I do not own True Blood but by god WHY DID THEY KILL GODRIC SO SOON IN THE SERIES THEY COULD HAVE DONE SO MUCH WITH HIS CHARACTER!
Edit 11/2/2016: Also important note. If you just started to read this story yesterday, don't worry about it, but older readers need to go back and read chapters because I am awesome sauce and edited my chapters, and added new passages so Millie's story connects to the original one more, plus it gives the story more plot which I will use later.
Millie switched to another channel as Godric reassured another person on the phone for the tenth time in the last hour. The ride home wasn't exciting at all. No one spoke a word. All Eric did was glare at his Maker, Millie finally remember her conversation with Eric and Pam about what it was now that her head stopped swimming with Godric's Super Stoner blood. Godric ignored him in favor of staring at her like she was the most bazaar thing in the world. It was making her feel very pretty and a little like a science experiment with how his eyes scanned her for everything and anything.
She could barely keep the blush down and even when she got out of the car his eyes still examining her. When they got to Godric's home he didn't even ask her way shewas following him to his home, or why Eric was following him around like a puppy dog. He couldn't really because the phone went hay wire as soon as he got into the house. Even if he didn't have to keep answering the phone she wasn't really sure he would have ask. It was like he knew she was living here already which is impossible, unless Eric told Godric right in front of her and she didn't hear it.
Eric moved a little next to her on the couch as Millie got up. "I feel gross." She said as she made her way over to the bathroom. "I'm going to go take a shower." It's what she needed. She needed to get the feeling of that man's hands off of her. His hands that killed the person he loved the most in the world. A sin that she could never forget.
Eric lifted his hand from his face and gave her his signature smirk and wiggled his eyebrows. "Want me to join you, Camilla?"
Millie twisted her face at him before flicking his forehead. "Stop teasing me, you jerk." It wasn't like she didn't mind it but it hurt her. It consistently reminded her that she was never going to find someone to actually do things like that with her. She knew he didn't mean it like that, but years of similar experience has programed her into a pessimist.
Godric gave them both a look before going back to the conversation he was having on the phone. He didn't seem very happy but more like he was annoyed then anything if the twitch from his lip gave anything away. Why he was answering the phone if he was so annoyed by it, she didn't know. If it were she would have shut the phone in the freezer and forget about it. Something she has done with her cellphone when she was ignoring Sookie.
She made a little detour to the bedroom she was using and grabbed her pajamas, too big red plaid night pants, and a tank top. Millie didn't like the thought of wearing the silk nighty that Pam packed her in a house with two male vampires. It just seemed stupid. Really stupid.
Millie learned from experience, and they one thing she knew never to do is wear anything that you would be embarrassed to bed. She sighed as remembered a traumatic incident she had with Pam and Eric. She never expected it to happen, honest! She was just going to spend the night at Pam and Eric's because she needed to get away from Sookie for a little while. The bad thing was, when she got to Eric's house he lead her down stairs (he had all the bedrooms built underground because he never had human company at his house before). Pam then demanded she wear this frilly slip of a night gown, which Millie complied to, which she wished never did. Then in the middle of the night, or actually day because Eric was demanding she get on his schedule, she was sandwiched between two bodies. Apparently Eric's bloodline had a tendency to wake up in the middle of the day for some reason.
She barely opened the bathroom door when she heard the phone start to ring again. It really was a pity. Godric has been through so much, and it seemed like instead of resting he was trying to comfort others. It didn't seem fair, but was it really ever fair?
Millie dropped her eyes to the ground. She knew the saying but it never seemed more real than at that moment. Life was fair. She knew her life wasn't fair. She got stuck with a defective power that liked to act up from time to time just to fuck with her brain. Godric on the other hand, was dead and he still got the butt end of the deal here. She didn't know his past, but she did know that he wasn't at that church for himself. He wasn't talking to others on the phone for the past hour for himself. He did that for others, because he was a leader here. He was important to others, and it he just let it slide to just relax and feel free his whole system would just fall apart. Even life after death wasn't fair. There was no escaping it.
Well, at least that was what she thought about the situation. For all she knew Godric could be perfectly fine just basking in the attention, but she really doubted that.
The bathroom was the same as when she left it. Her fresh apple shampoo and conditioner on the side of the tub, one of her light pink towels hanging behind the door, and her makeup and her toothbrush bag next to the sink where she left it the last time she was here. She quickly stripped out of her light yellow dress and took off her matching hot pink bra and panties, which Pam apparently packed after stealing her normal ones, which reminded her to pick something up from the mall for her dear little pest. She turned the knob for the shower and stepped in. Her legs shaking as they hit the smooth tub, because of the freezing temperature of the white smooth tub material. It remaindered her of that man's hands on her.
Even if it has been a while since it happened, but she could still see the vivid images of that man murdering Maggie, and what he planned for her. It made her want to puke everything she ate the day before. The blood and brains that covered that man's face will forever haunt her, like everything else she has seen in her life time. Millie pushed her hands in her wet hair. She has seen too much for her young sixteen years. She wanted to cry, but she had no tears left to give.
The water splashed her skin making her shiver. The water was still cold as the water soaked into her blonde hair and ran down her body. Millie grabbed her shampoo and started to lather her hair up as the water started to turn warm on her back. She let her head fall back and let the water wash away.
Millie sighed as the warm water splashed against her head. It was like everything was being washed away. The entire trauma to her body, the high she was on all going away with the water and spiraling down the drain with the soap suds, much to her pleasure. She ran her hand over her hair to get the water out and started to apply her conditioner. That feeling that came with Godric's blood made her feel weird and she rather not have it in her system again.
The feeling wasn't unpleasant, but she didn't feel like herself. It was like something else was in her. It was like someone was touching her everywhere, being her as well as someone else. It made her feel less alone, and that scared her to death. It made her forget she was alone and she didn't want to forget that. She needed to know she was alone so she could always look for someone to be alone with. If she forgot she was by herself in isolation, she would stop looking and that means she gave up. She couldn't give up. If she did she would die, and that wasn't a hyperbole.
A door banged, making Millie jump. She stopped applying her conditioner, and tilted her head. It sounded close, but it couldn't have been the bathroom door. Both of the vampires would have known she was in the bathroom. Eric knew better then to come in here and have her yell his ears off, and Godric….Godric didn't seem to be the kind of man. At least, not at first glance.
Paying it no attention she completely missed the shadow being cast on the glass doors of the shower. She finished rinsing her hair and turned her face towards the shower head for one last soak before getting out.
Something tapped on the glass. Just a simply two little knocks but it was enough for her to nearly jump out of her skin. Her foot slipped making her slam her hand on the glass and make a squeak as she tried to keep her balance.
"Camilla?" Millie blinked twice at hearing her full name, from Godric. The one person who seemed to honorable to come into the bathroom did, completely blowing everything she ever thought about him sideways. She turned tomato red as she pulled her arms into her body. Why was he in here right now!? She knew he could hear the shower going.
"W-what are you doing G-Godric?" Millie stuttered as the water continued to pour down on her.
The shadow of Godric moved a little to the right as his arm came a crossed the glass and started to pull it open. Millie made a sound of protest and slammed her hands down on the door handle to keep it closed. Godric didn't even strain as he pulled open the door and fed her pink towel in through the gap. She grappled it at it and wrapped it around her body.
Millie held to herself as tight as she could as Godric opened up all the way. Godric didn't even blink a pretty green eye at Millie's flushed face. "I would like to ask you why you are staying here."
She flushed brighter as she tried to step out, and almost stumbling. Godric offered her his hand which she was hesitant on taking. Why was he doing this now of all times?!
"Couldn't you have picked a better time than this?"
Godric gave her a small smile, as he took the liberty to grab her hand and help her out. Millie held on like it was a death grip and slowly stepped out trying to keep her modesty while she did so. When both her feet hit the rug, Godric didn't let go of her hand but instead held it harder.
"Eric said this was a perfect time to discuss details with you." Godric said not letting her hand go as he starred down at her, his green eyes trying to see everything about her.
"…No it's not." Millie scrunched up her nose and held the towel tighter around herself. She was going to kill Eric when she got the chance, or at least get Pam to do it for her.
"I am sorry then." Godricpulled her hand up and tapped his lips to her hand very lightly. It was like someone trailed a piece of hair over her knuckles. It made Millie's blush brighten at the apology.
"Eric set it up." Millie stared down at his hand with her red face. It was still warm for no reason. It felt like his hand was supposed to be in hers. It almost seemed to be made to go with hers. It made her feel less lonely when he held her hand like that.
Godric starred at her before it registered that she was answering his question from before. Millie avoided eye contact as his eyes never left her face. "My protény needs to stop meddling in things…Am I making you uncomfortable?"
Her face warmed up as he talked, and her face felt like it was going to explode on her. "U-um…just a little. I'm usually more…covered up then this when I talk to men."
Godric gave her a blank stare as is fingered lightly trailed over her own finger tips. If she didn't know any better she would say he hadn't touched anyone in while either. His fingers slowly gliding over her nails, and the flesh at the very tips of her fingers was like he was memorizing everything about them. Millie really didn't mind because she loved having someone touch her for a change instead of having to get the guts to touch Pam and Eric, and that was very rare. Then when they touch her it's either to make her do something or to get her flustered. Touching someone for the simply pleasure of it? Millie was liking Godric very much right about now.
Godric trailed his lips over her knuckles again, in a apology it appears, before saying, "I have walked this earth many years. It is hard to…understand the ever changing modest of humans."
Millie burned as she looked at his neck, the flesh was pale as the moon and made her want to see if it felt as soft as it looked. "Being naked, with only a towel is probably a no go for a lot of woman, Darlin'."
Godric let his lip twitch upward as he moved out of the way of the door. "Then please, do what you need and let us talk afterwards, yes?"
Millie nodded once and felt his fingers slip from hers as he opened the door and left the bathroom. She flipped the switch for the fan as she fanned herself to get the red off her face. She didn't even look in the mirror as she slipped her clothes on and flung the towel on the back of the door and ran a brush through her hair. It was the fastest she had ever gotten ready in her life, well besides that one time she took a shower at Fangtasia. That wasn't fun.
She put in a hair clip to keep her hair out of her face and left the bathroom. Millie peeked around the corner to see if there were still there and either by good luck or bad they were both siting on the couch talking about something she was too far away to hear. She stepped closer and around the corner to see more of whatever they were doing. Her foot barely peeking around the corner as she watched both men talk.
Eric was slouched down on the couch holding a crystal glass full of blood, real or not Millie didn't know, and she really didn't care at the moment. What she found fascinating was that Godric was making a face at the glass like it was the worst thing in the world.
"Godric can't drink true blood." Eric stated, his eyes slowly sliding towards where she was standing.
She sighed and came out fully from around the corner and started towards them. Her bare feet pushed through the fur rug on the wooden floor. "Why can't he drink it?"
Godric's lips tilted up a little as his eyes turned towards her. Just seeing the forest green of his eyes already made her want to blush to her hair roots. "My body cannot process it like younger vampires can. Eric and I believe it is because I am too old."
Millie raised her eyebrows she sat down in the chair a crossed them; right next to the coffee table. "What in it can't you process in it?"
"Some of the synthetic compounds. My…people looked into it." Godric leaned forward and let his hands hang off his knees as he starred at her more. "They also believe my unique vampire line is also playing a factor."
Millie scouted forwards so she was closer to the glass coffee. She gentle laid on of her hands on the glass as she listened intently to what Godric was saying. She never even noticed Eric's raised eyebrow as he looked over his glass of blood. "If that was so then why can Eric drink true blood?"
Godric trailed his eyes off her face and looked down at her hand. "Eric isn't as old as I am. Eric won't be able to drink it after he reaches 2,000 years as well." He said and slowly tickled his fingers down her hand on the glass table. "Isabel has hired some Japanese scientists looking into a solution."
She felt blood rush to her face as she felt the smooth skin of his finger tips. She flicked her eyes up to his face to see him starring at her again, like he wanted to see how she reacted to his fingers touching her hand. Millie pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and looked down to his hand again, seeing it trace all her delicate digits one at a time.
"Not that I don't like seeing you making a friend, Godric, Millie, but didn't want to discuss some things?" Eric sat his glass down as he gave both her and Millie a sour puss face. Millie blushed hard before she slowly pulled her hand away. She didn't want to, and it was apparent with how slow she was pulling her hand away and Godric wasn't helping her out with this at all. He kept stroking her fingers like a beloved cat, also most like she was the most precious pet he ever owned, and not stopping at all as her hand moved towards her.
"Yes, I did." Godric said never stopping his hand form hers, which was making her very distracted. "I want to know why you thought it was a good idea to send in humans for me."
"God-AH!" Eric shouted as his hand came up to his face and touched the glass imbedded in his face.
"Seriously?!" Millie deadpanned at Godric who was holding Eric's cup, at least what wasn't planted into his protégé's face. "You're sitting on a cream couch! How am I supposed to get the blood stains out of it?!"
.Godric blinked at her while Eric moaned in pain, not making a move to dig the glass out of his face, probable because he wasn't given permission to do so. "I shall buy a new one?"
"Godric…you're so sweet…but I think it's best you let Eric get that glass out before his skin heals over it."
"…Is it necessary to continue this conversation?"
"…Yes?"
I KNOW! It's been awhile but I've been working and making money and money means I can totally buy all the True Blood dvds. I'm sorry for all the mistakes, but I COULDN'T LOOK AT THIS CHAPTER ANYMORE TO EDIT. I'M SORRY MY SWEETLINGS!
It wasn't that long of a wait was it?
Answer: Well a very big favor I could ask would be BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP in a BLEEP BLEEP. That would be so much fun.
Question: What would have happened if Sookie never realized she was a fairy?...I can say so much about this…