Pairing: Godric/OC
Warnings: None for this chapter.
Disclaimer: 'The Southern Vampire Mysteries' books belong to Charlaine Harris and True Blood belongs to Alan Ball. Only the original characters are mine.
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So I thought I'd explain Madison's Gift in full so that you understand it abit better, before you scroll down and read Chapter 3:D
First, there's lots of different kind of emotions in the world. So Madison has yet to sense them all.
Empath: Madison can ability to feel other's emotions and change them. She senses emotions from a distance and up close. She can shut off her power, much like Sookie can, if she concentrates and relaxes. Sometimes it's harder for her to do, if shes spends alot of time in a full room.
Humans: Madison can sense human emotions from a distance or up close. She has to make physical contact with human in order to change their emotions. But not all the time. She can accidentally projected emotions from herself - i.e. If there's a certain amount of people feeling angry then she will become angry too and projected that feeling to the people around her.
Vampires: It's harder for Madison to sense vampires emotions - if she can at all. She has to make physical contact with vampire in order to change their emotions. 90% of the time, it won't work, since there dead. Sometimes it depends on the age of a vampire. But they have to be very very old for it to not to work at all, which you find out more in upcoming chapters. If a vampire is feeling a certain weakness - i.e sorrow then she can feel it, because a vampire is showing his/her a weakness.
Others: Supernatural - She has to concentrate hard.
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Chapter Three
After Eric left, I decided to ignore Isabel's warning and do some eavesdropping.
So I went to the cupboard under the stairs.
You're probably wondering how on earth I could eavesdrop from here, but let me explain.
The house was freezing- I notice that if you twist a heating vent you get hot air, but you can also hear what's going on in other rooms.
One day I was sitting in the Parlour freezing, - like usual, since vampire don't feel the cold - I remember seeing a heater upstairs that has a vent that connected to all the rooms in the house. I went over and twisted the vent latch, hot air blow through, but not the only thing, as the voices of Godric, Isabel and Stan voices floated through; I could hear them talking about punishment for some vampire that had fed from others human. I'm not even going to tell you what Stan had planned.
Since that day I've gone through the house listening and pin pointing which vent lead to where. So that's why I choose to come here, this certain little vent, leads straight to Isabel's room. I hate listening into private conversation of others - I wouldn't like it very much if someone did that to me - but no-one's telling me anything, so this is the only way to know.
Pulling the vent latch, Isabel voice floated through "We'll go to the hotel, and inform Mr. Compton and Miss Stackhouse, that you be accompanying Miss Stackhouse as her husband to be."
"Are you sure that will work?"
"Yes, even now people of a church, they have a way of not trusting a woman when she's absent a man. With you there, Sookie will be less likely to arouse suspicion."
"Alright, lets me grab my coat and keys, then we can go." Hugo agreed.
Letting the latch go, I rushed back to the kitchen. As I couldn't go up the stairs encase I bumpt into Isabel. Known her she'd think I was eavesdropping at the door and plan on tying me up as well as locking me up.
I took a deep breath as I tried to slow down my heart rate. Footsteps near the door, as looked up I saw Hugo entering.
"Oh, hey there," he said, a nervous smile playing on his lips.
Hugo was always like this with me. I'm nice to him, but for some reason he's always nervous with me. His behaviour seemed off, more so than normal. His emotions were all over the place, jumping from fear, anxiety, and something else I have felt yet. I frowned. Why is he feeling guilty? I understand the fear and anxiety. I would be feeling that too, if I had to go into that church with a bunch of crazy. But what with the guilt? What could be feeling guilty about? And what was the other feeling I was getting from him? Before I could ask, Isabel came in.
"I thought I told you to go to your room?"
"I'm just heading up," I huffed out, raising the glass, I used earlier, "Had to get a glass of water first."
Turning my attention back to Hugo, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," He answered to quickly, clearly his throat. I narrowed my eyes at him as I could sense that he was lying. Hugo looked away from me, rushing to the backdoor, lifting the car keys that hung on the hoops at the side, "Isabel, we must be off."
"You, head out to the car," Isabel told Hugo, "I want to make sure Madison goes straight up stairs."
Hugo left quickly, like something was on fire. What the hell is up with him?
Turning my attention back to Isabel.
"Please, please don't lock me up again." I begged, "I promise not to leave the house, but please don't lock me up."
Isabel took a moment, regarding me before answering, "Fine."
"Woohoo," I squealed with delight, throwing my arms around her. Oh, thank God for that. I think I would go crazy staying locked in that room any longer. Especially without Godric there.
Isabel laughed at my actions before slowly pulling me off her, looking at me she said, "But, I will have Paolo look out."
The smile from my face vanished.
"Aw, come on! I'm 20 years old, not 5. I don't need a babysitter." I whined, like the grown up that I am, "Beside Paolo is really boring."
"Shall I have Stan watch you instead," She smirked at me.
"Uh, no. I guess Paolo would do." I mumbled. At least Paolo would leave me to my own thing. But Stan was take great pleasure in annoying me.
"Goodnight, Maddie." Isabel said before closing the back door.
"Night," I called back, knowing she would hear me.
Paolo entered the back, lowering and raising his head quickly, in acknowledgment.
I did that same, then turned walking out of the room, "I'm going to the Library, before heading off to bed."
I heard a grunted from him, as the door swung shut.
The library is the only place I like to relax in. Books covered three side of the walls, in the middle of the wall, facing the door stood a fireplace. Lighting the fireplace I walked over to the wall on the right, trying to take my mind off of everything, hoping that there will be news soon. I picked a book out, not caring what it was and sat on the old white vintage couch that was in the middle of the room.
Two hours Later
I slammed the book shut, huffing as I got up. I couldn't concentrate on the stupid thing. I looked at the clock above the fire place. It read 4:37am. Why aren't they back yet?
I sighed, place the book back, I left the library and headed upstairs and to my room.
I made my way to the bathroom that was attached to the far end of the room. I bushed my teeth and put my hair up. God knows I hate hair in my mouth, when I wake up.
Changing into pyjamas, I left the bathroom, crawling into the bed,
I sighed deeply as Godric scent was still present in the room, swirling around me. I dug deeper into the bed, hugging the pillows.
Tears slowly slip down my cheek. Wishing he could be in my arms, instead of a pillow.
Something was really off about Hugo. Something inside was telling me it wasn't good. Was my last thought before sleep over took me.
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I lazily opened my eyes, looking at the clock it read 7:10pm.
I woke up later than I would have like. Living with vampire, I seemed to sleep during the day and get up at night.
Stretching as I got up, I walked over to my dresser, and got some clean clothes and underwear, before rushing into the bathroom, to take a hot shower.
After my shower I got ready, blowing my hair. I headed towards the door, and was thankful that it opened.
I was astonished that Isabel had kept her word and not locked me in again. Not like it would have done her much good, seeing how I could just pick the lock again.
When I got downstairs, I noticed Stan sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper. His head snapped up as I enter.
"Hey, there blood bag." Stan sneered at me.
"Hey, leech." I sneered looking at him with a glare. I hated it when he called me that. Almost as much as him hating being called leech.
Now, any normal person would run and hide from someone like Stan. Stan was not someone to get angry. He has no tolerance for humans. If I didn't have my gift, I would be terrified of having Stan's attention on me. Sometimes we got on, other time we didn't, especially if Godric wasn't around. I'd been lucky enough not to have to deal with Stan, being locked in my room and all.
Stan growled at me, throwing the newspaper now, "You'll regret saying that."
"Try it." I smirked at him.
Stan was just about to lunged at me, but stop when Isabel came into the room.
"I'm heading over to the hotel," Isabel announced, looking at Stan, "Eric wants to go to the FOTS, to see if he could find any evidence of Godric being there. I said I would accompany him."
"Isn't that what Hugo and Miss Stackhouse where going there for?"
Isabel having just noticed me in the room turned to me, rising an eyebrow at me, "And how would you know that?"
Uh oh!
"I told her," Stan spoke up from the side.
Both Isabel and I, looked at Stan in shock. Isabel shocked because 'he told me' and me shocked because he lied for me.
Stan continued, before Isabel could start telling him off, "She has every right to know. Beside I don't see the harm in telling her. Now she can stop projecting worry to everyone." I wasn't aware I was doing it.
"If you going to the hotel, I'll come too. Got a buisness meeting with the hotel manger about the problem with a vamp last week."
Isabel nodded at him, turning to leave I rushed towards her.
"Can I come, too?" I pleaded, pouting childishly at her, knowing she couldn't resist it. "Please, I promise to be good."
"Fine," Isabel reluctantly agreed, "But no funny business or I'll bring you straight back. Get it?
"Got it" I replied.
"Good. Lets go now."
Collecting my coat from the closet, I turned and walked into what felt like a wall. Looking up I saw Stan looming over me.
"Air vents, huh?"
"I have no idea, what you're talking about." I calmly said. Damn. How did he find out? Stan was a sneaking bastard, I'll give him that.
Stepping to the side, I tired to get away for him, but he grabbed my arm before I get anywhere. "Sure you do," his grip got tighter, "And if I ever catch you doing that to me, I'll make you wish you were never born. Not even Godric could protected you." Well at least he's not going to tell on me. Well I hope he's not.
"Whatever you say, Stan," placing my hand on his arm, sending pain at him.
He released me, letting out a howl of pain. Rage quickly filling his aura. I sprinted out the house and jumped into the passager seat of the car.
Stan jumped into the backseat, mumbling something I couldn't understand.
Isabel give me a look that said 'what was that about?'. I give her a cheeky grin and strugged by shoulder. 'Forget about it'.
Shaking her head at me, she started the car and headd off the hotel.
As we got to the lobby, Eric came out of the elevator. Not looking please as he looked over to see Stan and I,
"What are they doing here?" Eric asked Isabel, but focusing his eyes on me, sending a shiver through me. Why was I getting this reaction from him looking me?
"They're not coming with us." He stated, turning his attention away from me to Isabel.
"Of course not," Isabel agreed, "Stan has some business to do here and Madison wanted to come."
"Good, lets go." He said turning away from us, heading outside.
"Stay out of trouble." Isabel said to me then turning to Stan, "keep an eye on her."
"Yes, ma'am" Stan said sarcastically, making both Isabel and I glare at him, for different reasons.
I watched as Isabel left the hotel, leaving me with an obnoxious Stan. Great!
I hope they will back soon with some news.
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