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Pairing: Godric/OFC
Summary: She wonders idly if he knows that she's here to save him from himself. AU, kind of.
Author's note: So this is AU. Wherein Godric doesn't die and he is still Sherriff of his district. This will mainly be set in Dallas with sometimes flashing to Shreveport and Bon Temps. I'm doing this as I go along so I really hope you all like it and reviews are greatly appreciated! Thank-you very much!!!
The trick is to keep breathing
Chapter 3: It is your History that Kills You
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge- myth is more potent than history- dreams are more powerful than facts- hope always triumphs over experience- laughter is the cure for grief- love is stronger than death."
Robert Fulghum
When Lilith creeps back into the house Isabel is the first person she sees. And Lilith can say that she is a little bit grateful because she likes Isabel and she knows that they will be friends. Lilith knows that she will make friends.
And that kind of scares her because Lilith has never actually had friends. She's used to acquaintances. Although, as Lilith looks back on her relationships, she supposes that they would technically be considered friends.
"I just wanted…what I mean is that…" Isabel, for a vampire, is a bundle of nerves.
Lilith shakes her head and places her hand on Isabel's arm. "No thanks required. I'm glad I could be of some help."
"You were."
They are silent after that. Leaning against the wall and watching as Vampires and occasionally humans pass by them. Each in their own world.
"Do you think that it is silly that I can't seem to stop loving him?" Isabel asks her.
Lilith shakes her head. "Of course not. Your heart will let go when it sees fit."
Isabel smiles bitterly. "Have you forgotten so quickly? We have no heart."
Lilith has no response to that. Because it's true. But she looks around the room and her gaze lands on Vampires with their human companions, arms wrapped protectively around their waist. Her gaze lands on Godric who is listening intently to two Vampires and her gaze lands on Isabel who looks lost and forlorn but braves it with a strong façade.
"You don't have to have a working heart to actually have one."
And Isabel nods. Seemingly understanding that she's as close to human as she's going to get.
It is three a.m. when they start piling out of the house. They still have time for last minute fun before they set off towards their darkened day.
Lilith watches as they leave. Each thanking and most bowing their heads to Godric and it is at that moment that it strikes her. He's powerful. People love him. Respect him. Fear him. And Lilith can't help but draws parallels. She shakes her head and continues to stare all the while her mind is working.
She knows that she's going to tell him. Tell him who she is. How she became who she is. The places she's been. The people she's seen. The death. The horror.
She sits down on the couch and watches as Isabel speeds around fixing and cleaning. Lilith smiles at the brunette when she stops and surveys the now clean house.
"You know," Isabel started, "ever since I could remember…I've hated house parties."
And Lilith laughs and she thinks that this is the first time that she has laughed since she's started this crazy journey of finding Godric and it feels…good. Liberating. Like she's free.
Godric sits down on the chair opposite of her. Her flip-flops are discarded of the floor and her bare feet are pulled under her. Isabel excused herself to another part of the house, despite Lilith's protest. But she has a feeling that Isabel's heightened senses will kick in the moment Lilith opens her mouth to speak.
"I suppose I should tell you my story." Lilith says. "Of who I am. What I am. How I became to be who I am."
"Only at your will. I would never force you to tell me your past." Godric tells her.
And she smiles at him because she knows that he speaks the truth. "I know. But this is for me as much as it is for you. I don't know what you'll think of me after I finish and if you never want me near here again, I'll understand. The last thing I want to do is cause you more pain."
She grimaces as the last part flew out of her mouth. He doesn't say anything.
Lilith takes a deep breath. "I was born on All Hallows Eve in 1590 in Ireland. My mother was German and my father was Irish. My father was passing through Germany when he met my mother. A month after they met, my mother became pregnant and my father took her back to Ireland. My father's family hated my mother. It was mainly due to the fact that my mother had no family to speak of. That she was different from them. My mother kept to herself. She wouldn't speak to anyone other than my father and later on, me.
"Because my father's family already hated my mother, he thought they couldn't hate her anymore. Until I was born. It was a curse that I was born on All Hallows Eve. An even bigger one that I was a girl with odd grey eyes. They wanted a male. I don't know what happened after that but it seemed calm after I was born. I always knew there was some sort of hatred towards my mother. My mother taught me German. She taught me her ways. The ways of her family. My mother, as I came to find out, was a healer-although I didn't know to what extent- when she was in Germany.
"When I was ten, my father was out and my uncle came to us drunk. He almost killed me that night. He threw me against the wall and I hit my head so hard that I bled. My mother attacked him and all of a sudden I could feel a shift in the air. Something powerful. At the time I didn't know anything and my mother hid it very well." Lilith paused and tapped her chin. "Although if I look back now, it all makes sense. The crops. The luck. How we never ran out of anything."
She shook her head. "I'm certain she cursed my uncle. He drowned the next day, while catching fish. My father knew who-what my mother was. She never lied to him. The day after my uncle died, they accused my mother of witchcraft. That night, my father smuggled us out of Ireland and took us into England. This would prove to be his greatest regret and mistake.
"We lived in the forest in England. My father, mother and myself. We went to the market sometimes although with my mother's powers we didn't have to."
"What was your mother's power?" Godric asked.
"She could manipulate the four elements. She grew our food, she made our fire when it got cold, we had an endless supply of drinking water and well, air was a given to us. My father often joked that she was more perfect than the perfect woman. My father…he loved my mother intensely and my mother was always so proud to be married to him. My mother continued to heal. She became a midwife. She had the most successful rate.
"In 1608 that all changed. I was eighteen and my mother went out because she had to deliver a baby. She came home with bloodied hands and clothes. The child died. It had died in the mother beforehand. It's called stillbirth now. Because of the loss of blood, the mother died as well. That woman was the wife of an Earl who despised my mother and father. That night my mother did not sleep. I think she knew what was going to happen and I'm certain my father knew also because he didn't sleep that night either. At the break of dawn, I heard shouting and chants, 'kill the witch!' 'burn the worshipper of Satan!'
"They took us all. My father would not leave my mother and they looked at me with my oddly colored hair and strange eyes and they threw us all in jail for practicing black magic." Lilith bit her lip. "Do you remember the witch trials?"
Godric nodded. "I do." Was all he had to offer.
"I remember the screams. Of my mother, father and mine. Such horrendous sounds that still haunt me. I knew nothing and therefore had no information for them. My mother hardly told my father anything and she didn't say a word. We just screamed and I think I may have begged for mercy once. Accusations from the villagers came flying at us. Damning us all.
"We were in there for I think a week when they took my father away from us. They killed my father first for no agreeing with them. For shying away from 'manly duties'. They hung him. I screamed at my mother to do something. To save him, but my mother was already half dead. They tied her up and burned her. I can still smell her. Isn't that awful? That I can still smell my mother's burning flesh? Still hear her cries and screams of agony? She called for my father. For mercy. For some man to save me.
"They left me for last." She held up a finger and scoffed bitterly, "not before they had their fill though. They left me out there for the night. Tied to a wooden pole.
"The fog started to creep in and I saw my mother when I shut my eyes. She looked exactly the same as I remembered her. Perfect. She told me that I was going to be saved because I was special. Because I had power. Because she and my father loved me so much. She told me that she hid my power from me. Restrained it because she wanted me to live normally and not in fear. She told me that she was running from Sweden and France because they wanted her dead when she met my father. She told me that I was going to be all right and that I was strong because of her Germanic blood and my father's Irish blood. She kissed my cheek and her hand went across my forehead. I screamed.
"The pain was unbearable. I screamed until my throat was raw. Then the images started. Of people I didn't know. Their deaths. Their burnings. Their hangings. I saw places that I never heard of and in the middle of it I saw a man who winked at me. When I came to, it was still night and the fog was even heavier and I remember a figure coming from out of the fog.
Through half closed eyelids and the pain, Lilith stared at the figure as it drifted closer to her. "Who are you?" She called out. Her voice weak from her screams. "Please."
"Please?" The voice was male and amused. "Please what?" And from the shadows of the fog a face appeared. He looked young. His face void of wrinkles. He looked to be in his early adult stages. His face was handsome. Pale. With dark-almost black eyes. They twinkled with mischief. He was tall. So tall. Tribal tattoos littered his body.
"Just kill me. I want death."
He frowned. "Well, that is too bad because I made a deal with your mother and I intend on keeping it."
"Do not taunt me." Lilith bemoaned. "My mother is dead."
"I know. She called to me and I came." He peered into her eyes. "Strange. I have never seen your eye color before. You are a special one, correct?"
"I want death." Lilith started to cry. "Just let me join my mother and father."
His face turned into a frown. "I am afraid that it does not work like that. Your mother was an…acquaintance of mine. And she asked me to help you. To save you. And I am going to do just that."
"Why? How?"
He rolled his dark eyes. "Have you not been paying attention to me? Because your mother asked me to and because your eyes show me new powers that you have yet to harness."
"How will you save me?"
He smirked. His smirk reaching his eyes. "By giving you eternal life. Does that not sound divine?" He looked at her, tied up, bloodied and bruised. "Well, I suppose if you asked the ones who did this to you, they would say demonic. Do not worry, they will get what is coming to them." He paused and tilted his head. "Although, I am sure that you are already aware of that."
He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Do you wish to say goodbye? Do you wish to say anything?"
"Just kill me. Please. I do not want to live. I want to see my mother and father."
He sighed. "So repetitive and ungrateful. We will have to work on that." He snapped his fingers. "I did not introduce myself did I? How dreadful of me. My name is Myrddin Wyllt. I am a direct descendant of Merlin himself." At her blank look he shook his head. "Oh Lilith, and so uneducated too. We will fix that all. After all, we will have eternity."
With a flick of his hand, her binds unloosened themselves and she fell weakly into his arms.
The strangest sensation happened then. She felt as if her whole entire body was being ripped apart into small particles. And when it stopped she was staring at the ocean. She was on a hill with voices behind her. She felt a sturdy body hold her up, she knew whom it was. She heard him chant and the sky started to roar. Thunder clasped loudly and lighting lit the sky.
All Lilith could feel was pain before she met the blissful darkness.
"According to Myrddin, I slept for a week. My body supposedly was recuperating from my powers. It was so blurry to me. I hardly listened to what he said and just wished to crawl into a hole and die. He wouldn't let me. He taught me my power. He taught me spells. He taught me everything I needed to know. I stayed by his side for over a century. After we were certain that there were no more witch hunting's.
"Everything I have seen. All of the death and blood has and always will haunt me. The things I could have prevented. I almost did save a woman, who reminded me of my own mother. Myrddin stopped me and told me I had to let her die. That it was the way of life. I told him that I was supposed to die but that he saved me.
"He said 'Silly, Lilith, do you not know yet? You were never meant to die. You were meant to live.' I begged for release. For so long I was next to him. Going everywhere with him and I love him. Do not get me wrong. I love Myrddin, he is, I suppose my best friend." She smiled. "That was the reason he let me go. Actually."
"Myrddin," Lilith begged. "Please. Please release me."
He rolled his eyes. "Begging again? Did I not teach you better, my little pupil?" He liked teasing her. He always did tease her.
"Myrddin, I am tried of this blasted island. Please, let me go, so I can learn to be on my own."
"Does being around me aggravate you that much? After everything I have done for you, you still wish for some place other than here? With me?"
Lilith sighed. "Myrddin, it is because of that, that I wish to go. I have become so dependant on you. You are my best friend Myrddin."
His face twisted in horror. "I am no one's best friend but my own." He scoffed. "Go." He waved his hand. "I release you. I allow you to go. To be free. To be liberated. What-ever you wish to be. To think that I care for you more than I care for myself? Laughable. Really. You should know better."
If she were anyone else, Lilith would have been offended. She was not. "Thank-you." She breathed.
Before she left, he called her name. She turned around and looked at him. "You will be careful though, no? No trying to save those who cannot be saved. No being the hero. You are just the silent observer. Always observing." He narrowed his eyes at her. "I will be watching you. I will make sure that you follow my rules." He paused, hesitating just a little bit. "I will miss you and I do care about you. Always remember that."
"You are such a hypocrite." Lilith shot back, smiling brightly.
His raised his arms to the air. "No. I am a wizard."
The air cackled between them and thunder roared.
And between the time the thunder roared a second time and lighting electrified the sky, Lilith was gone.
Lilith sighed and shook her head. "That is the story of my life. The story of who I am."
Godric leaned forward in his chair and stared at her. They stayed like that. Staring at each other. "I believe I have met this Myrddin, quiet a number of times before."
Lilith smiled. "Probably. He loves meeting Supernatural creatures. You should have been there when we met the wolves." She groaned. "Oh. God. And let me not even begin with the Genie's."
Godric reached up and pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. His cold hand rested on her cheek. "You are quite remarkable. And very beautiful." He remarked.
She turned her head and her warm lips met his cold palm. His hand drifted down and rested on her knee. Her hand grasped his. "You and I," she started, "we are the same, no?"
"Yes. I believe we are."
He led her to her room and watched while she crept underneath the covers. She yawned and sheepishly smiled at him.
Godric sat on the chair next to her bed and watched her as she went to sleep.
"Goodnight." She murmured.
"Goodnight." He told her quietly. He watched as her breath evened out and as her chest rose up and down evenly. He looked out the window and saw the sun start to creep through the horizon. He stood up and stood over her.
The sudden urge to kiss her was overwhelming. He closed his eyes and then opened them. He wandered towards the window. He watched as the sun slowly started creeping towards him. He pulled the thick curtains down and watched as the room was enveloped in complete darkness.
And it was in the darkness, where he could not see his reflection that his lips pressed against her forehead.
And as he shut her door and walked away from her, he knew…he just knew that he was going to protect her. To be with her. To love her.
And for the first time in a long time, Godric went to sleep with a soft smile on his face.
The sun had completely risen and people were getting up. Getting ready. Starting the day.
A tall man in dress pants and a white shirt walked down street after street. His lips in a grim line. "She knows I bloody well hate the city and where does she land herself? In a city. With a fucking Vampire nonetheless."
When Myrddin Wyllt found out what his little pupil was doing, he almost didn't believe the witch who told him what she was doing, what she would do and what the outcome would be. Then she showed him. And she couldn't fabricate memories like that. She was almost as old as he was and he kind of sort of had to respect the witch so he nodded and sent her on her way.
That didn't stop him from glaring at her though. Because really? Now, he would have to go to Dallas, Texas of all places and try to persuade her to drop this little act and come back with him. And if Myrddin hated anything, it was cities.
He leaned up against a tree and frowned. He knew Godric. Met the Vampire many times before. Even slightly liked him. Before he saw what was going to happen.
And then it clicked. He remembered a tall blonde Vampire glued to Godric. Eric. Who owed him a couple favors from the past few decades. Oh. Eric. It had been at least a decade since he last talked to Eric. And with Eric came Pam. Myrddin grinned widely. Myrddin liked Pam. A lot.
He grabbed his phone out of his pocked and closed his eyes. He didn't even need an address book. The numbers started dialing and he pressed the phone to his ear and heard it ring several times.
"What?" Eric growled.
Myrddin grinned. "Now, is that any way to greet an old friend?"
There was silence on the other line. "You are not a friend."
"Tsk. Tsk. Eric. Didn't daddy teach you any better?"
"Get to the point Myrddin. You're interrupting my beauty sleep."
"How is Pam? I miss her. Tell her that I say hello and that I will see her very soon. There are many things we have yet to try and…"
"The. Point. Witch." Eric snarled.
"We prefer Magic-folk now, Mr. Northam. Really, you should be more educated about being politically correct." Myrddin sighed. "The reason I'm calling is because I'm collecting on those favors that you owe me."
There was a sigh over the phone. "How much do you want?"
Myrddin let out a mock gasp. "I'll have you know, I'm richer than you. I don't need your money. What I need is for you to come to Dallas and tell daddy dearest to back the fuck away from Lilith."
"Lilith?" Eric groaned. "The witch."
"Are we on the same side now? Because I want her away from him and you want him away from her. Easy as pie. Get over here now."
Silence reigned. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Or are you completely blind to the sun?"
Myrddin rolled his eyes. "Not literally Eric. As soon as the sun goes down. Really, I think the years have made you stupider. Oh, and bring Pam. I miss her."
The dial tone sounded loudly in his ear.
Myrddin pressed end and shrugged. His stomach growled. "Damn. I'm hungry."
When Lilith awoke, her room was enveloped in darkness. She stretched in the bed and made her way out of it. Even from inside she could feel the humidity. She rolled her head to each side before she walked to the bathroom. From the living room she could see that the sun was still shining. Glancing at the clock she saw that it was four o'clock. Her eyes widened.
She shut the door to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and washed her face.
She went back into her room and stared at the dark room. She pulled open the curtains and she winced away from the sudden onslaught. The sun shone brilliantly in her room. She looked in the closet and frowned. There were clothes. Jeans. Shirts. Dresses. Shoes. And a note.
Clothes I no longer needed. I thought you would like them.
Isabel.
Lilith fingered the clothes. Yeah. She liked them. A lot. Grinning, she grabbed a towel and made her way back into the bathroom.
Isabel is the first Vampire that she sees. She looks her over and smiles. "So, you like them?"
"Love them." Lilith replied, grinning. "Thank-you."
"Of course. Besides, those who know me say I have a bit of a spending problem." She shrugged. "It's not my fault you see. It's a weakness of mine."
"What is a weakness?" Godric called out from behind Lilith. He came to stand next her.
"Shopping."
Godric nodded. "Ah, yes. Yes, you do seem to have a bit of a problem."
Vampires soon entered the house and Isabel sighed. She plastered on a smile and shoved Lilith with her shoulder. Then she laughed as she went to talk to the others.
Lilith snorted into her cup of water. She glanced sideways at Godric. "Hi." She said.
"Hello." He replied. They continued staring at each other. "I just want to thank-you. For letting me in. Telling me about your past. It must have been hard for you."
She leaned against the counter. "It actually wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be. I guess I've been living with the memories for so long that it was nice to just…have someone to talk about them with. Thank-you for listening." She bit her lip. "You know, I don't expect anything back."
He cocked his head to the side. "I am not sure I follow."
"What I mean is that I don't expect you to tell me about your past. I don't want you to feel like you have to tell or that I'll be looking for you to tell me."
Godric nodded appreciatively. "Thank-you."
She smiled. He smiled. And when his eyes turned towards the door a vision overtook her.
She bit back a gasp. Her eyes slid shut and she surrendered to her mind.
Two tall figures. Men. One blonde. One black haired. Godric standing in the middle of the room, curiously looking at them. Lilith standing to the side when her eyes locked with the tall brunette.
She snapped out of her vision to find Godric staring at her. "You're going to have visitors." She told him.
"Yes. I do feel him." Godric said. He made his way into the room. Exactly where he was standing in her vision and Lilith planted herself to the side.
'Oh, Myrddin.' Lilith thought. 'What have you done?'
In a matter of minutes, the door burst open. Two tall figures stepped into the house. Eric instantly sought out his maker. Talking in a different language, uncaring for the others.
And Myrddin looked around the house until his eyes met Lilith's.
"Oh, Lilith." He said. His voice deep and rumbling through the house. "What have you done?"
"Funny." Lilith replied stepping into the room. "I was just thinking that about you."
Myrddin smiled. "Ah. My half-blood spitfire. Well, I'm here to take you back with me."
Lilith shook her head. "No. You promised."
Myrddin shook his head. "You broke your promise. You promised not to meddle. Not to change things. And that is exactly what you did."
"I didn't. I was going to leave him alone. But then his future changed and Myrddin, I had to. I had to."
Myrddin's gaze drifted to where Eric and Godric were standing. "Ah, Godric." Myrddin said. "How nice to see you again. Although I wish it was under better circumstances. Obviously, this one has a problem listening to the man who taught her everything she knows, so maybe just maybe she'll listen to you. Tell her to leave."
Godric stared at the Wizard and shook his head. "I am afraid not. It is her decision."
The smile slid off Myrddn's face. "Well then, let me make your decision a little bit easier. Let me entertain you on how this will all end. An ending that even you, my little future seeing witch have yet to see. If she stays here, you." He pointed to Godric. "Will kill her." He pointed to Lilith. "And I" he pointed to himself, "will kill you," he pointed to Godric. "He" he pointed to Eric, "will then try to kill me but not before I shove a silver knife through his heart."
The house became filled with eerie silence. "This will end in a bitter and bloody end. Worse than Shakespeare's lovely tragedies."
"No." Lilith rasped. "No. I haven't seen any of this. You're lying."
"Why would I lie? Hearing you've shacked up with a blood-sucking Vampire didn't bother me. It wasn't until that damn Hag showed me what was to come that I came here. To a fucking city no less."
Lilith stared at Myrddin. Testing him. She shook her head. "I need proof." She persisted. "You could be wrong."
Myrddin scoffed. "Give me credit, Lilith." He placed his hand on her forehead and closed his eyes. He heard Lilith gasp as he unloaded all of the images that he was shown. When he was done he pulled his hand away from her forehead and stared at her. Her eyes were closed but he could see the tears slowly leak out. Her shoulders sagged and her breathing became uneven and ragged.
"I'll go." She said. She opened her eyes and stared at Godric. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
Myrddin smiled and clapped his hand. "Well, pleasure doing business. Godric, nice seeing you again. Eric, tell Pam that I will call her. Goodbye." He grabbed hold of Lilith and with a blink they were gone.
"It's for the best." Myrddin whispered to her.
Lilith didn't answer. Myrddin was even sure if she heard him. As, he shut her door and walked away from her room, her cries echoed down the hall with him.
Okay. So there's a lot of information in here. I don't know. What do you guys think? This is what comes from sleep deprivation. I wrote this in one sitting. My butt was fully numb. Heheh I guess that was way too much information.
On the other hand you will never believe what I saw! There's this guy in my microeconomics class and he reminds me of GODRIC!!!!!!!! AHHHH!!!!! Hehehe he has that boyish cuteness to him and yeah, he just…reminds me of him. Suffice to say, I think I'm in lust. I haven't talked to him. I don't know him. I just think he's cute. God. I'm such a girl. I can't even go up to him. I have confidence just…not when it comes to guys. That's normal right? It's just all my friends have significant others and I really want a boyfriend. Just so I can know what it's like. Jeez, now that's pathetic. I'm nineteen and have never had a boyfriend.
Wiriting is my boyfriend. LOL!
Enough of my nonsense talk. Onto my lovely as ever reviewers!
Brindalyn: Thank you! Part of me just needed to put the bible in because before Godric died, he was so curious and hopeful that God forgive that I felt it kind of necessary to have it in. He seemed like the type to read the Bible right? I hope you like this chapter! Thank-you for the review!
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Aurora151989: I've tried writing in the first person before. And I like it, I do, when it's written well but I've never been able to write it well and I love reading it but I find that I tend to go "I" crazy and that makes me feel uncomfortable! Lol. Hopefully that made sense. I'm glad that you like it though! Actually, I wrote this chapter, with you in mind! Not to sound weird, but the whole "short chapters" was in my head and I was like "hey! I can make these long." It feels like forever since I've actually written a long chapter and let me tell you, it felt good! Thanks a lot for the review and I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
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So the one-shot? I'm still thinking it. I'll post it for sure if I finish it. I don't know how it's going to go or even if it'll go but I think it will. I'll keep you posted!
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P.S. So a lot of this came out of my mind. I'm certain many if not all of you know about the witch trials and between the 1500's to 1600's nearly 1 million women and men died because they were accused of witchcraft. Myrddin Wyllt is actually another name they gave Merlin but I made him a descendant of Merlin. From what I know, there is not descendant of Merlin so I took the liberty of creating one. Hope you all liked him! Any mistake are mine and thank you all so much!