Hey, y'all. So new fanfic: True Blood this time!

I started watching it a month ago or so and loved it. I've watched all the seasons now, and just love everyone and everything about it! Anyway, this is a Godric/OC/Eric fic,which is subject to change (I admit I cried a little bit much when Godric left :'( ) so I need to give myself some satisfaction, and this idea has been nagging me since then, so here it is.

For the earlier times (you'll understand what I mean as you read more) I've tried to stick to what the traditions and languages and clothing etc. was like back then, but I am no History expert or anything, so it's basically google and wikipedia that has helped me haha. If you are confused about things, just PM or leave a review and I'll explain in the next uploaded chapter (incase others have the same question). Most of the things I'll try to stay true to the period, but there are things I will take a certain artistic license with and change/make up myself.

On with the story, enjoy!

He quietened his laboured breathing, eyes sharp on his target. The wind worked in Godric's favour today, as it blew towards him, thus carrying his scent away from the beast. The leather that bound his feet proved well to soften his steps, and he slowly moved in closer to the animal. The rich spring that graced them this year was a blessing in many ways-from providing fertile and rich ground for their food to the good cover it created for the hunts. Godric used the wetness of the land to his advantage, stepping on the dampened moss of the forest floor to quiet his already light steps even more. He raised the long spear, tipped with poison from the fungus of the forest, and brought back his arm to throw.

But a quiet rustle off to his right spooked the young animal, and it bounded off through the growth. He cursed the wind (though it did not seem that strong to move the heavy and wet leaves of the trees) and sprinted after it. The animal slowed down, and Godric froze in his spot, ceasing all noise and trying to quiet his breathing again. The black nostrils flared noisily, the white of the eyes darting frantically as it searched for its predator. Godric decided to work fast, and he positioned his spear to throw again.

A whoosh made him jerk in surprise, that whoosh landing in the neck of his prey. It squealed in pain and fright and began to spring off again, only managing to get a few bounds before its legs wobbled and it fell, wheezing and whining as the thick, red blood poured down into its fur, matting it together. Godric did not question what happened, and sprinted again, taking his dagger and driving it into its neck. After a moment, the light left the animal's eyes and its body stopped rising and falling with each breath, going completely still. Only then did Godric look at the object that had hindered the beast. He pulled it out, fascinated. It looked like a miniature version of a spear, with the sharp end and wooden body, but with added feathering to the end.

Godric was knocked to the ground by a body, and he immediately grabbed his other dagger, pushing the being off and taking a territorial stance. All he notice was a flash of brown and brilliant red as he hissed in pain when something sliced his right bicep. His attacker launched at him again, pinning him to the ground. Blindly, he grabbed the red and yanked hard, a cry emitting the lips of his enemy. Godric pulled him off of him, taking the dagger to his-her neck?

Godric still held the blade to the thin skin of the person's neck. It was a girl, roughly the same years as he. Her complexion was fairer than what he had seen before, her piercing green eyes looked out at him, as avid as a cat's, and as unfathomable as the deepest pit in the world. Her hair was a startling, vibrant red, a colour he had never seen before. Of his people, they were all dark haired and darker skinned, with equally dark hair. This red was something only the blood that coursed through their veins, or that of their markings would be-not hair.

The girl snarled-literally snarled- at him, and he narrowed his eyes. She was a savage, stealing from their land, 'Who are you?' He demanded, straddling the girl and keeping one arm down with his hand, keeping the other down with his elbow as he lay close to her face, the dagger still at her neck.

She didn't reply and looked slightly confused, 'Who are you? What is your name?' Still nothing.

'What are you doing on my people's land? Why are you stealing our food? My prey?' Something registered within her and she spat in his face. Godric growled but did not wipe away the wetness on his face. He pressed the dagger further into her throat, just slicing the tiniest bit of skin. She strained against his hold, but spoke, 'Your food? I hunted it. Shuddit.'

Godric furrowed his brow in confusion. The words she spoke were laced with an odd tongue, but he could understand most of them, 'Shuddit?' He repeated.

'Shot. It. With my aro.'

'A..ro?'

'Have you no brain? Ar. Row.'

Godric got annoyed and pushed the metal against her again, reminding her who had the control, 'Where are you from?'

'I am of the Gaels.'

The Gaels? They lived far, far from his tribe, across the land and sea, in fact, 'You have travelled far, savage.'

'I am no savage. You are the one with the primitive weapons. You do not even know what an aro is.'

The unfamiliar word was spoken again. It was like their native tongues were similar, but had their own variations, 'What tongue do you speak?'

'Goedelic. The same as you, is that not?' She started to get curious.

'No. Gaulish.'

'I forgot. We travelled over the oshin.'

'Oshin?'

She grunted in annoyance, 'The water. The sea. The aqua. Ocean. I realize we have our differences with our tongues,' she noted, 'Now, if you remove your weapon, I will gladly leave with my prey, and leave you in siochana.'

'Siochana?'

She sighed again, rolling her eyes, 'Yes- I will leave you and bring no harm to you.'

'You mean peace.'

'I mean siochana.'

They stared each other out, until Godric averted his gaze, 'Your prey? I killed the beast.'

'I shot it down. If it were not for me and my weapon, you would not have caught it,' She argued back, wriggling under his firm hold and heavy weight, 'Then I would have taken its last breath.'

'If it were not for you, it would not have been scared off by your noisy approach and I would have brought it down with my weapon.'

She glared at him again, 'I have to feed my people. We have travelled many day and many night to reach this land. We have not been here long, so we need the soostinince as the rest was finished over our hard journey.'

Godric ignored the strange word, understanding what she meant anyway, 'This the land of my people. You have admitted yourself that your do not belong here. This is not your food.'

'You hunt around these parts?' She questioned, changing her tactic, 'And you know this land well?'

'Ov cours. This is my homeplace.'

'Well,' she spoke with a hint of triumph in her tone, as if she was winning their argument, 'You know these parts well. You know the habits of the animals here. You know where to find them, their characteristics. Me? It is the first animal I have found in days-the children are starving. You call me the savage, yet you would let children-babes die?'

Godric eyed her with contempt, not speaking.

'I am sure you have some storage of food, vegetation at least?'

'We do,' he answered dryly.

'Then let me have this one animal. And I know now not to hunt around this land again. I will head east instead,' she negotiated.

Godric smacked his lips together as he thought. It was reasonable, but could he trust her? She was strange and different, from a completely different isle than he was, and she spoke with weird words. What if she were a demon or goddess of death that was manipulating him with her exotic looks and charms? Something in him denied these claims, and he made her a deal, 'Do you swear in all that you believe you will sit and talk with me, and answer any questions I may have, without running away or causing me haam?'

'Haam?'

'Do not pose a threat to me,' He tried to explain.

She seemed to understand and nodded. Godric cautiously removed his dagger from her neck, and lifted his weight off her. He held up his weapon, stance ready to chase after him. She sat up slowly, rubbing at her neck and throwing him a glare as blood stained her fingertips, but did not rise to her feet. She sat and crossed her legs, looking up to him expectantly, 'What do you wish to speak about?'

Godric sat down on the soft ground next to his kill (he did end its life, no matter what she tried to argue) and stayed protectively close to it.

'Your name.'

'Arianrhod.'

Godric struggled to pronounce her name, his lips not quite able to reproduce what she spoke.

She laughed softly, a melodic charm that caused his lips to quirk, and she repeated slowly, 'Ar-ree-an-juhrod.'

Godric tried again and smiled smugly when he got it right.

'My little babe of a sister can say my name, I wouldn't take that as a victory,' She taunted him, 'What is your name?'

'Godric.'

'Godric. I can pronounce your birth name with ease,' She snided.

Godric made a childish face at her, but smiled then.

'I much prefer your smile than your blade,' Arianrhod mentioned, raising her eyes to his again.

Godric smiled again at her, 'I originally thought that you were the female version of Dis Pater.'

'Who?' She looked completely confused.

'He is Death.'

Arianrhod scoffed, 'I thank you for your high opinion of me, a mere mortal woman.'

'I do not believe you to be mere. You are...exotic,' Godric settled with.

'Exotic?' She repeated, 'I do not understand...'

'You are different. A sort of foreign...beauty,' he tried his best to explain to her.

Arianrhod grinned, 'Now you think I am a beauty? I wonder what my husband would think of your words.'

'I do not mean to offend,' Godric spoke. She did look of marrying age, when he looked her over again. Definitely of marrying age.

'That journey your eyes made speak otherwise,' She told him, giving him a knowing gaze.

Godric looked down from her. He truly did not mean to cause any difficulties with her or her husband-he knew she belonged to someone else now, and it was not right of him to speak to her with such words, if they had similar beliefs to his own.

Arianrhod laughed, 'I do not speak the truth. I have no husband yet,' she admitted, glee in her eyes.

Godric humphed at her, 'Where are your people settled?' He questioned, reverting back to his deal.

Arianrhod replied, 'A few miles east of here,' she lied fluidly. He may seem nice now, but she did not trust him. What if he were to ambush her tribe?

'And your home?' she questioned.

'A mile or so to the south and to the west,' Godric answered honestly. He didn't feel like he needed to worry too much about her. Almost like he could trust her-but not quite, 'Your hair is very red.'

Arianrhod furrowed her brows, 'I thank...you?' She was not sure what he meant by his comment.

'I did not mean that as an offence. It is unique-exotic.'

'You have never seen a colour like my hair before?'

'I have seen that colour, just not as someone's hair.'

Arianrhod shrugged, 'I have never seen someone whose features are as dark as yours. Nor those markings,' she mentioned, looking to his bare chest and arms.

'Nor have I seen your markings,' Godric told her, glancing at the blue that inked her arms. She smiled at him, which he returned.

'It is to be expected after all. We are of two different people.'

'You are right,' He stated. They sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds between them were of the forest, full of life, as spring promised. The animal they both hunted still remained next to Godric, dead in contrast to the two as they breathed.

Arianrhod rose to her feet, Godric following suit as he was still cautious of her. He stayed next to the prey they had taken down, protective over the food he would need to provide sustenance for him and his people.

'Can I have the animal?' Arianrhod asked suspiciously nicely.

'..No,' Godric replied slowly, though a little hesistantly. He did need this catch. He had promised food for his family, and if he were to move up in the ranks of his tribe he did not need to seem weak before them.

'Are you serious?' She hissed, losing all her calmness and charm, 'I have travelled day and night, and this is the first-'

'I understand! But this is my beast- it is because of me it lays slain.'

'What if we have it? You take the head and upper half, I shall take the rest.'

Godric eyed her. To be honest, it would be worse to half it. Then they would know something was odd, 'Fine, you can have it,' he found the words leaving his lips without a thought. He watched as her face lit up a little with glee, but it quickly disappeared as he continued to speak, 'If you can win against me.'

Arianrhod glared at him, 'What do you propose?'

'A raish.'

'Rish...?'

'A must be quicker, swifter than me. To the river yonder-the large one you must have crossed to be able to get to these parts,' He explained to his assailant.

Arianrhod groaned inwardly- of course lying about where she lived would prove a downfall to her. She did spot a river, however, on her journey over. If she traced back to where she was and had tied her horse, she should be able to easily find it again, 'I agree to this. Are there no rules?'

'You may not use any weapons or anything to hinder me-or I, you. That is all,' Godric replied.

'What of the animal? Will another scavenger not steal it from us?'

'It is not the right time for another animal to take this one off us. Nor should there be any people wandering this part of the land. It should be fine to rest there.'

Arianrhod nodded, 'Fine...let us run!' She grinned, taking off in a matter of seconds. It took Godric a second to realize she had already started, and he cursed the Gael as he sprinted after her. He smirked to himself as she disappeared off into the forest from where they had come from, before they both chased down the animal. Where she went right, he went left. The forest was more dense to the left, but it cleared up quicker compared to the right, where from the edge to the river was open ground, covered in the lush grass of spring.

Godric got to the edge of the forest, and the girl was nowhere to be seen. Grinning, he pushed on, his feet pushing into the soft, wet ground. He was sure he was going to win, until a soft, distant thunder alerted him. Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted some animal running in the same direction. As it came closer, his mouth dropped as Arianrhod was atop a horse. She guided the magnificent beast closer to him, a wild and free grin on her face. She urged the horse on, its large hooves cutting up the ground behind it. Godric eventually caught up, panting as he gathered his bearings again.

'You had an advantage. That was not fair,' he told her as his breathing began to return to normal.

Arianrhod stayed on the horse, shrugging, 'You said there were no rules as long as I did not hinder you in anyway. It was completely fair. I believe the animal is mine.'

Godric gave her an odd look. This girl was different to any other female he had met before. She was strong, clearly a warrior and also cunning. She also walked and spoke as if she were a male and with such power. And Godric found himself liking this stranger, 'Fine. It is yours.'

Arianrhod held her hand out to Godric, 'Get on his back with me-he will take us both back to the animal quicker,' she almost sounded like she was ordering him. Godric paused for a moment;his mind told him to be cautious of her, especially since she was of another tribe, but everything else seemed to trust her. He grabbed her wrist, her hand grabbing his, and she pulled up as he jumped. He swung his leg over the back of the horse, unsure of what to do with his hands.

'Hold onto me if you wish not to fall and die,' Arianrhod scoffed. Godric was a little shocked at her outwardness, but gladly put his arms around her waist. Digging her heels into the soft sides of the horse, it took off back across the plain. She slowed it down to a trot as they entered the forest again, until eventually they reached where they had slain the animal. Godric was right-it still lay where they had left it. Godric hopped off the horse first, followed by Arianrhod. She took out a length of cloth that was rolled up and tied down across the horse, wrapping the dead animal up in it. She threw it over the horse's back, tying it down securely. She swung back up onto the horse, gathering up the ropes. She smiled at Godric as she spoke, 'I believe this is slan, savage.'

Godric's lips quirked at the name, 'I believe what you're saying is ''goodbye''? A farewell?'

Arianrhod nodded, 'May I never see you again,' she teased him. That was a big lie, however, whether he realised or not.

Godric chuckled, picking up his dagger he had abandoned earlier, 'May I never see you again, ignem ferum.'

'What does that mean?'

Godric smiled, 'Goodbye, ignem ferum.'

Arianrhod narrowed her eyes in question, before giving him a nod and kicking her horse on. Godric watched as the white and fiery red disappeared into the dense green. He smiled to himself, hoping that he would maybe see the foreign girl again. She was intriguing, and quite the enigma to him, even though he barely knew her-not even a quarter of a day. He shoved the dagger back into the band of his bottoms, heading back to his home. He may not have got his prey...but he found he was still happy with the events of the day.

Hope this isn't too confusing or anything, but if you have any questions just leave a review or PM me, as I said above! I apologize for any mistakes, but I have read over it to fix the main ones I found.

Please review to let me know what you think, and I hope you all will enjoy where I go with this story (: