Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Pairings: G/S, Possible S/E or G/S/E

Rating: Possible M in the future.

A/N: This is my first venture into the True Blood fan fic realm. I was quite fascinated with Godric and wish they had utilized him more. So this is just me playing with the story line and characters. Starts with Season 2, in the basement of FoTS. Feedback is important. I know this could be better, as it is also unbetaed. Just wanting to see if there would be any interest here.

Oh, and I can not stand Bill. May or may not eventually have some Bill bashing at later dates. Sorry if any of the characters seem OOC.

The Truth in Blood.

Chapter 1

It struck him so intensely that in his already weakened state he could have doubled over. Had he been human, he actually may have. The rage was clenching, twisting and burning inside of him. The overwhelming desperation to help her, save her was consuming him. . Just how the connection came to be, he certainly doesn't understand I himself. He had never ever met her before nor laid eyes on her. But the intoxicating scent of her blood tainted with her fear and the inner rage she was exhibiting was washing over him in waves. The pull towards her was aching inside of him, enticing and beckoning him to her.

He had long ago give up the predator in him in hopes of peace, but her screams aroused the demon in him to awaken. Bloodlust. He tried to fight the urge for vengeance and blood, but one more scream from her and something inside him snapped. The next thing he could recall was his strong, ancient hands around Gabe's neck. He could sense her relief and her fear lessen in his presence. The only thing he could seem to focus on at the moment though was discarding the despicable excuse for a man whose life was in his hands. His rage and disgust shown like wild fire in his eyes. He could feel the man at his mercy tremble and shake, fear rolling inside. For the first time in centuries, he felt more alive than he had ever felt before. He reveled in this man's fear. In that moment he was proud to be the monster he was for making this man pay for harming her, touching her, degrading her. Godric had no regrets at the notion that he was about to take this man's life. His hands were stained with blood centuries ago, and this man deserved a slow, painful death.

Her breathing slowed to almost a normal rhythm, and her heart rate decreased slightly too, her adrenaline slowing down. He could hear it pounding in his head. But it was her blood, the sweet aroma and intensity of it alone was nearly intoxicating. She was special that much he could tell without a single glance at her. It intrigued and confused him. She intrigued him. Never in his existence had been drawn to any being like he was to her. Not even with Eric.

"Godric, it's me Gabe," the man managed to choke out of desperation breaking Godric from his thoughts. Godric found satisfaction in the fear coming from the man's voice. His predatory grin spread across his face, and his loathing of the man in front of him showed fiercely from the intensity and coldness of his eyes. He forced Gabe's eyes to meet his. Godric's strong, cold ancient hands instinctly tightened around the man.

Gabe's heart rate increasing, blood pumping and rushing faster to his quickly beating heart aroused Godric in a way that hadn't appealed to him in centuries. Oh, how easy it would be to tear through the tender flesh of Gabe's throat, right to the jugular. Godric could feel himself nearly salivating at the inclination of tasting this man's life on his tongue and bathing in his blood. His darkness was surfacing, as he fight to keep himself in control and from ripping out the man's heart after draining him. In the back of his mind, he was still trying to comprehend how a mere, single human being could evoke this reaction from him; leaving him with the desire to save and protect her, to already keep her for himself alone without ever having a single conversation with her.

It's the blood he told himself. Somehow deep down, he knew that after this moment, his and her life would not be the same again.

"Godric," a smooth, southern accent laced with honey called, his name rolling off her tongue. How did she know him? Instantly his eyes gravitated towards her at the mere sound of her voice, questioning her and her knowledge of his existence. She was more exquisite than he could have thought. Her tiny frame laid on the ground still, her palms resting on the cold, hard floor. Her dark eyes glanced up to meet his, through her dark thick lashes. Her blonde hair was tangled from the altercation with Gabe. Her breathing became more labored as he took in the sight of her, her tanned cleavage rising and falling with every baited breath. She swallowed hard as she tried to find something to say.

There was a cut on her bottom lip, small drops of blood lingering. A growl escaped Godric as he so desperately wanted to lick it, taste her, even the smallest drop. Godric knew she could feel it too. He could feel it and smell it, smell her attraction towards him. And he could nothing to stop it. Anger and irritation rose inside of him. He wanted to stop it, to stop the intense attraction and desire he was feeling towards the tiny human in front of him. This was not part of his plan. She was not part of the plan. For a moment he thought of glamouring her to forget she ever laid eyes on him.

"P…Please, Godric?" the man begged tearing Godric's attention back to Gabe.

"You disgust me. How does it feel to be helpless and at someone else's mercy?" Godric's anger showing through his voice, his fangs now showing. Gabe tried to respond but couldn't, his face changing color rapidly, pupils dilating at the notion that this was his end.

"I can see the fear in your eyes. And it brings me pleasure. Humans like you are worse than a vampire could ever be. And yet you condemn us?! You have no right to judge. I am the only God you will ever have the pleasure of knowing."

Snap.

Gabe's body fell to floor with a loud thud, landing near her eliciting a shriek of disgust as she scrambled away from the dead body with the contorted head and neck in front of her. She pushed up on her palms trying to support her weight enough to stand up. But she was too weak, and in a state of shock at the moment to focus and keep her balance. She trembled as she felt a hand on her cheek, and her instincts were to nuzzle his palm with her cheek, embracing him. She sighed deeply.

"Are you okay, human?" he asked almost gently as his hand moved to grasp her chin and force her eyes to meet his again. She said nothing as her stared into her brown eyes. She was still trembling as he held her jaw in his hands. Godric sighed, of course she would fear him. He had just murdered a man in front of her.

"I'm sorry if you fear me now. I understand though," Godric spoke almost dejectedly and released her hand from his face as he move from his kneeling position to standing. His body turned to walk away, but he felt a pull at his arm. A small hand encircled his wrist and he stopped, his head snapping back down to face her.

"He deserved to die. If I had been strong enough to kill him, I would have. So, thank you," she said coldly and then released his wrist. Now that had most certainly not been the reaction he had expecting.

"You're welcome, little one," he replied and reached down to help her stand up. His arms wrapped underneath her arms, pulling her up easily as if she were nothing but a feather. He caught her as she almost fell and he couldn't help but to pull her body closer to his. His hands held her in place against him as he scented her. She felt incredibly warm against his cold body, fitting him perfectly. My, she did smell divine, but there was also something distinctly familiar to him about her smell. It became much clearer to him now. He should have pushed her away, but he just simply didn't want too.

His lips brushed up against her ear as he continued to hold her and whispered into her ear, "Tell me little one, why did Eric send you?"