A/N: W00t I have a treat for my fandom! My oh so loyal and reviewing public. The one and only Godric POV of this story. Enjoy.
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In my 2000 years I have made two children and they complete me in all ways. My greatest accomplishment is my Eric. He has such joie de vivre. I followed him for many nights watching and waiting. With anything that he undertook he did it without fear and with utmost belief that he was better and could not be bested. If I myself had been mortal at the time of his death I would have cowed in fear. I made myself known to him and even as he lay dieing he taunted me. The longer I followed him the more I believed that I could not strike him down in his prime. During his last battle I helped the odds in my favor. I shot a wayward arrow into him to slow him enough to be beaten. So unfair as for one as he, as he believed that Valhalla was calling. I could not bring myself to kill his beliefs and simultaneously cut him to his knees as I would have done had I prayed upon him in typical vampire fashion. Then I let him choose. Valkyries or immortality binding him to me for all eternity. As I relive this moment of my existence as I have many nights I realize that Sookie was right. He is my redeemer. I had a turning point from then on that instant choice changed me forever more. Me choosing to let him choose. Easily he could have denied me. Easily I could have done what I did night after night, but I refrained and offered. I know now if he had denied me I would have let him die and suffered every night since. Our bond is strong because of choices. Nothing more and nothing less.
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My first was bewitching. My darling Cleopatra. Her words still haunt me, "I am Egypt and Egypt is yours for one night only". She woke my dormant beast and I had to possess her, claim her, make her MINE. She would be my ultimate undoing. History can be so easily manipulated. Spread a few well placed rumors with the servants and suddenly you have bona fied facts. It amuses me so that our deception is depicted in history books for all to read. She only allowed me one night just one. My nature would not bend to her will. I bonded to her before dawn took me and we were one. That night I ravaged her. I owned her. She was a delicate flower and I wilted her. My goddess to be worshiped. Marc Antony never was a real living man. He was another moniker she was not ready to relinquish her hold on mortal coil. I conceded to her wishes and after I was assassinated by Brutus and she helped dispose of my body we fled to Egypt. Once she was able to embrace immortality I turned her and staged her death disguising my immortal kiss as an asp bite to her breast. That night we were truly one. I have loved her 1000 years. Yet she knows that she is second to Eric and acts out for punishment and attention. As a Pharaoh she was number one and in my eyes until the Viking took her place. Her breeding and right do not agree with vampire law. She has staged many a coup and held England as Queen during the time that Eric turned Pamela. She tried him for poaching and I have had to intervene in her attempts to send him to his final death more times than I care to admit. Whatever she has done now may surly kill us both. Eric is my redeemer, but she is my eternal demise.
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