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I knew that I was dreaming; Some people have that fierce determination to learn to control and be aware of their dreams, Lucid Dreaming, but I'm not one of them. Far back as I can remember I've always known when I'm dreaming, but for the life of me I can't do squat to control myself or my surroundings. Believe me when I say I've tried, especially more so in my most morbid nightmares, but all I can really do is observe, and roll with it.

No matter how many times it's happened, being a helpless passenger in your own body, dream or not, is so dang frustrating. All I can do is think, watch, and judge the shit out of dream-me night after night... Well, today it's day I suppose; I spent my night nursing a few mixed drinks after a particularly exhausting shift tending bar at Merlotte's. I can remember watching the sun rise, then it was lights out, and that bring us to the here and now.

We were running like a bat out of hell from this... beast. I don't know what in tarnation it was or why it wanted to make me a chew toy; all I knew was fight or flight, clearly, dream-me being the little bitch she is, she chose flight.

Trees were whipping my face and arms as we flew through the woods, this thing gaining speed on me. I have no fucking clue where we are, all I know was we started running somewhere down the road from Merlotte's. The closer the monster got, the more clearly I could hear it growling and damn near salivating. My too tight jeans were torn and a bit bloody at the knees from falling, my white wife beater was all different shades of filthy. I was certain that if I had to keep hauling like this I'd lose my sandals, but dream-me kept pushing forward.

While I understand quite well that this is a dream, dream-me didn't want to find out what the hell would happen if she slowed down and let this fucker catch me... Us... whatever.

I had been running for what felt like eons until I finally broke free of the dense woods and found myself in the clearing at the old Compton place. It didn't make me feel much better, but at least I could haul my ass on over to Sookie's house through the graveyard, which is precisely what dream-me aimed to do.

Familiarity consumed me as I passed headstones and rotted trees; fear took over yet again as I heard a roar from right behind me. I tried to will my body to lean into the run, launch myself further faster, but I had no control, and dream-me has always been the lamest bitch on the planet. I swear, horror movie victims were based solely on her/my pure stupidity.

I can see the Stackhouse place now, but it ain't right; there's this massive thing in the front yard, like some kind of freaky hoodoo sculpture. Being the dense broad I am, I slowed my legs and leisurely walked to this thing that stunk like rotting meat and decade old nasty body odor.

For some fucked up reason, my dumb ass is just standing in front of it staring. I can't move me, so I just wait patiently for the imminent death that will wake me up, wondering how fucking stupid can my subconscious really be.

Death never came, instead I heard another powerful roar, but this time it sounded almost pained. I was damn curious what happened, and thank the good Lord in heaven, the brain-dead broad that is dream-me felt it too, and turned my body around.

There was an addition to my dream apparently, one that saved me.

Before me, there was a woman with, I shit you not, the head of a bull, and the freakiest claws I could ever imagine. Apparently she too must have disliked the whole Satan Hands look, and paired them with some glamorous bangles and rings. She was down and out for the count with a hand holding what I could only assume was her heart sticking out of her chest. The hand pulled out from behind her taking the heart with it as she dropped to the grass in a loud heap.

I walked closer to inspect the most disgusting creature I had ever encountered, in a dream or awake. I could see brown hair sticking out from under the bulls head, and duly noted the thing was wearing a wedding gown. Freaky much? I was moving my hands to take off the bull head when my savior cleared his throat and I shot up from my crouched position real quick. How had I forgotten I wasn't alone?

My own green eyes met ocean blues, and I just about died inside. Hell on earth, this guy's hot as fuck. A straight gift from God himself. He was staring back at me, as if peacefully deducing my slack-jawed dunce reaction to his raw perfection. I remembered he just went full-psycho and ripped this bitches heart right the hell out of her, so I backed my ass up a few paces. Dream-me wanted to run, which wasn't a big shocker. I wanted to chat this guy up, I have zero fucks to give. He was without a doubt the hottest guy I have ever encountered, even if this was a dream. Sure, he was dressed a little strange, but like I said, I have no fucks to hand out. I could see a tattoo that looked like a spiky necklace peeking out from his blood stained white top, and I knew I was screwed.

Then the heavens above granted me the greatest gift I'd ever received in a dream; he spoke.

"Are you unharmed, little one?" He advanced towards me, my body shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

I just stared at him. Dream-me, being the douchiest cock-blocking idiot she was wouldn't open her fucking mouth.

'GIVE THIS MAN A ROUND OF APPLAUSE AND BEG HIM FOR SEX, YOU FOOL!' I willed to dream-me. That bitch doesn't listen to me though, oh no, she backs up further like this beautiful creature is the plague.

"I will not harm you. Please, tell me, are you hurt?" He stepped closer in time with me, keeping the three foot distance even.

"Wh-who are you? How'd you do that?"

'Oh, what a pussy. I DON'T FUCKING STUTTER! YOU'RE DESTROYING MY CHANCES AT THE HOTTEST WET DREAM EVER!'

"I am Godric, please do not fear me. The Maenad would have ended your life." He dropped the heart and quicker than either myself of dream-me could process he was at me, his hands moving calculatedly all over my battered body. He smoothed his left hand over the long tangled mess that was my dirty blonde hair and continued his descent down my back to my hip while his right hand turned my head to either side and ran down my torso to rest on my stomach.

I think for the first time in my life me and dream me had the same train of thought because we were both shaking, probably for different reasons of course. I was ready to jump this guy and never leave this dream, she was shaking from pure unfiltered fear.

"P-please, don't touch me!" She let out in a panicked breath.

'Oh my god, never let go! Not even one time!'

"You were not responding, I had to ensure your safety, child. Do not fear me, I would never bring you harm."

I swear to Christ, Satan, Gandalf, and every other unworldly being, the universe aligned and his lips met mine in what was the most gentle kiss in the history of ever. It may have been a simple peck, but it was like the earth shifted, and he was the sun. He backed up a pace and observed me with curious eyes.

"I apologize, Little one. I do not know why I did that. I must leave, the Sun is approaching." He turned to step over the Maenad's corpse.

"Don't go! Christ on a crutch. You, me, my bed. Hell, you can take me right here right now, let's go!" I froze. I'm certain my eyes would pop out if they could, and my mouth was hanging open. He slowly spun back around to me, and gave me the slightest, most sexy grin there ever was.

Holyfuckshitballs. I controlled me. He heard me.

"Uh... Um. How's it, going? I'm Lindsey, and I'm just gonna go... Elsewhere. Now-ish. It was great meeting you though! Thanks for tearing that thing a new one, but um. Yeah… Bye, Godric!" I turned and walked toward the road to head back home. How in the fuck I was finally able to break the barrier, I have no clue; all I know was I had just made a total ass of myself in front of the hottest being on the earth. Even if it was just a fucked up dream, the embarrassment was very real.

The walk to my house wasn't far, I live maybe ten minutes down the road from Sookie. I made the trip up my driveway and practically crawled onto the porch where I took a seat on the top step. I had intended on staring at my flip flops until I noticed a pair of sandal clad feet in front of mine. I looked up at Godric, and he still had that smirk, but his eyes were no longer amused.

"Whatever you do, child, do not invite anyone into this home, myself included. There are creatures who would abuse that gift." He took a seat next to me on the step, and I swear I saw him blush.

"Well, Godric, I hate to let you in on this little secret, but, I'm dreaming. I'm inside right now, sleeping the night away. And ain't nobody getting in my house anyhow. Thanks for that though." I went to stand and walk inside, and in a flash he was in front of me, and looked pretty irritated.

"I understand this is your dream child, do not condescend upon a creature as old as death. You will not meet another as forgiving as myself. You must prepare yourself for the Great Revelation, my kind will be known, and you must keep safe." I just kind of stared at him, taking in all he had said, and trying like hell to look even a tenth as calm and collected as he did.

"Well, balls. I'll keep my gun with me I guess... What exactly are you, now?" He moved in closer, our chests pressed together as I looked up at him. Honestly, I couldn't give a damn what he was, all I knew was his beauty was undeniable, and I didn't want to wake up even if I had just embarrassed the hell out of myself. I didn't want to be without him when I woke.

His left hand ran up my body, past my breast and tickled over my collar bone to tangle in my already wrecked hair. He lightly pulled my head to the side and my heart went off like a jackhammer. I pushed myself closer into him and I swear I felt him growl in his chest like an animal. Did I care? Hell no.

I felt his lips ghosting up and down my throat and in that moment, three things happened: I let out what could quite possibly be the sexiest noise I've ever made, caught somewhere between a moan and a breath. He lifted me up and turned, pinning me to the wall next to my front door as my legs wrapped around his waist like a vice. I felt his tongue and teeth joining his lips in their sweet torment on my neck, and I knew what he was.

Did I care? Hell no.

I ground my hips into his as me nipped at my throat, he was still making that purring-like noise from his chest, while I was moaning like a filthy whore. Hell, I'm a virgin, and let me tell you, if this were real I'd gladly give Godric everything, blood and life included. I felt this powerful need, and I wasn't going to turn this godly vampire away for anything.

We stayed like that for a few moments, me grinding and moaning for anyone to hear, him nipping and licking up and down my throat, until I heard a soft click.

"I'm so sorry, little one." And then he bit into my neck, blood flowing freely into his mouth. I've always been a dreamer, wondering about mythical creatures and what comes with them. I've always thought a bite from a vampire would be painful, but this was the polar opposite. I was in a state of pure ecstasy, a panting mess grinding, bleeding and screaming my praise.

I felt him tense, and he withdrew his face from the crook of my neck. He grabbed my face and pressed his body impossibly closer into mine. He looked into my eyes and I swore he saw right into my soul.

"You must wake, the sun is coming, I must go. Til' we meet again, min Alskäre."

His lips met mine in an earth shattering kiss, my hands were in his short hair, tugging him to me to try and keep him. I have no clue what the hell he called me, but I know I liked it, and needed more of everything.

'Lindsey, wake up, you're late!' Sookie's voice shouted as Godric looked down at me with perpetually sad eyes.

"Wake now, little one." His lips lightly brushed the tip of my nose, and then he was gone.

I shot up like a bat out of hell, reaching out to Godric, only to grab a hand full of my friend Sookie Stackhouse's hair. She screeched like a banshee, clearly shocked that I woke up, and I threw myself back down on the bed, slowly losing the memory of the best dream I'd ever had.

"My goodness, Lin! You dang near gave me heart failure! Now, get up, we're already late for work, move it!" She shouted as she briskly walked from my room.

I sat up, placing my feet on the cold hardwood floor and ran my hands through my hair. This was going to be a damn long day, we both had to work a double because Dawn needed a cover for tonight, so Sookie jumped on it, and I had offered Sam to tend the bar till Sook closed up her shift. I didn't know how the day would go, all I knew for certain was I'd never forget those piercing blue eyes of the enigma that was Godric, who was quite literally the man of my dreams.

So, not too much was changed here, mainly just some words shifted around and what not. Next chapter is completely different. I've decided that bits and pieces of necessary background didn't quite cut it, so yeah! Continue on loves.