A/N: True Blood is my newest obsession and so are Alan Ball's versions of Godric and Eric. Seriously, Charlaine Harris didn't do them proper justice, but I do so like her books, I just love Alan Ball's work so, so much better. He worked a miracle on all of her character's, so expect several True Blood based fanfic's from me in the future as my imagination seems to run wild when ever I even graze a thought about my new favorite show.
Take care,
-SugarLandBabyGirl
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
- William Penn
Prologue –
Undead Déjà Vu
The room was crowded, almost annoyingly so. Bodies, both breathing and forever still, weaved around each other trying not to accidentally bump into the others out of courtesy and fear. Cold, sharp blue eyes wandered over the mass with an unreadable expression. Half of the beings in the house, in his opinion, had no right to actually be there. They were just taking up space, and crowding where they shouldn't be. The 'welcoming' party was completely unnecessary and many important matters that had yet to be discussed had been put on hold due to two incompetent lieutenants. Eric's lips thinned and his eyes narrowed in suspicion when he caught sight of a breather he could have sworn he had seen somewhere before. But that was impossible as it had been a very, very long time ago when he had last seen a face like that. The face had been younger as well and attached to a ten year olds body. The crowd didn't part for her, but from the way she held herself he was instantly reminded of royalty, ancient royalty that couldn't be taught or learned, it was simply in the blood.
The young woman gracefully weaved through the crowd, her movements almost hypnotic and vampire-like as the soft material of her ivory floor length Grecian-style dress train flowed over the beige carpet. She made little noise as she passed him and he instantly noticed the great difference in height. She couldn't have been any taller than five foot five without the heels as they gave her at least three full inches. Her face was youthful and still slightly round from adolescence she hadn't yet outgrown. He guessed her to be no older than nineteen at the most. However her body was fully matured and athletically slender and properly proportioned in all the right places. Her smooth skin was lightly sun-kissed and almost seemed to glow underneath the artificial light. She was quite attractive, despite her small stature. The best feature she possessed was her unique light Persian blue eyes that never wavered from their set destination. Also, she smelled absolutely divine. He could feel his fangs tingling in want, desperate to unsheathe and pierce her delicate neck.
Eric watched on in amused curiosity as the young woman approached his maker in smooth confident strides. He watched as Godric's gaze flickered from the young vampire welcoming him back to the young woman in white standing last in line, just behind the vampire before him. An emotion Eric couldn't verify passed through his maker's eyes, but vanished just as quickly has it appeared. When the breather finally stood before his maker, Eric moved closer to them in order to make sure he didn't miss anything that transpired. Godric and the young woman held each other's unreadable gaze from several long moments, before the female in white kneeled down, both knees on the carpet and grasped Godric's hands gently in her petite ones. Godric's eyes widened a fraction and he easily pulled her back onto her feet as he stood to his full height before leading her out of the room. Eric, quite curious and somewhat confused by now, followed after them. They ended up in the furthest back bedroom, Godric's room. The door wasn't closed all the way, so he slid closer to it and peered in. Godric and the young woman stood facing one other, their posture impeccably straight and tense.
"Do not even try to lie to me, Godric and do not treat me as if I were a mere child. All I want is the truth." A soft, yet clearly angry and hurt female voice chided. It was the breather. Apparently he had missed the first part of their conversation. "I am sorry for treating you as a child, Isaura it was not my intention at all." The soft voice of his maker replied soothingly. Eric heard the woman, Isaura, take a sharp inhale. "Then why did I just now find out that you were abducted by a fanatical vampire-hating church and sentenced to meet the sun?" Isaura bit back tersely, her voice more hurt than angry. "Do you have any idea how worried and hurt I was to hear this from a human companion and not you or Isabel or Stan?" She continued, her voice cracking twice and her eyes beginning to tear up. Godric reached out to grasp her hand, but she quickly stepped back and nailed him with a fierce glare that made him pause and reluctantly drop his hand back to his side. "Godric," Isaura sighed shakily and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, her head downcast as tears left sticky trails of salty liquid down her flushed cheeks. "Why–how did they even manage to get you in the first place, you're over two-thousand years old."
In an instant Godric was standing in front of her, with her face cupped gently in his hands. "I can only apologize for hurting you so. Please don't cry, everything is all right now." He whispered and in the next second Isaura had jumped up and latched on to Godric, her delicate arms wrapped around his waist in a vice-like grip. Her tiny body was completely hidden from Eric's view, but he heard her choke back sobs as Godric returned her embrace and began to run his hands through her honey colored hair in a soothing caress. "It seems I cannot leave your side for a moment. You always get into some trouble when I am gone." Isaura jested with a broken laugh that did not quite meet her eyes. Godric's lips lifted slightly in a small smile. "It seems that way doesn't it, my little guardian." The endearment caused Isaura to chuckle softly and smile, before pulling away from their embrace, only let her soft hands and fingertips tenderly trace over the lines of his youthful face. "I love you so, so much." She whispered as she gazed lovingly into his eyes, while her hands found themselves teasing the soft brown hair on the back of his neck. Godric gently bumped his head into hers with a smile of untainted affection, before bringing their faces closer and kissing her soundly on the lips.
Eric frowned at the familiarity they seemed to share, but before he could make up his mind on what to do Godric called out to him. "You may come in my child. There is no need to linger outside the door any longer." Eric stiffened at being caught snooping like a child, before he pushed the door open and walked into the room with an almost sheepish grin on his face. Neither Godric nor the girl seemed surprised that he had been listening in on their private conversation. Perhaps they had known he would follow them. They were no longer in the intimate embrace he had last seen them in, but Godric had an arm wrapped around her slender waist. "Eric, this is Isaura, my companion." Eric visibly startled at the use of companion, as his maker used the old meaning of word instead of the new. Companion meant several things, but Godric had introduced her as his domestic partner or spouse. "Isaura, this is Eric, my child." Godric introduced them placidly. Isaura gave a polite toothless smile. "It is nice to properly meet you, Eric." Eric studied the breather with narrowed eyes before nodding his ascent. "Likewise, Ms. Isaura. Have we met before?" He then asked and he watched as a grin curled on her lips and Godric's once placid expression darken.
"Yes actually, Mr. Northman, we have. I am surprised that you remember, it was quite a long time ago and I have changed since then." Her grin quickly turned into a smile as she explained his déjà vu. That was when he suddenly took notice of the vicious looking scar on the right side of her neck. It was impossible to miss, and yet somehow he had. Eric's eyes widened slightly as the memories suddenly came flooding back to him. "How is this possible? You should be dead and dust by now." He asked in withheld surprise. Isaura chuckled softly and he was surprised that it wasn't mocking only genuinely humored. "Well, Mr. Northman, I'm not 'dead and dust' because I'm not human, not a full blooded one at least." Her smile held her secret and many more. "Then what are you?" He asked in a half-condescending, half-curious tone. Isaura took no offence at his rudeness and answered her tone was truthful and light. She had long ago come to terms with what she was and had accepted it. "I am an Immortal childe."