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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
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- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
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The molded wax and herb flakes were added to the fire, causing the supernatural blue and white spitting flames to rise higher up in desperation, as the chanting of ancient text was screamed above the howling winds. This was no normal fire. It was made of that soul substance in which all things are birthed from. It was universe; raw and unhindered. It was manna.
Only centered commune with the divine and the stars were present. It was a new moon and it would facilitate a new death. She would do this duty with a reluctant heart but none the less efficiently.
An Elfin princess and a Crone goddess cast the circle of un-creation; calling upon the black void of nothingness to erase, unmake, and take back that which was gifted; for only eternity is forever and all must recycle back- eventually.
They were in Stonehenge and the shadows of Druid energies were pulsing the rune symbols scratched into the earth all around them. Both women were sky clad and on opposite sides of the magically forged fire pit. Their arms were raised to the heavens. Anna's sharp voice invoked the Source as Vika hummed and swayed.
Swirling vortexes of energies became whirling eddies of mini tornadoes dancing along the pentagram. She paused.
The gold chalice that had been placed upon a stone slab amidst the inferno was immune to the heat of the many licking flames but not the spell that had been cast; as evident by the bright yellow metal turning as black as onyx. The rubies, amethysts, and sapphires adorning the sides all blended their colors to be rain bowed lights shooting out into the five points honoring the elements of life; wind, air, earth, fire, and spirit.
It was ready.
If Ambrosia gave immortality, then its counterpart was the river water of Styx; mixed with the same vital elements that had precipitated Vika's change to begin with; Drow blood harvested from a pit in Hell, as well as Ludwig's own, had been stirred within it. All the Pythoness had to do was drink.
Anna reached into the enchanted heat, suffering no injury as she herself was immune, and gripped the goblet of the Holy Grail. Her hand was unusually steady. Her nerves however were not. She gave a small anxious laugh very much out of character for such sinister ceremonies.
"This is really it." Ludwig unwillingly admitted.
"Yes, my dearest Anna…it is."
The Pythoness slowly walked around the circle to grip her short friend's shoulder in reassurance. Her white eyes absorbed some of the light being cast from the pit; taking on a bluish hue. The wrinkles on her face, which had given up trying to fight gravity long ago, seemed even more pronounced as she leaned in to put her cheek to Anna's own; with all the love in her heart that could be conveyed by such a small gesture. Tears of joy and pain flowed freely from both of them now.
Saying goodbye is never easy under the best of circumstances, but there is a different quality when you know it's a permanent reality instead of just a prolonged absence.
"Do you recall back in the 16th century when I teased you about refusing to wear a corset?" Vika suddenly asked, becoming sentimental.
"Yes I do." Anna grumbled, acting as if the outburst were completely ordinary. "Damn contraptions were nothing more than fashion disguised torture devices, whose only function was to make women so depraved of oxygen that they couldn't think!"
Vika laughed out heartily. "Yes- my goodness Anna, you told the inventor-" She shook her head back and forth trying desperately to finish, but her humor had taken all sensibility. So Ludwig finished for her, also smiling.
"I remember- I told the pompous tart, that if she wanted to constrict something so badly, then maybe she should've invented a penile version; so as to have more blood flow to the male brain!"
The doctor, reliving the memory in Technicolor, began to burst out laughing with as much intensity as her friend. "That at least would be something to advance the pursuit of science-" She slapped her knee bent over. "I would've gotten behind that cause one hundred percent!"
Vika enthusiastically nodded her head in agreement but realized she was no longer laughing. She gripped Anna into a bone crushing hug, her mirth having been spent, and her whole body in pain from sadness. "You were always my joy." She whispered into the little woman's ear. "All these years became bearable, in just knowing I had my friend…thank you."
Ludwig clutched her hands together behind the Pythoness's back, not wanting to let go or complete the ritual. She let out a pained cry of the wrenching kind, feeling as if her soul was being torn in two; a piece of which, she no doubt realized, would die tonight with Vika.
The Pythoness was not only her friend, but she was in her heart, the only family she had left. And knowing Alana shared a root from an ancestral tree, didn't change the fact, that the woman she was now clinging to with all her worth, was her only true love.
"I can't do this," Ludwig sobbed, "what you ask is too much."
"Yes- yes you can Anna." Vika brokenly reassured her, siphoning off her own grief. "You must, it is the only way."
The Pythoness then eased Ludwig off and down her body, breaking their embrace and tried for the sake of kindness to smile again, but the art and ability had lost itself to her; so instead she set her mouth into a hard line of finality.
Her tone and presence became commanding, with all the air and authority of Delphi's most powerful Oracle. She stonily evaluated Anna, who was shocked into submission by her sudden lack of empathy; while deadpanning her last order.
"Give me the Grail."

"Alana my sweet," Godric nudged his lady love with his nose, kissing her cheek in their shared coffin. "Wake up please, it is time to rise and meet the residents of Shreveport."
Her bright green eyes opened and practically shined like a night light in the dark space. "Already," She said with a surprised yawn. "I feel like we just left."
Alana stretched a little, as much as the cramped quarters would allow anyway. Godric chuckled at her pouty tone and tickled her ribs. "Yes we did…seven hours ago."
"Anibus delivered our prospective coffins to Eric's club after we landed. I've been waiting until full sundown to disturb you." He continued playfully, suggesting he'd been awake for more than an hour.
"You keep that up and we're not getting out of this box until I've had my revenge on you." Alana huskily warned, flipping on top of Godric, and plunging her hands underneath her into his trousers.
Godric immediately sobered. He sought out her smiling mouth and traced his tongue over her lower lip. Alana's fangs dropped with a click and she growled low in her throat with desire. Godric allowed his own elongate in turn and come out to play.
"Don't threaten me with a good time min lilla fresterska." He whispered softly, bridging the gap. He cradled her face with his hands and pulled her down forcefully.
Their kiss was volatile and desperate. It was as if each and every union between them was their first. He shredded the scrap of fabric covering his own piece of divine, panties or thongs he believed humans called them. Godric could have cared less really except that they were in the way. He plunged a finger into her slick core making Alana break their kiss to moan next to his ear. He added another.
"Feed from me while I finger you." He commanded, his thumb closing in on her clit to massage small circles.
Alana needed no further encouragement and struck his neck like a cobra. Her hips grinding against his ministrations as she suckled like a baby on his life force.
"That's it-" Godric hissed, "Mine."
He found her neck and slowly sank his own throbbing incisors into the tender flesh there. They were one, in the truest sense of any unbreakable circle. The bond between them would never weaken.
As if in sync with each other's thoughts they stopped feeding at the same time and rejoined their mouths to swirl tongues in another bloody kiss. Her hand was working his shaft as vigorously as Godric's hand was working her own sex. They both were so close.
The bright lights of a shared orgasm burst between them and they both rolled their eyes back in their heads and shouted out simultaneously.
Alana collapsed on top of Godric panting. "I love you so much."
"I wish there was a word stronger than that." He also panted. "What I feel seems so much more than just love…" Godric wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her in a protective hug. "I worship you."
She smiled and said what they both didn't want to say because it would mean ending this. "We have to join the others."
"I know." Godric reluctantly agreed. "But can't we do this again first, only with me on top this time?" He asked hopeful.
Just then a sharp knocking came from the lid above them and a very amused female's voice answered his query before Alana had the chance.
"Only if I can watch."
"It is rude to eavesdrop Pamela." Godric scolded harshly. "Ni kommer ihåg ditt sätt eller drabbas av min vrede unga en."
"Ursäkter Morfar. Vi kommer att invänta din närvaro i baren." Pam responded immediately, sounding contrite but still pleased with herself.
"Grandsire?" Alana questioned in a low tone.
Godric was shocked. "Since when do you speak Swedish?"
Alana shrugged against him. "I guess as of now."
"Interesting…" He murmured, thinking to himself what else they would discover about her changing talents during their visit, Godric spanked her ass lightly. "Let us join the others and find you a proper meal."
Alana adjusted her dress down and popped the coffin's lid open, speeding out to stand in the empty office.
She turned around slowly taking in what she assumed was Eric's business space. It was very simple much to her amazement, although she could tell what little furniture and few decorations the office held, were definitely high end and expensive. She was disappointed in a way, hoping to get to know Eric a little better by his possessions. It still bothered her that he hated her so much. No matter what Godric said otherwise, she knew deep down, she'd come between them.
Godric joined her from behind and wrapped his arms around her. "What troubles you love?" He nuzzled the nape of her neck and took in a deep breath of her addicting scent. He didn't need the bond to know she was sad.
"Do you think he'll ever forgive me?" Alana uttered meekly, feeling tears sting the back of her eyes.
Godric stiffened. "I hope that Eric will eventually get over his petty jealousies and see what I do…in you."
Alana nodded slowly with hope in her heart.
"Besides it hardly matters to me Alana." Godric added, leaving her side to sit on the cream Italian leather sofa. "This fact alone- that I care not for his feelings is what's angering him. It's not you or who you are, but rather that he has dropped down a peg on my list of priorities. You could be anyone. The fact I would sacrifice all- including him- has wounded Eric's pride."
"That is exactly what I don't want Godric- you choosing me over him…"
He cut her off, effectively ending the conversation. "Enough." Godric took a deep unneeded breath and tried to calm himself. "Please, let us not waste any more time over something so trivial. Eric will accept you. I demand nothing less."
Alana narrowed her eyes at him and sniffed with indignation. "But of course." She spat with venom. "Forgive me."
"Alana wait-" He called after her, realizing he'd really pissed her off, as she stormed out of the office and into the nightclub.
Godric stood in the doorway watching her disappear into the crowd.
"I'm sorry." He whispered to the empty air.
It would seem that his Childe wasn't alone in his feelings of displeasure with him over what was hardly within his control. He felt what he felt- plain and simple. Truth wasn't always pretty and he'd be damned either way. He leaned on the door frame and rubbed his temples in frustration. They would all need to have a talk and clear the air. There was no avoiding it.

Translations (per Google)
Ni kommer ihåg ditt sätt eller drabbas av min vrede unga en: You will remember your manners or suffer my wrath young one.
Ursäkter Morfar. Vi kommer att invänta din närvaro i baren: Apologies Grandsire. We will await your presence by the bar.
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