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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
- 17
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- 19
The sounds of ripping flesh and torn ligaments called to a more primal element within him. Sprays of blood coated the new carpeting like a child shaking a bottle of soda and popping off the cap. Godric was to say in the least transfixed.
Alana was ripping the now dead Hugo to shreds, and the only thought to his mind was how enticing the blood contrast was to her skin. He deliberated briefly of mundane "mainstreaming" agendas; only to disregard such silliness when she gleamed a smile in his direction; inviting him to join her in the fun. Yes- blood play was his secret sexual fetish and she knew it.
He recalled a conversation between them, in what felt like years ago, but was only a matter of days really. She'd said that they would be vigilantes and only harm those that were evil. It didn't mean necessarily that that had changed. Even if Alana had pounced onto the unsuspecting human with the experience of a well-seasoned predator. She deserved to be given the benefit of the doubt, he decided, internally chastising himself for thinking her completely different; Godric eased off the bed to be closer to her victim.
"Dearest-" He questioned hesitantly. "What crime of deception has this human committed against us, to warrant what you've done?"
Alana munched on muscled neck bone, her dainty fingers gripping Hugo's now lifeless shoulders, and stared up at him with unblinking milky white eyes. The tips of her raven hair were soaked into points along her shoulders, smearing red bloodlines in feathery kisses along the porcelain smoothness of her pale chest. Droplets shook off her chin as she widened her now feral smile; showing off her new dentition in the deadliest of lights.
"He was a very bad boy this one." She spoke in a carefree manner, letting the mangled corpse go; dropping with a thud against the doorframe. "Hugo was spying for that church and an enemy to us all-" Alana ran her tongue along her forearm; cleaning whatever wetness was there like a cat. "I saw it."
She shrugged and added before Godric could respond. "Plus I was hungry." Alana walked over to him leaving her footprints stamped out behind her. "You ever heard the saying 'kill two birds with one stone'-?" She giggled when he slowly nodded. "Well it was like that; punish the traitor-" She held both hands out as if weighing her words, "eat breakfast." Alana's hands seesawed. "Or eat breakfast- punish the traitor…I'm not sure, I mean I was still eating before he died and afterwards. So maybe it's a matter of opin-"
Godric interrupted her verbal quandary. "Enough, min lilla fresterska, I think I understand." His voice was barely audible, as he was beginning to feel slightly unsettled by her cavalier mannerisms. "Come here please." He sat back on the bed and patted the spot next to him.
Alana dropped her arms to her sides and lost her smile, sticking out her trembling lower lip a little. "You- you're unhappy with me." Crimson pools were collecting in her eyes and threatening to fall.
If humans have mood swings and are bipolar, then Alana was having the mother of all ones now as a vampire; dropping to her knees before him and covering her face with her hands in shame.
Godric instantly was contrite and speeded to her. He wrapped his arms around her small frame; enveloping her nakedness to his own, in a fierce embrace, wishing he could take back whatever had set her off. "Make no mistake Alana-" he kissed her face and licked her tears, "I am never unhappy with you!"
He smoothed her hair back away from her face and tucked wet strands behind her ears, cupping her chin to lift it. "I'm just confused and want to make sense of all that has happened- all that has…changed."
Godric gently kissed her before caressing her shoulders and moving them lower to palm her bottom as she wrapped her legs around him. He hoisted them both up and brought them to land on the bed with her underneath him.
"Oh, don't you know by now," Godric's voice was pleading, "that there is nothing- ever- that could push my heart away from yours?" He whispered, nuzzling her neck and feeling like he would explode, if she were to never be happy again.
"Really?" Alana sounded so insecure, that Godric wanted to stick silver needles into his eyes for upsetting her.
"Yes- really." He sighed in desperation, kissing her deeply.
She giggled again and the sound made Godric so relieved that he imagined a choir of angels singing a heavenly chord. Alana gripped his face as their kiss deepened, breaking away after a moment to rest her forehead up against his.
"I love you."
"And I you." He responded sincerely
"Godric-" Her hesitation was palpable. "What- what has happened to me?"
Alana's body had started to quiver as if cold, but knew this wasn't the cause as she had no need of warm blood anymore, save for feeding. She was uncertain and afraid of the unknown. He wished he could give her answers to soothe, instead of deepen her concern with his own reservations.
"I'm not entirely sure." He started, wanting to be honest and protect her at the same time. "But we have friends helping us, and I'm sure we'll know more soon."
She relaxed slightly in complete trust and Godric knew he would sacrifice anything, as if he hadn't already vowed as much before; to make sure she was content and completely unharmed.
"Let us take a shower and clean up." He suggested. "There is time I think for that before we discuss the events that took place after the car crash."
"Okay." She grinned, thoroughly distracting herself with running her fingers in his chestnut hair.
"You know it's strange…" She mused.
"What is?" He asked when Alana didn't finish.
She raised up her hips to press against his flirtatiously, almost distracting him, but determination was a survival skill acquired after so many centuries in his existence that he persisted.
"Tell me."
Alana laughed at his annoyance, but answered him just the same.
"It's weird being blind, yet I see everything-" She sobered a moment, controlling her many emotions to confess. "It's like I see what their soul is inside a person. I also watch these like-like- movies," Alana licked her lips nervously before continuing, "that show past, present, and-and-" Her stuttering had worsened and she was shaking her head.
"It's okay Alana. Please, go on- tell me." Godric said soothingly, while stroking her face and planting kisses along her neck and jaw.
She had this strange sense of foreboding overwhelm her, and suddenly felt as if her heart was being pierced by searing hot liquid fire. Alana had no need of air to breath but found she was hyperventilating anyway. Godric immediately manipulated their positions to be cradling her in his lap, while propping his back against the headboard.
"Oh Godric-" She choked out his name with a forced exhalation, "I see the most horrible things in the future…" Alana was sobbing anew; only these were the cries of true mourning and loss, not like the previous ones of embarrassment and shame.
"You are safe." He crooned while rocking her. "There is nothing that can hurt you- nothing I will ever allow to hurt you." Godric reinforced with deadly calm. "Just purge yourself of whatever is plaguing you and I will take care of it. Whatever it is."
She seemed reluctant to say anything more, as if speaking her demon aloud, would most certainly make whatever she feared come true. He found his practiced patience wearing thin but kept quiet anyway, allowing her the time to settle, and decide to share with him.
"There is a certain scene that replays…" She started tentatively.
"Yes." He encouraged.
Alana rested her head under his chin and played with his nape, twisting the pin straight short hairs as if plucking at a harp. "I see a rooftop and it's almost sunrise…" She paused.
Just then the sounds of hooting and hollering could be heard entering the house and Eric appeared in the doorway, bowing to his maker with a smirk. Godric wasted no time flipping Alana into the comforter as to conceal her nakedness from him.
"Yes my Child." He addressed Eric with formality, as he was severely irritated that Alana had been interrupted. "I take it Isobel has been procured."
"It is done and the FOTS leaders have been exterminated like the vermin they are." Eric said this while looking down to the cadaver he believed to be Isobel's human Hugo; gashed flesh and exposed organs were in ripped jig-jagged patterns, seemingly too sloppy for his maker, so he made a very astute guess. "Your woman?"
Godric nodded, still shielding Alana with his body, and said nothing more to him. Eric got the hint and bowed again. "We will wait for you to join us in the living area."
He vanished with a flash and Alana peeked her face from the cocooned roll Godric had placed her in. "Who or what is a Child?" She asked curiously.
"Eric is my creation." He answered. "I turned him into vampire over one thousand years ago to be my companion." Alana's large almond shaped eyes widened slightly but Godric continued. "In my world-" He corrected himself. "Our world- the terms for your creations would be Childe or progeny. So in turn I am considered his father or Maker. There are many magical bindings between us because of this and before I met you, there was no other in existence that I cared for."
He allowed her to digest this before continuing. "We are bonded."
Alana thought maybe she should ask the obvious, not that it mattered- much, but she'd have to get it out in the air anyway. "Were you lovers?"
Godric wasn't surprised by the inquiry but answered her in a very round about delicate sort of way, that answered the question but just not outright. "Vampires view sensations or pleasures without prejudice. All forms of affection can be expressed without taboo."
She was satisfied enough by his response, but even more so after he added to it.
"Eric and I have not expressed our feelings for each other physically for centuries." He patted her bottom reassuringly.
"Now back to what you were telling me." Godric said, changing the subject.
Alana ignored his prompting. "So what did you mean procure Isobel?" She sat up straight and shook off her goose down covering. "I saw Hugo's betrayal of us to that sick minister but please don't tell me they took her." She was shaking with rage anew. "Why weren't you the one saving her Godric?" Her venomous accusing glare almost made him shrink back- almost.
"You were near death and I needed to care for you," his melodic voice said devoid of regret, "Isobel understands this, I'm sure."
Alana growled a cute baby tiger type of growl. The emitted sounds vibrated her vocal cords in an adoring fashion. He grinned at her, further pissing her off, and making her want to scratch out his cobalt eyes. Then just as he was about to grab her to him and use her sexy anger to fuel a growing desire within him, she sprang once again from the bed and speeded from the room- much to his chagrin as she was still unclothed. So of course he followed suit, blurring to the living room in all his naked glory himself.
"Lil Miss," Stan exclaimed excitedly, but soon, after realizing she was naked as a jay bird; looked past her head to a painting that hung on the far wall. "Welcome home- glad you're okay- Hi Sheriff." He said this all gruffly and in short sentences.
Eric had no qualms about what he was visually appreciating and extended a hand in which she gave him a small smile and her own to hold. Eric brought the dainty digits to his lips, bending over to lightly kiss each one. "Enchanted." He murmured.
Alana was immune it would seem to his charms and rolled her eyes at the Viking; barking over her shoulder to Stan. "Where is she?"
Godric glared at Eric who chuckled and swiftly dropped Alana's hand from his larger one. "Getting prude in your ancientness I see." He taunted him, when Godric looked ready to pounce. "No worries Godric- she is rather a beauty, I'll give you that. But my tastes have been more blonde as of late."
"Isobel's in her room." Stan answered Alana, still looking anywhere but directly at her. "She needed some…space."
Alana seethed a glance to Godric before leaving the room in pursuit of her friend. Godric blanched.
"So it would seem we're not the only ones upset at your abandonment of Isobel." Eric stated losing his smile. "That was kind of- as the humans say- fucked up of you."
Godric's empty eyes looked at both Stan's and Eric's scornful ones.
"I did what I felt necessary- and would do nothing differently." He replied with flat affect. "Alana is alive, Isobel was rescued, and both of you still stand; even after such disrespect." He clenched his teeth with the last. "All is well in my book." Godric finished.
Both men stood opposed to their superior in dirty slacks with gore dried bits clinging to their prospectively pale skins; looking to have just fought and won a great battle. Godric who was clean but fully naked appreciated what must have transpired in the reclaiming of Isobel, so decided to cut them some slack; relaxing his tense stance and offering an olive branch.
"Let us not discuss what has already passed. Both of you look in dire need of a shower before debriefing me of said events. I'll need to prepare for any backlash from the Authority." He remembered something else. "Eric, we'll also need to go over the little matter of the former King of Nevada and his demise."
Eric nodded curtly but his steel hard stare never faltered. He was still disappointed with his Maker's "new attitude" and wasn't one to let a bone go once it stuck in his craw.
Stan looked between the two and decided to gracefully bow out. "Eric, Godric." He gave a chin lift to both of them. "I'm gonna check on the ladies and then grab a blood- either of you want one?"
Both men shook their heads ‘no’ simultaneously without breaking their haughty gazes.
"Right- well- I'll be back then." Stan said fleetingly; hurrying away from the hostile air of the living area.
"You have something to say to me Child?"
Although Eric was taller than Godric by a good foot, nothing in the shorter man suggested that anything was lacking; he was extremely powerful despite his stature. Eric knew all too well how much Godric could make minced meat of him; having suffered his wrath a time or two while newly born. But Godric didn't choose him for his cowardice, or his good sense at times for that matter.
"You're damn right I do," Eric grunted with a snort of disbelief, "you basically left a member of your nest to die- your lieutenant no less- for the silly affections of a girl you just met." Eric said this last coldly, even though he knew what would be coming; someone had to tell Godric- and if not him then who?
"You dare…" Godric barely breathed out.
"Yes." Eric cockily shot at him. "I do."
He swept a hand through his pink blonde hair, still slightly wet from carnage, and grimaced in frustration. "If it was me instead of Isobel, would your actions be the same?"
The question had a vulnerable quality to it that didn't go unnoticed by the two millennia old sire. All anger immediately left him. He was without words.
"I understand you've fallen in love with her Godric, but does that forsake all those you've sworn to protect…all those who-" Eric's voice broke and he finally looked away.
Godric was directly in front of Eric in an instant. He raised his hand up to touch the side of his face; the face whose beauty and fierceness had captured his attention all those centuries ago; the face that was heartbroken and insecure now. Eric had a breathtaking form and was a warrior well before his change as Death's companion. Memories flooded his mind and he realized some of Eric's concern was founded. He had disregarded all else in lieu of his fascination of Alana. There had to be a balance somehow, of this he had hope for at least.
"You're right, there is room in my heart for more than one, and it was my duty not only as Sheriff, but as Isobel's friend, to have tried to prevent her from being kidnapped." Godric said this depressively. "I cannot answer you though, for I don't trust myself not to wound you further." He grabbed his hand and squeezed. Eric let a single tear fall before shaking free of his Maker's grasp roughly.
"I will shower now." He stated, turning his back to speed from the room and his disabled pride.
Godric felt all the more inadequate as Eric effectively cut off their bond; he didn't want him to know or feel just how much he had hurt him. But he knew anyway and was sorry. It wasn't anything planned, at least not by his own design; this inexplicable need to put Alana before all else was consuming. It just was. There was no rhyme or reason as the saying goes.
Because before Alana, his only thoughts were of fatigue and distaste for what he was, she gave him his spark back, therefore his life and all he was, was hers and hers alone. It was almost as if he'd been reborn for a third time that night; the night he'd saved her from those two derelicts. There was no way to dissect the etiology of this living thing between them- his devotion to her, it had never before happened to him. Even finding Eric and taking him to be by his side; paled in comparison to what he felt for Alana. It was almost supernatural. How else could mere days surmount in value so much more so than centuries. Yes, Eric was correct unfortunately; he would forsake all others just for her.
"Godric."
Speak of the devil.
"Yes, min lilla fresterska."
She'd spent some girl time with Isobel and had donned a pretty summer dress, after speaking at length of her torture. It was soft lavender with little fuchsia and white flowers speckling the skirt. By any and all concerned, especially him, she looked innocent and refreshingly pure. A small white headband swept back her raven locks, but she was still barefoot. Her expression was hesitant again and not so much angry anymore; he feared she'd either "seen" or heard the conversation between himself and Eric. Alana hurried to him, flinging her arms around him desperately; before kissing his mouth so intensely he literally forgot who and what he was for a moment. He was, for a space, just a boy and she was just a girl- kissing.
She broke away. "I'm sorry."
"I know you are, it's okay."
Alana shook her head vehemently. "Isobel explained to me some of what happened and what you went through…I had no right to judge."
"And I had no right to completely abandon her I'm afraid."
"She really does understand Godric." Alana consoled his conscience. "Did you know her and Stan are now an item?" She said this, changing topics effectively; while clapping her hands together in happiness of the news.
"Really," Godric was astonished, "that has got to be the last thing I ever thought to see happen." He marveled.
"Oh yes, so you see, not everything is doom and gloom. Sometimes there are situations- that although horrible, present us with something wonderful too." Alana primped a little for him while smirking with wiggling brows, making him return the smile in amusement.
Then it was as if a cold wind had blown over her face; her persona did another one eighty, as one of her many mood swings over the past hour had- she was frowning now in complete opposite of her recent smile. "Your Child, Eric- is it?"
"That is his name yes."
"He hates me doesn't he?"
Godric thought to lie, but found he couldn't. "At the moment, I would say dislikes is more appropriate."
"Oh…" Her shoulders slumped with sighed resignation.
"Give him time Alana, he will accept you."
"Yes Alana, give me time." Eric mocked from the doorway.
They both turned to look at him; black jeans and matching black muscle tee, fully cleaned up and in all his masculine glory. He wasn't smiling but somehow the hard look fit him. He sauntered over to them just as Stan and Isobel entered the room.
"Godric," Stan said, "I've agreed to accompany Eric to Louisiana to help him with an issue he's having there. I would like Isobel to come too. It shouldn't be more than a week- two tops."
Alana looked to Godric with her blind milky irises with something akin to pleading. He knew without asking that she wanted to go; possibly to get a chance to sway Eric to her team and mend fences between them. But he had his reservations, especially with Ludwig making it clear that Alana's state was fragile. He considered.
"What matter is so dire that my progeny of more than a millennia cannot handle it on his own?"
Stan darted a glance to Eric who was giving Alana a look between murder and smoldering desire. She didn't fidget or squirm once to her credit. Instead she clutched Godric's arm in possessive challenge; making Eric quirk a brow.
He decided to answer for Stan as it was his issue after all and everyone- save one who had yet to prove herself to him- could be trusted completely. "Sophie Anne is trying to force me to sell V for her and her delinquent IRS debt. I need someone she's not familiar with to be a mole in her court."
"She breaks the sacred vow of the blood?" Godric quietly hissed in disgust.
"Yes, she is very arrogant and full of her position. I would like to introduce her to her true death but need to do so with care, as I cannot risk it being traced to me."
Godric used defying speed to flash from the room and return fully clothed in light cream chinos and a navy blue button down dress shirt.
Isobel clasped Alana's hand and whispered. "I do so hope you can come- you bring me peace when I am with you."
Alana clutched her offered hand to her mouth and kissed it. "You're my best friend Izzy…" She met Godric's eyes and answered with firm defiance. "Of course we'll come along and help."
Before Godric could protest, Eric intervened. "Perfect. We'll be one big happy fucked up family then." He flipped open his cell and started making arrangements with Anubis Air for their trip.
Stan gave Godric an apologetic grimace as he knew his Sheriff was less than happy right now with the sudden change of plans. He fixed his dark brown suede cowboy hat in place and pulled Isobel away from Alana; murmuring low in her ear. Isobel stiffened but nodded in understanding. "I'm sorry, I was being selfish. Of course you two must stay behind to deal with Alana's new condition."
Alana became incensed. "Excuse me, but since when did I become the lab rat in the mad scientist's laboratory?" She fumed.
Stan and Isobel looked down to the area rug with fascination as Godric slowly approached her and put his arms to drape over her shoulders. "Sweetheart this brings me no pleasure, believe me. But I need to consult with Dr. Ludwig before we leave the state. Your turning isn't normal- not by far- and I will take no chances with your safety."
Eric finished his call and heard the tail end of Godric's concerns. He surprised everyone there who knew his stance, as far as Alana and his Maker were concerned, by providing a logical argument in the defense of granting her desire to accompany them.
"Godric, Dr. Ludwig is able to pop anywhere on the planet; let alone Shreveport. I've employed her on several occasions and am more than willing to pay her fee. Alana will be with us and completely guarded at all times. This really won't take that long if properly executed." He attempted to look sincere but his Maker knew him all too well.
"And just what, pray tell, is in this for you Eric, besides the dethroning of an unworthy monarch?" Godric asked narrowing his eyes.
"Nothing really, I just feel in the mood to thwart you." He smiled with fang. "Besides, there is a woman I know in Bon Temps, who would be perfect to provide your accommodations. She's a telepath, so would be able to screen any potential threats or maybe just help Alana adjust; seeing as she isn't a full vampire and may need someone there who can understand what it means to be a freak."
Before he could enjoy the jab that sent Alana weeping from the room, Godric had punched him in the balls so hard that Eric dropped to his knees; barely managing not to show weakness by crying out in pain. Isobel chuckled into Stan's collar, not daring to mock Eric openly, but secretly glad for the punishment as it was deserved.
"You will never intentionally hurt her like that again. You will go to her right now and apologize for your malevolent behavior. You will beg on hands and knees for her forgiveness."
"But-" Eric squirmed. "It was only a joke…"
"AS YOUR MAKER I COMMAND IT!" Godric screamed, in no mood for more side talk, argument, or banter.
And just like a puppet whose strings had been yanked out the box, Eric sprung to his feet and high tailed it after Alana without choice.
Stan felt for both of them, Alana and Eric. It wasn't easy to adjust in blended families especially when one was used to being an only Child like Eric was. And poor Lil Miss had just had this whole mess dumped in her lap; shit he'd seen the lights in that graveyard and would be scared and confused too if he'd been chosen like that. He kissed Isobel's forehead and held her where they stood, addressing Godric who was standing almost in downtime, he was so still.
"Sheriff, despite being an asshole, Eric did make some solid points. Maybe it would be good to get away and spend time together-" He stopped when Godric spun his head around to glare at him. "Now hear me out." Stan reasoned. "You know me and Belle would give our lives to protect her and love Alana almost as much as you do. She can't be cooped up in the nest forever, and that Ludwig does make house calls."
"Go on." Godric commanded when Stan started to say something else but changed his mind.
"Well," Stan said, unconsciously protecting his own sac with his other hand, "let's face it, Eric is going to have to get used to Alana. She is after all his step mother now and well- well- that Oprah on the TV says that you can't alienate your kids through a change that big. You gotta involve them as much as possible. It's only healthy right?"
Stan would have held his breath if he needed to breath. It didn't help that Belle's whole upper body was shuddering against his midsection in barely contained laughter; she was biting his left pectoral lightly. Godric literally dropped his jaw and continued to stare at Stan like he'd just licked a window on the short bus.
He didn't get incensed. He didn't even laugh like Isobel was doing; not so silently anymore I might add. He just openly gaped at his third in command in utter disbelief.
Finally after a minute or two, his jaw closed and he went from shocked to curious.
"So Stan, please tell me…how long have you been watching Oprah?"
Isobel lost it completely and threw her head back in fits. Godric smiled and cocked an eyebrow to Stan, who scowled in return; sulkily looking from Isobel to Godric with embarrassment.
"Well?" Godric asked, losing his composure to softly chuckle.
"Fuck you." Stan replied, stomping over to the hallway to go pack up his things in his room for the trip.
Before he reached the entrance, he turned on the heels of his cowboy boots to further add. "That Oprah knows what she's talking about- she ain't half bad for a breather. So Hardy- Har- Har, laugh all ya want… but at least I'm trying to be proactive." he finished with a huff.
"That you are." Godric laughed, feeling in a much better mood.
He looked to Isobel on the floor wiping blood tears from her cheeks and instantly sobered. "I was wrong before-"
She stopped in her merriment, her doe brown eyes shining forgiveness, and became serious; holding up her hand to stop him. "There is no need."
He nodded and offered her a hand up. "Shall we go then and tell them the news together?"
"Tell them what?" Isobel wondered.
"That Daddy has decided to take Mommy to Shreveport, and Junior had better mind his manners." Godric quipped.
Isobel cackled anew in which Godric joined her, both holding hands in deeper friendship as they strolled towards their quarters.
"Priceless." Isobel admired.
"Indeed." Godric winked.
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