Don't You Wanna Stay?
A/N: Just a reminder that Seren is an ancient of the Irish variety and unless otherwise stated she speaks with a heavy Irish lilt. On with the meeting between Godric and Seren…
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's.
Three
"Fuck!"
As the chain-link cage door slammed shut behind Seren and the limp form of Sookie, Seren grabbed the metal and rattled it hard enough to shake the cage, cursing all the while.
Fucking fate. There's only so much she can do to help Sookie, some events have to occur for her young friend to live out her destiny.
Unfortunately for them both keeping captured is one of those things. Listening that whole time to what the "good" Reverend Newlin and his meathead sidekick Gabe have planned for them both…and then not wiping them off the face of the Earth took supreme control on her part. It took Sookie longer to catch, she is still too unfocused in her skills, too distracted by the random thoughts to lock onto the important ones sometimes.
A groan came from her charge and Seren whirled to tend to her, noticing for the first time their company inside the metal cage.
In the far left corner huddled a wretched, trembling human male. The stink of his fear wafted into the air, polluting it for Seren's delicate senses. It is a bouquet unique to a singular type of cowardice: traitors.
Snorting as he began whimpering, she tends to her blonde friend.
"Sookie. Sookie. Wakey wakey little one."
Groaning Sookie sits up and places one hand against her throbbing temple. Apparently she didn't have enough Eric in her to heal her wounds. Pity. A headache is the last thing she needs right now.
Snapping her eyes open she stares over at the huddled form with a look of utter disdain.
"Tá a ainm Hugo, tá sé leannán Isabel ar. Thug sé dóibh Godric toisc nach mbeidh sí ag dul dó." (His name is Hugo, he is Isabel's lover. He gave them Godric because she won't turn him.) Sookie hissed to Seren in Gaelic.
"Eric ag dul a cuimilt dó i bpíosaí beag." (Eric is going to tear him into little pieces.)
They share a look of complete understanding over the sentiment. All of this because your lover likes keeping you as a walking blood bank? Then he should've chosen with more care. Or not gotten involved with vampires in the first place. Foolishness.
"What's going to happen now?" Sookie asked as she moved to sit on a stack of boxes, watching Seren pace. The seraph doesn't do well in confinement.
"Eric will come for you at dusk, we just have to wait it out. But…" She trails off remembering the Reverend's instructions. "I think they're going to split us up before that. If that's the case you go with Eric. Get out. I can handle myself."
"What makes you say that?" Seren has her worried with her ominous orders.
"The Reverend gave orders for me to be given to Godric…like a pre-bonfire snack."
Sookie shudders at that. They know nothing about Godric except that he's exceptionally old and well-thought-of by his subjects in Area Nine and Eric. That's it. For all they know he could be a monster of massive proportions. And Seren bound herself to bringing him out safely when she joined Sookie in this endeavor.
She won't be able to use her lethal skills against a powerful, unknown vampire. Sookie rubs her arms as she felt a chill wash over her. If they do take her to Godric it could be a death sentence. Even an ancient seraph could have problems fending off an ancient vampire who's likely been starved and is in bloodlust. Especially without being able to use her wings to escape or her powers to kill.
Both of their heads snap around at the sound of feet on the stairs. When the sound reached the giant waste of human skin in one corner he began sniffling more quietly. He's not completely without a sense of self-preservation then. Not that anything will save him once Eric gets his hands on him.
After an indistinguishable amount of time the hulking form of Gabe came over to the cage and eyed both woman with something caught between disgust and lust.
Ewww.
"Blind bitch." He called out. "Move over towards the door."
Again making conspicuous use of the cane still in one hand, Seren tapped her way to the cage wall and over to the door he opened, barely restraining a wince when he grabbed her bruised arm in a punishing grip. Oh, well. What she gets for not healing her wounds from her last job before coming to Dallas to help her friend.
Waiting patiently she watches as he shuts and locks the door behind her and then hauls her further into the depths beneath the church.
The further they moved away from Sookie the stronger the earlier sense of something old, wounded, and just plain tired grew. They really were planning on giving up a supposedly "innocent" woman to a vampire because a meathead wants to rape and kill Sookie. Happy day. And they say vampires are the monsters.
At least the vampires don't pretend to be anything but bloodthirsty and lustful. They don't put on a pair of white gloves and proclaim themselves saints before slitting someone's throat for "the greater good"…well…Sophie Anne might. She's crazy like that.
Seren has never been a fan of turning teenagers. Their brains never fully develop and remain stunted for year after year. The rare one will gain wisdom and insight after centuries but most stay in their impulse induced hormonal cocktail of insanity.
Sure you could get Caesar who was impressive even as a child. But more often you wind up with a Sophie Anne.
Gabe opened a solid silver door before shoving roughly inside. It was like he was afraid a sleeping vampire would suddenly wake up and rip out his throat. Climbing to her feet from where she fell into the room Seren saw why he was so afraid.
Godric is awake in the middle of the day.
"What is this?" He questioned Gabe in a soft voice that is no less powerful for being quiet. Seren closed her eyes and let his power wash over her. Yes. This truly was a vampire with the weight of ages upon him.
Sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of his twin sized cot, Godric cocked his head at the human male at the door. A rough, rude creature but never before one so stupid as to feed him.
"The Reverend said to give her to you. So here she is." With that he slammed the door shut, glad to have that duty behind him. Now he only had to finish taking care of a few things up top before he could enjoy himself with the pretty blonde fangbanger.
Deep brown doe eyes. Seren was fascinated. Vampires shouldn't have doe eyes. It's just not right.
"I am sorry you've been caught up in this." Godric spoke to the lovely creature thrust so abruptly into his cell. All he wants is to be done. But the world it seems is never content to just let him rest. He studied the woman before him as she seemed to return his regard behind her sunglasses. Why would a human need sunglasses inside? They never fail to baffle him.
Seren took a deep breath before removing her sunglasses and tucking them away. Somehow she knows her secret will be safe with this one. She doesn't care for vampires in general…but one-on-one sometimes they aren't so bad. She smiles as she studies him without the shield, recalling her earlier thoughts on turning teens.
He must've been all of sixteen when he was turned. A man back in those days…and a warrior if she remembers her Gaulish tattoos correctly after all these years. Tousled brown hair surrounds a face that would put her angelic cousins to shame. He's lean and lithe she noted as he stood, stretching to his full height as he moved closer to study her eyes.
Cocking her head in turn she allowed him his inspection, appreciating that he doesn't tower over her to the point of ridiculousness like his progeny Eric. About five-ten she estimates. Perfect. A voice long silent inside her purred. Shocked she told her inner instincts to shut up.
No lusting over suicidal vampires. She scolds herself. That's just asking for trouble.
So give him something to live for. Her primal instincts purr as she feels a warmth course through her veins.
Shut. Up.
"What are you?" Godric breathes, enthralled by the creature before him.
Rolling her eyes at the question that routinely gets thrown at herself and Sookie, Seren stripped off the floor length sundress revealing her favorite ass-kicking clothes: solid black leather pants and a cropped, backless vest that shows off her back and a wide strip of stomach with matching flat-heeled leather boots. Crouching down she removes a pair of daggers from the top of the boots and holsters them at her hips for easier access. Studying the door she places one hand on the inner portion of the door opposite the lock and focused with her powers.
Hearing the "click" that told her the door is now open she throws a teasing glance at the vampire, noticing his fangs had extended following her little striptease.
"Coming?" She asks laughing. "We can revisit your apology and your question later once a bunch of religious fanatics aren't planning on turning you into bar-be-que."
*x*x*x*x*
Godric follows the enthralling creature out into the dreary hallway below the church. The lower levels are a labyrinthine maze designed to cost precious time during an attack or escape attempt. Staring at the smooth pearlescent skin of the female's back he felt a tingle of…interest in another being besides his child for the first time in centuries. Thinking swiftly he tried to place her eyes. He knows he's seen something like them before but it was back when he was still a young vampire, parting the fog the many years between then and now is an arduous task.
He felt his fangs begin to descend once again as he eyes that creamy patch of skin above the band of her leather pants. The curve of a woman's lower back has always appealed to him as in ages past it was a sight restricted to a lover's eyes.
Hearing something distressing he reached out and brought her to a stop with one slender hand on her shoulder. Ignoring the static that shot between them at the touch he spoke.
"I hear a woman's screams."
Seren sucked in a breath, feeling the bond between them. Now isn't the time for this…complication.
"Go." She said, motioning towards the stairs leading up to the first basement level. The sun hasn't quite set, Eric would still be trapped in his hotel and unable to rescue her friend from Gabe's less-than-tender attentions.
"And you?" Concern leached into his voice, unsure of her capabilities. The Fellowship of the Sun may be strictly human but fanatic of any race tend to be the most dangerous opponents you can face.
Seren shoots him a crooked grin that just edges into dangerous. "Don't worry about me, vaimpír. I have other duties just now."
Like destroying the Fellowship's cache of munitions and saving Jason's dumbass neck from the trouble he's gotten himself into over a pretty face. Again. His scent was all over the minister's wife.
Nodding at him she spins and follows the scent of gun oil and silver.
Blinking Godric shakes his head and uses his vampire speed to blast open the cage door where Gabe has a battered young human pinned down about to be violated.
Grabbing him by the neck with one hand, watching him struggle pitilessly. Even as a human man rape was a foul act beneath him. One thing that turning into a vampire never changed for him.
"Godric! It's me, Gabe!" The panicked, choked plea hissed from the waste of flesh he still held. Studying the pretty, if abused, woman struggling to remain conscious at his feet he absently snaps Gabe's neck.
Frowning he crouches down and sniffs her as she struggles to cover herself with her ripped dress. Eric. She smells of Eric. Shaking his head he gives a sigh, casting a contrite look at her as he helps her to her feet.
"You should not have come."
Sounds of shouting and cries came from above them as Sookie turns to look at the doorway.
"Eric." She breathes.
Smiling Godric closes his eyes, sending a call to his child.
"I am here, my child. Come."
Eric speeds into the cage, staring in wonder at his Maker.
"Godric." He says kneeling and bowing his head.
Sookie stares on in wonder. Who is Godric to Eric that the supremely arrogant, playboy Viking vampire would kneel at his feet and speak to him in utter reverence?
"You're a fool for sending humans after me." Godric rebukes his child. Though the beauty he left in the tunnels below him is something more than human, of that he is certain.
"I had no choice." Eric says, keeping his eyes lowered. "These savages, they seek to destroy you." Raising his head he looks up at his Maker.
"I'm aware of what they have planned." He says quietly. "This one betrayed you." He points to Hugo's unconscious form.
"He's with the Fellowship." Sookie says, holding herself. "They set a trap for us."
"How long has it been since you fed?" Eric asks, worried.
"I require very little blood, anymore."
Sirens and lights begin flashing and Godric stares towards the door. "Save the human."
"I am not leaving your side." Eric shakes his head.
Annoyed Godric frowns at this child. "I can take care of myself." He hisses.
"We have to go." Sookie interrupts what could only dissolve into an argument as she rushes over to the vampires.
"Spill no blood on your way out. Go."
*x*x*x*x*
After his child and Eric's human left the basement, Godric set out to track the other female, following her through the tunnels. As he tracked her he came across several burned out storerooms…but no sign of fire.
What is she?
Invigorated by the mystery that is his nameless would-be rescuer, Godric tracked her relentlessly, finally coming up behind her as she listed to the activity in the sanctuary below.
"Man of God my ass," Seren whispers to herself as Newlin has Eric chained with silver to an alter and threatens to tie Sookie to him to burn as well.
"Indeed." Godric agrees as she whirls to face him, silver knife extended and ready to throw.
With a sigh he listens as his nest and some strange Southern vampire break into the sanctuary and attack.
"Would you like to break this up or shall I?" He asks the mysterious creature as she leans against the wall.
"By all means," Seren waves towards the tableau below them. "My interventions tend to be of the fatal variety. I'll see you back at your nest. Try to keep your child from killing Compton, that one belongs to me."
