This is the first chapter and I just want everyone to know that I will be posting like every three days and they'll be about this legnth, maybe a bit longer if school doesn't get in the way. :)
"Let me in." A voice said, right outside a little girl's window, on the highest floor in the tallest tower.
"Didn't have to try and glamour me, I would've let you in anyways…" The tiny girl remarked, opening the wall window up to see a tall blonde Viking-like Vampire. He was floating in mid-air and shuffled into the little room.
The room had a wardrobe, a canopy bed, a desk with colored pencils and many notebooks and a wall bookcase on the opposite side, stacked to the brim with books. The Vampire glanced around his new surroundings as the girl sat at her desk, colored pencil in hand. "I knew you'd be coming," she murmured, holding up the drawing of himself, "I saw you in my dream."
"How so?" The only reason he had come was because he smelt something he has never smelt before. The mansion was on the edge of Dallas, Texas, away from all the other suburbs. "What is your name, young one?"
She giggled at the question and glided to the unnoticed music player underneath her canopy bed. "Why, sir, I am no younger then you, and you are well over 1000 years old. My name is Payton and I am 2,000 years old. Tell me, what made you come here?" She ignored his question and he would've ignored hers had he not been questioning himself on the matter.
"I honestly do not know. I smell strawberries dipped in chocolate and something I do not recall." She nodded and hopped onto the bed, facing him, with a book she had grabbed with super speed. She flipped thru the book with such easiness even though there was a Vampire in her bedroom and no one to hear her.
"Here we are…" Payton muttered, guiding her finger to the word. The word was 'Prophecy.' "Oh… So, you are him. I am she." He looked nonplussed. She held the cover up and looked at him expectantly but he still held the blank look. She sighed and asked his name,
"Eric Northman, Vampire Sheriff of Area 5, 1149 years old next week." She nodded and motioned him onto the bed.
"Well, Eric Northman. I am an Angel. Fallen straight from God and Heaven and such. I was plopped onto the Earth more then 2000 years ago. Each Angel has a Service and we all eventually find them. We are frozen at the age we figure this out. My Service died 1119 years ago, with you. My old Service was Ionic, a old Scandinavian warrior. He was actually your war mate, he died right before Death came. I had flee-d before you turned and also before Death heard me."
I traveled with Death for 300 years before he left one night before villagers found me. I have never seen him again and it aggravates me every day. The prophecy states that all Service's will be Human except for one, one will be Vampire. His Guider, aka me, will be in a girl body but wise with age. She will meet her lover the night she meets her Service. Both lover and Service will be Vampire and after meeting her will not longer be effecting my sun or silver. Stakes still harm them and they still fall asleep during the day but you shall not burn and you do not get the 'bleeds'. Sounds like a good deal, hm?" He nodded and strode to the bookcase.
"So, if you are my Guider, you shall meet your lover tonight. Does that prophecy of yours state anything else about that?" Eric's fingers traced over some of the covers, written in languages even he did not understand.
"Yes, actually. Ha! It states that it will be someone in your family. Vampire, most likely, I doubt you carried on the human Northman legacy. No offense. Any relatives I should know of?" He nodded to say 'non taken' and ran over the names of his family in his mind.
"Pam, my daughter. Godric, my father, and Camilla, my sister." I nodded and grasped my bed sheets in my hand. My tank top was suddenly very uncomfortable. I pulled my tank top over my neck and ignored Eric's stares as I groaned and bent my back. The pain went away and I stretched out my shoulders, the wings flapping around the room.
"Tell me, Eric. What color are my wings?" My wings are normally pure white, but I've learned from my other Angel friends that wings turn black (like nightfall) after finding your Service. After seeing your lover and service, your wings turn a gray color with black and white feathers scattered.
"Pitch black. Why? Oh, can you get a shirt on?" I laughed and bounced to the wardrobe, pulling on another black tank top with cuts to let the wings out to match my wings and black skinny jeans.
"Because, not only does that mean I'm awesome but, ha-ha, that means I met my Service in the last 20 minutes and you and I were the only people here. And, that, means that I need to move in with you, wherever you are, to help/protect you." He looked really confused but I took out a small suitcase and stuffed in with skinny jeans, tank tops, skater shoes and hooded jackets with one leather jacket.
"Uh… Ok?" I checked the time and it was only 11:46 so we had plenty of time until the end of the night. He saw what time it was and automatically stood. "I was heading somewhere to meet someone so you shall come too. We are heading to a friend's house in Dallas. Come, Payton."
I followed Eric out of the window with my suitcase in my arms. Eric was flying (totally floating, not flying, he didn't have wings or look like superman at all) and I was flying as well but of course, we went over this, I have wings. We stopped right outside of a simple house so I tucked in my wings, put on a black zip up hooded sweatshirt with a black leather jacket over that.
"Eric, thank goodness you're here. Oh, who is this?" A Hispanic woman opened the door and I dropped my duffle bag and stuck my hand out.
"This is Payton, she will be helping to look for Godric." The women nodded and let us into the almost all white house. Inside was a blonde human woman, brown haired Vampire standing beside her, Vampire wearing a cowboy outfit and one more Vampire, except a woman, with red hair and a frown upon her face.
"She does not smell Human!" The lady-Vampire retorted as she sniffed the air.
"Camilla, calm yourself. She is mine, you may not touch her." I giggled at the 'mine' part, because in actuality he is mine. "Payton, this is Camilla, my sister. Isabelle, Godric's right hand man, Stan, his left hand man. Bill Compton, Vampire that resides in my area and Sookie Stackhouse, his telepath Human." She gasped, huh, guess that information doesn't get shared often.
"Eric! How do we know we can trust her?" The human yelled at Eric. I growled and stepped in front of him, my fingers clenching and unclenching periodically.
"Look, Human, just trust him and I! You may have known him longer then I have but I can feel his every emotion. Don't doubt me when I say he wants to tear you apart-and not in a good way- right now." That seemed to knock some sense into her. Sure, I couldn't feel his every emotion but I did get a sense of it because he was my Service. The longer I know him, the more of his emotions I can feel.
"Sookie, calm down. I'm sure she can be trusted." It took all I had not to go 'sook-eh.' like he had, ha-ha, thank God for accents to make fun of. I nodded and plopped down on the white couch, contrasting greatly with my black outfit.
I blanked out for a little while, entranced by the fire. Each Angel was gifted with an element and mine was fire so it always had my attention. I had it my hand, making it larger and smaller, snapping my finger and making it appear, flicking it to make it dance in my hand. No one noticed and I didn't pay attention till Eric walked out. I jumped up, grabbed our bags and followed him outside.
"Oh, yeah, sure Eric. I can totally grab our bags, no problem." I muttered as I took off my leather jacket and sweatshirt and tucked them in between the handles on my bag. I held on to them both and flew after Eric's scent. It lead to a Vampire hotel and I could follow it more to the elevator. Well, this is a dilemma. Either: A: I could push every button and at every floor, I would sniff to see if he got off, or, B: sniff the buttons like a crazy person and get to the right floor quickly. I hastily put on my sweatshirt and leather jacket when people were staring my cuts in the tank top. B it is!
I walked into the elevator, which, lucky for me, had no passengers, and sniffed the buttons. I got his scent on the button '240-560' and pushed it, waiting for the door to open. I stepped out and held the bags in my hands, strutting down the hallway, sniffing occasionally. I got to the door '360' and knocked, waiting for the door to open.
The door opened and a fuming Eric stood there, normally I would ask why he was so angry but since I was supposed to be paying attention, I don't think that would help. "It is almost dawn, I will rest. Try not to get kidnapped or whatever. You may leave this room and here is a key," He handed me the key and walked into a room so I followed. He was getting into pajamas, "Yes?"
"Eric, I know we'll find him. Godric, I mean. I don't understand why you want him so much but I swear we will find him." I patted his shoulder and walked towards the door, "Rest well, please, don't stay up all day." I closed the door but right before the door clicked I heard him whisper,
"Godric is my maker."