Disclaimer:
I don't own true blood or eric or godric (i wish, i want both of them. in my bed.) or any other character or scene you recognize. The plot is pretty much mine and ellie is purely fictitious. No copyright infringement intended. This is just a little story I've had in my head for awhile.
Warning: There is smut. Love it or hate it, it's there. I'm not very good at it, so it probably wouldn't offend you anyway.
The sun rose above the Dallas skyline for Godric's first and last sunrise in over two thousand years. Sookie Stackhouse watched his final moments before descending back into the light-proof, vampire safe hotel below. She hated to tell Eric that his maker was truly gone, but she knew that she should tell him that he went willingly and without regret. And she was right.
He was waiting for her at the foot of the stairs, his eyes rimmed in his bloody tears. She reached out to him in her loving way but he responded with only a curt nod. Of course he must now rest, the sun was getting higher in the sky and he grew more and more tired by the minute; the curse of being a vampire. The viking needed to be rested for what the business that had to be taken care of the very next night.
