Truest Friends and Greatest Lovers
By: Randomnormality
AN: Hey, figured I'd take a try at a True Blood fanfic. Let's face it ladies, Eric Northman is walking sex.
Disclaimer:
No way, in any shape or form, do I own True Blood, because if I did, some of the things that has happened would have never happened to begin with.
This story is completely my own idea, although some things may seem as though they come from other stories on this site, and I only say this because bits and pieces of other stories inspired me in some of the major conflicts.
Chapter Nine- Under the Full Moon Light
Dressing in a pair of well-worn, comfortable blue jeans and a beige peasant top, I slip on a pair of comfortable slip on shoes. Throwing my hair up into a simple ponytail, I inhale deeply before stepping out of the bathroom. Catching sight of the still sleeping figure on the bed, I can't stop the warm feeling that floods me at the sight of his disheveled form. Leaning over, I press a kiss to the cold, still cheek, not at all affected by the lack of response.
My Dearest Godric and Eric,
By the time you awaken from your Slumber of the Dead, I will most likely not be here. I have gone to visit the Coven and I am not sure how long I will be, for there is much to discuss.
Yours,
Kyra McCloud
Signing my name in a flourish of quick, sketchy cursive, I place the note on the mirror my vanity desk. Gathering my things, I give one last look to the man lying on the bed, inwardly thankful for having him back in my life, before I exit the room. In a flurry of darkness, I call upon Shadow and request to be brought to the Safe House.
"Mama!" a tiny voice squeals the moment I step out of the darkness and a smaller frame tackles me to the ground beneath my feet.
Instinctively, I flip my body over the smaller body and peering down at the deep sapphire gaze, I smirk evilly, my fingers running over her sides. Laughter erupts from the lips of the tiny girl and I ignore the sudden presence of other people as I continue my torture on the child. Begs and pleas of mercy cause me to cackle playfully before I release the girl.
"That's not funny, Mama," Amara-Lynn pouts as I lay on the ground beside her.
Looking over at the girl, I inhale deeply, fighting back the images of the past. Forcing a smile to my lips, I look up at Sage, Orion, Leon, Christopher and Katie before I move to my feet, brushing off my clothing. Hugging Katie almost instantly, I smile at the bright, cheerful female Shifter, her big brown eyes giving her the easiest way of getting the coldest of hearts to melt.
"Ki-Ki!" I hear before I find myself in the middle of a group hug, Christopher, Orion, Leon wrapping the arms around me tightly.
Feeling kisses on my cheeks and forehead, I pull away before turning on Sage. The ebony-haired man grins widely, his aquamarine-green eyes sparkling with joy. Calmly, I move into his open embrace and feel a kiss upon the top of my head as I inhale his scent deeply. Knowing he is unharmed, I pull back from the embrace, smiling at the sight of the man before me.
"Amara-Lynn, can you go with Christopher," the little girl pouts, "I have to speak with Sage and afterward, I have all day with you."
A cheer of joy leaves her lips before she taps Christopher, the older man having a soft spot for the girl. Watching as the thirteen-year-old blond taps Orion and Leon, her voice yelling out 'Tag!'. I watch with a smile as the little girl takes off, her form moving faster than the average Human sprinter, the three figures chasing after her almost instantly.
"What's up?" Sage asks after the four are a distance away, pulling my gaze to the two remaining people.
Ushering them inside, Katie immediately offers to go get drinks. Smiling as she places down a few lemonades, I sip the sweet beverage, watching as Katie takes her leave to go find Raize. Turning my gaze to Sage, I set the glass down with a sigh.
"You said the Seekers are searching for an Ascended, believing that the amazing power of an Ascended will bring back their abilities," Sage nods insistently, "We need to find out if there is any truth to their research. I know Amara-Lynn cannot be an Ascended, even though she is already able to control three of the four Primary Elements. There is a possibility that she can become one, but we need information and quickly."
"I agree with you, but the Hunters don't think like we do. They see Amara-Lynn's ability surfacing well before her thirteenth birthday and that she will awaken as an Ascended. That leaves her in danger, and we can't be around all the time," Sage replies, and I nod, knowing it's the truth.
"First, we need to find information on the Legend of the Ascended, see if this has happened before," I state, looking up at the ceiling, "and I want to form a bond with her."
I can feel the sharp gaze from Sage and meet his eyes with calm, passive eyes, watching as he shakes his head in disbelief, "Don't you have enough bonds?"
A smirk, raising my left arm to flash the deep red runes, "You think I don't know that already?"
His eyes widen in realization and he leans forward, his fingers tracing over the raw markings, a hiss leaving my lips, "You've become attached? Ki-Ki, I never thought I'd see the day. Especially with what happened."
I glare down at the own runes marking his wrist, the deep green significant to his own attachment, "I forgave him for what happened and he...he said while he wants to lay claim to me, but cannot, that he is willing to have me lay claim to him."
A laugh leave Sage's lips, his eyes softening, "I am pleased. I almost feared you would continue without an Attached. I feared what would've happened during this on-going fight with the Hunters."
My smile falls as I focus on the situation at hand, "I'm serious, Sage. I am not talking about forming an Attachment, since it cannot be between two of our kind, but I have to form a Bond with her. If I don't I won't be able to keep track of her if things go wrong."
"Tonight," Sage says suddenly, realizing where I was going with this, "There's a Full Moon tonight, it make it easier to bond with her."
Nodding, I lean back in the sofa chair, "That would be best. Maybe to pass the time until Night, we can enjoy a small Game?"
Hearing the words, Sage cracks a grin, "You and I haven't had a Game between us in a long time."
Laughing at the man, I stand to my feet and exit the house, Sage following swiftly. Inhaling the brisk air, I turn to see Sage moving into a relaxed state, a few meters away from me. Waiting for him to make the first move, I watch his hands move in a series of waves before they plant on the ground. Instantly, I leap back, ignoring the sharp sting of an Earth-made spike scraping along the side of my calf, effectively tearing my already worn jeans slightly. Performing a back-hand spring, I race toward him the moment my feet hit the ground, and with a whirl of my hand, I effectively call upon Raine and pull the water from the surrounding atmosphere.
The simple spar lasted for a full eighty minutes, in which I find myself lying on the ground, staring up at the darkening sky, Sage just inches from my side. I smile softly at the warm feeling of the Elements surrounding us and I giggle.
"Did I ever tell you that my life would be shit without you?" I hear him ask, "Seriously, before you, I was in fear of what I am. I hid it from the family, hoping that at some point in time, this gift of mine would just disappear."
I glance over at him, smiling, "Honestly, I never thought it was possible. To know who you truly are, I thought I was the only one. After parting ways with my former Master, I never would have dreamed that I would come across another of my kind, let alone becoming your teacher. Who would've guessed, through all of the hatred that rules our previous fates, that the Elements would grant another the abilities."
Sage grins, turning his gaze to the sky above, "Maybe it's something in our blood. Maybe something calls for them to grant us our gifts."
"Mama!"
Hearing the scream, both of us sit upright, watching as the small, lithe blond races out of the forest. Seeing the fierce, black wolf following the girl closely, I move to my feet and race toward the beast. Racing past Amara-Lynn, I lunge forward and catch the wolf mid-jump across its stomach, slamming it into the ground. I smirk as I wrestle the jerking beast, my gaze meeting the fierce ice-blue gaze.
"Bad dog," I say mockingly, feeling the animal's form shift from beast to a very naked, tattooed and pierced man.
The wink thrown my way, causes me to laugh as he replies, "You know you want it."
Climbing off of Christopher, I shake my head, "Not really my style, Pup."
Turning to the blushing teenager, who looked at everything but Christopher's naked form, I give the Punk-influenced male a pointed look to which he shifts back into the form of the powerful beast. Watching the beast move to Amara-Lynn, licking the back of her hand softly, before it entered the house through the large 'Dog Door'. Kneeling beside the young teen, I cup her blushing cheek.
"Come, mo pháiste, we have something to do tonight. Go get dressed and come back out here with Sage," I order softly, watching the young teen nod before racing into the house.
Entering my old room, I slip out of my torn and bloody clothing before stepping into the walk in closet. Flipping on the light, I find one of the compartment drawers and kneel down, pulling out the bottom drawer, I gaze upon the ceremonial robes folded gently in the wooden compartment. Pulling out the robes, I exit the closet and slip into the clothing.
Staring at my reflection, I run a gentle hand along the black silk draped over my body, the silver rune inscriptions decorating the fabric along the trimming. Pulling my thick black curls into two buns, one resting on either side of my head, I collect the last piece of the outfit. A single silver chain, decorated with various gemstones of rarity, each stone representing one of the Elements.
Stepping out of the house, I come upon the sight of a Sorcery Circle draw along the ground, a nine-pointed star drawn within the middle of the circle. Sitting within the middle of the nine-pointed stare was Amara-Lynn, her blond hair pulled up much like my own, her clothed in pure white cotton clothing. Stepping to the edge of the circle, I move around the circle and give a prayer to each Element, thanking them for allowing this bonding. After my final prayer, I step into the circle and kneel before Amara-Lynn, motioning for her to mirror my movements.
Clasping her hands in mine, I close my eyes and turn my face to the large moon. Inhaling, I send the final prayer needed and a sharp pain fills me but I make no movement. Feeling the pain travel slowly at the base of my feet and up the length of my body, I am not prepared for the vision that slams into me full force.
"No! Mama! Papa! Let me go!"
Crystal tears. Screams echoing in the air. The smell of burning flesh. Fear and hatred pumping within.
"Mama! Papa! Please no!"
Bound. Bindings to tight. Blood, sweat, tears. Nothing. Hollow within. No sense of time. Days. Weeks. Months perhaps.
"What the fuck is this!"
Fear. Unknowing. Something soft caressing gently. Soft words. Silver-on-Green.
"Nothing will hurt you, mo pháiste."
Hope. Escape. Fear. Terror. Sorrow. Alone.
"Hand over the kid, McCloud."
"Like Hell we will."
Masculine. Fierce. Loyal. Protective. Green-on-Blue. Comfort. Warmth.
"I will stay."
Desperate. Commanding. Crystal tears.
"Go. Get her out of here."
More screams. Not again. Hopelessness. Importance. Why?
"Come, young one."
Feeling the familiar presence in the back of my mind, I stagger out of the circle, the churning memories causing me to lose my breakfast. Heaving, I feel a cool hand on the back of my neck and look into familiar hazel-gold eyes.
"Davvy," I murmur as I push myself to sit, my limbs shaking as I look over Amara-Lynn's unconscious form in Sage's embrace. "Her parents...they were both of our kind."
"How do you know?" Sage asks, turning his gaze as Christopher approaches worriedly.
Watching as the ever-so-commanding Pup carefully takes the younger teen in his arms, I smile softly at the sight. It might be considered immoral, for someone of barely eighteen years to harbor feelings toward one so young, but it won't be long before she slows in aging.
"Her parents. They were burned. The Hunters made her watch. That's why they think she's an Ascended. Her parents were both blessed," I reply as I move to my feet, watching as Christopher brushes a strand of hair from the girl's face lovingly.
"That would explain why she is so gifted so early in life. Her parents must have taught her before their death," Sage confirms my thoughts, "The Seekers must have sensed her parent's abilities and took her after killing them."
Sighing, I turn my gaze to the moon above, "I must return to Shreveport."
Christopher plants a soft, thankful kiss upon my cheek before carrying the young teen within the house. Turning to Sage, I smile softly at him before embracing him once more.
"I will call you when I get information pertaining to the Ascended," Sage says as we walk toward the front porch.
Kissing his cheek, I smile as I watch Davvy move to stand beside Sage, "You keep him out of trouble, Davvy, I cannot afford to lose another."
"Always, my dearest," the handsome Vampire replies.
Calling upon Shadow once more, I disappear into the darkness. Stepping out of them, I inhale the scent of the house. Catching the sharp, familiar scent, I open my eyes and stare into blue eyes barely containing fury.
"Want to explain why Sookie insisted you were in the company of some strange beings and you come home smelling like a common mutt?"
That's right. Eric didn't know. Boy, he's going to shit a brick.
I smirk.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
My smirk seems to set him off and I find myself in a relatively familiar position of fingers wrapping around my throat, my back against a wall, "My Coven is not a Coven of my own kind, Eric," I choke out, feeling his grip slacken slightly, "My Coven is a Safe House for all creatures of Supernatural races and yes, one is a Werewolf."
"Godric is alright with his lover surrounding himself with a mutt?" Eric questions.
"He has no say in who resides in the House. It was during our time apart that I formed it," I gasp out, his blue eyes flickering with something before it fades, his fingers releasing me.
"What happened? I've only seen Godric treat you with the utmost care and compassion. What could he possibly have done to deserve you running off?"
I smile, realizing Godric never told him what happened, "There was a night when I had to use womanly wills to get information from a group of Hunters. Godric witnessed what was about to happen and intervened. He ripped them to shreds and dragged me away from the area." Eric's gaze never changed and I realize Godric really didn't tell him what had occurred, "We had an argument and it was then I learned just how much of Godric hadn't changed. He told me that I needed to remember who I belonged to."
Eric's eyes finally widened, only slightly, "He considers you his equal."
"Now," I stress the word, "Then, he wasn't as in tuned to his seeking of Humanity. He was...rough."
Eric's smirk showed me he didn't understand, "You don't like it rough? From what I have heard, I argue that point."
"I don't mind rough," I nod in agreement, "When it is something I want."
"Are you trying to tell me that Godric..." Eric pauses, obviously not wanting to finish what was obvious.
"To remind me who I belonged to, Godric reverted back to basic, Vampiric instinct and took what he saw as his by force," I reply calmly, seeing a flicker of disbelief in the calm gaze, "I woke up covered in bruises, bites and blood. I left that day."
"But he loves you," Eric reasons, "He'd do anything for you."
I smile as Eric reminds me of just who we are talking about, "And I return the same sentiment, but even someone as strong as Godric can break at one point. I think it was time for us to part ways, giving us time to figure out just what we meant and what we wanted from each other. It gave us room to grow as individuals."
"And you forgave him for what he did?" Eric asks, looking down at his hands, obviously wondering what else his Maker hasn't told him.
I place my hand in Eric's, smiling as his gaze moves to meet mine, "Godric has served enough of a penance, don't you think? He has shown how much his devotion is true. He has given to me a gift I could never give back."
"Let me guess, his love and you cherish with both hands," Eric comments, laughing at whatever thought is in his head.
"Yes his love, but I cannot cherish it with both hands," I remark, bringing my left hand to my chest, "for my own love resides in the hands of many others, but my heart remains divided."
Opening my eyes, I suddenly find intense blue eyes gazing rather close, "And how divided is this heart of yours?"
"Right down the middle," I whisper, feeling my heartbeat pace faster.
Air leaves my lungs as a pair of cold lips press against my own, my world spinning as cold fingers curl around the back of my neck, pulling me into the larger, muscled body before me. This wasn't Godric. Godric, who held such passion and love with each stroke. This is Eric. Eric, who is just as primal as they come, fierce and commanding with his touch. I drown in the sensations and as I feel my heart hammer against my chest, I wince as a burning sensation shoots through my right arm, my wince causing me to bite down on the cold lip between my own. A deep growl rumbles from the powerful man and I'm pressed harder into the wall, a strong, muscled thigh sliding between my legs, pressing into my womanhood.
"Bloody hell," I gasp as the kiss breaks.
"Hm...an accent?" I shudder as a tongue runs over my throat, "Now that is truly erotic."
Staring up at the ceiling, I shiver as cool fingers move across my stomach, but my thoughts aren't on the man before me. A deep sense of betrayal cements itself heavily within my heart and I feel a single tear trail down my cheek. What am I doing? Why is this happening to me?
"You hesitate?" he whispers softly. "It is because of Godric."
"My heart is heavy with the thought of both of you, but I feel as though the Fates have really fucked me over," I reply, pulling on the black sleeve of my shirt.
"You do know Godric understands. He would never hate you for doing this," he murmurs.
I know it isn't Godric. Pushing back the thoughts of self-loathing, I catch Eric's lips into a firm kiss, threading my fingers into the crisp blond hair. Feeling the vampire before me respond, I close my eyes and wish away the only fact that the Fates have doomed my future completely. Feeling my back leave the door and the soft sheets beneath me, I sigh into the kiss as a cold hand moves underneath the top of my ceremonial robe and cup my breasts fiercely.
"All that matters to us, is your pleasure," his husky voice purrs in my ear and the very essence of Eric forces my world into a swirl of endless sensations.
Author's Note:
I understand that most of you readers are hating me right now for what happened between Godric and Kyra, but you must understand that Vampires, as seen in TrueBlood, are very, very protective and possessive creatures. If they see something as their property, they see nothing wrong with using them as they see fit. I had this happen because at some point in his time with Eric in Germany (where he was angry he allowed his emotions to control him) and the point of him willing to give up his existence (meeting the sun), he had to have a reason for acting the way he did. His time in Germany was just two years after what had happened, so of course he still remembers and hates himself for what he did, and in turn, tries to will Eric to not allow his emotions to cloud his judgment. He was still remorseful. His personality that most see in Season 2 is often shown as reserved, but there is a level of dominance behind it. So at some point, there had to be something that caused the shift from Godric being a once blood-thirsty creature, to the pensive, compassionate creature.
I thought through many options and I could only come up with him, during his time with Kyra, trying to tame his instincts, and him being unable to. I had to give a reason between the parting that gave Kyra such a passion for trying to save the creatures she now resides with within the Safe House. There had to be something, some kind of catalyst that ripples through the effect that forms the relationship between them now. So understand, that yes, what happened is something awful, but something afterward caused them to reconnect and there will be a moment on that.
Please, I want no flames for this, because it is in Kyra's aspect that she shows no judgment based on past events. It is a prime foundation on how she lives and moves throughout life, and why she has befriended all sort of creatures.
Thank you for my reviews for past chapters and please let me know what you think.
And yes: Sage is obviously another Sorcerer, but that is not their connection. There are many clues. Anyone guess?
