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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
- 16
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- 18
It's incredible how much one person can change you.
You hold them and just wait for the dream to end, as it couldn't possibly be real; wondering in amazement how you ever existed without them. Just by that look, that feeling, those words; when finally admitted and given life through declaration; they become your world. You're in love.
Godric was experiencing all these wonderments and more; caressing Alana's face and long raven hair; trying to find the will to pull himself out of her softness, as it was time for another dose of her medicine. She moaned softly as he ever so gently untangled their limbs. He kissed her mouth, running his tongue to trace its perfect fullness; whispering his undying affection into her ear, before reluctantly leaving her side and getting out of bed.
Alana, he thought fiercely, may no longer be human; only the Gods knew just what exactly she was- even he could tell by her scent she wasn't all vampire. But whatever she may or may not be, he vowed, she would most definitely always be his; no-one would keep them apart ever again.
The candle's flickering light was dying down, having burned for some time now; pink wax dripping all over his expensive mahogany dresser, but he could have cared less. Nothing was comparable to her value, he thought, while searching for the pants he'd tossed across the room. He looked all over the plush beige carpeting before finding them dangling from the grandfather clock; his haste to love her had been intense apparently. With a shake of his head and a grin, he pulled out the vial Ludwig had given him from a pocket; suddenly wondering if Alana might wish to redecorate. The light tight space was well furnished and strategically suited for any bachelor, but that was no longer the case. After all, it needed her touch just as much as he did. He would give her anything, there would be no limits; even if she no longer wished to stay here and wanted to move somewhere else; he would gladly give up his position as Sheriff in a human heartbeat just to please her. They would build better memories and start fresh. Yes, he quite liked the idea.
The crystal bottle seemed to contain the force of life itself; the glittering light being strong enough to rival any flashlight. Godric had reservations of giving more of this to Alana without knowing exactly what it was. But had no choice, he figured, but to trust the doctor; Ludwig having told him Alana could still possibly die without it, as her change was not complete. This thought alone chased away any doubts, and he went back over to the king sized canopy bed in a flash.
Godric leaned over her, uncorking the substance with his thumb, and using his other hand to carefully press down on her lower jaw; opening her mouth.
As he was bringing it to her lips to pour down her throat, a knock on his door sounded loudly in rapid procession; stopping him short and making him hone in on the heart; beating itself into tachycardia outside his chamber, and the owner- Hugo.
No doubt he was worried for Isobel and just wanted to be reassured of her safety as she'd yet to return with Eric and Stan. A part of him felt a little guilty for delegating her rescue to them and leaving, but if his Child were not capable, it would not of surely happened. Looking at Alana and feeling that overwhelming love again, made the thoughts in his mind ring false; in all honesty, he would have done nothing differently even if the other vampires hadn't been there. He would have let her die before taking any chances with Alana's welfare. It may be a harsh fact, but it was- Isobel was- expendable to him as Alana sure as hell was not.
Godric let Hugo keep knocking while he finished his task. He emptied the contents into her mouth and Alana swallowed easily in reflex. Her body arched up and the glowing of the tattooed symbols on her arms shot out blindingly as her luminosity intensified once more. They pulsed and ebbed strongly at first but within mere seconds; settled back into her skin, leaving only the green, blue, and gold sparkles again.
Alana's eyes shot open and focused their milky filmed blindness onto him.
"Godric-" She croaked.
"Shhh," he told her, "rest love- you are safe. I am here."
The infernal knocking had turned into pounding and Godric's patience was slipping away like water through a sieve. "I'll be just a moment." He growled, and immediately the irritating sound stopped.
He kissed Alana chastely and went to rip open the door; maybe to snap Hugo's neck for the interruption, or at least make him think he would. But before he could even move, she clutched his bicep in a vice grip, digging her fingernails into his alabaster skin with urgency.
"Wait-" She commanded, "He is MINE."
Godric was confused and his blue eyes darkened with jealousy; why would she lay claim to Isobel's human?
But before he could work himself up into a rage, she spoke.
"Traitor..."
Alana sprung from the sheets to be crouched on the floor; she was scenting the air and making jerky almost reptilian movements in front of the room's only entrance. Her naked backside had never looked more enticing but curiosity was winning over lust at the moment, as he had no idea what she was talking about.
Suddenly she stood erect, punching in the code to open the panel door with precision.
Hugo wasn't expecting to be greeted by a naked Alana; fangs extended in menacing welcome.
He shyly looked away in respect, knowing Godric wouldn't be pleased if he ogled her bountiful assets; not knowing it would hardly have mattered as his number was up.
She gave him a hungry snarl and what came next would hardly be considered a polite welcome for tea.
Hugo's screams could only be rivaled by the extent of his betrayal.

Nothing could have prepared Stan for what he saw.
Isobel was chained like an animal to a wooden wheel, her body obviously violated, and Stan's heart lurched. He'd been too little too late to prevent her degradation and the knowledge stung. He evaluated the room with rapid fury. Only two humans occupied it and he decided with resoluteness; they would suffer greatly before dying. It hardly mattered to him who, what, or where at this point; Isobel would be avenged.
Eric spared him one glance and that was all it took; they both were on the same page.
Isobel was still blindfolded, but smiled a fangy smile of relief- her knight had finally come. She only wished it had been fifteen minutes sooner.
"Make it slow." She purred out to them, her dried and flaking blood tears coating her face and chest.
They would no doubt, give the two twisted humans who'd hurt her pride, more than they could bargain for; teaching the true meaning of torture and sadism like only a vampire could.
"Oh darlin, we ain't having this party no other kind of way." Stan answered, wanting to go to her side and cover up her indignity; but knowing it would have to wait a little longer.
Gabe scrambled to grab one of the weapons they'd been using to torture her, but of course wasn't quick enough; Stan was there to break his arm before he even had a good grip on it. Eric had bum rushed Newlin; who had dropped to the floor and was trying to crawl out of the way. He lifted Steve to dangle into the air with one arm while waving his finger in front of his screaming bitch face. "Uh-uh-uh."
"Please-please-" Steve screeched. "I'll give you anything!"
"Anything?" Eric asked.
"Yes, yes, anything at all- just let me go."
The tears were streaming down his cheeks and he'd wet himself; the acrid smell of concentrated urine running down his legs; dripping down to the concrete slab of a floor like a leaky faucet.
Eric acted like he was considering something and then the light bulb had been screwed in. "Okay-" He started.
Steve sagged in his grip with relief.
"But I want your skin…" Eric slowly finished expelling an evil husky breath; his ice blue eyes hardening.
Steve's own widened in renewed fear.
"And I want your ASS." Stan bellowed to Gabe.
"Fuck you Vamp." The ex-Marine spat, trying to twist the now useless appendage out of Stan's hold.
"Oh no-" Stan laughed, whipping Gabe around and ripping off his pants. "F-U-C-K-" He grabbed the silver tipped dildo, shoving it up his rectum with the strength of a bull. "YOU."
Gabe howled as the instrument was shoved over and over again with great blurring speed to pierce his colon; blood gushed down Stan's arm as the Marine was bent over a table getting it up his tail pipe.
"Squeal like a pig- boy." Stan sing-songed.
Eric wiggled his brows at Steve. "We can't let them have all the fun, now can we?"
He dropped Newlin to the floor and used a sharp fingernail like a paring knife; slicing ribbons down Steve's face. "This is a good start." He softly told him.
Steve was in full blown hysterics and trying his hardest to get away from Eric, but the whole of his face was peeled like an orange in a flash; making him almost pass out from his own yells and pain; exposing his bloody musculature with startling myoglobin clarity- lips, eyebrows, cheeks, and nose all gone.
Eric touched Newlin's jaw, stroking his masseter, which was open in a perpetual scream; breaking the bottom portion right off, before striking at his tongue. The bit of muscled meat tore out as easily as butter and flopped to the floor just as Eric struck his abdomen; cracking and opening Newlin's ribcage; exposing his wildly beating heart and jerking lungs to the air for the first time.
"Straight from the tap." Eric sighed in pleasure. "Just- the- way- I- like- it."
Steve was nothing but a grunting, gurgling, and convulsing mass. Eric's hands plunged into the cavity; massaging the fascia lovingly as he bent to taste the fine vintage wine of a '72 Newlin Lambrusco. His incisors pricked the left ventricle of the beloved cardiac muscle with extreme care, not wanting it to gush, but rather trickle as it pulsed down his throat. With painstaking precision and patience he attached his mouth to draw sips slowly; its drumming reflex against his face was comparable to the way a woman orgasms- Eric wanted this to last as long as possible.
Gabe had vomited all over himself across the room, his mind overwhelmed with what was being done to him and what his eyes were seeing being done to his boss. He didn't realize he was begging until the pitiful sobs registered to his own ears in shame.
"That's right." Stan hissed. "You're MY bitch now."
He had an "aha" moment, stopping at his task to replace the dildo with his fist; plunging it deep into his anal cavity and grabbing hold. He'd heard a prolapsed bowel was painful and wanted to find out for himself if this was true; Stan pulled hard.
He assumed, and rightly so, that it was, as Gabe hit his best high anguished soprano note yet. Stan, using both hands now to pull the blood bag literally inside out; let him fall off the table while still holding his "reins" so to speak.
"See this is all you are." Stan said. "Nothin but a mass of shit."
Gabe was inching on the floor, crawling inadvertently towards where Isobel was confined; groaning and guffawing for mercy, as Stan played with the long human sausage link as if Gabe were a horse and these were his leads.
"Giddy-up," Stan hee-hawed, "ride mule."
Inspiration struck and he dropped them with a plop. Stan took two short strides over to Isobel; one of them being to step on Gabe's back and crack a couple ribs first. He yanked off her blindfold, looking up to her and seeing her unblinking chocolate irises appraising him as if for the first time. She was so beautiful even like this, and all he could think of was how he'd failed her.
"My gift to you Belle-" Stan shakily declared, pointing to Gabe while grabbing the keys left on a tray table beside the wheel to unlock her shackles; catching her as she tumbled forward, setting her to stand on wobbly legs. "I know I let you down by not getting here in time and for this I'll never forgive myself." He swallowed back emotion, holding her arms to keep her steady, and deciding he'd be damned if he didn't tell her. "But I swear on my undead existence, that I will make this up to in any way I can, even if that means my true death…I…I love you Belle."
Stan looked as nervous as any young suitor about to ask for the hand of their sweetheart in marriage. He was scuffling the toe of his boot to the ground and looking at her as if he knew the answer would be rejection. "You have Hugo, and I get that. But I just had to tell you."
Isobel, who should have been severely traumatized beyond repair, saw the hope and gift of the situation instead. She placed a finger to Stan's lips to shush him, stepping closer and leaning her naked form to his front; seeking the comfort of his love and not the despair of being victimized.
"Hugo betrayed us all." She whispered, inhaling the familiarity of his scent and finding she'd been a fool. "I found out he's been leaking information to the Fellowship all along, bitter because I refused to turn him."
Isobel replaced her finger with the gentle brush of lips instead; confessing her heart to him in turn.
"But I will not make that mistake ever again Stan…I love you too"
Stan seemed barely aware of her mouth's gentled caress against his own; pulling back in shock, that his suspicions of her douche bag boyfriend had been spot on.
"That slimy vermin, just wait till I get my hands- no my fangs- into him." Stan bellowed, and then realized what she'd also just said. He stopped short.
His hazel eyes grew large as he could hardly believe her confession. She loved him. Oh boy- she'd just said that she loved him.
He gripped her face in joy and smiled that lopsided grin she'd never really appreciated before; his short trimmed beard tickling her neck as he rapidly kissed her all of her face, nape, and of course her mouth.
Their kiss was explosive.
Tongues swirling and exploring, while hands roamed and became acquainted; bodies pressed impatiently together in heat and perfect fit. Stan ran his fingers through her ebony tresses, reveling in the silk and softness of everything she was giving him. Her being bold and none too bashful, clutched at his front; massaging his ever growing evidence of desire and breaking away to growl.
"Let us finish this. I want to go home so you can start making this up to me." Isobel winked at him and then turned to look at the mass that was Newlin. He was almost drained dry and Eric, being so enraptured in the task, hadn't even noticed what had transpired between them. But the other one however; all quivering, unraveled, and in hulking agony on the floor- still had life in him. That would not do.
"Foreplay?" She asked, teasing him to saunter over to Gabe; scraping her long manicured nails down his back to shred his t-shirt and draw more blood. She flicked hunks of epidermis and stratum germinativum; exposing his free nerve endings and giggled as he bucked with weakening screams.
"It would seem your plans have an alternative ending." She said teasingly, plunging her hand into the fresh gashes over his spine; to coat it with blood from the torn subcutaneous layer.
Isobel rubbed the sticky fluid over her taut nipples while letting a slight moan escape- only this time from anticipated pleasure. Stan grinned and flexed his own pectorals for her, making them jump and her giggle more.
"Yes- Ma’am." He slowly drawled, answering her first inquiry and sauntering over to drop down beside her; punching through the tender flesh of Gabe's side, to pull out a kidney, "ARRRGHHH!" Gabe shrieked over and over; but was ignored as they only had eyes and ears for each other.
He tenderly brought it to her lips like a piece of fruit.
"To new beginnings Darlin."
"New beginnings." Isobel agreed, suckling on the tiny organ and catching stray drops with her fingers; bringing them seductively to his mouth, letting him lick them clean.
"And…" She pushed her breasts forward as she arched her back, guiding his hand that held the kidney lower; rubbing a blood trail from sternum to navel to nether region.
"To…us." She finished sensually.
Stan gulped when he saw where she'd placed his hand, but wasted no time; tossing the little organ over his shoulder so he could use both hands to palm her curvaceous bottom. He dipped down to hover his face over her center; kneeling in prayer at her alter- about to feast. The muffled grunts, sputters, and whines of the damaged human leaking out blood beside them, served as perfect mood music to his ears.
Before Stan brought himself closer to her core; his breaths tickling her and making her pant. "God- Stan- love- please."
He murmured softly in worship, "Always…" then sank blissfully into her lap.
Isobel would not only know ecstasy before he was through, but she would also know without a doubt; if he had anything to say about it, to whom she now belonged to (mind, body, and soul)…forever.

Dr. Anna Ludwig cursed softly to herself in her library. How the fuck could Alana possibly be from the same Seely court as herself?
She asked the question aloud, while perched on a stool, hands splayed over worn and crumbling pages of the original Solon; searching for the right passage of her- no their- shared elfin history.
She had briefly been distracted by the background of dragons, finding the descriptions of their extinction fascinating; before finding what she was looking for. It would appear that the last battle of middle earth hadn't been what she'd previously believed.
Apparently the troll and dwarf tribes had been able to stow away a few changeling babes in the fray; creating half breed races that had survived all these centuries to present day. Ludwig's own bloodline was pure, her having been smuggled out of Sidhe, her homeland before the Drow invaded. But being of royal creed, she'd made the mistake of arrogantly believing she was the last. Her father had been quite the whore, she conceded with contempt; so accepting this fact of mixed lines wasn't implausible in the least- just seriously disturbing is all.
Her lifespan, although not indefinite, was considered "middle aged"; she having lived about three thousand years now. The powers she possessed were common to her kind. Once upon a time in this journey of her life, around 289 B.C., she'd befriended a young girl in a small village outside of Greece, her name at that time had been Vika.
They had played by the Pleistos River, swimming, picking flowers, and talking at great length of magical things. Whenever those from Vika's clan might intrude on their meetings; she would pop out of sight in order to preserve her anonymity.
Something about the innocent girl had attracted her and soon she'd found that they had become close friends. Vika had magic too, only her power lay in premonition and the manipulation of energies, her being able to bend those to her will and move objects with her mind. A gift from her father Apollo and a constant thorn in her mother's side; or so she'd told her at the time. Vika could tell if the weather would be bad and if the crops would be scarce, she would know the sex of a pregnant woman's unborn child or if a husband was unfaithful. If she had a craving for honey cakes; mysteriously all the women in the village would feel a strange urge come over them, baking from sunrise to sunset and getting none of their other chores done. Many disputes and suspicions arose as Vika grew into womanhood; those that feared her called her a pharmakeia or "witch", but those that sought her council called her Oracle.
Her destiny was known even then. When Vika had come of age, she was ordered to live at the temple on the high peak of the Delphi mountain; beginning her training to serve as the living deity. Ludwig of course followed her; popping in late in the evening after her meditations and chants were done. She would tell her about all the strange goings on and keep her updated on mundane gossip, while Ludwig would discuss her own studies at the Inter-Dimensional Academy of Magical Arts.
Over time she'd notice and tease how Ludwig didn't age or grow much.
Vika had thought her size and disposition funny, naming her vepaioa or "fairy"; relying on her to always be there when she was in trouble- which was a lot.
There was big differences between fairies and elves, and Ludwig detested being categorized with her flighty distant cousins. But this was what Vika had thought her at first. So she'd been reluctant at the time to correct her; afraid to delve her deeper into the flux of the war between the light and dark sides of her people.
The Drow were of the dark realm and waged war on the Eladrin or sun elves (which were her people); thinking to conquer the light which they so feared and were banned from walking in. Many didn't realize that the half breed Drow, having mated with humans, were the first vampires; infecting recruits with the venom of their bite in order to increase the size of their armies.
This backfired however, as the "new" race was unpredictable and unstable; eventually turning on those responsible for their creation.
While all the other elfin factions had withdrawn from this world, fleeing to the safety of Never Winter; Ludwig had stayed behind and enrolled in school to help find a cure for the unnatural condition. Her own parents and siblings had been slaughtered in the Crown Wars and no-one else seemed to give a damn. She'd used her powers to evade the Drow, her being the most gifted of her family, and used her savvy to thwart them at every turn. But she'd failed when it came to Vika, they'd gotten to her before she could stop them.
Ludwig had thought in by staying away, she'd be protecting her, and preventing them from discovering her and their friendship. Vika had begged her not to go, that together they would defeat any enemies that found them; wanting Ludwig to stow her away as she didn't want to be what her destiny dictated- The Oracle.
Her being arrogant and full of herself, thinking the charms she'd bestowed her would be enough; had disregarded Vika's tears and popped away, leaving her alone for almost eighty human years.
Ludwig remembered it like it was yesterday.
She'd been tracking a nest of vampires off the coast of Milan, wanting to test her newest serum; when a stabbing pain in her chest had seized her, making her pop to Greece and witness Vika being killed.
The Drow warrior Odatek Riftbard had laughed at her, dropping the almost lifeless Vika to the stone floor; attacking Ludwig. He'd known she would come to Vika's rescue and the battle between them had been savage. The black mist in the chamber had sealed her magic ability of just popping them to safety. So she'd had no choice but to face him; praying for time as Vika was slipping away fast.
Ludwig had managed to decapitate him, having willed his own sword through magic to turn on its master. The mists had dissipated and she'd given Vika a mixture of Ambrosia, Drow, and her own blood; creating the first and only demi-goddess vampire.
Her once beautiful young friend was now old and blind with cataracts. But was a force unlike any other before her; being able to walk in sunlight, feed off any living thing, and absorb other's energy as well as blood. She was now immortal.
No-one else knew how the Pythoness had been "born" and they'd decided to keep the intrigue going; spreading rumors far and wide that the Source of all creation had chosen her.
They'd eventually driven the Drow into the underworld and throughout history had ensured the balance of Good and Evil. Ludwig's fame throughout the supernatural realms had spread like disease; she was the doctor to go to for everything from an Ogre birthing to a Maenad's scratch.
Ludwig never had been able to adjust her serum to create a cure for vampirism, to date it was still a sore spot for her, but she'd come to accept the race and even work with them from time to time.
The Pythoness, who was formally Vika, also became a prominent figure head; being judge, jury, and executioner to the many dimensional disputes brought to her court. She survived even when the Gods and Goddesses had perished, losing followers as Christianity became the new religion.
So in truth it was Vika who had "chosen" Alana; sending her energy to that graveyard in order to prep her for assuming her position. Which meant that Alana had to be of elfin decent as the Drow/Eladrin life force would not inhabit a normal human girl. So she couldn't know for sure where the bloodline traced from without seeing Alana's family tree. A fact that Godric may have a problem with, once he finds out that his lady love- just might be fated to leave him.
A much loved familiar voice broke her train of thought.
"It is time old friend."
Dr. Anna Ludwig slowly turned around on her stool and prepared to say goodbye to the only person she'd ever called friend. There was still much unanswered and unfortunately Vika wasn't telling her. She internally sighed and hopped off her perch, to stand in front of the much taller woman; grabbing her hand and craning her neck up.
"I know." She whispered sadly.
The Pythoness smiled tenderly, shining nothing but devotion down to her.
"Then let us begin."
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