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Hello, this is my first fanfiction ever!
The True Blood Characters in this belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement intended.
Please critique and review. I am here to learn :)
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"AN OLD FRIEND RETURNS"
Chapter One
It was a humid night. The flashing clouds rolled in front of the moon, dulling the already faint light and as the first splatters of heavy rain fell, a tall male figure watched from the rooftops, as below, the young woman darted from the street pavement, to take cover under a shop awning. She pressed the flip-top mobile phone closer to her ear. The tall figure looked to the male companion beside him, his eyes meeting the other's eyes with an unspoken question. The companion nodded his confirmation.
"Anything else, Gerhard?" the tall figure asked the shorter male.
"Nein," came the simple response.
In a rapid flurry of movement, the tall figure moved to the rooftop railing and vaulted easily over its edge. He deftly dropped the height of the ten story building, landing with a feline fluidity on the street opposite the young woman. He heard the remnants of her phone conversation.
"Okay.. I shall be careful then," she said in a lowered, clipped tone before closing the phone with a snap. It was then that she furtively looked up. Her eyes widened with alarm as she saw him across the street. The icy eyes seem to bore into her. He seemed immediately before her in another rapid flurry of movement. The phone dropped from her hand and hit hard against the concrete ground. The back of it fell off and the battery popped out. The tall figure grabbed the wrists of the trembling young woman and pressed her against the shop door. The rain was coming now in heavy torrents, and in the darkened street, only the occasional flash of lightening would have revealed the watery glimpse of the pair as they were sheltered against the closed door of the antique store.
"Where is Godric?" he commanded of her. His tone was passive in it's aggression, solemn yet urgent. He leaned over her, the huge bulk of his height and athletic frame eclipsing her from sight and as he captured her eyes within his gaze, he attempted to force a response to the command. Whether the glamour attempt worked or not, he could not be sure. Confusion entered her silvery-grey eyes.
"I don't know," she replied. Her voice was breathless and raspy. He saw her flinch as he moved and realized that he was most likely hurting her wrists. Not that he cared much, but he released a bit of the pressure on them none the less, still keeping them contained.
"Why did you speak of him earlier," he said.
Though he had not 'himself' overheard the phone conversation, Gerhard had; and had contacted him immediately as he had been instructed to do.
"I didn't… I don't know..." She was utterly confused, why wasn't her brain formulating proper thoughts. She was panting with the irregular beat of her heart. A frantic fear was rapidly rising now and threatening to surmount any control of her emotions.
He growled suddenly, low and guttural, "You think you can lie to me?" the deep voice stated rather than asked.
She probably wasn't lying, but he knew fear and pain were excellent teachers. He leaned away and drew his head back from her, so that she would clearly see the two long white fangs he was about to produce. Humans were ruled by fear. Terror would often invoke a desperate, babbling litany of everything he needed to know. The young woman heard the sudden "chink' as the fangs appeared and her terrified eyes dilated to fine points within pools of silver. Fear smashed through all barriers of her mortal control and she swooned against the door in a silent faint, her eyelashes fluttering close. He released her wrists as she slid down the door into a heap at his feet.
The tall figure glanced down at her and heaved a frustrated breath. Finding Godric was a matter of great urgency for him. He had been focused on nothing else now for the past week. He should have tried the more persuasive tact that he usually used. He chastened himself at his instinct to use brute fear. It was immature, and he blamed his concern over Godric for his ineffective attempt of interrogation. As he contemplated ditching her in the rain to bring her around, he was arrested by the scent of blood. It was not fresh... but few hours old. He knelt and examined her. She had a large clump of dried blood in her hair, over the left side of her forehead which was also sporting the fading remains of a huge bruise that was likely some months old. The blood was her own, and there had been a goodly amount of it. The arresting scent was just exquisite and he forced himself to focus on the matter at hand. Where was the injury? He noticed some blood had dripped onto the shoulder of her shirt and another drop had hit the point where her breasts jutted from her small frame. His eyes started to linger over her. She was casually dressed, in plain, brown, corduroy pants that sat slightly low on her hips and a long sleeved, button up shirt, which had a vaguely floral pattern of muted greens and browns. She was dressed to blend in.. to avoid attention, he concluded. From the first glance at her, one might consider that she was pleasantly attractive in an ordinary way. On the second glance though, he eyed her full lips, the noble high cheek bones and delicate nose, was that she was simply gorgeous, with long golden brown hair that flowed a few inches over her shoulders.
He hunched down beside her and moved her head from side to side, pulling back the collar of her shirt to examine her neck. There were no bite signs. He fought down the desire to sink his teeth into the delicate vein he could see pulsating faintly beneath the skin. She moaned something inaudible and he decided to sit on the step at the shop doorway, sheltered in a narrow area against the continuing rain. He lifted her limp form into his lap securing her against his chest. She was coming around, and he would be more careful this time.
He knew she was awake when her body stiffened and her heart-beat rapidly rose. He felt her struggle vainly against his arms.
"Just relax, I won't frighten you again," he soothed. She was obviously not that convinced and continued to struggle. "Do you know where Godric is?" he asked her again, doing his best to ignore the dangerous effect that the writhing around in his lap, was having on him.
Running out of energy, she gave up the useless struggle and decided to respond.
"I don't know… I only heard of this Godric, yesterday," she answered, she raised her voice slightly to be heard over the pounding rain as it pummeled the fabric awning.
"Oh?" he stood rapidly and placed her on her feet. Tilting her chin up so that he could look into her eyes, he tried the glamour again. "What were you told about Godric?" he asked, his gaze penetrating into her own.
She blinked slowly and again he wasn't sure if the glamour had taken hold.
"I was asked to look out for him, and to report if I should find him" she stated shakily. She was very nervous, she was meant to keep all information to herself.
"Who do you work for," he countered quickly.
"I work for a federal investigator," she replied. She sighed and thought she might as well tell him all she did know. It wasn't much, and she could suddenly see the value in why information given to her was given on a 'need to know' basis only. "I was hired to keep an eye on the Fellowship of the Sun," she continued breathlessly. "I guess that certain departments are wary of religious groups that promote disharmony."
The tall Vampire nodded thoughtfully. In truth, despite his urgent desire to make sure that Godric was safe, the beauty in front of him had him spellbound. Her voice, its low soothing tones were like music in his ears and the way her throat moved as she spoke. His hands lightly traced themselves over her shoulders with a will of their own. Her anxious eyes shone softly like stars. There was a calm poise about her, despite her nervousness and she continued to speak.
"I was told that Godric was a very old.. err.. member of your kind," she paused hesitantly before going on, and he wondered why her brow furrowed in confusion "…That he had gone missing not long ago, and that he was a very respected member of your community." She ended.
He nodded distractedly, "These things are true." He hands had continued to play gently over her form, he felt her stiffen as he rested one over her breast. He smiled mildly and leaned closer to pull her into his arms. The blood scent in her hair suddenly overpowered his will and without thinking, his fangs released themselves and he had sunk them into her neck.
Her knees buckled and she cried out. As the hot liquid hit his tongue he was assailed with a multitude of thoughts. He almost whimpered at the sweet honeyed taste of her, but the next thought was of Godric. She tasted of Godric!
"Godric!" he uttered shocked as he pulled away from her. There was a sudden rush of wind and the incredibly strong pressure of a single hand, splayed against his chest, was felt, propelling him back from her.
"No Eric!" a voice commanded.
He turned his sideways and looked into the face of his maker.
"This one is mine," the voice continued.