So Much More Than a Dream
AN: I am starting yet another story. This will be my first multiple point of view fic. I had the idea for this one when my muse took a sharp left turn. I am following my muse's lead and will try to write this one for a while as well. I hope you enjoy it. I have a small reference to one of my other favorite series in this chapter. Points to you if you can tell me which. I have decided that I like Godric better then Appius as Eric's maker. I feel like I can do more with him. I am sort of combing both the books and the tv series for the beginning of this but I will be going my own way soon. This will be a Sookie/ Godric/ Eric story eventually. Please tell me what you think and enjoy.
AU: Godric comes to visit Eric when he starts to feel like he is losing hope. Sookie has not had any of Bill's blood. She is a smarter, stronger version of herself. Sookie does not trust Bill at all.
Disclaimer: This fan fiction is like a good dream you never want it to end but in the end you know it was not real.
Chapter 1 Painted Dream
Godric Point of View
As of late I have become disillusioned with my life or un-life as it were. Spending my nights dealing with tedious bureaucracy is wearing on me. I find little enjoyment in things that once consumed me. I lost track of my true age many centuries ago. Time seems to blend. I have decided to visit my child in hopes that his vigor for "life" will rub off on me. I call my second in command into my office.
"Isabel I am going to be gone for a while. I want you to step in and oversee the area while I am away." I explain when she enters the room.
"How long do you expect to be away?" She asks taking a seat tucking her crisp blue skirt under.
"I do not know I will inform you when I do. I will leave tomorrow at first dark." I reply leaning back in my chair.
"Very well, is there anything else I can do to be of service?" She inquires.
"No I will finish my paper work and head off to pack. Enjoy the rest of your night." I dismiss her and go back to the endless mounds of paper work littering my desk. This new church of hate mongers has been building steam in my area for a while. Recently they have been causing trouble. They have taken to attacking known blood banks and donors of our kind. I understand where their fear of us comes from I myself was once a blood sucking monster. I killed without care of the life I was destroying and the havoc I left in my wake. In the last several decades I have come to see the value in human life and the gift of growing old and dying. My progeny would scoff to hear me talk of such things. He is truly the greatest thing I have done in my endless stream of night. He embodies everything I wish I had been allowed to become. He was and is a fierce warrior. He is a striking specimen of the male form towering over the world around him.
With a true smile on my face I finish off my work. It is close to dawn when I am done. I place the completed forms in a file and leave my office. I walk down the hall of my current nest. It is far too contemporary for my taste but it is only a house. I enter my resting place at the back of the house and lock down the door for the day. The room I spend my days in is more my style like my office. It has old world charm with modern amenities. The walls are painted a dark midnight blue. My bed is a grand four poster with crisp white linens. On the walls hang art from bygone eras, elegant oils of long gone people and places. I have no real need to pack because of my grand progeny's obsession with shopping. Pam has spent several decades and millions of dollars on wardrobes for myself and Eric. Thinking of Eric I should call him to let him know of my plan. I pull out my phone and dial his personal number. After two rings he answers.
"Master." He greets me. It has been centuries since I have required him to call me such but he insists.
"Eric, I am coming for a visit. Expect me tomorrow night." I tell him as I recline on my bed.
"That is wonderful will you be staying with Pam or I?" He questions with enthusiasm.
"With you, I will meet you at Fangtasia, rest well Eric." I say in farewell. I close my phone and place it on its charger. I look at a painting of a young lady I had commissioned years ago. It is of a girl I have dreamed of since I was human. She has long flowing golden hair almost the same color as Eric's. Her eyes are a piercing blue that can see into my soul. Her smile could warm the coldest of hearts. I have never meet this beauty but I hope to before I meet my end. The sun takes me while I am still gazing upon her. I rise the next night to the same view. I have been able to rise before sun set for a while now. I spend some time looking at her before I need to depart. Ten minutes before sun set I take a quick shower and dress in dark was jeans and a deep red t-shirt. I don a pair of boots and a leather motor cycle jacket. I collect my phone as I exit my room and take to the sky. The flight to Shreveport takes me thirty minutes. My speed as everything has increased with age. I land in the parking lot near the employee entrance. I walk through the door and find my Eric behind his desk. He stands when I enter the office and rushes to kneel before me. He has a table set up with two chairs on either side in the middle of the room.
"Rise Eric, it is good to see you." I pull him into an embrace.
"You as well Master. You have arrived in the midst of a mystery. It seems that someone has stolen from me. I am hoping to find out who this evening with the help of a real jewel." Eric says moving back to his chair.
"What he means is from a little blonde thing that can read minds." Pamela interjects speeding into the office to greet me before leaving the room.
"A telepath how intriguing, can she read vampires?" I ask taking a place on the leather sofa.
"No, Sookie cannot. Have you eaten yet Master?" Eric changes the subject.
"Not yet, perhaps after your meeting." He nodes as Pam renters the office followed closely by a vampire I have never seen and the woman of my dreams. She is wearing pure white dress that accents her curves. She is even lovelier in person.
"Compton, Sookie you know Pam this is Godric." Eric welcomes the new arrivals and gestures to me. "Please sit down. As I said over the phone Sookie I need you to find out who is responsible for this discrepancy of funds. You will be looking for who stole it and who is helping them. How would you like to do this?"
"Please to meet you." She says in my direction and continues. "It would be easiest if it was one at a time and fewer in the office. I will be better able to focus." Her voice was like a soft melody.
"Very well, Compton and Pam leave and send in Bruce." Eric said in agreement.
"I can't leave you in here alone with him. She is mine." Compton ejaculated loudly.
"Yes you can, I will be just fine Bill. You are nothing to me but a neighbor. I am not yours nor will I ever be. Thanks for the ride but I don't need you any longer I am sure Eric will be able to give me a ride home." Sookie dismissed Compton with a wave of her elegant hand. She had been wearing silver bangles and necklace. She took them off and stowed them in her purse.
"You heard her Compton leave. I will see to it that she arrives home safely." Eric said with a smirk as Pam led a miffed Compton from the room. A round sweaty man entered the room. "Bruce this is Sookie she will be asking you some questions about the missing money. Answer her truthfully then you can leave." Bruce sits down across from Sookie. I watch intently while she asks Bruce a few questions. She clears him of wrong doing after a few minutes. The next person she questions is one of the waitresses Ginger I think. I found it interesting that she never asked her a direct question just something about her nails. Sookie seems to find something of importance and ask her to leave. She writes down some information and stands to leave.
"I am sorry I could not be of more help Eric. If that is all that you needed could I get a ride home please." Sookie says with a smile.
"I will take you. Do you mind if Godric comes along for the ride?" He inquires.
"Not at all." She replies. We quickly make our way out of the office and into the parking lot. Eric ushers us over to a large black SUV. Once we are in the vehicle and on the road Sookie starts talking again. "Longshadow is the one who stole the money. He has been glamoring Ginger into bringing him the cash totals for the night. I think he has been at this for two months. Ginger is not aware that she is doing something wrong." I am in awe of how much information she got in only a few minutes.
"Thank you for your assistance Sookie. I will deal with it directly. It was clever of you to pretend you did not find anything. I feel that had Longshadow known you suspected him he would have harmed you." Eric expressed his gratitude.
"Eric can I ask you a question?" Sookie requests nervously.
"You may, I might not answer." He replies with a smirk. I can tell from our bound that he is found of this girl.
"What are you going to do with Longshadow and Ginger?" She asks almost silently.
"Nothing will be happening to Ginger her mind is so weak as it is. Longshadow will be dealt with." He answered her honestly. She nodded her head in acceptance and turned to look at me. When her eyes meet mine something in me sparked. It was like my memories of the sun warm and bright. I smiled at her which she returned.
"I'm Sookie we did not really have much of an introduction earlier." She reintroduced herself. "If you don't mind me asking how long have you known Eric?"
"Not at all little one, I have known Eric for a little over one thousand years." I watched her as she made the connection.
"Oh!" was all she said. I find that I am surprised she understood so quickly and I am thankful she did not have any follow up questions. She yawned trying hard to cover it up. "I am sorry I had an early class this morning so I am a bit tired. I have been up since five."
"It is not a problem Sookie. How are your classes going?" Eric queried.
"They are great. I just love my lit professor. We have been reading A Street Car Name Desire. It is a really interesting play. We have been focusing on American literature so far this semester. I can't wait for the next though because we will be reading British authors." She gushed enthusiastically.
"Reminded me again what your major is?" Eric probed. I know that there is no way he has forgotten he just wants her to continue to talk for my benefit.
"It's a double English and Lit. Did I tell you that I am also taking a women's study class on sex and gender? The professor for that is not as interesting but the subject matter is rather thought provoking." She blushed.
"I am sure it is." Eric's smirk grew. "I could help you study for that class if you think it would help."
"You probably could but not in the way you are thinking." She returned his smirk. Her wit was very sharp. I found that I liked that she could trade jabs with Eric so easily.
"I was not implying that I just thought you might like a different perspective on some of the issues." He countered quickly. "Unfortunately for me it will have to wait until next time. I will have my day man deliver payment tomorrow unless you would like some company." Eric suggested as we pulled up to a large old farm house. It looked a bit rundown or at the very least in need of a new paint job and roof. The driveway seemed to need work as well.
"No matter how tempting that may be Eric I need to get some sleep. Thanks for the ride home." Sookie jested getting out of the car. We sat there and watched her enter the house hearing the click of the lock as she turned it.
"What is she?" I asked Eric as we pulled out of the drive.
"You noticed too." He replied picking up speed.