A/N: Once again reviews were amazing to read. I'm pleased to see my alerts and favourites have also increased so I think we deserve to celebrate with another chapter, yes? Apologies for any mistakes, this story is un-beta'd.

Disclaimer: I do not own True blood; I just borrowed the characters for a bit of fun!

Chapter Three
Revelations & Second Chances

Godric stared at the beautifully tearful creature standing in front of him feeling conflicted.

Telepaths were one of the rarest mythical creatures to come across, and his thirst for knowledge was pushing him towards remaining purely on the bases of the rare opportunity presented in front of him. He may have met a few psychics, elementalists, and empath's across his travels, but Sookie was a rarity all by herself. Such beauty shouldn't be tainted with tear stained cheeks.

His childe may recognise Sookie as a valuable asset to his area, but he doubted Eric was fully aware of just how hard to come by telepaths were, especially in their realm.

A telepath physically existing was a disbelief in itself.

Combined with her soft temperament and kind heart technically Sookie was a deviation from the many supernatural he had come across on his travels. Special did not even begin to describe the blonde. Gifted humans he had discovered each shared the same fault, however, from what he could deduce Sookie was yet another exception to the rule. Experience had told him that those who had gifts were severely limited in how far they could push their talents.

Psychics while useful were barely beneficial for a vampire to have as an asset to their area. What many of his kind were unaware of was how few visions one human could have and still be classed as a psychic, from only experiencing a few in their entire life time to very vague and impartial visualisations which could result in damaging consequences rather than victorious outcomes. Different interpretations resulted in a vast result of various possible outcomes, putting a strain on the human's mental as well as physical state. The younger generation of his kind jumped to conclusions at the slightest mention of visions, failing to understand the reality.

He had met a psychic once in his travels. He had watched his childe take a young girl to bed only to sense the oddity in a particular human. She had been a bitter woman who had not lasted long past her young teens. Her gift had turned her against the world, as it would many others. Had she survived, he held no doubt she would have slowly driven herself insane.

It was very similar to that of an empath or elementalist. He had heard stories of empath's losing their minds, it hardly surprisingly considering they would be consistently pulled in numerous directions emotionally. It would be hard for even the strongest willed humans to be able to cope with the rapid shift of multiple emotions at one given time. Elementalists also, being able to control elements was risky enough that very few lived past their teenage years, if that.

But a telepath, he had only heard myths of it being possible. Had he not met Sookie in person, he would have struggled to belief she had managed to remain as sane as she was without investigating personality. She may not appreciate Eric's interest in her, but she could do much worse that his childe. It was obvious that there had been no mistake of her being gifted as she had, not when it was clearly her destiny.

It made him relieved Eric had not already pushed too far when it came to the pretty blonde, knowing his childe had a tendency to lose his patience when strategically it would pay off to hold back. It made him question whether it felt instinctual for Eric to do such a thing, or whether he felt it was simply a game.

He knew his childe well, yet it had been years since they had reacquainted.

However, he knew it simply wasn't her gift alone that was making him question his decision, but her as a person that was tempting him to stay.

…beautiful…

Gazing at him with an expression dangerously close to adoration and trust, he blinked slowly. Even buried under the pain filled blues of her pupils he felt somehow connected with her. He could read her with ease; he didn't even need to try. His enhanced sight while aided in deducing as much, it was not necessary.

It also explained Eric's attitude towards the blonde, his eagerness to bed her desperately attempting to smother any affection he could easily develop towards the female. It was no wonder Eric seemed intrigued. She was clearly beautiful inside and out, a rarity in itself.

He had always known his childe to have excellent taste.

Godric himself had not experienced such emotion for a human - or a being in general - in some time. It had to have been decades since he had taken a female into his bed, and the thought of taking on a permanent human companion had never appealed to him in his long years, even after the Great Revelation when they revealed themselves to the world. It had now become common practice for vampires to take on human pets, many of his own nest doing as such.

Sookie, however, was no pet.

For a human to be classed as a pet meant there was no emotional attachment for the vampire, the humans own emotions being irrelevant. They were a means to an end. In many cases they may be treated right, but that did not mean the vampire of the relationship would be suicidal if they suddenly perished. It would simply mean they would be replaced; a source for blood and sex, and maybe on the rare occurrence, companionship. A vampire would rarely inflict any sort of abuse, mental or physical, on a companion. A vampires pet, however, was drastically different. Many were treated poorly.

It differed very much from having a human companion. For a human to be considered a companion, it was as good as saying the vampire's interest in them went much further than simply blood and sex. Not only did it mean the vampire was admitting they felt affection, but there was the slightest possibility of eternity for some.

It was more common than in Godric's earlier years.

Godric didn't doubt that what Eric felt for Sookie ran deeper than simply blood and sex, that the Viking actually felt something for the bubbly blonde. To class Sookie as a pet would be insulting. He would not have felt concern from his childe at the Church, more so than if he saw Sookie as simply having been a business transition. Eric had been worried. He felt what his childe felt. What separated Sookie from other humans was not solely her gift, but everything that made her who she was.

She was far too special, too rare of a person, to not be found desirable.

It would make her a target. Eric was knowledgably enough to have kept her talent under wraps, but sooner rather than later it would become known to the supernatural community. He doubted it would be possible for her to fall for a human whose mind was an open book of secrets and sadistic thoughts; it presented Eric the perfect opportunity to woo her.

If he wished to take Sookie as a companion, he needed to think carefully about his next step.

Godric blinked slowly. He admired her tanned cheeks, running a cool finger against the rosy pink tinge, a result caused by the slight chill in the air. He fought against the urge to cover her up.

Why did she affect him so?

As she stood in front of him, her addictively rare aroma curling around his form as if trying to smother him in a warm embrace, he was once again blown away by her innocence. Her despicable childhood experience should have turned her bitter, and her ability to read the true sordid secrets buried deep in human minds should have tainted any human's perspective on life. He had witnessed many times the horrors of the human race, and yet here she stood, shedding tears as he prepared himself to die.

She should not be as wholesome as she was. It went against all logic.

It seemed the thought of perishing, leaving behind this sweet natured and special female, suddenly lacked appeal.

She had made him question what had been his decision for years!

It had not been a bold and impulse decision as his childe seemed to believe, but rather one that had slowly progressed over the years. His position as sheriff had kept him grounded to a certain extent, but after being stripped of said position it had seemed like the right time to meet the sun.

He was old; too old maybe.

He had no doubt Isabel would manage very well in his absence as the new sheriff. He doubted she even realised how he had been training her the past decade to take possession of his position when the time came.

He knew of very few vampires who had reached his age and were still alive. Some had perished as they could not handle the consistent changing society, of technological and sociological developments which some still considered unnatural in comparison to the past when things were so much simpler. Others had drifted down the same path as he, suffering similar thoughts of believing they had walked the earth for long enough. Those who remained were hiding in the dark, trying to hang onto the past and shun away the modern world.

To survive meant to evolve. Not everyone was as capable of such.

Very few were aware of his association with those of a similar age. It boded well to have acquaintances in high places, owed favours and established relationships.

It paid to be well connected.

Eric had taken to his vampire life better than any maker could have hoped. He held a strong position, values, and Godric had no doubt he was a successful maker. His loyalty had been unexpected, and yet he could not have anticipated for a better outcome after changing his first and only childe. His belief before coming across the brave Viking had been never to transform another, and yet fate had seemingly had other ideas. He had seen Eric's passion for life, for survival, and knew he was born for such a world.

Not every human could handle it.

He had not yet had the pleasure of meeting Pamela, yet he held no doubts that Eric had raised her well. He had rebelled many times in his youth, and yet held little resentment towards him. Reflecting back on some of his teachings, Godric held many regrets on the harshness in which he had treated his childe at times.

"Would it be too much to ask for you to reconsider this, Godric?"

The softly spoken question broke him out of his past reflection. It should not have surprised him, yet it did. He was only an inch taller than her, two at best, and yet at that moment she seemed the most put together out of the two of them.

He blinked. "You wish for me to stay?"

Sookie did not wish to lie, especially not to a man who had so quickly earned her trust and respect. "There is so much you can still offer the world, Godric. You being a vampire doesn't change the fact you have a good and kind soul. Nowadays, that is practically non-existent."

She moved to gently rest her hand above where his heart would beat had he not been a vampire. When he showed no expression of revulsion or repugnance at her touch, she applied more pressure, no longer as cautious of her actions around him.

It was clear her touch was not entirely unwelcome. It was not a displeasing realisation.

"You hold more compassion than numerous humans I have had the displeasure of being acquainted with. I'm barely over twenty, Godric, and yet I have met many people who force me to question my own faith with their thoughts and actions. There is already so much bad in the world, why eradicate more of the good?"

"We do not belong-"

"And yet you are here! Do you believe I have never had the same thoughts?" Sookie laughed lightly in disbelief. "That I have not laid awake wondering why I am cursed with such a terrible disability, when those who grew up were normal, naïve to just how difficult it was to control?"

Her childhood had been far from something to brag about.

"You are not a freak, älskling" he told her sternly.

Softly gazing upon her, Godric was careful as to keep his tone melodious, not wishing to unintentionally appear threatening in any way. He was very much aware of how he could easily be perceived. Many did not fear him until his age was brought into question.

"Different does not always imply negativity."

Sookie stepped closer, enough so that her chest was a mere half inch away from his own. He could feel her warmth, her heat, and his skin seemed to burn as she gently touched the tips of her fingers against his pale cheeks.

It had been so long since he had been touched.

"You do not understand your own worth, Godric. You tell me I belong, yet I have known you for no more than a day and my heart seems to ache when I think of you going through with this. It is not right, and I don't believe it is your destiny to end your life here when there is so much more you can accomplish."

And she meant it. She believed every word that passed her lips as she looked up into the eyes of a man she felt could be anything other than evil. He may have sinned in the past, she held no doubt that he had, and yet he had the chance to outweigh that with good.

"Forgiveness is not what I deserve, älskling. I seek it with a heavy heart, yet I do not warrant-"

Sookie was desperate to try and reason with him. Even if he did not wish for life, she hoped she could convince him that he very much deserved forgiveness before he greeted the sun believing he was destined for hell. "But you do not do those things now, Godric! Making mistakes is only natural, it cannot be helped, and yet your desire for forgiveness shows how much you have changed. You may not have deserved it then, but what about now?"

Godric shook his head slowly, his lips curving into a small smile. Sookie thought he looked beautiful. "For someone so young, you do sound incredibly wise, älskling."

Sookie blushed at the compliment, missing the way in which Godric's eyes were drawn to the steadily deepening rosy colour of her cheeks. He thought of it as delectable. It was so rare now to find a female who still had the ability to blush so.

"I'm nothing special," she stuttered out.

Godric was having none of it. "You are, so very much. I can see why my childe holds such interest in you."

"If you call trying to convince me to spread my legs for him an interest, then sure" she snorted. "But I have no intention of falling into bed with a man who views are solely based on my body rather than my personality. I was not raised to simply bow down to any man, no matter his position or wealth."

Another trait he found it rare to find in a modern day woman.

"Perhaps we should find ourselves some kind of shelter, älskling" he cut in smoothly, having come to a decision. He doubted she would mind his sudden interruption. "The sun will rise soon."

It took a few moments for Sookie to translate the meaning behind his words. Did he no longer wish to die? She had only allowed herself to hope that she had the ability to alter his perspective on life, but she had not been prepared for him to seriously consider her pleas.

Looking at him directly in the eyes, she prayed her hearing had not deceived her.

"You'll stay?"

Godric's lips curved at her obvious pleasure and delight. Her relief was evident. It only reaffirmed that his choice was the right one.

"I shall honour your request, perhaps I may have been hasty in my decision to part with this world at this moment in time-"

Suddenly finding himself embraced by the fine woman that was Sookie Stackhouse, Godric found himself unable to finish his sentence. Her arms encircled his neck as she pressed her face against his lower collar bone, small repetitive puffs of warm air lightly caressing his skin.

She was hugging him.

He could not help his natural reaction as he stiffened, it once again reminding him of just how long he had gone without human contact. Much to his regret, he was unable to relax quickly enough for her not to notice, a low, almost inaudible sound of protest escaping his throat as she reluctantly pulled away.

He instantly missed her warm embrace.

She tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment she felt as his obvious discomfort, but let him go as not to press her luck. She did not want him to change his mind.

"Oh sorry!" she flustered. "I tend to forget about the whole vampires not liking to be touched aspect" she quickly apologised, silently cursing her forwardness. It was hard to remember that Godric may not be as appreciative to her touches as Bill was.

Blaming it on her being starved of affection when she was younger, Sookie had quickly come to the realisation that craving the touch of vampires did not bode well for her self-preservation. She couldn't help it. The recognition that there was no negative side effect by touching vampires had her feeling desperate to simply touch another intimately without hearing crass thoughts of her body, boobs, or her in general.

The first time she had touched Bill had been…exhilarating.

It made her wonder whether she would have felt a similar reaction had Eric been the first vampire she had physically touched.

Finding himself not wishing to give her the impression that her touch was unwelcome in any way, he awkwardly wrapped his arms around her slim waist, moving to gently rest his hands on her womanly hips. Softness greeted his hands as he kept his touch light, managing to feel the heat radiating off her skin even through the layers of her feminine clothing.

Was he really doing this?

"No, I wish to apologise for my reaction. It has…been a while since I have been touched, especially by a human" he explained, deciding it best to leave out his attraction towards her. He would touch on the delicate subject at a later date, when her emotional state was more stable.

"Oh," she breathed a sigh of relief. Now she knew he didn't mind her touching him she quickly embraced him in another hug, the embrace this time returned with much less hesitation. "You need to tell me if I'm over stepping any boundaries," she murmured against his chest. "Just give it to me straight and I'll back right off," she added cheerfully.

Godric severely doubted he would ever tell her to 'back off' as she had worded it.

"May I lift you? The sun is rising," Godric thought it polite to ask. He did not want to assume.

Ever the gentleman, Sookie thought with a wide smile as she nodded. The sooner she got Godric out of the rising sun the better. She moved to wrap her arms back around his neck, unable to prevent the shiver which ran through her form as she was suddenly very much aware of their close proximity while he lifted her up into a bridal carry.

He held her as if she weighted nothing but a feather, if that.

Flushing at the intimacy of the embrace, Sookie clenched her eyes shut as she tried not to think about what it could mean. Her whole body seemed to tingle wherever they touched, her heat beating rapidly against her chest.

She had never felt like this with Bill.

She would have remembered if she had.

"Thank you for giving life another chance, Godric" Sookie murmured sleepily against his shoulder. "You won't regret it, I promise. I'll make sure you find a reason to keep on living, just you try and stop me!"

Godric's lips curved at her enthusiasm. He had no doubt that she would not stop until she was satisfied that her promise had been fore filled. It made him amused in that she clearly had no idea that she was the sole reason.

Intentionally, he took his time carrying her off the roof, taking advantage of the situation as to have a reason to hold onto her for longer.

She was the reason he was no longer concerning himself with the sun.

Death could wait.

She, a human, had cried for him. She had pleaded with him not to meet the sun, when only moments ago the same species as her had tried to do the very opposite and condemn him to death.

But that did not explain the fact that he had sensed the light traces of fae in her blood.

It should have been impossible. At his age he had held the belief that her entire race was extinct, wiped of the face of the earth. He had not considered the alternative that they simply could have retreated. He had played with the idea, but never had he thought about it in such depth. He had killed many of their kind, one of his most regretful actions of his past.

He had not thought of the consequences back then.

If his prediction was indeed correct, he could not help but wonder if there was a reason behind it. The Fae as a race were incredibly power, it did not make sense that they would run away. They were a proud race, beautiful and elegant just as much as they were manipulative and vicious.

It had him thinking.

But now was not the time. Content with simply holding Sookie in his arms, he savoured the unexplained connection he felt towards her. It was both similar and different to his connection with Eric. He adored Eric as a father would, as a brother would, and as a son would, and as a lover would. There was no closer connection than a maker had with his childe and vice versa. It was a connection not easily explained.

It had not taken many weeks after Eric's transformation that he had also taken the man as a lover. It had not been his intention; however, it was not uncommon for such a close bonded relationship to turn sexual.

However, Eric preferred women to men, and he himself had simply no longer desired the connection.

Until now it seemed.

He could not deny the fact that holding the curvaceous woman in his arms wasn't bringing about urges he had not felt in a long time, urges that he had thought were long gone with his age.

He was aroused, there was no denying it.

Questioning the implications of his reawakened sexuality, Godric considered the idea of Sookie feeling a similar connection. He was not bonded with the blonde telepath, he could not sense her emotionally, yet he had nothing against taking her from that weak Compton vampire. He may not force her, but he wasn't above wooing her as men used to do in the more respectable of times.

She was unique.

She was special.

And as far as he was concerned, Compton had lost her the moment his childe had expressed an interest. Such a woman should not be in the arms of one so undeserving.

So Godric survived, though hardly a surprise was it?

Once again I found myself getting carried away, so we have another 4,000 word chapter!

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