I do not own the rights to neither True Blood nor Angels in America
Godric stood outside the roman villa on the outskirts of Houston. Ever since the great revelation, the Authority had been quite serious about mainstreaming, in spite of alternative vampire movements. Now Godric eyed the details of the massive door of the villa; ready to face his friend whom the Authority believed to be a part of the Sanguinista movement.
Belize, the 3000 year old Sheriff of the Houston area, was perhaps the most human-friendly vampire that Godric ever met. For a reason Godric could not understand, Belize found humans to be captivating. Once during the Renaissance, when they briefly spent some time together in Venice, Belize tried to explain this fascination to him.
"The sense of urgency their lives have" he said, "Knowing that all is constantly fleeting, makes them so hungry for everything and anything. They never stop, do they? They migrate and move, advance and go forward; even though they know that their lives are so perishable". A small and curious smile adorned Belize's face. "Existing in spite of knowing that you will soon cease to exist. Something which we vampires can't really understand darling."
How can that vampire be accused of joining a movement that saw humans as nothing but livestock. Yes, they haven't seen each other for centuries now, but could a vampire change that much Godric wondered. But then again, didn't he change so much in the last couple of centuries?
Now, the Guardian, Roman Zimojic and his chancellor Kibwe were on their way to interrogate Belize about these suspicions. No one ever mentioned Belize of course, that he was a suspect of treason. Godric was confused as to why the Authority did not summit Belize to their head quarters and insisted that they visit him at his home. Perhaps they were scared of another publicity fiasco. And why did Roman want him present at this meeting? Was he to be a judge to Belize's explanations? Was he supposed to be a witness to a supposedly fair trial? He didn't have answers but had a bad feeling about all of this. God, how much he detested politics.
An incredibly handsome black man in nothing but a speedo opened to door. After greeting him, he guided Godric to a lavishly decorated living room, in which Belize was laying down on a lounge chair, with another handsome man sitting at his feet, reading a book. Turned when he was of 40 human years of age, Belize was of North African descent, with is bald head, piercing brown eyes and his ever-so gentle feminine movement he looked up and saw Godric approaching.
"Well hello, hello. If it isn't the devilishly handsome ruler of Dallas".
"Hello Belize" Godric greeted back with a smile, "Charming as usual".
Belize smiled for a second, only to frown in the next: "Why are they coming here Godric? I doubt that it will be nothing but trouble".
Before Godric could even open his mouth Roman and Kibwe appeared at the door. "Good evening Belize" Roman exclaimed with a big fake smile. "I see you are still living the good life".
"Still being the operative word" Belize shot back, two vampires now eyeing each other with anger and curiosity. Not long after they were all seated, the handsome human now gone, they were casually chatting about the Great Revelation, vampire rights, and democracy.
"What we are trying to do is all in the name of civil rights. Not morals, not ethics, but rights. And marriage is one of them" Roman said. No matter what word came out of his mouth, that cruel and unnatural smile never left his face.
"This right is what we want give to humans and vampires, that is the point of mainstreaming" Kibwe explained. Something about him bothered Godric, but he kept on listening. "The right to marriage is what we try to give; whether these unions will work or not, is of course an entirely different question".
Belize raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "My my, is that mainstreamist that doesn't believe that a vampire and human can love one another?".
Kibwe smiled, "I've never witnessed a human-vampire relationship that did not end in destruction. Humans are so... so ambivalent".
Belize answered with a serious face: "Real love is never ambivalent".
A curious smell filled the room. A combination of cinnamon, and cotton candy and jasmine. A soft but equally determined sound of a woman was heard: "I swear that is a line from my favourite best-selling paper back novel: In Love With a Night Mysterious".
Godric felt his mouth watering. This woman, standing in front of them was definitely not human. She smelled exquisite, unlike anything he ever smelled of. He could barely hold his fangs in when her heard Roman's pop out.
Belize turned with anger and possessiveness which Godric never thought he ever had and exclaimed very sternly: "She is claimed for".
The woman didn't seem threatened or scared, perhaps she felt Belize's presence was her sense of guarantee. "Go on" Belize turned to her with a smile. He had the most peculiar look in his eyes, like a school boy listening to his favourite teacher, explaining away the mysteries of life.
"It's a about this white woman whose daddy owns a plantation in the deep south in the years before the civil war" she continued. "Aand her name is Margaret and she is in loove with his daddy's number one slave and his name is Thaddeus". She smiled and continued as if she was gossiping about a close friend, never taking her eyes off of Belize. "She's married but her white slave-owner husband has AIDS and insufficiently developed sex organs" she said as she held out her little finger, which made Belize chuckle. "And.. so.. there's a lot of hot stuff going down when Margaret and Thaddeus can catch a spare moment; and then of course the Yankees come and set the slaves free and the slaves string up old daddy. You know... historical fiction". She gave a knowing look and slowed down her speech.
"Somewhere in there I recall, Margaret and Thaddeus find the time to discuss the nature of love. His black face dark in the night. And her face reflecting the flames of the burning plantation". She stopped to mimic the character's face, raised her hands to her chest turning her palms outside and gasped as if she was going to faint out of being overwhelmed with emotion. Then turned to Belize: "You know the way straight women do". Picked up the pose again and continued in a southern accent: "Thaddeus.. oh Thaddeus, real love isn't ever ambivalent".
She stopped and looked across the faces of confused looking vampires. She smiled inside; it was funny how she had this effect on vampires. Belize's friendly voice brought her back to the conversation they were having.
"I don't think I ever read that".
"Well... You oughtta; instead of spending the rest of your life trying to go through democracy in America" she said as she walked to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of Jameson. "Well I bid you goodbye fair gentlemen" she said turning to the vampires watching her every move, then she turned to Belize. "One drink and I'm out of here.. I have minds to corrupt". No one understood what that meant except Belize and the woman, but what that meant defined their entire relationship from the beginning.
The vampires watched silently as she left the room. Roman was the first to break the silence. "What.. quite an interesting smell she has. What is she?" Belize gave a hard and mean look to Roman and finally answered: "Mine".
The tension in the room now could be cut with a knife. Roman dropped his fake smile for the first time in the night. "Have you ever heard of the Sanguinista movement?" Godric thought for a second that Belize was going to jump Roman and rip his throat open. Instead Belize answered "You ain't stupid.. so don't ask stupid".
"Very well" Roman continued, now more annoyed and aggressive then ever. "We found out that you have been involved with the movement, helped providing for the riots taking place in Eastern Europe."
"You've got a lot of nerve to suggest that." Belize stood up and answered. "I have been nothing but a true supporter of mainstreaming. You may be dumber than shit but everyone in our community knows that. Whatever proof you think you have is I'm sure either a misunderstanding..." he said and turned and looked at Kibwe "...or some one's pathetic attempt to frame me".
Godric was always doubtful of where Kibwe stood in terms of mainstreaming and now he felt that his friend shared the same suspicion. Was it possible for Kibwe to frame Belize? But for what reason? Was Kibwe himself involved with the movement and wanted curious gazes to be averted elsewhere? And was Roman so full of himself that he couldn't even imagine that the Sanguinista infiltrated his own Authority?
Roman stood up and faced Belize. "A treason of such extremity is unforgivable I am afraid Belize. We came to tell you that the organisation found you guilty of betraying our agenda, and for such your punishment is true death". Not a second after he finished his words, Belize's fangs were out as he pinned Roman to the wall. "You pompous fool!" He screamed "Don't you see what's going on?". A swooshing sound was barely heard. Godric saw the stake, leaving the gun that the V-fed guard was holding by the door. Blood, and meat, and organs blew up in the air. With that, there was no more Belize.
Roman swiped the blood on his face, smiled to Kibwe and looked at Godric. " We thought that things may go this way. Belize may have been a traitor, but he was a very powerful vampire, that's why we brought the V-fed team with us." Both Kibwe and Roman looked at Godric now, waiting for him pick a side in this. Godric knew that if he were to defend Belize and accuse Kibwe, he would share the same ending as Belize. "This wasn't the trial nor the interrogation that I was told to take place" he spoke. "This was an execution...But what is done is done".
Roman motioned the guard to leave. "And what is done was needed" Roman said with his fake big smile back on "I am glad we see eye to eye".
Footsteps were heard, and that entrancing smell was filling the room again. The woman entered to room only the stop and realize the bloody mess was her friend.
Then she saw the hungry eyes that was turned to her. No one could protect her now, Belize was gone and she was unclaimed. She saw that Roman's fangs were already out and he was about to attack. Just as he took off from the ground, he was pinned back by Kibwe. They seemed to be drunk on the intoxicating smell that filled the room, both wanting to claim the woman before the other. She stood there and watched in terror. Someone pulled her by her arm and she heard fangs click. The woman and the fighting vampires stopped and looked at Godric who was now holding her wrist close to his mouth. All she could say was "Oh fuck no". The hungry mouth pierced her skin as she cried in pain. Godric tasted the heavenly blood for a second and then raised his face away from the wrist. He looked at the vampires that were now filled with jelousy and staring back at him. And he exclaimed: "Mine!"
A Brief Explanation: While this is a True Blood fanfiction, this fiction does and will include monologues and diologues from Angels in America; because let's face it: It is brilliant. Also, what I write (and what I am) is very queer so if you are close-minded about non-heterosexuality, then do not read. Other than that please review and let me know what you think. While this story will eventually be a one of romance, I also want to explore the social issues that True Blood touches upon. Cheers.
