. He didn't want her to see the reactions of the surrounding vampires, for he knew that would only cause her more worry. The poor girl was already scarred enough from what his kind was doing to her, and the fact that they would only continue to do so in her new life as a vampire concerned him. He wanted to shield the girl from as much as he could. The girl trembled slightly but neither Godric nor Eric could have blamed her.
"What is your name?" he repeated, his voice softening to try and put her at ease. He watched as she took a shaky breath.
"Acacia." Godric gave her his infamous half-smile and placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. Figures that her name would symbolize immortality, Eric thought, amused. He could tell that Godric was just as amused as he. Eric almost wondered if the Magister picked this girl because of her name, for humor's sake, but dismissed the thought. The Magister's sense of humor only consisted of sadistic intent.
"I am Godric. I am sorry for taking away your humanity, Acacia." His words seemed to break something in Acacia and tears began to flow down from her solemn green eyes. Godric wiped some away with his thumb.
"I don't blame you." She whispered, just as Godric leaned down and bit into her neck, draining her of her essence of life.
Acacia woke up feeling positively awful. She was placed on a large bed, dressed in a man's clothing, and a heavy thirst burned her throat. She groaned, and as soon as the sound escaped her lips, a man appeared beside her, crouched on the bed.
Godric. Her mind told her, and the memory that she'd thought had merely been a bad dream resurfaced. Tears stung at her vision as she looked up at him, making her bite her lip to prevent them. She didn't like to cry in front of others. She could only imagine how she looked to him right now. She guessed it would be something like a "kicked puppy" look.
"I am glad that you have awoken." He said quietly, his green-gray eyes scanning her face. "How do you feel, little one?" Acacia bit her lip again—a bad habit she'd picked up from her mother—and looked down at her outfit. Godric caught on immediately.
"I had nothing your size to change you into, and your clothes were filthy." He informed her, "I had my underling, Isobel, dress you, but waited for you to wake before offering you time to bathe." A bath was something Acacia certainly needed. Although the clothes were clean, every part of Acacia's body was covered in a layer of dirt. She'd never been so dirty before. It wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling.
"I—feel thirsty." She admitted to him, answering his earlier question. She looked back up at him meekly to see him giving her a sad smile. He placed a bottle of "True Blood" into her hands, as if he had expected her to be thirsty when she first awoke as a vampire. He probably did, being a vampire himself. His experience had come from his many years being alive.
"I will help you decide which Blood Type suits you more in the near future. I'd like you to at least sate your thirst for now, though." Godric brushed some of her hair back. Acacia guessed it must be a developing habit of his own. She didn't mind; in fact, she rather liked it when he touched her, however strange that must have sounded.
Nodding, Acacia looked down at the open bottle, sniffed it, and grimaced.
"It smells!" she complained. A chuckle burst from Godric's lips, making his eyes crinkle up with joy and his body quivered slightly.
"Oh, my child, you have so much to learn." He said lovingly, playing with her hair. Acacia frowned, taking a sip of the disgusting substance.
"Godric," she started, sounding out his name slowly. She loved the feel of his name on her tongue, "am I… am I really a vampire now?" she asked him. There was a small part of her that seemed to be in denial over her change. Godric nodded solemnly, his gaze never leaving her face. That part in her was crushed as result, and tears flowed down her face for the second time in front of Godric. When she went to wipe them away, instead of her fingers coming away with the normal clear, salty tears, they came away bloody and red. It proved her suspicions without any doubt.
Acacia was a vampire.
Hi! I edited this chapter a little (more like, only one sentence which I left unfinished. I don't even remember what I was going to write, so I just came up with something random. You know how those little, unimportant sentences make everything sound so much better? Yeah. It was one of those), so uh. Yeah. :) I'm working on chapter two right now, I just looked back to check what was going on again before continuing. I forget things easily. -.-'
I'm really hoping to get a beta reader soon. I've already messaged two that I'm interested in, but the position remains open. Maybe some of you can help? Refer me to someone, or offer yourself? (that sounds wrong, sorry, but I don't know how to rephrase that! xD)
It's my first time with a Beta reader and all, so I'm pretty nervous and clueless to how it works... I hope you guys will bare with me! Thank you so much to those of you who have reviewed so far tonight. I'll give you all a shout out in chapter two, I promise (should I not do that? would you be embarrassed? haha...)
If there are any more mistakes you notice, please let me know. I'll be happy to fix them right up! Sometimes I get lost in my own little world, so I don't know what I'm doing with my stories. I often have to re-read them to get the gist of things...
If you read all that hopeless rambling up there ^ I really, really love you. LOL
If you didn't... still know I'm looking for a Beta Reader person. I'd love it if you could help point me in the right direction!
