This is my first fanfiction. It's about Godric and an OC of mine, named Mark, who carries my same name and nationality and therefore stands for me. He will be introduced shortly after the beginning.

I am gay and both Mark and Godric and are too, so if it bothers you please don't read. Reader discretion is advised :D

I was really left in despair after Godric died in the series, so I consider this as a tribute to him: it's meant to be read just after episode 2x09, the one in which Godric supposedly dies.
I haven't decided what to do about the ending yet, and I'd really love to have some feedback about it and about the story itself. I'm not sure whether to add another chapter or not, so if you liked this please leave a review and tell me about how you'd like things to end up!

Enjoy.

GODRIC

Shine on me, God, pierce me with Your light and I shall be no more gnawed by the pains of existence. I'm sure it was You who sent the blonde angel looking down on my last sufferings and helping me bear the last instants of my deadly life; may You shine upon me and burn my body with Your shiny rays. I can see the dawn approaching as the sky begins to clear, a lively light finally I see after the eternal darkness that caught me still 16. Make me flame, incinerate my body, destroy my soul, enchain me to You, as I shall be damned for eternity.

I hadn't always been like that, and I knew that: the wave of reflexions that brought me to that was something very recent, which had begun to tease me not more than a year earlier. I truthfully enjoyed the lasting of my era, my power, my friends, just I can't bear the sense of guilt connected to having drained so many people anymore. Innocent ones. Just to feed myself. And they were so many I couldn't keep track. Truth is, I'm much more tormented than it appears on the calm surface…but I'm not gonna betray my purpose: it is my moment, the one in which I can both free Earth from my parasitic presence and partially try to redeem my soul, hoping in divine forgiveness.

I'm putting my shirt off, preparing for the big moment…I can feel the heat of the first rays beaconing my skin and burning it; the pain is unbearable: each single photon hitting me is like a silver knife penetrating it right to depth and going clean out of my body on the other side. A scary noise of frying fries is heard from my skin; I'll soon become fried too, and I surrender to shrieking with pain as I fall on the sunny roof, my body slowly decomposing. I can feel flames in the middle of my body, going deep inside into my bones and purifying my filthy body by burning it piece by piece.

The human angel who's with me, Sookie, thinks I'm dead, and, crying with grief, goes to Eric's room to tell him the news; sadly, my pain's not over, and I keep squirming with agony, completely naked against the power of the sun. What's this sensation? I can feel the flow of pain gradually stop, the thousands of knives butchering me being gently pulled out. I look at my skin, that flames had made the colour of cinder: it's healing, gaining the pale, healthy tint that gives me hope for the future. Maybe, my time's not come yet…I guess it's time to tell the guys the good news, so I walk to Eric's room, hearing some strange sounds I'd better not indulge in describing. As I run through the door, not even bothering to open it, I see Sookie and Eric passionately having what seems like good sex.

"Am I interrupting something?", I say, noticing the bloody tears that had dried up on Eric's face. It's me the one who caused them, and I'll make up for them too.