A/N: Hello everyone, how are you my lovely readers? Here is a new update, I hope you like it. From now on I will try to update once a week. I know you are all waiting for the kiss, trust me I am too, but this is 'the almost kiss' chapter. I just thought this chapter would make it more romantic when it finally happens, which would be next chapter. The song at the bottom is called Stone Hearts by Leona Lewis. This song goes with the story perfectly and also inspired me to come up with the story title. Anyways here is chapter nine.
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Disclaimer: nothing you read here belongs to me except for some of the plot and unknown characters you will meet. All belongs to True Blood, an American television drama series created and produced by Alan Ball. It is based on The Southern Vampire Mysteries by Charlaine Harris.
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I can no longer think of anything but you.
In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you.
~Honore de Balzac, letter to Evelina Hanska, June 1836~
Chapter Nine - Sing Your Heart Out
I rested my back flat against the cold hard metal ground of the cage, just like the vampire that was laid on my right. We had folded the sleeping bag horizontally, so we could use it as a pillow. About a dozen music sheets were spread around my left side, next to my old, wooden color, acoustic guitar. I was supposed to be practicing the new choir songs, since Steve wanted us to perform in front of the new recruited members of The Fellowship of the Sun, but the moment I walked into this cage, I completely forgot about it.
Speaking of Steve, it's been four days since he literally manhandled me. That night Sarah came into my room to apologize for him, but I told her that I have already forgave him, for that was what the lord would want me to do, for that was why the bible said, "But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also" (Matthew 5:39). Even though in my part, I forgave Steve and moved on, things have been awkward and distant between us more than usual.
The pass few days, things had been quite hectic around the church with the new recruited members and the camp programs. It was four days ago when a bus full of young members were dropped at the campground. They all seemed so young, maybe in their twenties, and from what I could guess, they're probably at that point in there life's where everything seemed confusing. With all the new recruited members that arrived with the bus, Jason Stackhouse was one of them.
My first impression on Jason was sort of charming. I couldn't help but also notice how he seemed to Idolize Steve. But the more I saw Jason, the more I realize how he is sort of cocky, goofy and a bit of a showoff, like the time he was playing flag football with the new members. He was running around shirtless trying to impress Steve and Sarah, which seemed to work. I didn't care about all that, right now I was locked contentedly in the cage with the vampire.
Godric and I have been talking for almost two hours now. He told me about his life, like about his job as a sheriff of area 9 here in Dallas Texas, to his child, Eric Northman, and how he turned him into a vampire about a thousand years ago. Apparently, Godric saw the Viking Eric Northman fighting on the battlefield somewhere in Scandinavia. Extremely impressed with the beauty of Eric's battle skills, he offered the fatally wounded Viking immortality and made him a vampire.
He also told me how he was involved in world war two. How He and this Eric guy posed as Nazi agents to capture a she-wolf. It appears that vampires weren't the only mythological creature that existed. I guess I should have kept my mouth closed, but I couldn't help but ask what else existed out there that I didn't know about.
I thought the vampire was joking when he told me, "not only werewolf, but witches, shape-shifters and mind readers existed too." Shocked was easily put to how I felt. The vampire must have sensed my surprise, for he kept quiet to himself. My mind was running wild, the thought of how for thousands of years, us human kinds were kept in the dark, living life blindly, not knowing what surrounded us. After minutes of laying there taking in everything, I opened my mouth to ask a question. "So, does this mean Bigfoot is real too? Oh, oh, how about Santa Claus, is he real too?" I voiced my curiosity, excitement growing in the pit of my stomach. I mean who knows, if all this supernatural creatures could exist, maybe he does too. The vampire's lips shook as he tried to hold his laughter before he let out a soft chuckle. I turned toward him to look at him. I wasn't surprised by his little laugh; he does that every now and then at some of the stuff that comes out of my mouth. "I guess I'll take that as a no." I said turning back to the ceiling. It was good to see him like this, when he let loose a bit.
We continued talking about the she-wolf, and how werewolves were "manipulative and deceitful." Our conversation grew to what was like during world war ll, and how things had changed since then. "If you were in world war two then, why didn't you…you know…like kill Hitler? I'm sure that could have saved a lot of lives." I voiced staring at the silver metal roof. He didn't move his sight from the roof as well when he answered my question. "There was a strict law that compelled vampires from getting involved in human matters. Due to the war and Nazi's movement, it was common for Humans to disappear and situated deceased, and often, vampires were using this cover as a way to feed." My head swiftly turned toward him, sort of taken-aback. I suppose since there was no Trublood back then, they were bound to feed on humans.
The room went still again as he continued to stare at the silver roof, lost in thought. I could tell from the look on his face he was thinking nothing pleasant. I didn't like it. I didn't like that gloomy look he had on his face. "Do you miss it?" I questioned the first thing that popped in my head, anything to distract him. The vampire turned toward me with a puzzled look on his face.
"You know…do you miss anything out there…out side of this cage?" I voiced. The vampire gazed at me for seconds before shaking his head no.
"What, nothing?" The stun in my voice was recognizable. The room was quiet for a moment as Godric looked up at the roof of the cage once more, before he opened his mouth to speak. "The stars, I miss gazing at the stars. Everything around me grows old and dies, everything that surrounds me evolves, even time. But the stars are the same. They're the same stars I gazed at when I was human, and they are the same to this day." He spoke softly as his eyes looked lost. "I never thought about it that way." I murmured. It must have been hard being him, everything familiar to him changes, develops on a daily basis, while he stays still, watching the cycle of life continue.
I slowly got up from my laying position to sit down. My eyes traced his comfortably resting figure, his hand tucked behind his head. He truly was beautiful, from his dark hair to skillfully curved eyebrows, his now closed eyes, to his long dark eyelashes that now brushed against his cheeks. My eyes continued to move down, straight nose, full rosy lips, chin, and neck…tattoos.
"You have tattoos!" I stated louder than I expected. The vampire's eyes snapped opened to look up at me, like he did something wrong. I guess my outburst must have given him the wrong impression. I just didn't know how I have never notice the tattoo before. Maybe it's because he had the second button of his shirt undone today, but it was there. This unusual design tattoo that was around his neck, giving him that edgy look, which I thought was absolutely attractive.
I have always wanted tattoos myself, but I never got one since the bible condemned such things. "Can I see it?" I questioned softly, my eyes still on the design. He nodded his head 'yes' before he slowly rose to a sitting position. I moved closer, readying myself for the inspection, my back facing the cage door. I slowly raised my hand to push his shirt open farther. The tattoo around his neck, which looked more like a necklace, seemed ancient, probably with a long story behind it. I looked up into his eyes that seemed to gaze at mine with this unreadable look. My eyes moved back to the tattoo, as my fingers softly traveled over the pattern, outlining the design. I could feel his cold body go tense under my touch, so I unwillingly moved my hand. I looked up into his eyes again and suddenly realized just how intense the atmosphere around us was. I cleared my throat to break the awkward silence, before looking away and spotting my music sheets and guitar that was long forgotten.
I slowly picked up my old acoustic guitar and sat it on my lap before admiring its exquisiteness. My fingers moved over the strings, making a soft melody. I looked up at Godric and smiled, "you wanna give it a try?" I asked moving the guitar toward him. He shook his head, "no, I would just be making a fool of myself." He voiced with a tag at the corner of his lips.
"What? Oh, come on, I don't think there is anything that could make you look like a fool. Besides, I thought you said you play the piano, how hard could this be?" I spoke in a playfully dare. The vampire shook his head before he took the challenge as he hesitantly accepted the guitar. He held it awkwardly in his lap for a moment before he strummed the guitar, making a loud uneven sound. Godric looked up at me, "like I said, making fool of myself." He stated with the amused look still in his eyes.
"Nope, you just need a little help." I moved closer as I said this, "now, you're holding it all wrong. The curve of the body has to be straight on your lap, like this." I spoke as I helped him hold it right.
"Good, you need to hold it firmly." I voiced moving his hand to the neck of the guitar. Godric followed my instruction and griped the neck of the guitar tightly. "Ok, not too hard, I don't want you breaking my guitar mister super strong." I teased, giggling at his little mishap. I slowly got on my knees and crawled behind him. I put both my hands around his shoulders and bent down, so I could reach the guitar. I rested my chin on his shoulder to get a better view, and I sat my fingers on top of his guiding him on the string, showing him some of the basic chords. It felt so right to be this close to him, to have him in my arms.
"This is A minor, then C, then D, then back to A minor." I informed him as we played delicately. The room was quite except for the soft tune of the guitar. We played over and over again practicing the same song. I hummed softly following the vampire's finger movements, long before I knew it, I was singing in a low voice, caught off by the gentleness of the vampire and the sweet melody.
"You were like the crash of thunder
Echo'ed through my darkest nights
You awaken all my senses,
Made me feel alive
Even if we try to fight it
We know that the sparks will fly
Cause in the end where just two
People, Destined to collide
Like stone hearts
And hand grenades
You and I, Are not the same
There is nothing i would change
Where stone hearts
And hand grenades
All my lonely
You blow it all away
And when you need me
I will keep you safe
After all the dust has settled
We lift each other of the ground
I carry you a million miles
I'll never let you down (No)
There's a lot of strength in weakness
There's a lot of truth in lies
But in the end where just
Two people, Destined to collide"
It was all him I thought about while singing, the comfort, and the friendship we had build. Everything about him seemed so captivating and beautiful. His mind, his thoughts, his warm heart, his refined sense of beauty, his unusual sense of humor, everything about him was drowning me to the point of no return. Everyday I would wake up, and the first thing I would think about is him, and how I can't wait to see him. The serene vibe he carried around him was keeping me sane, like my reality was in this cage, and everything out there was a nightmare. I didn't even notice the song was long over as I had my eyes closed, and my head rested on the vampire's shoulder, until I slowly opened my eyes to look at him. My eyes widen in surprised, realizing just how close we were. It was merely inches that separated our face. His head was turned toward me as his silver-blue eyes gazed at me.
My eyes scanned his face before finally resting on his lips. I wanted to kiss him. Would it be wrong to kiss him? Even if it was just a peck, it would have been enough to satisfy this desire I felt for him at this moment. I slowly leaned closer as his eyes also fell to my lips. The moment was intense and heavy with passion. My mind screamed at me to just go ahead and kiss him, to take charge and obtain what I wanted, but the thought of somehow messing whatever had, and losing our friendship held me back. Godric's nose softly brushed against mine, and I held my breath as my eyes fell closed. Everything seemed so dreamy right now, like any minute I would wake up lonely in my bed. My thoughts shutdown completely when Godric's soft breath tickled my face. My heart was beating violently in anticipation for the moment where his lips would meet mine, which seemed seconds away. Just before his lips barely touched mine, a loud noise interrupted us. I jerked my head back in surprise for the sound seemed to come off of me. I quickly dug my hands into my jeans pocket to pull out my cell phone, before pressing the talk button, not even looking at the phone to see who called.
"What?" I growled, cursing whoever called. It was Steve's voice that met my ear at the other end. "Where are you? The choir has been waiting for you down here." Steve spoke sounding irritated. I raised my hand to glance at the watch that was around my wrist. "Oh shoot! Ok, tell them I'll be right there." I voiced in panic before I hung up. I swiftly got up, collecting the music sheets and my guitar after me. "Sorry Godric, but I have to go. I'm like super late to choir meeting." I spoke quickly looking around to make sure I got everything. I turned around to look at Godric, who still hasn't moved from his sitting position. I suddenly bent down to give him a quick peck on the cheek, hoping to somehow help the urge I still felt from earlier. "I'll see you tomorrow." I called back as I run out of the cage, not even bothering to look back to see Godric's probably shocked face.
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