No Tb dialogue in this one. I don't own TB but...I really do wonder what it would be like if it were actually real.
Edit 11/2/2016
Everything hurt. It was like someone threw her whole body into a pit of snakes and just let her get bit over and over again. Her muscles burned like she was on fire. Her eyes felt like they were glued shut. Her mouth so dry it felt like she hadn't had anything to drink in years. Her stomach hurt. Her hand moved just to touch it and she almost screamed. Something was there.
She let her hand move down to the ground again. If she didn't touch it, it wasn't there. If she stayed still she'll be fine, nothing will hurt.
Millie crackled open her eyes trying to focus through the blurriness. She was somewhere with little lightening. The golden yellow ball of light in front of her was chopped up in pieces. Someone was standing next to her, his body blocking some of the light from the fixtures above. She focused her eyes on the brown blob in front of her. She squinted her eyes as much as she could as whatever it was became clear to her. Toes started to form. He had roman like sandals on. Brown leather wrapped around the pale skin of his feet. Light white fabric just barely sweeping a crossed the tops.
"Well she seems to have a little fight in her left." She heard a voice that grated on her nerves. It just grated on her. It seemed so familiar but she just couldn't place it.
"Sure does. Bleeding perfectly to torture him with a bit before meeting the sun, sir."
"You know what, Gabe, you're right. Let her just sit there and bleed, like the fangbanger she is. If we get to torture that thing, all the better for everyone."
Millie closed her eyes again. What were they talking about? She wasn't a fangbanger, she can't do that. She hasn't met anyone she liked enough. Her head hurts. She wants to go home. She wants her granny. Where was Eric he needs to get her out of here?
Has she thanked Pam for the shoes yet? She can't remember how she got here. She needed to think. What was she doing before she got here. She was doing something important, she knows she was. Her head hurts.
Millie groaned as the car moved towards the church. It was huge and just screamed that stuck up people came here to waste their money. She didn't go to church like Sookie did. No her grandmother had her stay home so she wasn't crowded in a church with the possibility of old people pinching her cheeks. Her granny didn't want her to see eighty years of everything bad they did. No she was told to stay home and read the bible, which she never did. She would always sneak out to the cemetery and touch the tombstones. After all they were the only 'people' she could touch.
She shook her head and opened the door to Hugo's car before catching up to her cousin. Her feet clacking in the dark purple platform pumps she was wearing. She didn't pay attention to what was said on the way to the church. Her attention was pulled over to the side where a group of people were doing jumping jacks. What in the hell was a group of tiny muscle church boys doing? Church does not make you do physical education.
Millie looked back at the walking banana, or Sarah Newlin as others knew her, and then at the jumping noodles. If Sarah made her do anything like that, she was so going to charge Eric an extra thirty thousand. She hated anything to do with sweating. The only reason that she kept her own tiny waste was to torture herself on an exercise bike. Even then, she only got through it because she reads a book while on the torture device.
Soon they entered another room. Millie was drawing behind her cousin and fake fiancée. She gave up on trying to catch up and let her feet go back in the normal rhythm as she made sure to know which way they went. Since they were so far ahead of her, thanks Sookie, she missed which hallway they went into.
Great. She just got lost on a top secret mission in the middle of enemy territory. Eric was so going to kill her…if she gets out of this. Something made a spark noise behind her. Clacking of shoes made their way towards her. Her heart beat started to pick up as she pulled open the door on the right. She closed the door as quietly as she could and stepped backwards. Suddenly her she was teetering backwards. She tried to balance herself but the heel of her shoes weren't touching the ground anymore, and her shoes didn't help anything.
She tried to grab the wall but her hands just slide. There was nothing to grab. Her whole body flew backwards
Millie opened her eyes again. That's right. She got lost. She got lost picked the wrong door and fell down those stairs. She remembered ever single step as she went down. Her body landed on something. Her hands went to her stomach again looking for whatever impaled her.
"I would not do that." Millie tensed as she heard a voice. It was soft. So soft it made her want to sleep. It had some kind of accent to it. She couldn't pinpoint it but it was silky smooth to match his tone. He liked it. It was nothing like those harsh voices from before.
Her eyes went up and her head turned just an inch. It felt like she had run a mile before she got to look at him. She wasn't expecting what she saw. It was boy, maybe a little older by at least two years but not more than five. His hair was cut short to his head and was a pitch black color. His eyes a sparkling green and it seemed to have a spark in the middle. A spark that she has seen before.
"I know you. You're Godric Gaul, I saw you on TV…Eric's maker." Millie didn't recognize her own voice. It was so soft, and not like Godric's. It was more like it didn't have any volume to it.
Millie closed her eyes. Suddenly a hand was shaking her whole body. She whimpered as the thing in her stomach shifted.
"It had to be done, young one. You cannot fall asleep. You may not wake again." Godric removed his hand from her shoulder but Millie grabbed it. His skin was soft. The palms had calluses on them that rubbed her callus free hand. He must have used them a lot before being turned into a vampire. Will the calluses grow back if he cut them off, or regular skin?
"Am I goin' to die?" Millie whispered her eyes looking into his green globs. She didn't want to die. She hasn't kissed anyone before. She hasn't gotten rid of her virginity yet. She hasn't fell in love. She wanted to know what it is like to look at someone you adore more than anything. She wanted to get butterflies in her stomach as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. How can she die like this? She hasn't done anything wrong! All she did was trying. She just tried to be normal and finally when she got the chance, she's going to die.
At least…she finally got to feel another person's hand in hers. He didn't pull away his hand, but just let it stay there in hers. It made her feel less alone.
"Yes, you are." Godric whispered. Her hand just grabbed his harder. Millie let out a little sob as her other hand came up and grabbed his. Both of her hands felt like she was going to break a few bones in his cold one, but it was unlikely since his body was naturally stronger then hers.
Millie moved her head so she could look at him with a more comfortable position from the ground. She lifted her head just a little bit to look around. It was the hardest thing to do. It was like her head felt like a ton. They were in a closed space, the walls covered in metal bars that she was guessing was silver. She couldn't see a door, it was probably behind her, and she didn't want to turn her head that way. It would hurt too much.
She looked back at Godric and his blank slate face. His eyes were nothing like his face, and gave away what he was actually thinking. He was sad. His pretty green eyes were not as bright as they were on the television that one time. If it was pity or not she didn't know but he was sad…and hungry it the dilation of his eyes were anything to go by.
He wasn't standing like he was before she closed her eyes. He was sitting down, legs crossed in front of her. His pure white clothes looking like they were just made as they shined just a little in the horrible lightening. How does he do that? Every time she wore white she got some kind of dirt on it, and this place didn't look the cleanest.
"Will you hold my hand?" Millie asked as she looked at hers holding his. "I just want to know what it's like. Eric never lets me and I'm sure he won't let me after we get out of here."
Godric's brows pinched together as he stared down at her. Millie gave him a smile as his lips turned down. She didn't want both of them frowning. She didn't want to die in such a depressing mood. It might send her to hell.
"Eric Northman?" Godric asked his lips pulling apart just a little in confusion. Millie liked his lips. They weren't skinny like Eric's. What was she thinking about again? Her head hurts.
"I'm his human? I think that's how it works." Millie let one of her hands fall to the ground. She didn't have energy to keep it up like that. All she had left was enough to hold up her one and her grip was lessening as time went on.
Godric just looked down at her hands. He seemed to be contemplating something. Millie wished she could jump into his head and know what he was thinking about. He wasn't like Eric. She could tell things with him but this vampire was different. He didn't show his emotions as much as Eric, or even like Pam. His hand suddenly tightened around hers as her eyes started to slip down.
It was so…it was so much better then she imagined. His cold hand wrapping around hers like a warm blanket never minding it was not actually warm. It felt warm at least, like it was radiating heat that it wasn't supposed to. Millie smiled as she put more pressure behind her own grip.
"Do not close your eyes. Eric will be here to heal you, I feel him coming." Godric whispered as he moved closer to her. He used his other hand under her head and pulled her closer. The movement made more tears leak out of her eyes as whatever was in her moved. It was like someone had stabbed her and was twisting the knife as slowly as possible. Millie shut her eyes with force as she was pulled away from her spot. Something under her made a squeaking noise. She hopped that wasn't blood. Her head was then laid on something soft; making her finally open her eyes threw the pain she had coursing through her. Millie's head was lying in his lap as he starred down at her from above.
Millie would have blushed if she wasn't losing all her blood as it seeped from the hole in her. Instead she just smiled and mouth "Thank you" as her head started to feel a little better. He just nodded at his eyes never leaving her face, like he was searching for something.
"Eric won't fix me. I'm just a doll to him, even if I think of him as a sort of friend. Besides, he won't give me blood to heal." Millie sighed as she looked over his pretty face. He was handsome. Better than any boy at her high school.
"Why do you say that?"
Millie lost the little smile she tried to keep. The half optimist mood she was trying to keep fell through as she let loose of Godric's hand just a little. It was too hard to keep up the pressure that she had on his hands. She was getting tired. She didn't know how much longer she had. She hoped she got to see Sookie before she left.
Godric's head shot up. He tilted his head and closed his eyes. Millie just watched him. He was concentrating. His brow frowned as he listened almost like a dog would.
"Someone is calling me."
Millie grabbed his hand harder as she pulled it to her chest holding it to her body. He can't leave. She didn't want to die alone. He was all she got in this hell whole. He can't leave her. She couldn't deal with that. She would go insane as she sat here waiting for death. Her tears started to stream harder down her face.
Almost like he was reading her mind his hand gave a little pressure and he looked down at her again with those warm eyes. "I will not leave."
She closed her eyes in relief as she let her body relax. She had unconsciously tensed her body at the thought of him leaving her to die alone. Millie has always been alone and she didn't want to die like that as well.
"Has Eric not given you blood before?" He asked out of the blue making her eyes open up again to stare at him. Why was he asking this of her?
"No. I've been very careful around vampires." Millie gave him a grin. "Isn't it just the worst?I've been so very careful, around them and its stairs that kill me."
"Technically it's the wooden stake." Millie blinked up at him. A wooden stake was pushed into her middle? How? Did these people just leave stakes around a church? That wasn't safe. What if a kid got a hold of one?! She started to laugh, but something wet started to clog her throat. Her whole body started to shake. The liquid in her throat just bubbled out of her mouth. Godric pushed her head to the side as blood spilled from her mouth. She coughed a couple more times before she stopped. Godric helped her to look up at him again.
"I'm sorry. It's goin' to stain." Millie whispered as she took in a deep breath. Something was rattling around in her and it wasn't good. She must have broken a rib and when Godric moved her, her broken rib moved just right to hit her lung. It's most likely what hurt the most.
"Do not worry about such trivial things. I must confess something to you."
Millie raised both her eyebrows at him. "You don't have to. You've did nothing wrong, have you?"
Godric's face twisted as he started down at her. His pupils dilating further as he starred down at her. "I have done more unforgiveable things in my time then you will ever know, but that is not what is needed to be said."
Millie filed that away for later, if she even got out of here alive. Something was a little weird at the way he said it. It was like he actually felt guilty which gave her some hope for vampires. If someone like Godric, who is older than two thousand years, felt guilty there was hope for them yet…and her.
"Eric has not given you blood making you not truly his in the eyes of the older more powerful vampires, such as myself." Millie nodded. What was going on? She was dying; she didn't need a history lesson on how vampires held things so possessively. She knows they were very territorial, and that is all she needs to know.
"My blood is old, and very sacred. If I give it to you, you must stay by my side and not Eric's any longer."
Millie's eyes widened. Eric has been so good to her. He was the first to teach her what it was like to be normal. He took her in and didn't treat her horribly like he did with others. Then again…he did that for Sookie. He was using her to get to Sookie and he knew that if he did anything wrong towards her Sookie would never come to him willingly. But that doesn't take away her attachment to him. He was literally the only thing that kept her safe in this world and she grew attached to him like a favorite pair of shoes. He was somewhat her friend.
And why would he do this for her? She barely knows him and he knew nothing about her. They were complete strangers. Vampires didn't do anything without reason and never do they just volunteer to do things out of the kindness of their hearts,
"Why?"
"I would remember that Southern belle sugar sweet voice from anywhere. Consider it paying a debt. You saved me from horrible boredom." Godric gave her a deadpanned look as he starred down at her.
Millie gave him a sheepish smile. She was going to say something to him about how her voice not sounding like that but coughs started to rack her body. Blood bubbling around her mouth as she finally got her breathing under control. Godric's hand pulled her hair out of her face as she finally calmed down. The blonde strands turning red- brown with drying blood.
"I-I-I h-had a d-deal with Eric." She gasped out at him, her body barely moving as she tried to get more oxygen in her body.
"You would l like to carry it over to me, yes?"
Millie nodded as she looked up at him. Her eyes barely staying open. "H-he promised to protect me, from everything that would hurt me. Can you do that?"
Godric smiled his fangs popping out. Her heart started to beat faster than the slow pace. He must have finally got tired of her and was going to finish the job. Maybe she won't die from stairs….or stake.
"Yes. I give you my word." He spoke, his accent thicker than before.
"Then save me."
He then ripped out the stake. Millie screamed as the burning sensation ran through her. She was cut off as something hard and wet slammed down on her face, filling her mouth with his sweet chopper blood.
Millie wasn't sure how this was going to turn out.
Okay so it's normal size and i did not go over three thousand i think. This is most likely the only update this weekend.
Answer: I would be the one throwing it, yelling "I AM ERIC FEAR ME!"
Question: Favorite OTP in TB?
