Prologue

Blood covered the ground in splatters and drops, footprints of the crimson colour painted across the ground. Torn up feet and bloodied hands stumbled and grasped at passing trees, trying not to fall. Whimpers and sobs escaped the human girl, echoing through the otherwise silent forest, before she shrieked when she stepped on a rock and injured her already abused foot, falling to the ground in a huddle.

The back of her shirt was torn open and left in ribbons, nearly the same condition as the skin beneath. Long lash marks marred her otherwise perfect form, gouging deep—nearly to the bone—and leaving large exits for her blood to flow from.

"Où es tu, Azura!" a heavy male voice called out, causing the young woman to jolt upon the ground. Her limbs shook with effort, but she was able to pull herself back up onto her feet and continue to flee for her life. "Azura!"

Lightning flashed around her, lighting the world so suddenly that she started in surprise and nearly slipped as she rounded a bend in her path. She stood disoriented for but a moment as the thunder followed after the flash, shaking the earth with its roaring call. The air was thick with oncoming rain, hanging heavily around Azura.

"S'il vous plaît, aidez-moi," she mumbled, her voice chocked as she laid her head against the tree she was already leaning heavily against. The world spun around her, the loss of blood catching up to her quickly. She had never lost so much before.

"Azura," the thick French accent drawled, closer now. She trembled as fear gripped her, chocking her, and left her paralyzed. Where could she go, even if she was able to get herself moving again? She had let herself stop, and could not bring her body to move again. The harsh snap of a dead branch from his direction caused her to jerk forward in fright, her body wanting to run, and making her run into a cold, solid barrier.

She nearly careened back, had it not been for who it was that stood before her. Cold hands took hold of her bloodied face, a thumb brushing over the split in her lip, and dark eyes looked into her light ones. She repressed the urge to gasp and sob in relief as she looked into that familiar, pale face. A quick flash of light erupted around them, lighting both their faces and allowing her to see the rage hidden within the depths of those dark eyes.

"Mon ciel," he whispered sadly, moving forward to draw her up to him. Her tired arms encircled his waist before moist air rushed around her, leaving her dazed. His scent caressed her nose, dearly missed over the years that they had been apart. He had them on the other side of the forest before the thunder had rumbled after its bright companion.

"Godric," she whispered desperately, her hands grasping at his bare back. She did not care that he wore only pants, his bare skin pressed against her. The grip that he had to keep on her when he ran caused agony to ripple through her when his hands pressed her gashed back, but she only held onto him more tightly so that he could not leave her again.

"I will heal you," he whispered against her hair, matted with blood. She didn't say anything but felt as he drew one arm away from her, using the other to carefully angle her differently to press her into his side instead. She opened her eyes to watch through the darkness, seeing only the pale outline of him as he bit into his wrist, drawing it up to her lips once he had torn open his flesh with his fangs. "Bois, Azura."

The way her name purred from his lips drew her forward, sounding so pleasant in contrast to the angry man from before. Her eyes drifted closed again as her lips descended to his injury, her tongue met the flesh first before her lips sealed over the bite. Godric's other hand gently moved up to the center of her back and pressed her more firmly against his side, careful not to press too hard on the injuries that scattered along her skin.

The sky decided to open up in that moment, letting out the pent up rain and allowing it to pour down on the earth like a flood from the sky. Azura ran her tongue along the jagged bite on Godric's wrist, feeling the cool rain fall down on her burning back as his cold blood poured into her mouth. The pain was already beginning to fade away from her back, the large lashes beginning to close up and disappear as though they had never been there from the beginning.

The weak, dizzy feeling that came over before began to fade away, Godric's blood soothing all the turmoil—emotional and physical—within her.

"Mon beau ciel," he whispered softly, the harsh pounding of the rain on the earth nearly causing her to miss what he had said. Her heart sang, however, when she caught wind of his whispered words. She drew away from his wrist at last, moving to lean her head against his cold torso.

"Merci, Godric, merci." Her words came out in gasps, her warm hands moving to lie on his bare back. They were nearly the same height, but she kept herself ducked down and tucked her head beneath his chin as his arms embraced her, held her, refused to release her.

She trembled against him; her warm, soft frame contrasted with his cold, sturdy one.

The lightning flashed again, making her look up to the sky. Water fell down onto her face, forcing her to close her eyes quickly, and left a pleasant cool behind. The water washed away all of the blood from her skin, weighing her ruined shirt down and beginning to pull its remains from her shoulders. Thunder rocked the ground, causing her to step up closer to Godric for balance and reassurance.

"You are safe," he whispered against her temple, one of his hands moving up along her back. There were still faint lines left behind from the injuries, but that would be gone before the storm had even passed.

"Take me away," she begged softly, turning her head to kiss beneath his ear. "Take me far, far away, Godric." Her French accent allowed her words to roll off her tongue and make it sound like she was speaking in a fairy-tail, but both new better. His fingers tangled in her messed blonde hair, drawing her away from his shoulder and looking into her face, barely visible in the stormy night. Before she had a chance to speak again his lips had brushed her own, their skin slick with rain. Her lips parted in a silent gasp, allowing him to take her bottom lip between his blunt, human teeth gently for a split second before tugging her forward to deepen the kiss.

Her arms wound around his neck, her own hand moving up to push into his shortened hair. He had cut it into a different style since she had last seen him.

How she had missed him.

Her back met the cold, wet grass of the field just beyond the tree line, the water continuing to fall down on them at a quickening rate. Their lips danced as their hands caressed, stroked and pulled at one another. Azura's tears blended with the rain that caressed her face, dripping down off Godric's eyelashes to land upon her skin as her happiness grew and swelled.

Godric's hands pushed at the tattered remains of her shirt, her only warning, before he gave one harsh pull and tore the garment off her skin. He did not waste time with reacquainting himself with her body, his tongue laving over new scars, some from him, and his hands stroking the places that he knew were sensitive to the touch.

The tip of his tongue collected the water that slipped down her breast, feeling her body quiver and hearing the impossibly loud sound of her wet heartbeat only inches away from his deadly teeth. As his tongue moved along her breast, he felt something familiar. A full jawed bite mark encircling her nipple. He kissed the scarred skin, feeling a dark sense of pride that his mark had scarred on her flesh.

He could deny himself no longer.

Lightning quick, his fangs buried themselves in her flesh once again, tearing open the scar anew and flooding his mouth with her blood. She gasped aloud as her hands moved to his head, fighting with the pleasure and pain that was quickly consuming her. She felt she could burst into tears from the feelings that he was causing to surge through her.

"I have missed you," he growled against her cheek when he had released her flesh, smearing her blood on her face. She didn't mind the stain, but instead held him closer to her to feel his cold skin against her heated body, pressing her bleeding chest up into him.

"Save me, Godric," she gasped against the flesh of his shoulder, gripping at his back and arms. Rain beat down on them, washing away the remainder of the blood that had covered Azura, dripping down on her from Godric's body. Her head tipped back in a silent scream when they finally connected, Godric's arms slipping beneath her back so his hands gripped her shoulders and kept her still as he thrust his hips forward.

"I will always save you," he swore to her, keeping his cheek pressed against her own as their bodies danced, moved and thrummed together. Rain slicked skin glided together easily, fluidly. "I will always find you."

Another rhythmic thrust.

"Protect you."

Thrust.

"Take care of you."

Thrust.

"You are mine!" Azura screamed out in bliss as his words echoed in her ears, her nails digging into his bared back as she arched up, heels digging into the ground. Godric's entire form tensed and froze as he pressed up into her fully, his hands gripping at her shoulders and his hips forcing hers down into the ground. Lightning lit the sky and thunder shook the very earth they laid upon, but neither cared. He could not walk in the day, or see the sun and sky; he cared not. Azura, his sky, was all that he would ever need.

This is my first time writing a True Blood fanfiction, so I hope it meets everyone's standards! This is the prologue, meant to tease, so the next update will have much more information. I hope that everyone sticks around to read it! Please review, it would be much appreciated.