A Sight of Light
When the FOTS plans to kill Godric publically, Mark, a boy who is forced to work with them does all he can to stop the execution. If only Mark's gifts could be used to defend himself and others then maybe his Attempts to free Godric would have not failed. But after spending time together with Godric, Mark's resolve to protect the vampire only grows. But that's not the only the only thing that seemes to be growing between him and the vampire. Can Godric reach happiness with this young man? Will he allow himself to see that even a vampire like him can be loved? Godric/OMC
A/N:This is my first time publishing anything so I hope you enjoy! Please review. More Reviews= more motivation! :D
Chapter 1: Memories and Betrayals
Mark's POV
I ran down the maze of hallways as fast as I possibly could. I couldn't believe what I just heard from the mouths of those who were practically the embodiment of hate. The members of the Followers Of the Sun had been talking during their dinner about the vampires that came around and how they had "taken care" of the problem. Normally I tried to ignore their stupid rants, and all the joyous emotions that poured from them into me over the vampire killings. I felt disgusted with myself for even be in the same vicinity as them, let alone working and helping them. But I had no choice. I had to protect my family from them, and letting them use me and my gifts was the only way to do it.
As I listened to the description of the vampires they had just killed my blood ran cold. The only reason that kept me here had vanished, and in its place left dread and despair. I still couldn't believe that they would do such a thing. They had promise me that they wouldn't hurt them! These people were bastards, murderers and fanatics, but if they one redeeming quality it was that they kept their word no matter what. And now even that was gone.
I was still running towards the head office. I could feel the surprise, annoyance and anger of the people that I passed. I sometimes hated the gift that I had; feeling the emotions of those around me would wear me out beyond belief. I did, however, enjoy the second gift that came hand in hand with this one. And I did consider myself lucky that I did not receive the other end of my gift gene. Having the gift of being inside peoples mind would be way too much for me.
I finally reached my destination, the head office, and I bust in without even knocking. The head of the church, if you could even call it that, Steven Newlin was sitting at his desk with his wife, Sarah Newlin, looking over some papers in another nearby desk. I instantly probe their emotions, Steven was completely calm, but his wife, Sarah, is surprised and anxious.
"Is it true!?" I yelled at them.
"Well hello to you too. To what do we own this visit?" Steven says cool as a cucumber.
"Don't give me that shit! You know very well why I am here!" I yelled again. "Did you kill them!Did you kill my brother and sister-in-law!"
"Mark honey," Sarah said in her goody goody preacher's wife tone "it was all for the best. You know very well that your brother's soul was lost when he was turned by that retched thing he called a wife. We gave the two of them liberation from their dead and sinful ways."
I felt nauseous. I couldn't believe they would do such a thing. And the worst part was that Sarah's emotions were both sincere and content. As if it what they have done was the only obvious answer.
I looked over at Steven and glare at him. "You promised me! You promised me that if I worked for you and use my gifts to help your cause you would leave them alone! That you wouldn't hurt them as long as I was useful!"
Sarah's emotion changed from the content she was feeling to sad and anxious. She knew they had gone back on their word and she wasn't too happy about it; even if she truly believed that they had done the right thing.
Steve's emotions, however, were perfectly calm. He felt cool and collected as if he was handling any other mundane task that he had done a million times.
"There was nothing we could do." Steven stated. "They came into our lands and we could have not let them leave. If we did it would have send a message to the other vampires, saying that they can come and go as they please."
His calmness did nothing but fuel my rage. I was practically seeing red. "I hope you know that this means I am no longer under the agreement we had established! I am taking my things and leaving this God forsaken place!" I heard Sarah gasp at the last words that I spat. "And you know what! I'll make sure your whole plans fall from the inside out!"
I cursed myself when I said that. I tended to let my mouth and brain function as one when I was angry. I saw and felt as Steven's face turn angry and fearful at my words. He had discussed with me many times how this week would have been a revolutionary week in their church. They were to kill an ancient and evil vampire and would have televised it for the whole world to see. It would have been the official declaration of war against the vampire.
I had been planning to try and free the vampire since the minute I heard that he was captured. It didn't take me long to be assigned as a guard to the vampire during the hours of the night. The administration thought that thanks to my abilities, which were useless if I were to defend myself, and the fact that I had lived with vampires before, would make me the perfect person to defend myself against the vampire.
How wrong they were about the whole situation would have made me laugh under normal circumstances. Now, however, I felt nothing but despair and a million racing thoughts that rushed through my head. And I remembered the first time I had ever seen the captive vampire.
Godric…
-Flashback-
I had taken a couple of trubloods and some food and put them in a bag. They had told me to keep the vampire fed as humanely as possible and I saw no sense in doing otherwise. I would have snucked the trublood in anyways if they had forbidden me to do so. I also had decided that I would set whoever it was free; no matter what it may have cost me.
I was relieving the two guards that were there before and I knew that the vampire would already be up considering that the sun had set an hour before. I walked into the little break-room that was connected to the room which contained the cell and the prisoner. As soon as the guards saw me they left and I felt their relief as they walked past me and left me alone, not before telling me were the guns with silver bullets were hidden. I walked over to the microwave that was in the break room and heated up the true blood. Once that was done I entered the room trying not to burn myself with the bottle I just heated up and stood frozen in the doorway as I looked at the vampire in front of me for the first time. He couldn't have been any older than 17 when he was turned. He was pale, as most vampires seemed to be, with a medium built and with short brown hair. He was wearing white pants and a white button up shirt made out of very thin material which allowed me to see that his skin was covered in tattoos. However, what captivated me most about the about the vampire was his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green as hard as stones looking directly at me; watching me intently.
I let myself feel for his emotions. I felt that he was patient at the moment, and also very curious. And another emotion I had picked up in vampires… he was thirsty. I shook myself out of admiring him and went to his cell and past the true blood through the silver bars and setting it on the floor.
"I didn't know which one you would like" I smiled at him "My brother says that they're all pretty unappealing but some flavors can be less unappealing than others. I hope O negative is ok."
I felt his curiosity double and he slightly tilted his head to the side. I backed up onto the wall and slid down the wall opposite of him as he stood up from the bench in his cell and picked up the bottle.
He looked at me. "Thank you." He said. His voice was smooth as honey, yet he seemed to speak with authority such power and authority that I sensed my whole body shiver.
I felt myself blush lightly as I mumbled a 'you're welcome' and give him a small smile. His curiosity was sparked again and he seemed to be wearing a small smirk on his lips.
We sat there in silence and I watch him take a cautious sip of the true blood. I felt a little sad as I watch this. I bet he probably believed that I had spiked the thing with silver dust. Once he had decided it was safe he sat in the middle of his cell, facing a wall the wall that was too my left. He would shoot me a couple of curious glances in between sips.
I let myself feel for his emotions as he drank. I still felt his curiosity, and I knew it was mostly directed at me. I also felt what seemed like relief and slight distaste, which seemed to be directed at the trueblood he was drinking. For some reason I felt that his emotions seemed to be superficial… as if he was hiding something else. I learned with my brother that vampires could do this sometimes, they can feel many emotions at the same time but they would bury some under over more superficial emotions. I decided to let myself deeper into his emotional realm; and I regretted it immediately. I felt pain, distraught, loneliness and the sense of being lots in him that was almost unbearable.
I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips. He looked at with a curious and I thought I felt concern in him but before I could be sure the emotion was gone as soon as my stomach growled.
I was embarrassed beyond belief and I saw slight humor in his eyes and the emotion that I had associated with humorous laughter; except his face didn't really portray it.
"Hehe, guess I'm a little hungry. I'll be back in a minute, do you want another one of those?" I ask pointing at the now empty bottle in his hand. He gives me a nod and I go to the break room heating up the other bottle of true blood and what was my dinner for the night.
I entered the room once again and proceed to passing the bottle through the silver bar of his cell. I stood where I was, near the silver bars and waited for him to come get the bottle. His eyes locked with mine and I was lost in the shade of green. They seemed to keep me hypnotized, and if I already knew that I couldn't be glamoured I would have believed that this was what was happening. He stood up from where he was sitting and walked over to me and the true blood. As he did I examined his emotions, and was relieved to find that he was only had curiosity still, nothing in what I read from him was menacing. He picked up the bottle and moved as close to me as the silver bars of his cell permitted.
"Thank you again." He said in a hypnotizing voice. His cool breath danced across my face when he spoke; and I almost felt my legs give out under me.
I took a step back and smiled at him knowing that my face was most likely blushing. I kept reading his emotions as I did this action, and felt surprise from him; even though his face remained as composed as ever. I guess he really was trying to see if he could glamor me, although I felt no malice in him when he did so.
I went back to the wall where I was sitting before and decided to eat the small bowl of chili. I hadn't realized how hungry I actually was and decided to dig in. I ate in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying my meal and losing myself to my thoughts.
"I just noticed that we haven't properly introduced ourselves." He said surprising me and bringing me back to the normal world. I looked up to him and saw that he was practically done with his second bottle of true blood and that he was sitting a little closer to my direction and that he was looking at me intently.
I finished up two more bites of what was left of my dinner, swallowed the content and stood up walking over to his cell.
"Well I guess it can be forgiven under these circumstances. After all we aren't in a downtown social meeting." I felt his amusement at my words, yet his face remained composed. I extended my hand through the bars of his cell. "My name is Mark."
He looked at with his usual composed face. But I felt that he was surprised by the simple act of wanting to shake his hand. He got up from where he was sitting on the floor and walk over to me. His cool hand took mine and he gave a small shake.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Mark. My name is Godric"
I practically beamed at him for a reason that I didn't know. When I heard his name it was like listening to a language that I would never understand yet seemed like a melody that I had always known yet somehow forgotten. When he let go of my hand I let it drop to my side but I didn't move away.
"The pleasure is all mine" I said with a smile.
He kept studying me with his eyes. I felt that he was curious and surprise at the way I was acting.
"Forgive me for being so forward. But you don't seem to be afraid of me nor do you seem to hate my kind." He said.
I gave him another smile. "I do not share the same views and feelings as the inhabitants of this congregation." I let venom cloud my voice at the last word. "If it were up to me I would be a million miles away from this pitiful conflict."
"Then why are you here?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the right.
I let my gaze fall. I hated to be reminded of my circumstances. It filled my with sorrow and I wished things could go back to being as simple as they were once upon a time.
"It's the only way I can keep my family safe…"I said not looking at him.
"The brother you mentioned earlier?"
I simply nodded my head. I really did miss my brother. He was always the only person who was there for me. Even when our own parents were not loner around.
"I'm sorry" he said. I looked at him with surprise. Even without having to reach into his emotions I saw the tenderness and sorrow in his eyes that I guessed he felt for my situation.
"It's ok. He and his wife are ok and I wouldn't have it any other way." I said letting a small sad smile play on my lips.
He gave me a small smile and I felt butterflies in my stomach at the simple gesture.
This was how Godric and I started our friendship over the last week. Every night I would bring him two bottles of true blood and we would eat and talk and simply enjoy each other's presence. Whenever I came into the room I would feel and see how his eyes and his postures would soften. He never showed his emotions, not that I needed to see it in order to know, but he would give me small smiles and chuckles. I felt his emotions slightly change over the nights we spent together. He still felt the same pain and sense of loss he seemed to be carrying. But it wasn't as deep as it once was.
I never told him about my gifts. It never came up and I did not want him to hide his emotions any more than what he already did.
As the days passed by, my resolution to set this vampire free grew stronger. As well as the feeling I had towards him grew deeper. He became my silent beacon of hope, and I would set him free even if it cost me my life.
- End Flashback-
Going down memory lane didn't take me too much time and I was back into reality in a matter of seconds. But I knew that I didn't have too much time left to try to set Godric free thanks to my big mouth. Before anybody could react I ran towards the cell room as fast as I could. I could hear Steven talking on the phone; most likely alerting every guard in the building to try to stop me on site.
I ran and tackled anyone who was in my way. I felt their shock and annoyance but I didn't care. I only cared about reaching that cell and letting him free. I was almost there, just two more hallways away.
But unfortunately I wasn't fast enough… I could already see the door that led to his cell. But two guards were already waiting for me. I try to dodge them but they punched my gut and I doubled over in pain. They apprehended me and hit me a couple of times.
Steven and Sarah came down the hall a couple of minutes later. Sarah was wearing a shocked and sorrowful look on her face. But I could feel and see how fake it was, and it made me sick to stomach. Steven however was angry and I thought I felt traces of disappointment in him.
"What should we do with him boss?" One of the guards said to Steven.
Steven thought about that for a second. "He is still useful to us." He gave a smile that I thought could make a vampire look innocent. "Why don't we try to persuade him the best way we can."
Both of the guards smiled at that and I felt nauseated by what they were feeling. They were happy about what they were going to do to me. To torture me.
"And if he doesn't break?" The other guard said with a smile.
I had to give it to both Steven and Sarah; they actually felt displeased and concerned at that question.
"Don't feed the vampire for the next couple of days. If he does not brake then we will feed him to the devil he tried to protect." Steven said.
I felt the guards sickening happiness before one of them punched me in the face knocking me out and dragging me away from Godric and his cell room.
