Truest Friends and Greatest Lovers

By: Randomnormality

AN: Hey, figured I'd take a try at a True Blood fanfic. Let's face it ladies, Eric Northman is walking sex.

DisclaimeR:

No way, in any shape or form, do I own True Blood, because if I did, some of the things that has happened would have never happened to begin with.

This story is completely my own idea, although some things may seem as though they come from other stories on this site, and I only say this because bits and pieces of other stories inspired me in some of the major conflicts.

Chapter One- Death, My Savior

The ropes were tightly bound around my wrists and I can already feel the skin along my wrists chaffing at the rough material digging into the skin. I know I can easily break out of this, disappear in a flurry of black and green. I can run, just like I did in the old world, when tyrants ruled over the ancient kingdoms of Europe. I can continue racing through the outskirts of towns and living a merger life. I can easily break away from the bindings holding me to the wooden pillar. It would be all to easy to put out the fire of their torches as they approach my captive form.

I could, but I've become tired of running. It isn't my fault I do these things. I've been doing them since I was thirteen, cast out by my own family. My once doting father transformed into a disgusted...human. My once loving mother driven insane from wanting to love me for what I am, versus what is expected of such highly aristocratic families.

It didn't matter that I ran through the burning timbers of what had once been a barn. It didn't matter that I risked my life to save the daughter of their mayor. It didn't matter because they believed I was one of them. That I was a witch. The very word fills me with a fury I've never felt before. It is because of their kind that my kind are forced to run, always moving for fear of being found by the Hunters.

Feeling the intense heat at my feet, I slide my eyes shut, accepting my fate. How ironic. To be burned when it was indeed fire that exposed me. Fire. Such a fickle element you are. Untamed. Passionate. Alive. Burning everything in its path, leaving behind a path of destruction and chaos. The element that leaves behind a fresh start. How very understood you are, Flame.

A sudden cold feeling surrounded me, the intense warmth of Flame fading quickly. Gust danced with my hair, it almost feels as though I was flying. Maybe I died, meeting my elements at long last. Gust always had a thing for my hair, weaving his invisible fingers through the strands, allowing them to dance in the air. Gust released my hair, probably going to keep Flame company, since I am still very cold.

Opening my eyes, I am met with the most beautiful gray eyes, liquid mercury pouring into the depths. The young face barely held any expression, but wasn't hardened like most warriors I have come across, just empty. He was taller than myself, but something about his gaze made me feel as though he was far more wise than any average boy. He appeared to be no more than fifteen, maybe sixteen years old at the most.

"What are you?" he asked, his voice soft, carrying an accent I couldn't trace.

I felt him release me and I glance around us, the surrounding forest lush with vegetation, but quiet. I never hear the forest this quiet. Did it have to do with this boy? Did he possess something dangerous? Strange, but something about him does not allow me to be fearful.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" I ask, my voice unlike other voices of other women, high toned and a bit high in pitch. No my voice sounds raspy, huskier as if I downed an entire vile of honey and my voice sticks to the edges of my throat.

"My name is Godric and I watched you save the little human girl," he replies, his eyes softening slightly. "May I ask what you are?"

"I'm a sorceress," I answer, wondering why I was telling this to the stranger, "I attain the ability to manipulate every surrounding element. My abilities manifested on my thirteenth birthday, the same day my father tried to kill me."

"Humans can be so easily persuaded to do awful things, and yet we, the unknown, are feared," he states, almost as if he is amused by this knowledge.

"From your words alone, I am to guess that you are not Human either?"

Laughter left his lips, "I have not been Human in over many centuries. I am...the dead whom walks amongst the living. They call us...Vampires."

"Why did you save me?" I question, wondering why this creature, who in nature feeds off of the blood of Humans, would save my life.

Tilting his head to the side, he stares at me as if I am a puzzle of some sort, "Watching what you do, I realize that you had the ability to break out of your binds and kill them all, and yet, you didn't. You didn't seem to fight against your impending death. How come?"

"I have been running my entire existence. After my thirteenth birthday, I did nothing but travel, and while it was amazing to see the world from outside of Ireland. Soon, Hunters began trailing after me, always finding me when I think I can settle down. Well after I turned sixteen, a few years after, I began realizing that I was slowly aging. A human year for every century. I came to the New World in hopes of starting anew, but it never lasts."

He was silent for a moment, leaning forward, causing me to take a step back. It wasn't out of fear, but instinct. I never did like people in my personal space, especially strangers. He continued moving forward until my back met the thick tree trunk behind me, his arms moving to rest on either side of my head. A reflexive flinch left my body as cold fingers brushed a single black curl from my face, tucking it behind my ear, the coolness of his body pressing against me softly.

"A creature as beautiful as you should not willingly throw away your life," his voice drifted past my ear in a soft whisper, his tone filled with sincerity.

My eyes, which had closed from the contact, slide open as a cold hand softly cups my cheek, "W..What do you want from me?"

Tilting his head again, I can't keep myself from staring at him. What would this handsome man want with me? He seems strong, unable to dominated by any means. The thoughts in my mind disappear as a pair of cold lips press against mine, my breath catching in my throat and a warmth, almost hotter than Flame herself, fills my body.

The lips leave mine and once again I find myself opening my eyes, "All I want, is to preserve a true, rarity of beauty that walks amongst the world. Come with me, min sällsynt blomma."

I have no idea what he called me, but it isn't like I have anywhere else to go. The villagers will most likely think of me as dead. Besides, Godric seems as though he truly cares. The sincerity in his gaze causes me to smile the first real smile I've given in many years.

"I will join you, mo prionsa oíche," I reply softly, pressing my lips against his cheek, watching as a soft smile forms on his lips.

"You will not regret this, Blomma," he whispers as he pulls me further into the darkness of the forest, "I will always protect you."

"And I you," I respond just as softly, allowing my feet to follow the strange creature before me.

As long as I am with Godric, I know my life will be just that. Life.

-Two Centuries Later-

My aching body protested, but I continued to force myself to keep the pace I was racing at. My mind summoned Gust, hoping he would help me move faster as I raced through the streets, leaping over a car that damn near hit me. I paid no mind to the blaring car horn, nor the curses in my direction. I couldn't let this happen. I just wouldn't allow it to happen. Not because of this.

I didn't bother slowing down as I entered the building, ignoring the shouts of the workers, or the nearby hisses as I raced past the random fangs within the building. I know I smell like blood, I can feel my wounds still since I did not give myself time to recuperate from my escape. No. I cannot allow it. My heart can feel it with each beat, with each second that passed.

Reaching my destination, I ignore the shouts from a woman and the hiss of a man as I bust through the rooftop door. The tattoos on the body seemed to glow in the blue flames. Muttering a prayer to Flame, I dash forward and wrap my arms around the unusually heated body, ignoring the sudden tension as I mutter another prayer, a darker prayer, to Shadow. Darkness wraps around me, the body I hold tensing even more before we disappeared in the shadows.

My feet touch the tiled flooring of a room, to which I release my hold on the body, pleased to see that it is no longer encased in the blue flames. Ignoring the powerful creature before me as he whirls around, almost in fury, I drop to my knees, my aching body now exhausted as the room begins to spin.

"Kyra," the familiar accented voice whispers my name, a cold hand resting on my shaking shoulders.

"I...I c-couldn't l-let it happen," I gasp out, my vision blurring with reflexive tears from the pain filling my body. "I watched it in my dream and I couldn't allow it to happen."

The door slamming open doesn't cause either of us to move, but I felt my back hit a wall, cold fingers wrapping around my throat. Blinking back the tears in my eyes, I stare into the furious crystal blue eyes. Shadow seemed to be in the mood to play with my vision as dark spots prickled at the edges of my sight, my aching body having already attained enough injuries. The lack of energy isn't helping me either, but at least my prince is alright.

"Release her," the familiar accented voice commands coldly, a tone I have not heard in many years, "Eric, let her go."

My legs collapsed the moment my feet hit the floor, my body using the wall to brace myself as I slide down its length. A familiar cold hand cups my cheek, causing my eyes to open once more. Before I can say anything, his exposed fangs sink into his wrist, gushing a very valued commodity. Feeling the blood being pressed against my lips, I know I have no choice but to drink it, and I do. Not much, for I always hate this, but I do drink until I release him.

"Kyra, I thought they had you for good this time," the accented voice murmurs as I close my eyes, fighting off the wave of dizziness.

I smile weakly, "And that gives you the right to kill yourself? Godric, you told me that you wanted to preserve the beauty of this world, so why would you willingly take yourself out of it."

"My life would lose all meaning without you by my side, min Blooma," he replies just as softly.

"Your life is just as important as mine, mo Prionsa Oíche," I retort, feeling the world slowly fall back into a stand still.

It was in this moment that I remember the handsome blue-eyed Vampire, my gaze meeting his. Moving back to my feet, I bow respectfully to the blond man that towered over my long-time companion and myself.

"You must be Godric's Progeny, Eric," I greet softly, "It is an honor to meet you after hearing many things after these years. I must apologise that our meeting seems to be at a bad time."

"Godric, who is this?" the man asks, his voice seems almost uncaring, but to someone like myself, the curiosity in his tone was easily caught.

"Eric, this is Kyra McCloud. She has been my companion since our parting of ways upon our arrival to the New World. I found her about to be burned at the stake after risking her life to save the life of a Human child," Godric replies.

"She is not of our kind, Godric," Eric retorts, the confusion obvious, since those times have come and passed almost two centuries ago.

"Hon är begåvad med inslag," Godric answers, and I try to ignore the sudden straightening of Eric's shoulders as his interests were perked up, "och hon vara ifred. Hon behöver inte föras in i vilseledande av vårt slag."

A blond woman ran into the room not long after, her brown eyes widening as they met mine. I knew when Humans met my gaze they immediately realized I was not normal. My eyes were a vivid green, the silver glint within the irises causing them to seem as though they glow at night. Something seemed to brush across my mind and instantly I came to feel violated, my hand reaching up to clench at my beating heart.

"Please, do not do that," I plead softly, watching her eyes widen in shock, "I respect your abilities, but if you enter my mind without my permission again, I will not be responsible for the out lash that my occur."

"What do you mean by that?"

If the Viking Vampire had been human, I'm sure he would've rolled his eyes, "It means she would feel as though she has every right to hurt you for invading her privacy." Feeling his gaze on me, I meet his with my own, "Where were you when Godric was taken by those Humans?"

"In the midst of being tortured and having people trying to brainwash me into being their tool," I respond curtly, ignoring the straightening of Godric's stance, my hand moving to rest on his shoulder, "No. I told you, I would stay out of the Vampire Government crap and you must stay out of my mess with these Hunters."

"Hunters?" the girl questioned.

"Hunters. As in, I have a hefty bounty on my head, but even more so if they bring me back alive and relatively unharmed," I say, my hand clenching the bare shoulder of Godric. "You honestly think Vamps are the only creatures out there being slandered for their existence? Sorry to break it to you, Blondie, but Humans are at the bottom of each and every food chain."

Her stance changes from curious to offended in a matter of seconds and it seems to have amused the Viking, but I pay no mind as I glance at my companion, "I'm serious Godric, you have to let me deal with them on my terms. You're lucky I don't go to that political bitch and rip her unbeating heart out of her chest."

Godric smirks at my words before breaking into laughter, which seems to shock our two guests. I never wanted Godric to take up office as the Sheriff of Area 9. He isn't meant to stay in one place for long. He's always been a traveler, a person placed on this Earth to teach others like him to evolve from what they once were. I listen as Godric accepts Eric's proposal on staying in his hotel room, and I follow, watching the two old companions and friends speak in their own language. I never bothered learning the language Godric loves to speak, in fact he enjoyed almost all languages. A few words, here and there I know, but I only know my native tongue and the language of today; English.

As Eric opens the door to his room, I grip the back of Godric's shoulders and place a soft kiss on his cheek, "Slán mo leannán"

Before I could move from him, I find myself pulled into the room, Godric obviously making the decision of me staying with him. I usually have no problem around Godric, but I'm not very comfortable being around strangers. My gaze fixes on my shoes, wondering why my brand new Chuck Taylors already have scuff marks. A single, cold finger moves under my chin, lifting my gaze from the floor.

"And where did you think you were going, min Blomma? You didn't honestly believe I would let you leave after losing hope of ever seeing you again, did you?" his words lacked his usual bite with other people, almost sounding playful.

"While I could always be by your side, love, I did not want to impose on Mr..." I pause glancing at the tallest of two Vampires, realizing I only knew his first name.

"Northman, and anyone important to Godric is important to me," Eric replied, his sense of loyalty to Godric keeping him from turning me away. "Please, call me Eric."

I stare at the bed, quirking my head to the side slightly, but Godric's voice pulls me from my thoughts, "When was the last time you actually slept, my dear?"

"By sleep you mean that I exclude the moment of unconsciousness by another force," I reply cautiously watching his eyebrow quirk, "Maybe three weeks, at best."

"Come, I think we all need some respite," Godric insisted, pulling the torn rags, that had once been clothing, from my body, before laying me in the middle of the bed. "Come, Eric, you as well."

I curl up against Godric's chest, my head resting on his shoulder. A yawn leaves my lips and I almost jump out of my skin when an unknown arm rests over my side, a long lean torso pressing against my back. Eric, of course being younger than Godric, was asleep almost instantly and my eyes slid open to meet the silver-grey eyes of Godric.

"Hey is my Progeny, Kyra. My blood runs through his veins. He can sense my devotion and compassion toward you and in turn, he feels them as well. His body is reacting the way mine would, but try not to pester him about it during night," I quirk an eyebrow at Godric's words, "Eric still feels as though Humans are beneath all of our kind, and in such, he doesn't not yet understand how to go about having compassion for another person without having humanity. I'm afraid that may be my fault."

I lean forward and press a soft kiss against the cold lips, feeling both pair of arms clench me tighter, one out of response, the other out of subconscious reflex. I smile after breaking the kiss.

"Godric, Eric is lucky to have you in his life, just as you are lucky to have someone so loyal he'd break every Vampire law to save you," Godric has long since stopped questioning my knowledge of things, "It's obvious he cares for you, but he has to come to terms with understanding the ability to be fierce and commanding, while being compassionate and just. It is hard for someone who has had to live a certain way for so long."

Godric said nothing and opted for kissing my forehead, "Sleepy, my love, and tomorrow we will sort out everything."

Closing my eyes, I couldn't stop the sigh that escaped my lips. Strange, but being between two cold, frozen bodies was actually...comforting. I have to disagree with Godric. Eric has the ability to have compassion, he has just forgotten what it means to live. This is the moment that I know something has changed.

It isn't only Godric anymore. Eric as well. Between the two, I definitely know that life is going to be full of...living. Smiling, I feel myself drift into slumber.

Translations

Swedish = English

min (sällsynt) blomma. = my (rare) flower

Hon är begåvad med inslag = She is gifted by the elements

och hon vara ifred. Hon behöver inte föras in i vilseledande av vårt slag. = and she is to be left alone. She does not need to be brought into the deception of our kind.

Irish = English

mo Prionsa Oíche = my Prince of Night

Slán mo leannán = Goodbye my lover