A/N: Godric/Tara by 'anonymous' request ... I say YES just because it is so rare.
Song: Red Light Special By TLC
Baby, it's yours
All Yours
If you want it tonight
I'll give you the red light special
All through the night
TARA POV
The moon is high in the sky as I wake up to the soft purple satin lining in my coffin. I yawn, stretch my arms and wipe my eyes out of habit. I laugh at myself for doing so.
I take my twenty-minute shower, I proceed with the enjoyable task of styling my hair and meticulously applying my makeup, just the way my Sire has taught me. After achieving my flawless vixen look, I get dressed, putting on the sexiest ensemble I could find in my endless dressers drawers of lingerie. A lace trimmed corset adorned with bow accents, a flirty peplum shape with a sexy lace-up back. I slid into the matching thong and micro mini-skirt. To complete the outfit I slipped on a pair of black thigh highs and pumps.
With one thing on my mind. I grab my coat and go.
The wind is not friendly to my hair, so I opt out of flying and vamp-speed to my destination. For the time being, I remain hidden in the shadows. I watch him remove a slender shaped wine bottle from a stainless steel bottle warmer and fill his champagne flute mid-way. Needing very little blood, he does not feed as much or often as me or any of us. So that bottle could last him a very long time.
However, my great-grandsire doesn't drink synthetic blood. No bland True-Blood for him. He only drink's the real thing. But he won't dare sink his fangs into anyone who offers. His donors are methodically screened for good health and kept on specific diets. He loves the taste of honey infused with citrus flavors.
He's shirtless, his sculpted body is covered with ancient blue runic tattoos dating from Roman times. Godric was a killer, particularly of children, he was a moral nihilist. For the first 1,000 years, the young man from Gaul lived as a violent, bloodthirsty savage with no regard for human life. As a believer in moral nihilism, Godric believed that killing someone, for whatever reason, is neither inherently right nor inherently wrong. He effectively taught his Viking progeny that there was no right or wrong, only survival, or death. However, soon after turning Nora Gainesboro, he abandoned this belief. The enormous guilt and grief made his existence turn sour on him. In later life, and as centuries went by, Godric began to sympathize with humanity and other forms of life. He came to realize that the human race's fear of vampires was well founded and that he had contributed to it.
Thus the Godric I know and love today. His amazing self-control and adoration for humans warm my non-beating heart. And for a few years, despite trying my best to suppress it. That same warmness has been traveling further south and getting hotter.
Godric picked up the glass by the body of it, "Tara, please come in and join me." He offered, making me tingle all over with that sweet serene voice of his. My face lit up and I could feel my cheeks burn as I meander over to the vampire King of Louisiana. I should have known better, that stalking shit only works on humans.
"Thank you," I reply as he pours me a glass of blood and hands it to me.
"To what do I owe this visit on a Friday night?" He asked, his gaze set on my ruby lips, watching intently as I sip on the sweet tasting plasma. I usually visit with my elder during the week when the bar is closed, so it is out of the ordinary for me to be here.
"I-I just wanted to see you," I admit in all honesty. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
What I really wanted to say was...
I'm here because I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about the way your voice sings to me. Every word sounds like a sweet lullaby. The way your lips move with every syllable is like decadent chocolate and blood seduction.
"Not at all, you are welcome in my home anytime." He turns and I watch his eyes roam over his vast bookshelf in his grand library. "I was about to pick out a book for the evening." He has the choice of over a thousand books in his enormous collection. "Would you like to make the selection this evening?"
"Yes! Sure," I answer, thankful, that I am able to fantasize and listen at the same time. My overly excited response earns me another radiant smile and he takes a seat in a majestic leather chair, propping and resting his feet on the large ottoman.
I notice his eyes appraising me and then he says, "You look beautiful tonight Tara." His complement nearly took me over the edge.
"Thank you, Godric." I breathe out in pure gratification. My lord, he's giving me a fever, oh a violent volcanic lust filled fever and I needed to be taken care of.
Badly...
"I'm in the mood for a mystery." He says to me. His melodic vocal sound vibrating into my core. I take another sip of my blood. The blood tastes ten times better than the synthetic stuff and twice as good as my favorite fang banger. I gulp the rest of it down and place the empty glass next to his by the warmer.
"Hmm, lemme see," I point and slide my fingers across the backs of Arthur Conan Doyle books because I know Sherlock Holmes books are mysteries. I stroll back and forth across the vast bookshelf, listening to my Gucci pumps click on the hardwood floors, watching Godric watch me, only to end up back where I started. I grab the book that says, 'The Valley of Fear', fitting for how I'm feeling right now. I find a space on the ottoman, handing Godric the book. He nods his approval.
But I didn't come here tonight for story time. So, just as he was about to open the book, I interrupt him.
"Godric," I say, placing my hand on his knee. He abruptly pulls his gaze from the book and sets his stunning icy blue eyes on me. I take an unnecessary gulp and say, "When I became part of the family, you encouraged me to bond with Eric and Nora."
"I did." Godric agrees, placing the book down to his side.
"No, I did." I quipped. "So now, it's our turn to bond."
Maintaining eye contact with me the entire time, he appraised me. I'm sure what I confessed, what I just proposed, stunned him. Godric has never been without words for this long.
"Pamela feared that you would not be accepted into our clan due to how you became her progeny. By bonding with Eric and Nora, this solidified any trepidation they had in welcoming you. To my pleasure, it even prompted Nora to sire a progeny of her own."
"So you're saying that you set up our vampire orgy to make sure Eric and Nora never gave me any grief?"
Godric smiled that sexy smile and nodded.
"Have you not been spoiled by Eric and adorned with affections by Nora. You and Willa are like sisters, correct…" He places his hand that I have on his knee on top of mine.
"Yes, but that still doesn't tell me why we haven't bonded," I ask knowing only Godric could untie the confusion knots in my head. "Do you not accept me into the family?"
"Of course I accept you Tara Mea, have I not shown you that." For the first time, Godric actually looks uncertain. I try to reach out but he's in his own world.
"No," I said coldly. "No, you haven't." But that was a lie. Whenever Pam was busy doing Eric's bidding, Godric was there to listen to me cry about it. When Nora and Willa were off together, it was Godric who kept me company.
The only problem was, he never seemed to notice me in the way I wanted him too. He never gazed at me the way I gaze at him. My entire soul yearned for him, around his tattooed finger, my great-grandsire has got me curled.
I stood, quickly unbuttoning my coat, shrugging it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. And after three years, I finally see what I've longed for. Godric's impossibly big cerulean eyes are peering at me with a newfound adoration. His eyes roam from my lips to my hips. His gaze is full of curiosity and lust.
"Then I shall make it up to you Tara, tonight we shall know each other in every way imaginable."
