A Distant Memory: Hotel Camilla
For the hope of love, and only love, Godric changed his mind.
She stood before him now, a human named Sookie, brave barmaid and telepath, a woman of mystery, delightfully complex, yet pleasantly simple in contradiction…so crisp and clean, pure and compassionate~ how could he not?
He was certain his child would hardly mind if Godric decided to pursue her. After all, Eric had been despondent and contrite in his decision to end it all on this rooftop, not understanding Godric's lost passion for life. Not accepting his maker's fault of evolution. He turned his head to look at the man he'd made into progeny more than a millennia ago, confirming these thoughts. So tall and strong all dressed in black, his blonde hair silvering in the twilight of the pending dawn, twin blood trails from his eyes the only thing betraying desperation, more deeply felt by their bond. Eric would not meddle or interfere, as long as Godric did not seek the true death and leave him.
Sookie nervously cleared her throat, while tentatively brushing her fingers along his jawline, gently nudging Godric's gaze back to her own attentions, "Please, I know I could never begin to~"
To her astonishment and his child's curiosity, Godric cut her off.
"One condition is required Miss Stackhouse. That I'm afraid you must consent to in ignorance. As I will not tell you of its nature until I am assured your cooperation. Is this acceptable?"
Confusion, evident within her facial features, her blue orbs conveying unspoken questions, along with the sudden change of her posture, suggested Sookie was not accustomed to submission easily. But, her heart, or instinct, she trusted implicitly. And it was all green lights as far as the suicidal ancient was concerned.
Something to contend with and ponder upon later for sure; when life and death (literally) were not on the chopping block. "Okay, I will."
Godric smiled serenely, his angelic chiseled visage of porcelain perfection invoking an involuntary sigh from her lips, much to Sookie's embarrassment.
"You have made me very happy…thank you."
She looked to Eric nervously, who was just as dumbfounded at this turn of events as she was; his maker blocking their connection. The Viking went to speak; only Godric raised a hand to silence him.
"I do believe we must retire inside my child. The sun is about to crest upon the horizon."
Eric swiped at his cheeks and nodded, relieved his maker's insanity had been put at bay, "Absolutely Godric, you can stay in my room."
Sookie fidgeted with the hem of her red and white checkered sundress, unsure as to what she'd not only agreed to, but why the ancient vampire suddenly chose to live.
Godric paused, giving her an intense look she had yet to interpret, slowly placing a chaste kiss to her mouth, whispering "until tonight" in which she stiffened; him and Eric then speeding away within the blink of an eye, leaving her all alone to meet the sun.
Alone…with no-one else there to witness her shock, her trembling body, or her surprised delight.
Present Day: Fangtasia
Sookie finished off another gin and tonic; her third in an hour if anyone cared, but who was counting. Sitting crossed legged and ladylike at the bar, growing impatient. She'd worn a white tank top with the likeness on it of one of her favorite movie star icons, Marilyn Monroe. And dark wash jean short shorts. But, from her haughty air and stiff spine, one would perceive her to be in a ball gown. Simple pony tail, simple make-up, and white Converse, made for one simple Sookie.
Or at least that's how she felt.
She twirled a piece of her blonde hair around a finger, a habit when she was bored, and checked her cellphone with a frown. Godric still hadn't texted. A fact that was making the short hairs of her neck get prickly with indignation, because the only reason she was here waiting in the first place was that he'd requested it. Knowing this was far from her favorite place to be. So, if he dared stand her up, especially without good reason, Sookie feared she'd go all mental housewife on him; blasting the inconsiderate vamp through a wall.
She shook her empty glass at the bartender, the ice making a rude rattling sound. Internally promising herself this would be the last time she jumped when he called. Knowing secretly she was full of it, as for whatever reason he had her hooked, all mushy and wanting more. Yet, their relationship was just so damn weird. Even Eric had more manners at times, and that was saying a lot.
"I ain't the butler Sook," Tara said flatly, interrupting her mental dialogue, while snatching her cup out of her hand for a refill, "and it's certainly not my fault your sugar daddy stiffed you."
Sookie blanched at first, feeling bad, "I'm sorry Tara…" but then got offended, realizing the jab, "Hey… he is not my sugar daddy, stop saying that shit!"
The dark skinned girl from her youth; her best friend once upon a time, grinned with a wink, "I know, I just like it when the blood rushes to your face," she made a show of scenting the air in front of her as her fangs clicked down, "makes you smell fucking delicious."
Two women, one baby vampire, one hybrid fairy, looked at each other (non-blinking) for a space; Tara acting like a horny schoolgirl and Sookie the slighted nun.
That is until both burst out simultaneous with hoots of laughter, the absurdity of the situation striking their funny bones with its irony; neither having ever really stopped loving one another, despite how time and circumstance had screwed them over.
"Hey, at least you're smiling now girlfriend." Tara said seriously, instantly sobering up, "I can't stand a weak and pitiful woman. If Godric don't show in the next 15, you best find yourself one who will."
Sookie also lost her humor, "I know I know…"
On a deeper level though, she had to admit to herself, nothing in her life was ever that easy or black and white. No, Sookie's life had always fell somewhere in the grey, especially when it came to her suitors. Normal was never the street she lived on. And however different Godric may be in some respects, there was still a gap to be breached in understanding his odd behavior.
She sighed loudly, feeling more than a little buzzed, Tara leaving her to tend to other customers, and raised her fourth drink up into a mock toast, "Here's to being a lovesick twit and future spinster."
Pam happened to be walking by, doing her security rounds, all red leather, screaming dominatrix chic, with matching riding crop and spiked thigh high boots. Her violet eyes rolling into her head, "It is times like these and people like you; that make me almost wish I could vomit. Eric isn't here fawning over Tara and I every second of the night. Do you see us falling apart?"
Sookie made a face and stuck out her tongue, "Totally different."
The tall blonde smirked, "I suppose it is…" she continued her stride, throwing over a shoulder snottily, "My maker actually gives a fuck about us."
Before Sookie could express her outrage, ready to jump down off her barstool and attack, a chime from her phone sounded off.
She got that dropping sensation in the pit of her tummy, the one her Gran used to call a case of the butterflies, and with all the nerves of a strung out junkie; it was in her palm, the screen unlocked.
You are a vision my pet, please forgive my tardiness…
Sookie looked up and around excitedly, all previous rejection forgotten; swiftly replaced with nothing more than anticipation.
It appeared her fix had finally arrived.
A/N: Not sure where I'm going with this, if anywhere. It just sort of expelled from my mind when I sat down to write something completely different lol…thoughts, opinions? Yes/No?