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We Are Electric

Chapter 1: Souls

There was something about Dallas that Kat liked. She couldn't put a finger on it, and she didn't she wanted to. She would settle for stumbling over an inadequate description when she talked to her mother on the phone at night.

It was however, the first time that she saw him that the beauty of her city flew into the background.

She walked, the sidewalk rising to meet her feet. She wasn't in any particular hurry. Rather, she had been consumed by the urge to go for a walk. It was as if someone or something had stood behind her and pushed her from her couch.

He was walking in the opposite direction, and she felt him before she saw him. Some kind of snaking, golden feeling had wrapped around her. When she saw him, her feet stopped moving. Had she wanted to move, she wouldn't have been able to.

When he looked at her, she fell to her knees. Her eyes were wide as her knees smashed on the sidewalk. She couldn't register any pain. Her hands went to her throat as if she were choking, willing herself to understand what her brain was communicating. She forgot herself. She was soaring over the plains of a land she had never visited, but felt she knew every blade of grass as if she had run over it every day. She felt the warmth of war-fire, the refreshment of something coppery running down her throat. A thousand memories for a thousand lifetimes, all flooding her at once.

Who are you, dear one? How many have you watched die, that you could not keep forever as you yourself lived on? How many have you shied from because you knew what you are prevents the one thing that you want - a lasting friend? How many times have you deprived yourself of that which you so desperately crave? Let me dance with you, dear one. Let use feel the stalks of grass beneath our bare feet as we dance, hundreds of miles away to a tune of our own design. I don't care as long as I am with you. I will know you forever. Finally, you will know love. A love that, no matter what you are, is everlasting. Oh dear one. How I have missed you. Come home. Come home. Come home.

And in this moment, when her vision returns and she beholds him, she feels as if she has been ripped in two. However, she could have been bleeding and ruined here on a sidewalk in Texas for all to see, and she could have seen no less beauty in this moment. Her soul, gray and misty and arms wide open, rose triumphant from her body.

And when her soul met his, she knew him. She knew every part of him. Tears fell thick and hot down her round cheeks, and dripped salty over her smiling lips.

"Godric."

She couldn't remain conscious. She drifted, somewhere over two men, one dressed as a Nordic soldier and the other a native, blood dripping from his lips in satisfaction.

Welcome home Godric, welcome home…

Cinnamon.

It is the first word she thinks when she returns from unconsciousness. It smells like cinnamon.

And he is there.

"What did you see, Kat?"

She is startled by a perfect stranger's use of her name. But he is not a stranger. She has known him. She has known him forever.

She is laying on a bed, white satin sheets cascading like waves from her. White brick walls run endlessly, black iron furnishings completing the modern look.

She meets his eyes and smiles.

"You. The world. Everything." She is completely at peace with this strange knowledge, how completely she knows him. "How do you know my name?"

He now returns the smile. "Your soul met mine. We have all prior knowledge of each other."

"Why?" she asks, knowing the answer but wishing to hear it from his mouth.

"Because we are soulmates." His smile is small, but no less joyful. Joy is a strange thing on a vampire's face, she muses.

"What does it mean? For us?"

"We are meant to be together. Our souls were made to rest with each other. Every part of us fits. Physically and mentally we are a match. We will not be able to travel far from each other or we will become depressed, lethargic, and generally quite anxious." He pauses for just a moment, to allow her to process this new information before the biggest piece of all is revealed. "We will know a love that few can imagine. A devotion that cannot be matched."

"Does this happen to all soulmates?"

"Yes. You were able to see your soul leaving you to meet mine because I am vampire. My immortal blood gives the magic of such things a power that humans can not supply. All soulmates interact differently, and each pairing is individual. How we treat each other will not be how other pairings interact."

"Wow," is all Kat could say.

Godric let a low chuckle escape him.

The silence between them is comfortable. It is the comfort of beings who have long enjoyed one another's company, and no longer need words to fill the space between them.

"And…uh…you're okay with that. With this? With me?"

And with that, the most incredible laugh burst from Godric's lips.

"You are my soulmate, Kat. There is no one else in the world I would be happier with."

His lips meet hers then. There had been no transition, no awkward pause before their mouths touched. It was as if this was one kiss among thousands that had already occurred, and also one of thousands to come.

He smelled of wood smoke and soap. His mouth tasted sweet, metallic, and cloying. Her hands ran down his back and explored the dense knots of muscle. Each held it's own story.

His left shoulder blade sang of war and a wound long healed. His lower back spoke of long hours making his way on a farm as the world progressed. His neck…his neck spoke of a change that had been necessary and almost welcome. His eyelids spoke of a savagery long since gone. His body was young, but his mind so old. Looking at him was a contradiction. His wisdom shone through a young man's body. Such impossibilities.

She felt his energy, and his willingness to live in peace amongst humans. She felt his discontent with some of those around him. But mostly she felt how perfectly his hips molded with hers as he slid on top of her.

He did not move with inhuman speed, but rather afforded them both the privilege of feeling their bodies meet for the first time. He was not made of stone, as might be expected. His skin was pliant under her fingers. There was no heartbeat, no rush of blood through his veins, but she could feel the electricity beneath his skin regardless. Her breath came in short hot gasps against his neck, allowing him to drink her in like prey. Wood smoke and soap. She smelled like him.

It is only later, when the pleasures of two thousand years of waiting were released that he realized how long he had truly lived. Never had he experienced anything as singular as the pleasure of feeling such perfect breasts beneath his hands. Each touch they brushed over one another brought the other to utter in disbelief. Mouths explored each other's bodies. And when they had finally joined in the most intimate of embraces, he had felt so perfect inside of her that there was no denying their existence together.

As they lay together afterward, his fingers drag easily along her arm. It is the first time in a long time he has been completely at peace. He does not know peace as humans do, nor can he remember it. But he feels it now, just the same.

Their bodies touch, each curve in her soft body fitting in the holes in his. He can not remember ever, even in his two thousand years of being, ever being as totally enthralled with any creature, human or otherwise, than he was with the one beneath him.

"We are electric, my love." The words breathe from his mouth, curling around her like some blood-red ribbon.

Her eyes follow his fingers as they trace her delicate arms, gasping as the pads of his hands rest against hers. He curls her fingers between his and smiles at the seeming fragility he grasps.

"Electric."

Her eyes change. They appear anticipatory, as if she would like to say something. And then her mouth opens.

"I love you, Godric."

He stumbles, his mouth opening in reply.

"I have loved you forever."

Author's Note

So, who else thinks Godric is a GREAT character on True Blood? I believe it is very realistic that a vampire that has been around two thousand years would tire of the violence against creatures he must ultimately coexist with. But I like that he's not a hippieesque-human-lover. He is willing to kill if need be. He would just rather avoid it. In short, he's badass.

This story takes place directly after the incident at the L.O.D.I. They are all at the hotel the night after rescuing Sookie.

Anyways, this is by no means the end of my story. I hope you all stick around. A lot of action and actual plot to come! I was just in the mood to write something very charged, supernatural, and with a lot of flowy description. :)

Reviews are appreciated and replied to. Sorry this chapter is so short! Next one will be longer. This story started on a whim. And I'm glad it did! It's my favorite chapter on FF I've ever written I think.

Next Chapter: Kat meets all the other vampires involved in the L.O.D.I. incident, and more explanation on soulmates! It is a magick, albeit one that I created! Hehe!