A/N: Hello, everyone! Just a real quick AN, again I am sooo sorry for the delay and the short length of this chapter (only 1500 words or so). I had some personal issues occur, and I am also in RN school full time, working, and being a mommy, so my life has been so hectic. Thank you all for your continued support, it means so much. Also, consider this chapter part I of 2. I just didn't want to leave you all completely hanging any longer than I have. Thanks so much again!
The Truth in Blood
He often wondered if there was any place colder, darker and lonelier than his heart and soul, if a creature such as himself could even have one. Then again his heart was dead, no sign of beating, or life inside, frozen. That was until he had laid eyes upon her. A beacon of light in the darkness in his life of solitude. Oh, how bright and shining she was, pretty and breakable like a porcelain doll. He had never seen anything more illuminating and captivating than her presence alone, not even his beloved progeny Eric. And Nora, she far paled in comparison to this creature's radiance. The moment her brown eyes locked upon his, he felt that spark that he had been searching for over the centuries. Godric had thought wrong; it wasn't salvation or forgiveness he had been seeking. No, it had been desire and the need to feel for something, someone other than himself again, a companionship in the most intimate and dangerous nature. That kind of need could bring a weaker man to his knees. A hunger had hadn't known existed started to swelter inside of him, the duality of his nature coming to surface.
She was so pretty, so delicate. Deep, chocolate eyes that told a story he was sure was more complex than any human could imagine or see. Soft, supple lips upon her slender face only to be followed by soft, defined feminine curves. Her soft, fine blonde hair flowed gently down her back. At first sight he had fought the urge to run his cold hands through her hair, before fisting it and claiming those lips for himself.
It was strange, this sensation he had to protect her, kill for her, and love her. Yet the predator inside him wanted to consume her, fuck her, taste her, and break her. He knew that once he touched, tasted her he would never be able to leave her. She was already becoming his obsession. So when he had snapped Gabe's neck for her, the beast inside him reveled with glory and pride when she hadn't shied away from him and she thanked him. No fear, no remorse, no regret, no questions. He killed for her and she accepted it without fear. She could accept him and what he was. It was then that he decided there was no turning back from her. She was going to be his.
As he finally seized the opportunity to place his lips on her creamy skin, sinking his fangs through her tender flesh, his cold blood instantly warmed he felt like he was flying, higher than high. There was no doubt about it. She was HIS. The recognition of what she was at the moment struck him hard, he physically had to pull himself away from her before the urge to consume every last drop of her blood took control of him. And with his knowledge of what she was, his ancient mind became acutely aware of how increasingly difficult his dead life was about to become.
"Fae. You're a fucking fae." He exclaimed. Sookie looked at him like he had last what was left of his mind and couldn't help but giggle. "I'm sorry, sugah. A what?"
A heavy sigh escaped Godric as he brushed a strand of hair out of her flushed face and ran his thumb over her lips that were swollen from his kisses. "Oh, Sookie, you have so much to learn and understand now. A fae is a fairy, my love. You're a fairy. And judging from the strong taste and potency of your blood, I'd say you're fae royalty as well."
Sookie took a step back, threw her head back and laughed sardonically. "You're joking right?! A fairy as in I fly, grow pointy ears, spread fairy dust and have magical powers. Well, that's a new one! Though I do suppose it's a step up from being the crazy telepath."
Growing frustrated at the fact she wasn't taking him seriously, he pulled her flush against him, his fangs extending and eyes nearly glowing. "Sookie, this is not to be taken lightly. You have no idea just how much of value you are or what one of my kind would do to steal you and exploit you! This new revelation makes you a mark for vampires everywhere, and puts you in great danger!"
"Oh. You aren't joking."
"No, little one, I am not," his tone softened.
"So I'm like a living, breathing version of Tinkerbell," she murmured quietly, letting the knowledge of what she was sink in. Her head began swarming with questions, panic rising inside her. How? Did her Gran know? Is that where her telepathy came from? Which of her family members was a fae? Was Jason one too? It was all too much, her head and eyes became heavy and her legs would have given out if Godric wasn't holding and supporting her. She rested her head against his upper chest and tried to soothe her breathing patterns.
"How do the vampires fit into me being a fae, fairy or whatever it is that I am?"
"You're like our version of V. A drug, a highly potent and very addictive drug. The blood makes us almost drunk and high. There is also speculation that if we consume enough fae blood, we can walk in the sunlight."
"Vampire crack. Well ain't that just fuckin' peachy. Maybe that explains my attraction to vampires."
"Yes and no. The vampires and faeries don't have a very good history with each other. There was a war centuries ago, and blood was shed on both sides, many lives lost. To my knowledge, the faeries are almost extinct. Our kinds have never seen eye to eye and despise each other. Yet your blood is quite the aphrodisiac for us."
"Again, I am vampire crack, then?"
Godric gave a slight smile at her terminology. "Yes, you are."
A passive look washed over her face, and she sunk into his embrace, finding comfort in him. They stood there for moments in complete silence, her head resting against his upper chest. Her manic mood early had subdued and she appeared the epitome of calm in his arms. Yet inside she was seething, he could sense it. Godric savored her stillness, the silence, and the essence of her. As he knew as soon as the rest of the supernatural world knew she was a fae, chaos would reign over them. And it was his desire, his instinct to protect her from them.
"Godric?" her voice sounded small, merely a whisper muffled against his chest. "Do you think he knew?"
"Knew what, my love?"
"Bill. I think he knew that I was fae." Her accusations hung heavy in the air. Yet she dared not move from the comfort of him. It was there in his arms that she felt the safest, and more protected than she ever thought she could feel. Like nothing could touch her, less breakable. Sookie felt Godric stiffen, his hands stilling and anchoring her in place around him. "Something tells me he knew. I don't know how but he does." One by one, the pieces started to fit together and paint a malicious picture in her head.
Bill's mysterious, sudden appearance in Bon Temps.
A vampire saving a human from drainers.
His sudden fascination, no obsession with her.
How quickly he claimed to fall in love with her.
The look of ecstasy in his dead eyes in the final throes as he took drops of her blood.
The room was starting to spin at her recognition that she could be such a fool. Such a naïve girl. Not woman, but a girl who fell hook, line and sinker. She wanted to scream and cry, break something. Take it all back.
Godric couldn't help the growl that escaped him at that moment, his instincts and nature taking over. If Bill had known, that had several implications for the imbecile and young vampire. The pieces were starting to fit together like a jagged puzzle.
"I do think that Eric and I need to have a conversation with Mr. Compton then. If you are correct, then you are in far more danger than I believed."
Sookie's only acknowledgement she heard him was a nod of her head. She squeezed her eyes shut to fight away the burning sensation from the salty tear that threatened to fall. She refused to cry again. She would be stronger than that, stronger than him. She resolved to keep the pain in her heart at bay, lock it away until she could confirm her suspicions.