To Stare Death In The Face
By: Randomnormality

Summary: When Godric allows himself to be taken into custody by the Fellowship of the Sun, he finds himself placed in a silver cage, located in the basement of a church. To his surprise, he is not the only one caged in the basement. They call her a witch. He knows better than that. Her passive features irritate the Fellowship of the Sun and Godric finds a small piece of him, something he felt long since disappeared, becoming attached to this strange woman.

But nothing is easy as it seems.

Rating: This story is rated M for Mature Readers. Contains graphic violence, coarse language and sexual content.

Pairings: Godric/OC, Sookie/Eric

Author's Note: This story is of my own creations, even if I do not own the characters of the True Blood series. I have yet to come across a story that I find myself itching to write, although some points may seem to be already done by other authors, but it is most likely because we are following the plot of Season Two. Please note, my original character is of my own ideals and is not a mary sue, even though it may look that way in the beginning.

Thank you for reading and please leave a review, because it gives me inspiration to continue writing the story.

-Chapter Three-

Lock In, Break Out

The heavy metallic scent of blood snaps Godric out of his Dead Sleep, his gaze instinctively moving to the darkest corner of the basement, only to find it empty. Inhaling deeply, he followed the scent to the entrance door of the cage, the crumbled body lying on the floor in a heap of black and green. Finding himself already knelt at the girl's side, he gently rolled her off of her side and onto her stomach. The back of his index finger dances over the small, circular dimples just above the curve of her backside, as he pulls the zipper along its way. Godric instantly freezes half way up her back, pulling the zipper back down once more, the pads of his fingers roaming freely over her back.

Her unmarked back. Not a single welt or open wound, not even an old one, could be seen. Her back, once covered in open wounds, was as perfect as the day she was probably born. It made no sense, not to him. She obviously had the ability to heal, so why had she never attempted during her time here.

Zipping up the back of her tunic, he rolled her onto her back once more. Brushing her thick curls from her face, his thumb traced over the soft, unmarked skin along her cheek. He had never met anyone in his years like this young girl. She was truly beautiful, in a very dark, exotic fashion. Her pale features, dark contrasting colors was just the beginning. He knew she was no vampire, as her heart continued to thump in her chest. She was no witch, for he would have been able to smell that the moment he was placed in here. She was no shifter, or else she would have been able to get out easily. Nor was she a Were of any kind. She was very intelligent, and despite her dark colorings, she carried a sense of warmth around her, something that called out for him to tell her everything about himself. She was equally as wise as she was kind, but there was still a sense of darkness around, as if she was a snake, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He never missed how her gaze always took in every aspect of a room, nor how she visually sized up each person to step through the gate.

Feeling a twitch beneath his thumb, he pulled back just in time to see her eyelids part. Her most exotic features bestowed upon her, he had never seen someone with such outstanding eye color. As he stared into the silver gaze, he felt his words of greeting catch in his throat, and if he had been alive, he would be sure his heart would skip a beat and his lungs would cease breathing. Her once beautiful silver eyes now stared at him blankly, the heavy maroon tint that now swirled in the lightly colored irises looked as if the very essence of blood danced in her eyes.

"Is something wrong, Godric?" she asked.

He didn't answer. He didn't have to. As she sat upright, her eyes widened at the ease to do so and immediately her fingers went to her face. Understanding filtered into her gaze, and almost immediately, her face turned away from him. Although her cheeks seemed to lack the ability to carry blood to the cells, he knew when a person became embarrassed. To be honest, he had never seen her like this.

"What happened?" he asked. When he received no answer, his fingers gently cupped her chin and turned her face toward him, staring into the discolored gaze, "Yesterday your face carried bruises and your back was in shreds. I wake up to find you completely healed. Now, how did it happen?"

"I have the ability to heal, and while it's a great gift, it is unnatural amongst my people. My grandfather is the only other to have carried this trait," she replied, "I did not use it while we were here because it would catch their eye."

"You are embarrassed by this gift?" he questions, a sad tone marking his words.

"Why are you here, Godric?" The sudden question caught him off guard, "You are wise amongst your peers and you appear to be more enlightened than others of your kind. Do you realize that the movement you desire so much, peace amongst humans and vampires, is possible, but you can't control every human or vampire."

"We are not discussing me. We are discussing your ability that you failed to mention," Godric seethed, angered that she dared to question him.

"What? So you're giving up before you even try? You're going to let these people, these fucking humans, who have no sense of honor and certainly of all the humans in this world, are not even close to be worthy of having your sacrifice, you are going to let them burn you before the sun?"

Godric glared, lightly taking note that they both now stood, staring each other down from a few feet away, "Do not question my reasons behind my actions. Why do you care so much anyway? It seems to go against your nature."

"Against my nature?"

Godric should have known her suddenly soft voice hinted to something more dangerous, but he glared at the girl, "You are practically passive the entire night, our conversations often turning more into debates. You give hints of smiles or maybe let a giggle slip, but the minute you are returned to this cage, you fall back into this mask of nothingness. So why do you care whether I live of die?"

"Oh, as if you are any different?"

"I am. I am dead. I have walked this world for so long that it no longer means anything," Godric argues. "So again. You obviously care nothing about your situation. You do not care that tomorrow, you as well, are going to be killed. You show no signs of fear. Yet you seem to dislike the idea of me meeting the true death. Again, it's against your nature."

Godric knew he was digging for something. Everything she did countered everything she said. None of it made sense.

The silence between the two companions filled the basement with a thick tension. Eris had said nothing to argue Godric's words. Godric hated the saddened look on her face, the far away look in her eye. He didn't understand why she seemed so bothered by his words. He felt the strange urge to do something he had never done in many, many years. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to see her smile, even if it was small. He wanted that dark look in her eyes to fade back where ever it had come from.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the staircase, but neither moved as the figure stopped at the door of the cage. Godric, noting the silence, turned his gaze toward the stranger. His deep, red hair seemed just as long as Eris's, held back at the base of his neck in a thin ponytail. Unlike Eris's, this man's eyes were pitch black, as if his pupils took over his irises. He had no heartbeat, but seeing his fingers rest on the silver cage, Godric knew this was no vampire.

"Master," the deep tenor of the man's voice seemed to invoke Eris to open her eyes, her silver-red gaze staring down the man on the other side of the cage.

With a sense of graceful ease, Eris stood and approached the door of the cage, "Saige, what is wrong?"

"I did as you asked, and Grand Master has come across something you were not informed of," Saige commented.

Before anyone could say anything, a scream of pleading horror ripped through the basement. When Godric informed Eris and the obviously familiar stranger of the screaming human being sent to find him, Saige immediately ripped the door off of the cage and with an apologetic glance at Eris, Godric sped from the room.

Eris turned to Saige, who flashed her a grin, "Shall we, Master?"

Eris's passive facial features broke as a sadistic glint filled her silver-red eyes, the red growing more dominant, as a soft, sickening smirk pulled at the edges of her lips. As chaos seemed to echo from sanctuary, the doors closed without a way in or out, Eris and Saige passed through the doors of the church. Coming face to face with a group of humans, dressed and armed to snipe vampires, Eris passed Saige a smirk, who held up his hands before bowing low and motioning toward the group of humans.

"They're all yours."

Eris immediately stretched her arms over her head before rushing at the humans. She paid no mind as silver bullets nicked her exposed arms, her eyes flashing red as her hands gripped a man by his throat. Before the man in her grasp could react, she flicked her wrist and a sickening snap sounded, his body instantly falling limp. The watchers gasped as a soft glow seemed to pull from the man in her grasp and flow through her arm. Dropping the body, the humans gasped as the silver-tinted red eyes stared blankly at them.

"This should be fun," Eris commented.

Godric followed his underlings toward the exit of the church, Eric, his Progeny, at his side. Behind him, he noted the blonde woman, Sookie, with her vampire lover, Bill, following. He was slightly disappointed that his Child placed a human in danger, but this human, this telepath, was strange. He knew there was something about her that separated her from other humans. He noticed his underlings froze as they exited through the doors, simultaneously hissing. Moving around them, he instantly took notice of the dead bodies lying on the ground and two figures standing over them.

"You killed them."

Eris said nothing as Saige snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, "Of course she did."

Godric immediately took notice of the strange red glint having disappeared from her gaze. She stared blankly at him, her stance squared off and her body tense for a fight. He felt his underlings, and his Child, each hiss dangerously at the obvious stance, each of them tensing up for a fight.

"Why?" Godric asked.

Saige rolled his eyes, "Trina," Godric felt himself tense suddenly as the dark-haired girl turned to acknowledge the tall man beside her, "Is it me, or does this feel like it's about to become a pissing contest."

Eris's passive features broke with amusement, nodding at her companion, "I was getting the same reading."

"Trina?" Godric questioned, "You said your name was Eris."

Hearing the accusation in his voice, the dark-haired girl glanced at him, "No I didn't. I told you my name is too long to bother with and I happen to go by many names. I never told you my name is Eris. I suggested you call me by the name."

"You misled me."

Eris rolled her eyes at Godric's tone, trying to ignore the hurt of his accusations, "You read far too much into something so small."

Godric placed his hand out as Eric took a step toward the girl, "Anything else I should know?"

"It would be against my nature to tell you anything else," she replied sharply.

Godric instantly took note of her companion tensing up, black eyes filling with murderous intent, jaw dropping in slight shock, "He said what?"

"He already informed me that I seem to do things that goes against my nature," Eris commented monotonously.

The murderous intent of her companion faded into sorrow, "Jesus fuck, Trina!"

"What does this have anything to do with you insulting Godric?" Eric sneered.

Eris met Eric's gaze, boredom masked her face, "Insult? I could never insult Godric." Eric's fight seemed to fade in shock, "He is a truly enlightened being and I am honored to have met him. He is not the first to note my differences, and I doubt he would be the last."

Godric felt the slightest bit of guilt, but could not fathom as to why he would feel bad, "Will you join us to my home? After the welcome home party, you are more than welcome to come or go as you please."

Eris seemed hesitant, but Saige nudged her and leaned in, his lips near her ear, "You might as well keep an eye on him. I agree with you when you say something isn't right."

Eris pulled back and looked at her longest and dearest friend, "Will you be joining us?"

"I will be back, but Grand Master has expressed his wishes to know you are well. I will return soon," Saige noted.

Eris smiled warmly at her friend, who instantly embraced her. She was thankful she didn't need to use him this time around, but something told her of an upcoming darkness. Nothing about this mission felt right, and she would get to the bottom of it.

Once Saige seemed to disappear in a flurry of shadows, Eris noticed Godric had dismissed everyone but his Progeny and his two companions had left. Godric stared at the suddenly saddened woman.

"Will you join us?" Godic insisted, motioning to the limo parked just a few feet away.

After the five of them climbed into the back of the car, Eris sat across from Godric and Eric, Sookie and Bill seated on the side bench. After watching the dark-haired woman stare blankly at the ceiling of the car, Godric bit back a sigh.

"Why are you offended by my words? About you going against your nature?" Godric asked.

Eris rolled her eyes, "My father's side of the family has produced nothing but males, yet here I am. My colorings do not match those of my people. My entire existence is an abomination to my family. The only people to note otherwise is my grandfather and Saige."

Godric bit back the urge to apologize, "Why does Saige refer to you as Master?"

"Because I made him."