Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing in this story except Amara. I have quite a bit of this story written up, more so than 'Craving You.' I'm not stopping that one, I just ran out of story that I had already written and am having a hard time finding time to write at the moment. I said this before but I'll say it again, I like fluff and believe in happily ever afters. This story is definitely AU and OoC. I hope you enjoy it regardless.

"Everything can change when you least expect it. Can't stop what you can't control. Gotta learn how to just let go. Everything can change, no you can't perfect it. Some things you can't explain." -Nikko, Everything Can Change, Spectacular!

Life is full of many unexpected twists and turns. One minute I'm an average village girl, the next I'm a vampire. The vampire that made me was called Appius Livius Ocella, though I was only allowed to call him Master. He was a sadistic bastard and I was his favorite plaything. He thrived on the pain he caused me. He once told me that he preferred the company of men, but that I was special. I had to bite back a laugh on that one. I knew exactly why I was special. I'm what you would call a telekinetic, I can move things with my mind. My powers had only increased when I was turned. Master knew this and commanded that I never used it against him. Which is why I was forced to remain with him for over a hundred years, using my gift for his personal gain. On the night of my one hundred eleventh birthday, my fate changed.

Master and I were in a remote part of Italy, staying in a villa when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see two vampires on our doorstep. One was only a few inches taller than myself with short brown hair and deep brown eyes. His shirt was open at the top and I could see an intricate tattoo just below his neck. His companion was his complete opposite. He was tall, easily over six feet, with bright blue eyes and long blond hair pulled back into a braid. He was easily the most beautiful man, alive or dead, that I had ever seen. "Good evening little one." the brunette said. "Is your master home?"

I nodded and moved from the door, allowing the vampires to enter. I led them into the living quarters where Master was painting. He looked up and smiled at our visitors. "Ah Godric!" he said to the brunette. He placed his paints down and stood, quickly bowing to the brunette. "It has been forever." He turned to the blond and looked him up and down appreciatively. "And this must be your child."

Godric nodded. "Indeed he is. This is Eric. Eric this is Ocella." Eric nodded in greeting. Godric then turned to me. "And who is this beauty?"

Master laid a hand on my shoulder. "She is my newest child. Her name is Amara."

Godric's eyebrows rose. "Child? I've never known you to turn a woman before."

He ran a finger down my cheek and I tried not to flinch. "Ah, but she is special. Show our guests what you can do Amara."

"Yes Master." I held my right hand out and moved a small table from one side of the room to the other. Godric and Eric were surprised.

"I see what you mean." Godric said. "She is very special."

"Indeed. She is my most prized possession." Master looked at me. "Amara, go to your sleeping quarters. I want to reacquaint myself with our visitors and your presence is not required."

I nodded. "Yes Master." I spared a glance at Godric and Eric as I left the room. I was hoping they would keep my master occupied the rest of the night. This was my one chance to do what I wanted to do since the moment I crawled out of the ground. Tonight I was going to kill myself.

I walked down the stairs to the basement where our bedrooms were and entered my room, shutting the door behind me. I walked to one of my sitting chairs and broke off one leg, turning it into a makeshift stake. Sitting on my bed I levitated the chair leg in front of my chest, where my once beating heart lay. All I had to do was shove it in and my nightmare would be over. I'd be free. My maker would never be able to touch me, he'd never be able to force himself on my again. But I couldn't do it. No matter how much I wanted to die, I couldn't kill myself. I felt my bloody tears run down my face and did nothing to stop them.

"There's a shortage of perfect breasts in the world, it'd be a pity to ruin yours." a deep velvety voice said from my doorway.

I jumped and the stake clattered to the floor. Eric was leaning against the door frame, specks of blood covered his face and clothing. "Wh-what are you doing here?" I stuttered.

He walked into the room and looked around. "Godric sent me to fetch you will he cleaned up."

"Cleaned up?"

He nodded and turned to look at me. "Yes. Your maker is dead."

I gasped. "I didn't feel anything." The bond between maker and child was strong. Surely I would've felt if something happened to my master.

"Godric made him shut down the bond so you wouldn't be hurt." He looked at the stake and back to me. "You were going to kill yourself. Why?"

I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears that kept coming. "Because I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't keep living this nightmare."

Eric nodded and started to walk out the door. "Come. Godric is waiting for us."

I stood and followed him to the sitting room I had left only hours before. Godric sat on the couch watching the fire in the fireplace crackle and pop. There was the unmistakable scent of burning flesh and blood in the air. Without thinking I ran to Godric and fell to my knees. I wrapped my arms around his legs. "Thank you. Thank you." I whispered over and over again.

I felt him run his hand over my head. "You are welcome little one. You are free now."

I looked up at him. "But why? Why did you kill him?"

"I was given the mission to end him by a higher authority. Ocella has bone many heinous things in his long life, as you are all too aware of. He risked our exposure and had to die."

I released my hold on his legs and stood. "I am glad he is dead. He can no longer hurt anyone." I looked into the fire. "But I don't know what will happen to me now."

"You are free to do what you want." Godric said. "Though you are still young by vampire standards." He paused, seemingly lost in thought.

"Master?" Eric asked, a twinge of disbelief in his voice.

Godric gave him a stern look before turning back to me. "Amara, why don't you travel with us? I worry about your survival should we leave you."

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. This vampire had just met me and wanted to take me under his wing. "I wouldn't want to be a burden on you. I can take care of myself."

Eric scoffed. "Please. I give you a month on your own before you die."

My temper flared. "Excuse me?! You just met me. You have no idea how capable I am."

Faster than I could see, Eric charged me and had me against the wall, his fangs mere inches from my neck. "I could kill you right now and you couldn't stop me."

I glared at him and jerked my head to the side, sending him flying across the room. He slammed into the wall hard enough to dent it. "Do NOT underestimate me." I growled.

He stood up and looked ready to pounce on me again. "Eric enough!" Godric ordered. Eric looked at me, then back to Godric before relaxing his stance. "Good." Godric looked at me. "Forgive my child's rudeness. He is only three hundred and is still learning his manners." He grabbed my hand. "Please come with me. You do have much to learn and I can teach you. I will never force you to do anything."

"Okay." I nodded. "I will come with you Godric."

"Excellent." He went to kiss my cheek and I flinched. He backed off but still held my hand. "We must leave now to beat the sunrise. Is there anything you'd like to take with us?"

I shook my head. My former master never allowed me to have anything. "No. Burn it to the ground."

Godric nodded to Eric who began setting each room on fire before we all sped off into the night. I felt like a weight had been lifted of my shoulders. I was free.

The centuries passed as I stayed by Godric's side. He became my father, brother, and son. After a few years he became my lover and confidant. Eric and I never learned to get along. We would tolerate each other for Godric's sake. When he hit five hundred, Eric asked to go off on his own. It was hard for Godric to watch his only child leave him, but he granted Eric's request. Eric would return every fifty years or so, but he'd never stay for long. He brought his child, Pamela, to meet us once. I liked her immediately. She had a lot of spunk and she often made Eric's life hell. Before they departed, we promised we'd stay in touch.

Right before the Great Reveal, where vampires came out of the coffin, Godric and I settled in Dallas. He was offered the role of King of Texas but declined. Instead he became Sheriff of Area Nine. The former sheriff, Stan Davis, ascended to king but would always ask Godric for advice. One of the last times Eric called Godric, he told him he had been named Sheriff of Area Five in Louisiana. Godric was very proud of his child.

Things were very quiet and I was content in my life. I should've known things wouldn't stay that way. Like Tom Hanks' character once said, "Life was like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get."

"What are you doing little one?" Godric asked, walking into the sitting room where I was stretched out on one of the couches reading.

I set my book on the coffee table and lifted my legs so he could sit next to me. He did and pulled my legs onto his lap. "Just enjoying some quiet time."

He ran a hand over one of my bare legs. He loved it when I'd wear skirts so I did so often. "I see. Should I leave so you may enjoy more quiet time?"

I sat up and kissed his mouth. "Don't even think about it." I whispered.

He smiled at me and pulled me up so I was straddling him. He started kissing my neck. "Good." One hand slid up my leg and under my skirt. His hand went further up, pushing aside my underwear, and slid one slender finger into my core. I gasped as he slid in and out, adding two more fingers. "You are always so ready for me my little one."

"Godric." I moaned, my hips meeting with his trusting digits. I moved my hands down to his jeans and ripped them open. His chuckle turned into a gasp as I pulled his hand out of me and impaled myself on him. His hands grabbed my hips and his head fell to the back of the couch. I increased my pace, feeling both our releases coming. As my orgasm hit, I leaned down and bit his neck with my blunt teeth. He called my name as my little love bit sent him over the edge and he exploded in me. I sat back and smiled at him. "You would think after seven hundred years, we'd get tired of each other."

He held me close, his face in my chest. "Never little one."

I disentangled myself from him and stood, readjusting my bottom half. "Glad to hear it."

Godric stood and put himself to rights as best he could with ripped jeans. "I did have a reason for coming in here, before you distracted me." I smiled sheepishly at him. "I just got off the phone with Eric."

My smile disappeared and I flopped back down on the couch. "And what did the blond Viking want?"

He sat next to me. "I never understood why you two can't get along."

"Because he's an egotistical asshole who didn't like he was your sole focus anymore?"

He laughed a bit, but didn't deny it. "He is complicated." I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, he called asking me if I knew a vampire trustworthy enough to come help him with his bar, temporarily. It seems someone is stealing money from the bar and he has been unable to figure it out as of yet. Between that issue and the fact that his bar has become so popular, he needs some assistance."

I knew where this was going. "Godric, no."

"Please Amara. I cannot leave my area and you are the only other I trust completely."

"What about Isabel?"

Godric shook his head. "She is my second so she cannot leave either." He grabbed my hand. "Amara, I know you don't like him but he is my only child and I will help him where I can."

I ran a hand through my dark red hair. "Fine. I will do it. Not for him but for you."

He kissed the hand he held. "Thank you little one. The plane will be ready for takeoff at ten. Isabel has already packed your bag."

I stared at him incredulously. "You already planned to send me. You didn't know I'd say yes."

Godric shrugged. "When have you ever told me no?"

I shook my head and smirked. "Mr. High-Handed." I sighed. "This is only temporary right? You're not sending me away for good?"

"Yes, it is only for a little bit. I just want you to go check on Eric. I constantly worry about him"

"I know you do." I paused. "At least I'll get to see Pam again."

He smiled. "Try not to gang up on him too much."

I put my hand to my heart in mock hurt. "I would never. You wound me with your accusations Godric." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm going to miss you Godric." I said seriously. In the seven hundred years since I met him, we'd never been apart.

"And I you little one." He placed a hand on my cheek.

I snuggled into his hand. "Does Eric know I'm coming?"

"No. He just knows I'm sending someone."

"He isn't going to like it."

"I know."

"Chicken."

He chuckled. "Little bit." He glanced at the clock. "It is time to head to the airport." He stood and pulled me with him. He placed his arms around my waist and held me to him. "Do not worry little one. You will be home before you know it." I nodded and followed him out the door to the airport. Isabel met us by Godric's car and handed me the bag she packed, kissing me on the cheek. I smiled and nodded to her as I slid into the black corvette, tossing my bag into the back. Godric slid into the driver's seat and started the car. He held my hand and took off towards the airport.

We pulled up to a private hanger thirty minutes later. We got out in silence and he retrieved my bag for me before handing it off to the stewardess. He walked me to the stairs leading into the plane and embraced me once again. "Be careful my little one." he whispered into my hair.

I leaned my head up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. "You too." I stepped out of his embrace and started up the stairs.

"Promise me you'll at least try to get along." Godric called out.

I turned and smirked. "I don't make promises I can't keep." I headed into the cabin and grabbed a TruBlood from the liquor cabinet. It was disgusting but it took the edge off. I sat in a chair by the window and watched as we taxied along and took off. I sipped the synthetic blood and thought of all the ways this reunion with Eric was going to go. I had a pretty good feeling that I'd be slamming him against the ceiling tonight.