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Karma's Muse	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 5882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Karma's Muse
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 13
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- 15
Godric barely had time to digest the information thrust upon him. This new turn of events, could possibly make for the worst night of his life that he could remember. Alana's eyes had re-closed and her body had relaxed to rest, as she fell back into a coma like sleep. Dr. Ludwig had given her something to "slow the change" as she put it, causing the glow of her skin to dim, just barely dusting over her like sparkles. Sitting there staring at her so peaceful, made his fragile heart almost break. He could not bear to lose her…not ever.
How could this be possible, he wondered over and over again in his mind.
Godric was not much younger than the Pythoness, even though she was chronologically around a hundred human years when turned. He figured they were maybe two to three hundred years apart in vampire terms. He had met her for the first time in Greece when a newborn, his Maker Dante had insisted they climb the mountain, trekking the dangerous terrain, just to see her.
In those days she was the Oracle of Delphi; humans and Supes alike came from all over this world and others for her insight. Everything from political matters, marriage ceremonies, and judgments were put before her. She was, and still is, the physical incarnation of what would be holy and divine to his race. She was so much more than a vampire or a Seer. Why even the sacred teachings of the Solon, a supernatural bible of sorts, had even referred to her as "The Chosen One of the Source."
But what could she possibly want with Alana?
The journey through his memories was cut short suddenly by the voice of his Child.
"Godric-" Eric called out to him. "They've escaped with Isobel. Stan was injured and I had no choice but to bring him back. I can still track their scent but I think we both know where they're taking her."
He was emerging from the woods across the clearing, carrying a stiff and seriously angry Stan bridal style. Eric looked every bit the part of just having fought a battle, but his cocky swagger was still that of a high paid runway model. Blonde hair windblown, blood smeared chest bare, and tight black jeans riding dangerously low. If it weren't for the wounded cowboy he carried, one might mistake this for the photo shoot of a romance novel. Instead, because of the wounded cowboy he carried, it was more like a vampire farce of "Brokeback Mountain."
Godric had no patience for this right now. His only concerns were of getting to the bottom of this anomaly and helping his love. His response was monotone.
"Unfortunately that is the least of my worries Eric. We'll have to seek her out for rescue after I tend to Alana." Godric addressed the other with malice. "Dr. Ludwig, I demand to see the Ancient Pythoness as soon as possible."
She snorted, putting all her many supplies back into her bag. "Good luck with that. She'll see you when she's good and ready. You can't make demands on one such as her."
Before Godric could argue he was interrupted-again. "Hey, if it isn't my favorite doctor," Eric chided, his long strides making short work of the distance between them. "nice PJ's," He added, cocking his head while giving her a fangy smile.
"Fuck off, Northman." Ludwig spat.
Unaffected and completely expecting her response, Eric purred. "Nice to see you too, sweetheart."
She made a face at him and stood up.
He carefully set Stan down and propped him against a marbled monument. His garbled moans and curses were being strangled against an arrow through his throat.
Godric stated the obvious, "Silver tipped?"
Eric nodded, breaking off one end to push it through the other, making Stan screech.
"Man up cowboy," Eric taunted, "If you hadn't let yourself be overcome with emotion-this would not have happened."
"F-f-ack woo..." Stan coughed out with a wheeze.
The Viking's eyebrows arched as he addressed Godric. "Am I really that irresistible that everyone wishes to fuck me?"
"That is enough Eric." Godric scolded, not amused. "Dr. Ludwig wait-" He chased after the woman who had started to walk away.
Eric noticed Alana, really noticed her, for the first time. "Who is she Stan?"
Although his throat was starting to heal, his voice was still gravelly like shards of glass were there. "You leave Lil Miss alone Eric, she's the Sheriff's bonded."
The news stopped Eric short. "You're lying."
"What the matter Viking- didn't Godric tell you himself?" Stan smiled, liking the shoe being on the other foot. He usually never got a chance to fuck with Eric; usually it was always the other way around. "Looks like someone has been dropped down a peg or two on the Sheriff's list of affections."
"Shut up Stan." Eric said quietly, staring at the strange girl and thinking.
Just then his cell phone went off, playing the tune of "Crazy Bitch" by Buckcherry. He flipped it open and spoke with boredom, "Yes, Pamela."
He listened for a second and became irritated, "Tell her the answer is- No." Eric started to pace, "I don't care what she wants." He ground out his teeth, the muscle twitching in his jaw. He stopped and gripped the phone as if it was a throat he was strangling. Whatever Pam had said next really- really pissed him off. "Just Do IT!" He shut the phone, hanging up on her.
"Troubles on the home front?" Stan mocked.
Eric ignored him and bent down to take a closer look at Alana and her weirdly shining skin. "She doesn't smell normal-not quite like a vampire-not completely. It's almost like she's something more." He leaned closer to her face, speaking quietly his thoughts aloud. "What- are- you…?"
His fingertips cautiously reached out to touch her.
"Get away from her." Godric hissed, speeding over to practically shove Eric out of the way. "She's too fragile and unstable right now. I don't want her to wake up and be frightened by an unfamiliar face."
Eric hid his hurt behind indifference, shrugging as he stood up, to back off.
Godric only had eyes for Alana and barely noticed anything else. He would take her home and with the instructions left by Dr. Ludwig, and hopefully see her well enough to find the Pythoness and get answers. Stan became aggravated and asked the only question everyone else seemed all too happy to forget. "What about Belle?"
Godric waved a hand dismissively behind him in Eric's direction. "You will see to it."
Both vampires narrowed their eyes at the Ancient and his blatant disregard for his lieutenant. Eric gave Stan a hand up and nodded to him in temporary truce. He really liked Isobel and couldn't believe his Maker was basically not giving a shit about her welfare. He noticed Stan's anxiety was more than just the concern of a colleague and wondered if Isobel knew.
There had been a time or two, decades ago, when the Latina bombshell had rocked his nachos. He smirked at the memory but wisely kept it to himself.
Without another word to either of them, Godric gently scooped Alana up into his arms, kissing her temple in worship, before leaping in flight. They both watched as he abruptly, and very rudely, left them to their own devices.
"How long has he been like this?" Eric asked, more than upset.
Stan started to unbutton his ripped flannel shirt, noticing the Viking's tone and understanding it completely. "Ever since he met her."
He thought on it a bit and explained. "I can hardly blame him though. It's like that when you fall in love…"
Stan was embarrassed at his admission and turned away, throwing the rag of a shirt on the ground. Eric just stood in shell shock.
"So how do you want to go about saving Belle and killing those pieces of bible thumping shit?" Stan said, changing the subject with renewed rage.
Eric didn't hear him and asked a question he'd been pondering of his own. A question that he not only didn't understand but was afraid to hear the answer to. "How do you know-" He looked over to meet Stan's gaze, struggling to finish.
"How do ya know- what?" Stan expelled in frustration when the Viking didn't say anything more.
Suddenly Eric found the courage, completely unaware that his voice sounded childlike and vulnerable. "How do you know when you're in love?"
Stan's mouth dropped open.
Thee Eric Northman, aka Viking Sex God, in love?
He grinned and slapped a knee with a hoot. Then walked over to his much taller comrade to smack him on the back in sympathy; chuckling a little at his stricken expression.
He slowly shook his head, thinking they may have finally found common ground. "You too- huh."

Gabe threw his heavy burden down in triumph, the dirt floor of the root cellar absorbing some of the impact. He had decided to take his prize to one of the many houses on the Newlin's vast church estate. She might not be the right vampire slut he was sent to get, but it was better than returning empty handed.
"Go get Steve." He barked to one of his boys, pulling out a lawn chair from a corner so as to sit down.
When something scurried over his foot, making him kick out in disgust, the bitch laughed. "What's the matter-?" Isobel bolstered into a sitting position, leaning against the brick wall weakened. "Don't you like your own kind?"
Gabe leered at the remark, but avoided eye contact. He'd heard about these undead things taking over your mind and wasn't giving the Cunt any chances. Acting as if he were high and mighty, he propped up one leg to rest on the other, pretending she wasn't there. He pulled out a fresh cigar and his cutter from a pocket inside his coat, clipping off one end with a snap. Before he found a match to light it, Isobel started baiting him.
"You will pay for this you know," she threatened with deadly calm, "as soon as my Sheriff gets here, you will be nothing more than body parts for the rats to feast on."
"Hmpff!" Gabe scoffed. "Somehow I seriously doubt that." He paused, finding his matches. "The other whore, who was on the ground sick or something, had all his attention. Why- he didn't even come after us. Those other two did."
This gave Isobel pause for only a moment, she understood Alana's welfare was paramount to Godric, but had to admit the information stung a little. Instead of letting the blood-bag in on the slight to her ego, she giggled like a school girl.
"You think Eric or Stan will be any less brutal," she said, clicking her fangs down, "you really are more stupid than I thought."
Her hatred for him was like a living thing, thickening the air he was breathing and making the short hairs on his neck stand erect. This wasn't his first rodeo however, so he easily shrugged off the warnings of his central nervous system. Fuck if he would be punked by nothing more than an animated corpse.
So with conjured thoughts of all the ways he could/would violate her, blindfolding her first of course, he boosted up his courage. He slowly lit his Bogart and puffed like a choo-choo, once again not paying her any mind.
Gabe smiled then, flashing his yellowed tobacco stained teeth.
"You know, after we kill you, I just might go back for that little hot ass with the big titties and green eyes. Show her what a real man can do. I'll fuck her pussy first before making her suck my cock. And then I'll make that faggot Sheriff of yours watch as I fist pump her tight ass before killing her." He blew out a big ring of smoke, throwing in as an afterthought. "Then again, she's not here right now, you are."
This made Isobel lose it. "I will yank each and every one of those rotten teeth out of your head before decapitating you. Then I will tear out that black piece of shit in your chest you call a heart, pissing on your twitching remains before I eat it."
The slew of rapid Spanish that followed, with the occasional English word thrown in the mix, was impressive to say the least. Gabe thought he just might have a migraine working itself up, from the venom and sound of her voice alone. Isobel struggled and bucked against the silver netting, spitting at him literally and verbally.
He was impressed she could muster up the strength. It was good to see a worthy adversary...it made breaking 'em down that much more fun.
"That's it Honey," He interrupted in his happy voice, "wear yourself out for me."
It was then that Steve Newlin arrived, rushing down the stairs in excitement. Gabe jumped up and out of the chair, to stand at attention.
"Where is she?" He exclaimed excitedly. "Hot damn Gabe, you really came through this time." Steve grabbed his hand to shake it vigorously before his eyes landed on Isobel and he stopped. "Wait- that's not the one."
"I know, let me explain."
Gabe hurriedly rushed out all the events of the mission, and then finished with, "So I figured his lieutenant was better than no vamp at all, and it's still a power move- she's like his second in command."
Steve's body language had gone through a series of changes while listening to the Marine's tirade, finally settling for satisfied.
"Good call then." He praised, suddenly having an epiphany. "Actually that's even better."
Isobel listened intently, hoping to hear details of what this "Reverend" had planned, but as if reading her mind he silently pointed up, while placing a finger over his lips; motioning Gabe to follow him to the stairs.
"Welcome Whore of Satan." He called jovially over his shoulder, gifting her with an appraising look as they went to leave.
"You're mama." Isobel retorted with less force than she would've liked. Her earlier rant really had zapped a lot of her energy.
Strangely though, Steve Newlin froze mid step and with a face full of fury; his features twisted and contorted, he slowly turned, facing her now with eye daggers.
She smirked, it would seem she'd hit on a nerve, and the religious psychopath had "mommy" issues…big surprise.
"DON"T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER!" Steve screamed, jumping in place like child having a tantrum. "She was a TRUE lamb of God," His arm was swinging in place with each word like a pulpit was before him, "You're not WORTHY to even RECEIVE salvation!" He was pacing now in front of her and even Gabe was marveling at seeing the unhinged version of Mr. Newlin. He stood on the third stair unmoving with his eyebrows raised.
"You-you-FREAK!" Steve continued, "You-you JEZEBEL!" Stopping directly in front of her, sounding like a high soprano eunuch, he practically stroked out. "You most unclean S-L-L-UUT!"
"Oh shut the hell up already." Isobel deadpanned. "You love mommy so much, then go dig her up and fuck her."
This knocked the wind out of his sails. He was trembling and staring off into space, pulling on the bottom of his sleeves with his fingers, mumbling to himself now.
Isobel and Gabe both had the realization of what this meant; strike them at the same time.
The Marine was speechless but the vampire lieutenant saw an opportunity; striking the seriously disturbing sore spot like a Cobra.
"Wow," She chortled a little unbelieving, "you really did- didn't you?"
Steve looked at her with fear, feeling exposed and too out on display. He realized a little, somewhere in his mind, that he needed to gain control of himself.
"What a literal…Mother-Fucker." Isobel marveled, working herself into full blown hysterics. She sing-songed over and over, "Motherfucker-motherfucker-who's the little motherfucker?"
Newlin couldn't take it, covering his ears, and yelling back. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
Gabe jumped down off the step, realizing he needed to intervene before his cash cow went all mamby-pamby into la-la land. He stomped over to Isobel and kicked her in the face, smacking the back of her skull to the wall. He made sure she'd be quiet with a few more kicks to the chest and side, and then went to Steve; ushering him back to the stairwell.
The Reverend was sobbing into his armpit and Gabe knew he'd never wear the faggot sweatshirt again. He yanked Steve away and smacked him in the face. "Snap the fuck out of it!"
Waiting a moment for the shock and surprise of being hit to register on Steve's face, he went on. "She's glamouring you. Trying to make ya think you've had sex with your own mother in order to make you crazy."
Steve sniffled and considered the "out" Gabe was offering him. He nodded then in relief. "You're right Gabe-" laughing nervously he wagged a finger in the other man's face, not noticing the grossed out look he still had. "She almost had me for a minute there- huh."
"You failed whore." He called over Gabe's shoulder, still tittering like a madman.
Isobel just sighed and lay unmoving on the floor.
He wasn't done though. "At least I wasn't betrayed by my own pet, you stupid bitch."
This piqued her interest and she lifted her head to look at him. Gabe was trying to push him backwards up each step, but he kept struggling to call out to her. "That's right-" He smiled like a loon, "don't worry...I'll tell Hugo you said hello."
She gasped aloud, the look of victory on Steve’s face being the last thing she saw before both men disappeared to the upper level.
Isobel felt all the fight drain completely out of her, as her bloody tears fell to the dirt; she settled her face to rest there once more. Her wracking sobs and broken heart devastated beyond all reason.
She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed, feeling more the fool than ever, but refusing to give up hope. The tears slowed with newfound resolve as she waited for her fate to be revealed to her.
"Oh Stan…" She whispered to the empty air, "please… hurry."
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