Ok folks, new story! Yay! It's a Godric/OC, with a lot of Eric in it. I have almost 40 pages of it typed so if I hit writers block I still have something to post while in a slump. I hope you guys like it. If anyone reads this and they have their own Godric story would you be kind enough to let me know if I got his 'voice' right? He is a very hard Vamp to type dialog for. :) I did proof read this several times but, if there are any mistakes please let me know, as of right now I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine. If you spot them I will fix 'em!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is all a figment of my over hyperactive mind.

For some the art of writing is a tedious task, for me it's a release. The ability to put jumbled thoughts to paper, to draw lines from one thought to another, have some control of the chaos that rages inside my mind is a necessity. Without it life would cease to be, I would be doomed to spend hours concentrating on my own thoughts, trying in vain to makes sense of the ADD way of thinking I adapted as a mechanism to fight my own lack of time. I learned to speed think, to force myself to zoom through my thoughts like fast forwarding through commercials on TV. The more I practiced the easier it became, however it had a draw back. I have forgotten how to play thoughts at normal speed, I can't even pause them. Everything is too fast. But then again I'm used to fast, fast childhood that went by much too fast, teen years that went by with quick fingers and fast hands for stealing to survive, and finally my fast husband. He has never done things at a normal pace, for being an immortal he has the energy and rush of a mortal man weeks away from death with a half finished bucket list.

I was 15 when I met my Viking.

I was 17 when he turned me into his goddess of the dark.

We have spent over 500 years together, never tiring of each other never wavering in our commitments to eternal life together, for 500 years we were inseparable. It was during the Great Revelation that we separated and broke our vows. It was never planed nor was it something we wanted but our ways were different. I had no desire to be in the spotlight like my Viking, he was the one who enjoyed attention, and the only attentions I enjoyed were his and Godric's. Godric was special to me, although he was not my Maker he was my teacher in many things. Because of him I'm I speak several languages, understand the different cultures that surround us and have empathy for those weaker than myself. It is because of Godric that I left my Maker. Eric went to Shreveport to open a bar and act as sheriff; I on the other hand followed Godric to Texas. I figured if anyone could guide me through the Revelation it would be Godric. His will to forgive and coexist peacefully with humans were my guide though this horrible time. I have always had a great hate for humans, so much so that I was 100 year old vampire before I willingly fed from one. For a century Godric, and Eric forced to me fed, or fed me themselves. The distaste I have for humans was not gained after I was turned, instead it was forged from bad memories as a human, the dreadful things I did to survive and the despicable things done to me were only the beginning of my hate.

I was but a human child of 5 when I realized how detested I was by my family. My parents were poor and my father had a gambling debt. To pay the debt I was sold, not to the highest bidder, only to the bidder who guaranteed enough money to pay the debt and promised a life of anguish for me.

I was 6 when I met another slave friendly to me. Her name is forgotten now, her face no longer in my memories, but I do remember her voice, sweet like honey, and always had a air of cheer to it, no matter how bad our situation. I also remember her hands, for a slave she had nice hands, not soft-we worked too hard for soft hands; ours were full of calluses, burns, and scars. Her hands, although ugly to many were beautiful to me; they showed me things I never knew could be done. Like how to steal from passers by in the street without being caught, how to mend our wounds from our masters, how to take and hide food without others seeing. She had a way of distracting you with one hand while taking what she needed with the other. It was beautiful and probably the only reason I survived long enough to be found by my Viking.

By the age of 10 I was no stranger to vampires, I had seen a few before, my slave companion had met many before coming to live with our masters. She had said that a vampire taught her to use her hands to gain what she could not have. I find it funny now, a vampire pick pocket, how trite! None the less this skill she was taught had saved our hides on many occasion. It was no surprise to me years later when two vampires' came to stay with our masters for the night that she was excited to see whom they were. Perhaps she thought only a few existed and the one who taught her how to use a slight of hands would be joining our masters.

However excited she was is dulled next to my apprehension; I had never met a vampire up close and truly had to desire to meet one. I had over heard the stories about them, how monstrous they were, how evil and deadly they could be, one lady in town I passed while running errands for Master said they were predators, like wolves they played with their food, tormented it before devouring it. I was beyond apprehensive, but never scared. Fear had left me years ago and I had none left to feel.

It was the night of my 15 birthday, or what my friend and I had decided was my birthday since I had no clue when I was actually born. She had made me a small head band out of scraps of cloth our mistress had thrown out, it was a beautiful headband, the color of the night sky. The only possession I owned, and the first gift I had ever received. I remember her hands smoothing my hair back as she tied the band in place, I felt like a normal girl. For a brief moment I was not a slave but a girl of fifteen who wanted so badly to see the night sky. We were forbidden from leaving our rooms after dark or before dawn. Our masters had made that rule clear to us when a boy of 13 attempted to run away the year prior, he was quickly found and his leg tied so tightly to the wood stove in the kitchen the heat from the cook making breakfast burned him so badly he could hardly walk, let alone attempt another escape. No I never attempted to run away, his scars were too much of a reminder how my plans would turn out.

It was that night that two vampires sought shelter within our master's barn. I was called to show them where they were to stay for the night. It was the first night I had been allowed outside in 11 years. As I walked towards the door that led to the night air I was shaking, perhaps this was a trick my master was playing on me. Would I actually go outside knowing it was forbidden? Even though he told me to? With a chance of freedom, even only a few minutes I decided to take the risk. I was out the door and into the grassy patch that led to the wooden fence separating Master's home from the barn. It was by no means a large barn, able to hold a few horses and a few goats with the random chickens running about. On this particular night all animals were quiet, like they were waiting for us in quiet hopes that I would not be hurt for my trip.

I made it to the doors of the barn before it dawned on me, I was outside! Master wasn't angry I wasn't being chased or beaten for this. I stopped before the barn doors, my two vampire charges behind me; the smell of night assaulted my senses. How beautiful night smelled! The grass awake and moving, the smells of cool night air, never had I smelled such wonder before. My two charges must have noticed something amiss with me. The smaller of the two looked at me in a peculiar way, like he was trying to study me and didn't care if I was aware of his activity. I quickly made my apologies for stalling.

"Sorry Sir's, I meant no disrespect, I don't remember seeing the moon. It distracted me, it will not happen again." I hoped it was enough of an apology and that they would not tell Master about my dallying. My leg tried to a cooking stove would be easy compared to the punishment I would receive if ever Master found out I daydreamed outside, at night no less.

"It is quite all right Miss, the night is beautiful. Becoming distracted by its beauty is not a crime." The smaller one said with a smile. I returned his smile in kind; it was the first smile I received from someone other than my slave friend in 10 years. My smile in return was awkward I'm sure. It had been too long since I last smiled a real true smile.

I led them into the barn, and showed them a quick tour. The hay loft was the best place for them. Up high in the rafters it had no windows and was surrounded by solid wood. No light could come through. I walked them up the ladder and stepped aside as they too climber up.

"The door it there" I said pointing at a solid oak door. "You'll find its light proof and locks from both the inside and out." Master had a lock on the inside for and vampire company we might have for a day. The lock on the outside was for Master to use when punishment was dolled out for us slaves.

"The lock on the outside, what is it for?" Again the smaller one was talking.

I stuttered with this question, if I lied he would surely tell Master and then I would be in big trouble. If I told the truth he would possibly accuse me of telling false truths about how Master treated us. What was I to say?

"Never mind girl, I can see the answer in your eyes." With a simple look of understanding the younger one went to the oak door and peaked inside. "This will do for us during the day. Would you like to sit with us and enjoy the night a little longer?"

"I'm sorry Sir I cannot. Master would be angry at me for taking my time out here, we aren't allowed out at night as it is, I'm sure I will get in trouble if I take too long." It seamed honesty might be best with the younger one, he seemed to be able to see a lie anyway. What harm would the truth cause that I had not endured already? I would gladly take whatever punishment Master saw fit for this moment in time. I had never had a conversation with someone, save my slave friend of course. But it was different with this man; he had a sense of understanding to him.

"I will tell your Master we needed you for a few hours to help with something. It will be no trouble girl. Come sit a while and enjoy the darkness and all it has to offer." The deep voice set me on edge. The taller of the two had spoken in a way that left no room for argument. How was I to deny what our guest wanted?

"Okay Sir, I will sit a while." And so I sat, on the ladder looking out on top of the barn, above the animals for the first time in my life. How phenomenal this was! A slave above and animal, though it was only figuratively and not literally I would take whatever I could take from this moment, and cherish it. I was too caught up in my thoughts to notice the smaller of the two had come to crouch next to me. He did not sit but instead rested on the balls of his feet with perfect balance, he looked like some predator waiting for prey to come by.

"How is it that you have never seen the night before now?"

A simple question with a simple answer, "I was never allowed outside past dusk until now; it has been ten years since I last saw the night sky. Master has never let a slave outside at night. We don't know why and none have dared to ask."

"It is regrettable that you have never been permitted to see how glorious night can be, you would make a great creature on the night, a companion to deaths child. I would be beautiful the three of us together."

"I'm sorry Sir I don't understand what you are saying or asking me."

"Its okay child, you are not ready for it yet, you must grow a little first. You cannot stay a girl-child forever. How boring it would be for you." He smiled at me.

"Thank you Sir, I think." What was he saying to me? I didn't understand exactly what he meant by girl-child or young forever. Did this mean he was planning on taking me with him? I doubted Master would sell me; I caused little trouble for him. Why would he sell a perfectly lowly slave?

"Do not fret Girl, I will not allow you to get into trouble with your Master by asking you to run away."

"Then what are you saying Sir?"

"I am simple saying that if you should choose I would take you with us, your Master would allow it Girl, of that I'm sure. He owes us a favor and your status as his slave will be a sufficient repayment." He seemed happy with his response, nothing more was said for hours.

We sat in silence enjoying the night and it's calm, I was still confused about our earlier discussion but decided it was not worth worry over if I didn't even understand what was being said. I could tell by the temperature in that barn that dawn was coming, the sun would be up soon, and my night of freedom would be over. The taller of the two had retired past the oak door a short while ago. It was just I and the smaller of the two companions sitting in silence enjoying the last moments of dark.

"Take head not to anger your Master this day. I cannot protect you when the sun is high. I will rise when the sun has set and talk to your Master about your ownership."

It was a shock to hear his voice after so long in silence. "Thank you Sir, although I still do not understand what it is you speak of, Master will not sell me, many have asked before. But thank you none the less for making me think I am worthy of a new Master. It is a nice dream that will keep me company during horrible days." I made my move to rise and climb down the ladder when a hand was wrapped tightly around my wrist.

"I speak the truth when I say you will not stay here a moment long than tonight. You will leave with us, of that I give my word. Your Master is cruel and has no idea the beauty you pose; I see it and I will cherish it. Fear not Girl-Child, your time here will be short."

"If you are to be my new Master what would keep me from running away in the daytime when you sleep?" It was a question I should not have asked, I had no right, but my mouth spoke before I could tell it not to.

"Nothing will keep you from running except the knowledge that you will be taken care of and treated as a princess, I swear to you Girl-Child. I will take care of you."

"Why do you call me that?"

"Call you what? Girl-Child?" I gave him a small nod, "Because that's what you are. Not yet grown but too old in mind to be a child. You are caught in between, like me." It seemed to sadden him to say this. "Would you prefer I call you something else?"

"You may call me whatever you want Sir. I am a slave; names mean little to a girl of my station." It was true, names were nothing for us. Slaves were called whatever their Masters wanted them to be called.

"Do you have a name? One given to you at birth?"

"Doesn't everyone have a name? I can't remember mine, but I like to think someone cared enough to give me a name."

"If you don't remember your name I shall give you one. Alannah shall be your name. I think it will suit you well."

"What does it mean?" If he was going to name me I wanted to know the meaning of the name, besides I had not gotten in trouble for any of my other questions, I doubt this one would get me into trouble.

"It means 'darling child' it will fit you well, I think." He said this with a finality that made it clear I was not to ask questions regarding my new name.

"What shall I call you then Sir? Or can I name you like you have done for me?"

"I have a name child, but if I ever need a new one I promise you will be the one to give it. You may call me Godric. It is the name I was given when I was born."

"Godric, it sounds like a good strong name, although I have never heard it before." I said with a quick smile. Godric seamed to like my smiles, he always returned them. I liked that about him.

"It is a strong name, but a very old name as well. My companion is Eric; you may call him that when we meet again tonight. Until then I must rest, forgive me for being rude but dawn is coming and I will not survive long in the sun."

"Have a good day Sir, or would it be night? How does one wish you a good night if in fact it isn't night?" It seemed my curiosity had the best of me this early morning, everything intrigued me. I had questions I never knew I wanted answers to. Godric was the first person to ever let me ask questions, let alone take the time to answer them in a kind way.

"Good nights are fine for me Alannah. I will see you at dark." He leaned over to kiss my forehead.

"Good bye Godric." I began my descent down the ladder, when I was on solid ground again I looked up to see Godric watching me. I made my way back to Masters House to begin my daily chores. I had gotten no sleep but knew if I slacked on my chores I would be chained to the cooks stove. If that happened Godric would not be able to ask for my assistance with anything this evening.

I rushed into the house ready to start the day's chores when Mater caught sight of me. "What have we hear? I run away that has returned? For a slave girl you are especially dumb, running away then returning to me in the day time. Stupid girl."

"I didn't run away Master; I was helping our guests in the barn settle in. His name is Godric, he said come night fall he would tell you I was of great help through the night." I spoke in a tremble. If Master was in a good mood a simple strike would pacify him, if he was in a bad mood. I shuddered to think what my punishment would be. Mater was well known for his cruelty.

"CHILD don't ever speak to me like that, you are nothing but an animal! I should have you whipped for this. Talk back to me? Who do you think you are? Someone other than a worthless slave? Stupid, ungrateful child." He was seething, obviously Master was in a bad mood this morning and I had said the wrong thing to set him off. "COOK! Bring me a hot knife! Make it a dull one! I will teach this girl to never back talk me or lie to me again!"

I was scared, this was a new one. A punishment I had never seen before, now I would feel it.