Disclaimer: Backkkkk! And I realized in my last chapter, I forgot to mention that I do not own True Blood.

If I did, do you really think I'd be writing some fan fiction about them?

I think not…

Pronunciations:

Kassadiel - (Cass-a-deal)

Again I apologize if some info is incorrect.

Anyway, on with the story.

Italics are flashbacks!


Chapter 2

Yelling was heard from outside and a girl no older than the age of thirteen sat in her tent in the farthest corner from the entrance with her knees pulled up to her chest and her forehead turned down to rest against her knees.

Her animal skin bed was left empty for the cold air to occupy the spot where she should have been and the fire pit in the center of the cozy home was burning out slowly engulfing the tent in darkness.

The yelling abruptly ceased and a very elderly woman entered the tent and her familiar old green eyes worriedly scanned the seemingly abandoned tent.

"Lyrixis?" she called to the darkness and the little girl picked up her head and rubbed her tired eyes.

"Grandma?" the little girl whispered hesitantly back.

"Lyrix, where are you? Come here. Its only me, Grandma Kassadiel…" the elderly woman tried again.

The little girl stood up and called out louder to the woman immediately catching her attention and stood innocently waiting for her Grandmother to reach her.

"My darling Lyrix. It is alright now. Everything is fine. We captured the intruder, no one is going to hurt you…" the woman whispered sweet words of reassurance while cradling the young girl's head and running her long slender fingers through her hair; the child remained silent.

"Let's get you back to bed. C'mon dear." the woman cooed ushering the child back into her once abandoned cot.

Once the little girl was tucked in, Kassadiel kissed her head lovingly and hummed a soft lullaby to lull Lyrix to sleep. Lyrix closed her eyes and her breathing evened out, the last thing she heard was her Grandmother standing up and leaving the tent.

It was much later when Lyrix awoke from her slumber. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and tamed her bed head somewhat she crawled out from under the covers and toward the opening of her tent. It was quiet, obviously everyone in her village was sleeping. She looked to the center of the village and saw the guard asleep sitting by the huge bonfire that was still burning brightly.

She tip-toed out stealthily and walked past the guard, headed fro the farthest edge of her village. She was nearing the border that separated her village from the woods and she had one more tent to pass but sounds of struggle from the small tent caught her attention and drew her close to the opening.

Lyrix pulled back the tab and peeked in. Her green eyes widened and a small gasp escaped her small lips at the young boy tied to a single pole at the center of the tent.

Her gasp caught his attention and he abruptly looked up and caught eyes with Lyrix; heat flooded to her face and she shyly entered the tent.

"Who are you?" the boy asked with caution. (A/N: I know they are supposed to speak Swedish but I don't know how to and I don't want to get the language incorrect so just pretend they're speaking Swedish. Same goes for the convo with the Grandmother. Thanks!)

"Lyrixis, but my villagers call me Lyrix." she answered shyly looking down at her small dirt covered feet.

When the boy made no noise, Lyrix looked up slowly and realized the boy was studying her. Lyrix moved closer and sat in front of the boy still looking down at the dirt.

"How old are you, Lyrixis?" the boy asked still staring at the girl in front of him with much curiosity evident in his sea green eyes.

"Thirteen. What about you?" Lyrix finally found the courage to lift her gaze and instantly connected eyes with the boy.

"I'm fifteen." he replied not breaking eye contact.

"What's your name?" she asked with more confidence even though she knew she shouldn't be conversing with the boy who attempted to steal from her village and knew she could end up in big trouble if she was caught.

"My name is Godric…."

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Lyrixis snapped out of her reverie when she realized Godric had approached her and Maximus and was waiting for her to greet him.

"Oh, hello Godric…it has been so long…" she said barely above a whisper, she had lost her voice as it seemed and the flashback was fresh in her memory.

"Hello Lyrixis, yes, it has indeed been a long time…" replied Godric string intently at the gorgeous girl in front if him, a small feeble smile tugged at his lips.

Lyrixis bit her bottom lip, an old habit she picked up since she was little, she only did it when she was extremely nervous or anxious. She was both at the moment.

Maximus stepped in and greeted Godric politely but Lyrix knew his attention was only set on her at the moment.

"Please, let us talk in my study away from the festivities. We have much to talk and catch up on." spoke Godric while leading the group which consisted of Isabel, Stan, Maximus and Lyrix to a secluded room in the back.

We all took a seat in the lounge like room; Max next to Lyric, Stan and Eric on either sides of Godric and Isabel on the other side of Lyrix. Maximus immediately engaged conversation with the others while Lyrix sat in an almost star-struck phase with her attention strictly on Godric.

Before she knew it, her flashback continued. Little did she know, that the same thing was occurring in Godric's mind.

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"Why did you help me?" Godric questioned Lyrix. Both stood in a clearing a little ways away from the village, dawn was coming. The two had spent the whole night getting to know one another and Lyrix had helped the boy escape.

"Because you're my friend." replied Lyrix with a feeble smile.

Godric smiled and leaned in and hugged Lyrix who was a couple inches shorter than him.

Lyrix soon felt that same feeling of heat rushing to her face and she shyly hugged the boy back before pulling away.

"I must leave before your village wakes up. I will see you again. I promise." the boy whispered urgently. Tears pooled in Lyrix's eyes and threatened to fall but she kept them in and nodded. The movement of her head cause one tear to slip out of her eyes and Godric's thumb wiped it away before he kissed her cheek and ran further into the woods.

Tears fell freely as Lyrix made her way back to her tent and into her awaiting cot. The village soon started to awaken and as Lyrix lay there, face down on her bed she realized something.

She was in love with Godric and she may never see him again.

*~*~*

As her flashback ended, bloody tears threatened to seep out of her eyes but Lyrix held them at bay and averted her attention down to her lap.

When she was sure no one noticed her little moment she hastily excused herself to the ladies' room to control her emotions.

One she stepped into the beautifully decorated bathroom she threw her clutch down on the counter and braced her hands on the sink ledge before staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"Get a grip, Ly. Just breathe…"

She whispered to herself and closed her eyes taking slow controlled breaths but her meditation was interrupted when the bathroom door opened and closed. Lyrix eyes snapped open and she saw Isabel's reflection in the mirror.

Isabel walked over to stand by Lyrix and leaned her hip on the ledge with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You love him. Don't you?" Isabel's thick accented voice reached Lyrix's ears and she stood up straight and faced the woman.

"Whom do you speak of?"

"My Sheriff, Godric." she replied nonchalantly.

Lyrix faced the mirror again and busied herself washing her hands even though they were not dirty.

"No, I love Maximus. I'm with him." she replied but her voice cracked and gave her fib away.

The Latina woman cocked her head back and laughed.

"Don't lie to me. I can see the connection between you two. He's been staring at you the whole time you've been here. I can say the same about you." she replied with a small smile.

"You love him. Yes?"

Lyrix sighed and faced her again biting down on her bottom lip again.

"I do."

"Then what is holding you back? It is clear that you and Maximus have no chemistry at all."

"Maximus is…my maker. He saved my life and I owe him." Lyrix replied also leaning on the counter now.

"So? Doesn't mean you have to give him your love. He isn't forcing you to love him…" Isabel spoke while placing a comforting hand on the distressed vampire's back.

"What if I told you…he was…." Lyrix whispered silently but she knew Isabel heard and looked up at the woman, bloody tears now streaming down her face.

Woo, I'm on a roll. I really hope you all like this story. I received no reviews and that made me worried but no problem. I will continue anyway.

To clear things up, in the flashbacks, Godric was not yet a Vampire. I believe he was turned when he was 17. Yes? If not, someone please inform me of when he was turned to I can keep it in mind. Its very important for my next few chapters. I'll greatly appreciate it!

Also, in the bathroom with Lyrix and Isabel, I know in traditional vampire stories, vamps don't have reflections but I don't think they ever mentioned that in the show but if they did, I'm soooo sorry. Please forgive my grand mistake and bare with me.

Thanks! Next chapter up soon since I have insomnia and have nothing better to do at night.

Xxx Nessa

PS: While writing this I was listening to the same song over and over again and I have decided it fits perfectly with the chapter. The song for this chapter is: Congratulations - Blue October

And also, I wont have a song for EVERY chapter but maybe a few. We shall see. ^_^