It's such a pain in the ass to type out "Waxaklahun Ubah Kan" as many times as it is used in this chapter, lmao. What an obnoxious name for an equally as obnoxious character.
Sammy – Hmm maybe they will? We shall see very soon.
Gaaras – My chapters are usually set up in terms of scenes and not length, that's probably why they seem so short. I compare it to the actual show True Blood, how its split into a bunch of different subplots and at the end you still don't feel like its been enough? Yeah that's how I write haha. After a scene is over, I stop for fear of going overboard with babbling, which can get pretty stupid in a fanfiction lmao. Thank you for loving my shortness nonetheless, a faithful reader thou art :)
Franky – I know they're quite a doozy, but I didn't want Mayans with the names Bob and Joe, because that wouldn't make any sense lmao. I noticed how the tattoo just disappeared, poor attention to detail on their part =/ This story actually stemmed from that tattoo alone.
Drow – Thanks! Here is your updateee :)
DarkAngel – for realllllllll, who would've thought he'd get caught up in this mess. =X
Emily - Waxaklahun Ubah Kan is pronounced waex-ah-klah-hahn oo-bah kahn , and it is another name of Kukulkan. Same god, but later on they changed his name in the Mayan culture (I don't have a clue why). So I took it as an upgrade in his power, lol.
In the silence of the dark night that fell in the forest, Crystal lay upon the ground, staring up at the moon in a state of shock and fear. She hadn't stopped crying, until she felt like a switch had been flipped on inside of her. She silenced herself, closing her eyes against her will, and she felt him…she felt Godric. He was in pain, he was struggling, he was in danger, and the message splayed across her brain like an LED light.
Her lids flew open, and she felt herself drift off into the moonlight, and her body burned to the core like poison was being shot into her bloodstream. Her limbs began to vibrate viciously and she grabbed handfuls of the dry leaves underneath her, writhing back and forth, trying to fight off whatever was consuming her.
"Crystal, listen to me." She spoke aloud, in a voice much deeper than the one she inhibited. She refused to give in and thrust her body against a tree, screaming for the pain to stop. "Crystal…"
"NO!" She fell to the ground and threw her head back, emitting a fearsome growl. Suddenly her body stilled, and she stood up slowly.
"It is I, your ancestor from long ago. I am not here to harm you, I am here to guide you." Her mouth continued to move as the voice was expelled from her.
"I cannot help you much, but one thing for certain is that you must return to your village in Campeche. Do not show fear, it entices those around you. I leave you with one last piece of wisdom; my child Godric—, who has now become your responsibility and your own, is in vast danger in Kukulkan's hands. Your first instinct will be to rescue him, but you must under no circumstances, give in to this. It is your weak spot, I know this, and Kukulkan knows this. Your purpose is to kill Kukulkan, not protect Godric. Go, your time runs out quickly." As soon as the words left her lips, she broke into a run until she reached Calvin's body. Almost emotionless, she snatched the car keys from his left pocket and stepped back, giving him one last look before rushing back to his car and burning rubber to get to her home.
"There was an obvious struggle here." Stan said in observation as he walked around the bedroom. The wall was broken, carpeting was torn, and tables were smashed. It looked like a murder scene.
"Thank you for restating what we are already aware of Stan. I cannot place the scent of the vampires that have left; we must call in outside help." Isabel responded, her voice shaky as she scoped out the room herself.
"No, it was outsiders that did this. Something wasn't right about that girl from the other night, and now look what happened!" Stan bellowed, his fists curled.
"The girl had nothing to do with this." Isabel said at once.
"How the hell do you know? You don't know her; heck none of us met her until we had that ridiculous human celebration!" He argued.
Isabel was tired of his countless accusations without evidence. "Godric trusts her, therefore she is innocent."
"Well little miss innocent ain't nowhere to be found, and neither is our Sheriff, so how do you explain that?"
"I am going to call Eric. He needs to know his Maker has been kidnapped."
"Eric Northman? He's all the way in Shreveport, by the time he gets here Godric could be dead! Plus, he can't do anything!"
"He is not in Shreveport, he is at Hotel Carmilla and his flight is scheduled for tomorrow morning." Isabel said in a final tone, leaving the room briskly, her heels clicking one after the other in an urgent stride.
Crystal slammed the car door and ran into her house, taking nearly four steps at a time as she ran up into her bedroom. She pulled out her duffel bag and began stuffing all of her old reservation clothes inside, leaving out all of her modern clothes. Her lengthy drive had given her ample time to think, and she knew her first step was to get to Campeche and blend in.
She grabbed the laptop that sat upon her dresser, and searched for plane tickets. Her leg shook anxiously as she executed the first time she saw, which gave her about an hour to leave. As she closed the laptop, she heard a slam outside her window and jumped in fear, only to see Eric.
She walked over to her window and opened it, leaning onto the sill, "Eric I can't deal with you right now."
"Where is Godric?" He asked with a menacing growl.
"Godric is none of my concern right now." She lied, almost wincing at the mention of his name. She needed to find him, but she wasn't allowed to. She couldn't.
"He is entirely of my concern, where is Godric?" He asked, his fangs now bared as he raised his voice in anger. Crystal closed her eyes tightly before punching the wall in frustration.
"Godric has been taken by Waxaklahun Ubah Kan, an evil serpent god of war. I'm on my way to kill him." She explained in a rush.
"I will come with you." He said at once.
"No the fuck you won't." She argued and he snarled as though he were about to attack her.
"Yes, I will." He repeated.
"Eric, no. I refuse to let you get involved, you will be killed."
"You expect to kill an evil serpent god? You are a weak girl, I will have a far better chance than you—"
Crystal screamed, "Listen to me you fucking bull-headed vampire…this god is responsible for my powers, he's the fucking reason why Godric was turned…don't think you are the only one that cares for him because I am the descendant of his Maker. Yes, Eric, he's my child. Those marks on your chest are from me, and if you were here earlier you would see I can do a hell of a lot more damage when I'm pissed off…and I'm sure you don't want to face that. So get your shit and go the fuck back to wherever you came from." She was inches from his face and in seconds he had disappeared.
It hurt her to have to be so aggressive towards him when she knew his concern for his Maker was tearing him apart inside, but it was all she could do to get him to leave her alone.
Crystal threw her duffle bag over her shoulder and ran from her room, but not before being met with her mother, who stood at the bottom of the stairs looking solemn with a suede bag in her hands.
"Fuck…" Crystal muttered. She was hoping to slip past her mother and father this evening.
Maria sniffled; her eyes were red as though she had been crying only moments before. She handed Crystal the bag and walked away with her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Her daughter shook off her concern and ran for the car, getting inside with a scream of terror.
"Eric! Why are you—"
"If you honestly thought I was going to sit around and wait on you to save Godric, you are more stupid than I had imagined." He sat back in the passenger's seat and looked out of the window.
"I'm not—" She started to correct him…she was not saving Godric, she was killing Waxaklahun Ubah Kan.
"Look, Crystal." Eric gave her a hard stare, "If you truly can kill this—serpent god, the fact is you cannot protect yourself all the time. You must rest, and enemies will await the moment you close those pretty little green eyes of yours, and then they will attack. Unless you have a death wish, you will allow me to come with you."
"Eric you don't give a fuck about me, you just want to come for Godric." She revved up the vehicle, but when she felt his gaze still resting upon her, she looked over at him.
"At least you are partially correct."
"Godric…" A voice came from the shadows, "It has been too long." The body attached to the voice emerged forward, pulling his beaded hood down to reveal his face. As Godric lay on a stone floor, weakened by pounds of heavy silver chains, he lifted his head to see a horrifying being, it was Kukulkan but now his eyes were longer, like cat eyes, all of his teeth were sharpened like reptile teeth, and he had a split tongue. His skin was black like the darkest of night skies, and his hands resembled talons. Now Godric understood why he was known as Waxaklahun Ubah Kan, rather than his old name.
"What? You have nothing to say to me after over two thousand years of distance?" The demon asked, circling his victim. Godric was silent. "Ah, just as stubborn as you were when you were a boy I see." Waxaklahun Ubah Kan grabbed Godric by his face, his talons burning into the younger vampire's skin so greatly that he could not help but to cry out in pain.
Finally, the demon released his hold, his thin lips folding back over his sharp teeth in what was a nightmarish recreation of a smile. "I would love to kill you, Godric. But, your presence will lure a very valuable girl to me, and I would much rather kill her while you watch…I find that idea very—erotic."
Godric snarled in disgust, "If you lay a hand on Crystal—"
"What will you do? Are you going to kill me?" Waxaklahun Ubah Kan threw his head back in a shrieking laughter that echoed through the halls of the temple they were in. "My, two thousand years has instilled unwavering courage within you as well! You always were tough; I should have made you my own. You would be pleased to know that I did not kill your Maker, Cren Xa, by my own hands. No, I save these hands for those worth killing—" He ran a claw down the side of Godric's face, "I did enjoy watching him burn at the break of dawn though."
Godric moved his face away, he could not struggle, and he could not fight. He felt worthless. "What do you want with her? With Crystal?"
"Her blood has powers that one like me can only dream of. I will drink her dry and then burn her flesh as my sacrifice." He looked up at the ceiling, imagining the scene with desire. "Have you tasted her blood yet?" He looked down at Godric, who refused to look him in the face, as that was the only defiance he was able to provide.
"No." Godric lied.
"Oh?" Waxaklahun Ubah Kan asked, before dragging his sharp talon along the side of Godric's body. He raised the tip to his own mouth and lapped up the dripping blood. "I do not tolerate dishonesty. Her presence is fresh within you, must have been recent."
"I have not wanted to kill anyone for many centuries now. But you have quickly brought forth my desire for death. If I do not kill you, I hope I can watch as someone else does…" Godric turned his head to the demon that listened intently and gave a small, challenging half smile before mocking Waxaklahun Ubah Kan's earlier comment, "…now that would be erotic."
And at once, Waxaklahun Ubah Kan swiped his talons upon Godric's chest in rage.