Anything that you recognize, is more likely than not belonging to HBO. Anything you do NOT recognize, such as my OC, is, well... Mine. So, yeah.
Also, UPDATED.
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When I woke up my body hurt all over. I could hear some guy talking about psoriasis medication, and immediately wanted to take out my gun and shoot the fucker square in the jaw. I felt around my hip for it, least I could do was scare him some, but instead of finding my Beretta, my hand was met with a hotter than hell seat buckle.
Where the hell am I?
I opened my left eye to take in my surroundings with stealth. I saw Hoyt Fortenberry, drenched in sweat, looking tired as hell. I sat up straight and tried to stretch out my sore limbs as best as I could giving the amount of space in the truck cab, and turned to him.
"W-time's it?" I garbled out at him, rubbing my eyes trying to wake the hell up. He looked over at me and offered me a small smile. It was a wonder that he hadn't settled down before he found Jessica, being so sweet.
"Near five now, the suns just coming out. We'll be at the hotel in maybe a half hour." He glued his eyes back to the road and I took the opportunity to check my appearance in the rear view mirror.
Christ, I looked like hell. My eyeliner was all smudged, giving me that attractive racoon-chic look. I licked my thumbs and remedied that horror show the best I could. My hair was oily and tangled, but there wasn't anything I could do about that 'til I took over Sookie's shower. My jeans were covered in dirt, and my tank top matched.
I look like a fucking victim for chrissakes.
When I decided to give up on myself, I looked out the window. Dallas was beautiful. Even at the ass crack of dawn it was so full of life. We passed by perfectly manicured parks, and buildings taller than the sky itself. It was like a friggin cement wonderland. I kept a close eye on everything we drove by in amazement, when Hoyt turned the truck into a garage and hit a button on a small box to get a parking ticket. We were finally here.
I'm gonna find Godric!
That's when it really sunk in. I'd only had two dreams about the guy, and hell, who knew if he was even real.
That Maenad lady was super real, so why shouldn't he be?
I had an internal war with myself, trying to gather my wits; if he was real, I couldn't just go all super-hoe on him. I have morals, and my Momma would be rolling in her grave if she knew how consumed I'd become.
Hoyt parked the car somewhere in the middle of my self-berating and came around the truck to open my door. I climbed out and lightly punched his chest, my special way of saying 'thank you' without actually vocalizing it. Together we wandered the packed garage to a door that led into the Hotel lobby. He held the door open for me while I took that moment to take in a deep breath.
Now or never, nut up or shut up.
I crossed the threshold and was swallowed by cool air. I followed Hoyt up to the front desk hoping the girl behind it would stop staring at my current appearance. I knew I looked like shit, there wasn't any need to exasperate the situation.
He got a room number from her and I followed him again, this time to an elevator. We walked in side-by-side, both clearly nervous as hell. We stood in silence as the metal death-trap ascended to the correct floor. I hadn't noticed until then, but he was holding a small bouquet, fiddling with the cellophane that held the flowers together. I hope Jess knew how lucky she was to pick this sweetheart. He was so genuine.
The door opened, and slowly but surely, we trudged our way to what I figured was Sookie and Jessica's suite. It became apparent Hoyt wasn't gonna pick up speed anytime soon, and my filthy ass needed a shower pronto, so I put some pep in my step and sped up to a light sprint to the door that matched the number we were given. I knocked three times, making sure to bang real loudly just in case Sookie was sleeping.
The door opened almost immediately to reveal a panicked Sookie wearing a floral blue button down dress.
"Linds, what're you doing he- Hoyt? Um, come in," She opened the door all the way so we could step in and pointed to a door on the right. "Jessica's in there, hun." She closed the door, and moved to sit on a black leather couch. I leaned back against the main door and watched Hoyt as he knocked. I could hear Jess say something but couldn't make it out as Hoyt went in the room, closing the door behind him. I looked back at Sook, my eyebrow raised, waiting for her to start in on her bitching.
"What the hell happened to you? I get why Hoyt would be here, but why'd you come?" She asked as she stood and crossed the room to a mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water before tossing it to me.
"Some crazy shit's happening at your place. I don't really know what's going on, but I wasn't gonna stick around to find out when I'm off the clock." I greedily chugged down half the bottle and capped it. "Can I take a shower, and maybe borrow some clothes?"
"Well, sure I guess, but I'm heading out in a minute to meet a friend-" I cut her off.
"Great, I'll come with. I ain't in the mood to watch your boytoy sleep. Give me ten minutes, yeah?" She pointed at another black door, and I hustled inside to find an all glass shower stall. I left the door open a crack so I could hear if she tried to run off without me, stripped and climbed in, putting the water on as hot as it could get.
True to my word, I was in the shower for maybe seven minutes, and got out to find a towel and my white lace sundress resting on a black granite countertop next to the sink.
The same dress I had worn in the dream.
After a moment of contemplating just going naked instead, I quickly dried myself off and wrapped my hair up in the towel before I peeled the dress on over the panties from last night taking a mental note to procure new ones. Sookie usually had all my dress clothes at her house; I never really felt the need to dress nice, and when I did, I usually got ready at her house anyhow. It was a win-win situation, really.
I grabbed the towel off my head and tossed it over the glass door to the shower and walked back into the main room to see Sookie holding a pair of tan wedge sandals in one hand and a pair of red ballet flats in the other. In my dream, I had been wearing the wedges, and knew how well that had gone so I took the flats from her and slipped them on my feet. If we were going where I thought we were, stealth and comfort would be key if I was gonna need to have a potential one up on a religious cult.
We left the room quietly, and quickly jogged to the elevator. The second the door closed she started rambling at me quietly. I didn't get much out of it, but what I could gather from the bits and pieces was that were were indeed going to look for a vampire named Godric at the Fellowship of the Sun. A man named Hugo, a pet to one of Godric's underlings, would accompany us and play the part of Sookie's fiancé.
"Godric." It was all I could say. Of all the things that I could have meticulously formed with words, I could only utter his name. It was true, it was him, and I was going to help rescue him from a cult. Sookie grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together as she all but dragged me out of the elevator when the door opened to reveal the grand lobby.
"I didn't even think of that! Oh lord, do you think it could be him? Maybe it's just a coincidence, the guy we're looking for is Eric's maker." She said as she pulled us into the hotel bar and waltzed us up to a man in a suit.
They chatted for a moment, then his eyes landed on me.
"Who's she? I thought we had a plan, just me an-" Sookie cut him off.
"This is my friend Lindsey, she's going to be my sister who's planning the wedding. She knows what we're going in to; she's an officer at our police department, we might need her." Still holding my hand, she pulled me off towards the exit. I decided I wasn't fond of this Hugo character. Something was off about him, and it was unsettling. If I had to put up with him, I'd do it cautiously.
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Hugo pulled into the parking lot at the overbearing church, and we all stepped out. The entire ride over from the hotel he drilled the plan into my head. Sookie and I would be silent and let him do all the talking while she searched everyone and anyone's thoughts for Godric's whereabouts. I walked behind them, twiddling a strand of my messy, unbrushed blonde hair. I was nervous, not so much about the murderous cult folk, more about this potentially being the day I meet Godric. He was perfect; I didn't know squat about him as a person but hell, he could be a savage beast and I'd still be all hands-on deck.
Earlier when Sook had suggested it might just be a coincidence, I took it to heart. Being honest, I was kind of hoping it wasn't the same Godric, purely for my own sanity.
We walked up a set of concrete stairs as Hugo introduced us to a woman I'd seen on TV and recognized her as Sarah Newlin. Sookie being, well, Sookie, started rambling immediately. I knew the 'male dominance' plan would fail epically; the poor girl couldn't keep her mouth shut if she tried, bless her heart.
We all shook hands with Newlin and followed her into the church for a tour.
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For a church of a psychotic cult, it really wasn't half bad. It didn't give off the same creepy vibe that most others did. The Reverend himself spotted us, and whisked us away to his office. I followed the group in silence, looking around waiting for Sookie to pick up on anything.
When we went in, Steve took a seat behind his desk, while Sookie and Hugo sat on the other side; I opted to stand behind Sookie's chair, ready to grab her and run if we had to. They were discussing 'fang bangers' and wedding dates, but I wasn't too focused on the conversation; I was watching the man, the bald guy from my dream, who had just walked in and moved to stand by Steve.
He was bigger than I remembered from my dream, which kind of worried me. With my training I could probably handle him, but keeping him down might be a problem. I put my hand on Sookie's shoulder, and felt her tense up. She started to explain to the reverend that we should be on our way, when he interrupted.
"Nonsense! How could you pick a church for your wedding without seeing all of it? Gabe, why don't you help me escort the happy couple and their friend to the basement?" He stood, and moved to the main hall, with Hugo in tail. Gabe came up behind Sookie and I, placed his hands on our shoulders and led us to follow. Hugo kept glancing back at Sookie worriedly, while I tried to formulate a master plan to get us the hell out of this mess.
When Steve called me Sookie's friend I knew we were found out. This guy is damn meticulous, there wasn't a chance he'd fuck that one up. As far as he knew I was her wedding planner extraordinaire sister.
We all stopped short in front of a door, which Steve then opened and waited for Gabe to usher us in. Everything looked the same from my dream. I began to panic, because not for nothing, I really didn't want to be knocked down the damn stairs any time soon. Sookie tried claiming claustrophobia, which was obviously a massive lie. Steve knew it. They got into a bit of an arguing match, when I felt Gabe's hand squeeze unbearably tight on my shoulder.
Instinct kicked in. I lifted my left foot and slammed the heel as hard as I could into the top of his foot, simultaneously throwing my head back into his face. I quickly threw a jab at Newlin, successfully breaking his nose. Apparently Hugo didn't do so well with the small amount of blood; he'd fainted, landing in a heap at the bottom of the stairwell. Sookie ran down to try and help him, while I spun around intent on knocking Gabe out.
I gotta hand it to him, but he was standing tough. His lip was busted from the impact with my skull, and he was smiling. I threw a right hook into his jaw, and went to throw my left in, when he lifted his hands and pushed me. I felt my back make contact with a few stairs and it was lights out right after.
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When I finally woke up I could hear Sookie tweaking on someone. I opened my eyes and took a good look around. We were most decidedly locked in a fucking cage. It was jam packed with a bunch of church-y shit and random supplies, and lacked any sign of Godric.
I stayed quiet, just listening to what Sookie had to say. Apparently, my gut instinct about Hugo had been correct. He was a double crosser, and had warned the Fellowship about Sookie. When I had finally heard enough, I stood up from my spot on the floor and walked over to him.
"You, are what's wrong in this world. So your girl won't give you fucking fangs? Suck it the fuck up buttercup! Ain't no reason to get innocent people hurt." I punched him in the larynx and reveled in the sounds of him choking. Fuck him, if he would've stayed loyal to his vampire we wouldn't even be in this damn mess. I turned and walked over to Sookie to check her for any damage.
"Lindsey, Godric's definitely here, Newlin was thinking about him when we were in the office. Maybe if we scream loud enough he'll be able to get to us and we can get the hell out of here." I backed up a pace after deciding a little bruising wasn't anything to worry over, and wandered over to the cage door. The bars were cold, and no matter how much force I shook them with they weren't budging. I turned my attention to all the boxes littering the room and chose to look for something to make a lockpick with. Sookie was screaming out to Godric, but I knew that if we were in a damn cage with silver bars, he probably was as well. I also knew from experience that silver and Vampires didn't make great company, so, I stayed silent.
I must have dumped ten boxes before giving up. There wasn't anything useful in this room, probably on purpose. Sookie had tried to call out to Bill through their bond, and looked so damn scared. I heard footsteps descending the stairwell from earlier and readied myself to attack should anyone be dense enough to open the gate.
Gabe finally appeared on the other side and with a sick grin, took out a ring of keys and unlocked the door. With a push from him the door swung inside, and I leapt into action like a feral cat. He was ready for me though, I'm guessing he must be ex-military, because with one movement I was in the air flying back into Hugo. While I had a safe landing, his head hit the floor hard and he was knocked out for the second time that night.
I hopped up with speed I didn't know I had and ran again, this time trying to get around Gabe instead of attack. He stuck his arm out and wrapped me in it, with my back glued to his chest. Sookie was screaming at him to let me go, while I wiggled, kicked, and punched at everything I could. From my current position I could tell that Gabe was enjoying this entirely too much, his erection pressed into my lower back and I froze.
There was no way in fuck that I'd have my well-kept virginity stolen from me by a guy that looks like Mr. Clean. I screamed as loud and with as much gusto as I could. Someone had to hear me, anyone. I started jolting my body to and fro as hard as I could til I finally broke free from Gabe's hold. I crawled into the far corner and looked up at him.
"Now, you two are gonna show me where you stick that big fat vampire cock," he knelt down to me and moved to push up the skirt of my dress and I started screaming. Sookie launched herself onto Gabe's back and was dropping punches onto his head and neck while I clawed my nails down his face. He pushed her off of him and flipped me onto my stomach. I tried kicking him but it was futile, he got my the fabric of my dress up past my hips, revealing my solid black boy shorts. I was crying by this point, absolutely terrified out of my wits. How does anyone, no matter how tough or trained prepare themselves for rape?
I felt his weight lift from my legs and quickly curled my legs under me, trying to guard my body in the fetal position.
"Godric?" I heard Sookie say from next to Hugo.
Aborting my original plan, I sat up on my knees and turned, mouth wide open, with tears staining my face.
Before me was a sight to behold. Godric, my Godric, stood tall, holding Gabe by the neck of his sweater. Godric looked at me, right into my fucking soul through my eyes.
"Godric," Gabe choked out, "It's me!" Godric broke our staring contest to look at him, and snapped his neck swiftly. He let Gabe's body drop to the ground, then looked at Sookie.
"You should not have come." His voice was so much more rich than what I had dreamt, almost as if my dreams were watered down. There was loud screaming from upstairs; Sookie and I both stood. I straightened my dress back to its proper place, while Sookie moved over to me.
"Bill!"
Godric closed his eyes.
"No. I'm here my child; down here." I heard a whooshing noise, accompanied by the appearance of Eric. He stared at his maker as if he were god himself; hell, I was too.
"Godric." He said, as he knelt before him.
"You were a fool for sending humans after me." I could practically feel the angst rolling off both of the Vampires.
"I had no other choice. These... These savages, they seek to destroy you."
"I am aware of what they have planned," Godric paused to glance over at Hugo, "This one betrayed you."
"He's with the Fellowship. They set a trap for us." Sookie spoke up.
"How long has it been since you've fed?" Eric asked his maker, voice filled with concern.
"I require very little blood anymore," Godric paused at the sound of an alarm going off, flashing white lights began to appear in the basement around us. "Save the human. Go on."
"I am not leaving your side until you're-" Eric began to say, but was interrupted by the older vampire. If there was one thing I knew from the little time I've spent near Northman, it was that he did not get interrupted. Apparently, his wrath excludes his maker.
Well, that's good to know.
"I can take care of myself!" Godric all but hissed at him.
"Come on we have to go!" Sookie shouted at Eric, hopping into action, ready to screw the hell out of this place.
"Spill no blood on your way out. Go." Godric spoke. For someone old enough to have turned Eric, he was so damn calm. He was the epitome of an Enigma.
Eric moved to put his arm around me, but Godric stopped him.
"No. I will escort her to safety, now go." He said, voice filled with finality. I watched as Eric and Sookie ascended the stairs into the church. I shuffled on my feet, arms folded across my chest as I turned to face Godric.
He eyed me warily, probably wondering about my mental state after the close encounter with Gabe.
"Why have you come here?" He asked, slowly closing the distance between us.
Have you ever thought about what you would do, I mean really do, if presented with a situation like mine? I've been lusting over the idea of this man for what feels like forever, and here he is.
Naturally, I started laughing. Not your average dainty, class act laugh; I had tears leaking, could hardly catch my breath. I was certifiable. When I finally calmed enough to get a word out I did just that :
"Balls."
