Once alone

A/N: None of these Characters belong to me. They are based on the characters by Charlaine Harris and HBO's True Blood. I have no idea where this is going or what it will become but it's something I couldn't get out of my head. I am going to make some changes especially in regards to the Maryann plot line. I will be writing as if she didn't exist although don't be surprised if some things pop up that wouldn't have happened with the changed plot line. Also, I have to mention that this is heavily inspired by Mavrosal's Dying Love which you simply MUST read if you haven't already.

Summary: Some things are just meant to be, they are fated, destined...unstoppable. What happens when Sookie manages to save Godric? Godric and Eric find they have more than they can handle in Sookie Stackhouse.

The opening section is taken from the lines in True Blood.

Chapter 1

"Two thousand years is enough." Godric said.

"I can't accept that. It's insanity." Eric pleaded with him.

"Our existence is insanity. We don't belong here." Godric's voice remained calm and detached.

"BUT WE ARE HERE!" Eric yelled in desperation.

"It's not right. We're not right." Godric answered with certainty.

"You told me there is no right or wrong. It's survival…or death."

"I told a lie. As it turns out."

"I will keep you alive by force." Eric threatened.

"Even if you could. Why would you be so cruel?"

Sookie watched as Eric fell to his knees in front of Godric. She had never seen such love or agony on a man's face before. Her heart ached for him.

"Let me go." Godric told Eric. It was clear he was resolute in his decision.

"I won't let you die alone." Eric begged as the bloody tears ran in torrents down his pale cheeks.

"Yes you will. As your maker, I command you." Eric began the slow walk off the roof. Sookie longed to bring him some measure of comfort. No one should feel such pain.

"I'll stay with him. As long as it takes." Sookie promised, taking Eric's hand in hers. He nodded once and then left. Sookie turned to look at Godric. He was looking out at the city, his back to her. The sky was lightening quickly. They only had moments left.

"It won't take long, not at my age." She didn't know why but Sookie was filled with the desperate desire to save this man. This vampire. He had saved her from her worst fear but this went deeper than that. She just couldn't bear to see anyone in so much anguish. She wanted to take away Godric's pain and prevent Eric's grief over losing his maker.

"You know it wasn't very smart, the Fellowship of the Sun part?"

"I know. I thought it might fix everything somehow. But I don't think like a vampire anymore. Do you believe in God?" He turned to look at her over his shoulder.

"Yes."

"If you're right, how will he punish me?" Godric asked but there was no fear in his voice, only longing.

"God doesn't punish. God forgives."

"I don't deserve it," Godric sighed dejectedly, "but I hope for it." His ancient eyes showed the millennia of suffering and torment. He was tired. He had spent so long surviving and adapting as the world around him changed. He just wanted to rest but Sookie knew that he was just lost. The dawn was coming but she had to try.

"We all hope for forgiveness. Please, don't give up." Godric tried to look at her then.

"Are you crying?" His voice was filled with the wonder he felt. He walked over to her, slowly and with grace. Sookie was too overcome to speak. She just nodded as the tears flowed freely.

"Why do you cry?" He asked with wonder.

"Because you're making a huge mistake and I don't want you to go. There is lots to live for and death already claims too many. It hurts me to see you give up this way. It hurts me to see your pain. I wish I could take it from you and carry it myself. You are a good person, Godric. I don't want you to die."

Godric listened in amazement. "I never thought to have a human care about me. You don't even know me. I am not good. I have done many things for which I am sorry."

"I know enough," Sookie argued back. "Your regret makes you a good person. Please, Godric. Don't deprive the world of someone who can make it better. Don't give up." Her voice broke many times but she didn't not look away from him. She begged him both with her words and her eyes.

Sookie could see the indecision on his face. Just as the sun cast the first rays over the horizon, Godric pulled her into his arms and ran for the stairs. He was so fast that by the time she had blinked once she was standing on her own two feet at the bottom of the stairs. Godric was standing before her with his eyes searching her face.

"You are a remarkable person, Sookie. I will stay as you asked." Sookie felt her nervous smile on her face. She was pleased that he was not going to kill himself but she had the uncomfortable feeling he was saying more with his words. He was looking at her with such interest. She felt like he was saying that he was staying for her. She shook the thought away.

"I am glad you are not going to die but I need to get back to Bill. Sleep well, Godric." She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek before turning and walking back to her room. She half expected him to go after her but he didn't.

Once she reached her room, she got undressed and climbed into bed. Bill was already in his daytime rest. She looked at him and couldn't help but think, something feels different between us.

Godric smiled to himself as he watched Sookie walk away from him. He hadn't seen anything so beautiful in two thousand years. He could tell she wasn't entirely human but she didn't seem aware of that. She was so young, so innocent. He was enthralled. He felt the fire of drive that he had not felt in many years. He needed to get to know her. He wanted to be close to her. She made him feel things he had believed were lost to him forever. He knew he would have to go slow, she was still nervous around his kind- and rightly so- but he would not be denied. After all, what else was there to live for?

Eric was too consumed by his grief to feel that his maker was still around. He was sat on the bed, bent double with his tears. Godric entered the room silently and felt a jolt of sorrow for his child. He loved Eric and he hated hurting him but he knew that as much as Eric would miss him, he did not need him. Eric hadn't needed anybody for the best part of 800 years.

"Sookie Stackhouse," Godric stated plainly as if he were answering a question. He sat down next to Eric and looked into his child's face with a half smile. Eric looked up disbelieving.

"You didn't meet the sun?" It was supposed to be a statement but it came out as a question. Godric could feel the cacophony of emotion rolling around Eric. He had never been any good at dealing with emotion and right now he was totally overwhelmed.

"No. I was convinced that there were things worth sticking around for." Eric titled his head as he tried to work out what his maker was saying.

"How," Eric paused. "Sookie," he stated in absolute confidence.

Godric smiled as he remembered the way she had looked with tears running down her face. She had been a mess but still utterly beautiful. He guessed it was her inner beauty that set her apart from others. It shone through her like a light that radiated wholesome truth and goodness. "She is the reason I will stay. I will return to Louisiana. She must be protected and I wish to get to know her."

Eric could already hear the love in his maker's voice as he spoke about Sookie. In that moment he hated her. He hated her because his maker would stay for her when he had refused to hear him. He hated that she held power over Godric but he could not blame her. She was special. He had known that the first time he had seen her and she was the reason Godric was still here, for that he would love her always.

"She is Bill Compton's." Eric scowled as he spoke that annoying fact.

"For now." Godric kept his usual calm arrogance.

"She loves him," Eric continued. He didn't know why that fact annoyed him so much but it did. He didn't want Godric to think she would be easy to attain.

Godric smiled at the frustration in his child's face. He wondered if he had admitted to himself that he loved the girl, yet. Eric could deny it all he wanted but Godric could not only feel his affections but he could see them; both in his expressions and in his actions. He had given his blood to the girl, something Eric NEVER did. That alone told Godric all he needed to know and, honestly, he knew that she would be very good for him.

"But does he love her back?"

"I don't know. He claims to love her but that is meaningless and I am sure there is something more going on but I have not been able to find anything concrete." Godric chuckled as Eric clenched his fists while he spoke. It was a gesture he was well familiar with and it meant only one thing. Eric was ready for a fight.

"Worry not. We will trap him into revealing his secrets although I don't think he will be able to stop us having contact with her. She seems too independent for that." Godric suppressed his smile as Eric's fangs slid down and he grinned devilishly.

"She is totally defiant and will do whatever she wants no matter what."

"Good. We can use that."