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Karma's Muse	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 5882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own, profit, or pretend to originate True Blood or its characters. All rights belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.

Chapter List
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- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
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- 13-Thirteen
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- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
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His consciousness suddenly became alert and just like every other day for the last two millennia, Godric was awake. He had yet to open his eyes but knew without a doubt that the heartbeat sounding off like a drum in the room belonged to the girl from last night. Somehow he felt giddy that it was real-she was real, and how he savored the scent of his shampoo mingled with her skin and the pheromone of her adrenaline coursing through her tiny body…he groaned inwardly at how sweet her fear was, and for a second time in her presence, Godric felt unable to control a bodily response and pushed his erection into the mattress.
He still had yet to open his eyes but knew she was no longer sharing the bed with him. Her scent was rolling in waves from across the room and her delicious drum of a heart had increased when she noticed him move. Considering what she had witnessed from him yesterday he could hardly blame her but secretly hoped…what exactly?
Putting the action off no longer, deep cerulean eyes opened and he sprung from the bed, to be crouched down in front of her huddled form in a corner of his room. He barely heard the gasp escape her lips as he was lost in the symphony that her body was producing, the blood rushing through the tiny vessels at impossible speeds. How intoxicating. He leaned into her and inhaled her scent, breathing deeply, temporarily letting his eyelids fall once again just to savor her, before opening them unblinkingly.
Sapphires stared deeply into emeralds. The towel he had put her to bed with was gone he noticed and in its place was one of his dress shirts. The fine high cotton blend gray button down barely covered her petite legs. Legs he also noticed were shapely and free of injury. Godric was happy his blood had done that for her, healed some of the brokenness that those bastards had inflicted. The alabaster skin of her face had a faint glow and was unblemished, setting off the long dark raven hair on her head in a striking way. Another effect of his blood, he thought with pride. She fidgeted and with a nervous shaky voice, broke his concentration of her beauty.
"W-w-what... are y-y-you... going to d-d-o... to m-m-me?" Her stutter was so genuinely cute that Godric's face broke into a fangy grin. Her brows shot up and she drew in a sharp breath, holding it, waiting for his response and unsettled by the expression he now wore.
"Please don't…" Godric hesitated a moment and she thought she saw something vulnerable in his eyes, but he quickly looked down to the carpet, retracting the intimidating teeth, before finishing in a whisper. "Please do not fear me." He looked up to her once again, this time with sadness and a frown. His smile seemed to have left him just as quickly as it had fancied visiting.
For some reason she relaxed and felt a desire to comfort him. He really appeared so in need of acceptance that before she could stop herself, she reached out with her fingertips to caress his cheek. Shock registered briefly but he leaned into her touch anyway, welcoming the contact.
They remained like that for what felt an eternity. Just silently communicating and searching each other's eyes for answers. A loud knock at the door startled them both and just as quickly as he had come to her, he was now gone to see who it was; her hand still hovered in the air where his face no longer was. She swallowed hard and let her hand drop back into her lap. What had just happened, she wondered, where had that come from?
Feeling at a loss from his abrupt absence, she took in the room, cataloguing its contents while trying to do what he asked of her and not be afraid. The walls were painted sand beige with a cranberry trim that set off the dark mahogany wood furnishings nicely. The bed they had shared earlier was huge and had a magnificent chocolate silk canopy. The comfortable over stuffed mattress was appropriately adorned with matching goose-down coverlet and pillows slightly rumpled…so decidedly male.
An old roll top desk set off to her right, tucked into a corner, had a painting over it of a sunrise. The brushstrokes of yellow, orange, and red so lovingly portrayed; stood out from the space brilliantly. She stared at the image and thought back to his previous words last night. He was the first vampire she had ever met, or at least to her knowledge, and she was still unsure what to think of it.
As hard as she tried not to eavesdrop, she couldn't help but overhear bits and pieces of his verbal exchange with another male voice she didn't recognize. Her captor/savior sounded increasingly agitated with the others questions.
"…Sheriff we are only concerned for your safety…the bodies have been disposed of…what do you know of the human…"
"…It is of no concern to me…I do what I wish…that is not for you to question…"
Squishing her painted purple toes into the plush cream carpeting, she waited patiently to learn her fate. It was something she no longer held control over anymore. Tears silently fell down her cheeks, their drops wetting the borrowed garment she now wore.
She barely registered the click of the door closing and his approach towards her, this time unhurried. Through blurry vision she looked up to him, rapidly blinking the remaining tears away and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. God he was just as beautiful as he was menacing, she thought to herself, while boldly appraising his body and lack of clothing. The navy silk boxers strained over his muscular thighs and the waistband hugged his hips, adjusting with each sway of his movements; easy strides bringing him closer to her yet again.
Tribal tattoos were on his collarbones, arms, and if her memory was accurate, along his back as well. He couldn't be any older than she was when he was…what was the term? Turned…
"Are you in need of food or beverage?" Godric noted her slight anxiety and cursed Stan in his head for disrupting the earlier progress with the girl. "I have someone fetching you something more comfortable to wear. I hope you will believe me when I tell you no harm will befall you while you are in my care." He continued thoughtfully. "Do you have someone I should contact…parents, siblings…boyfriend?"
Her head violently shook from side to side in response. She hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them, looking away from him and his mesmerizing gaze. He stood a safe distance away, gauging her current state of silence, nervous she would refuse to answer him. Time seemed to tick-tock like a bomb about to detonate. The pendulum of the grandfather clock against the opposite wall, made the only noise in the room. Just when Godric thought her mental state may have been compromised, she spoke.
"I…have…" Her eyes found his again, the deepest green he had ever seen, they almost seemed surreal. "No-one." Her voice had a quality that he recognized all too well. It was despair.
Forgetting the earlier need to not scare her, he speeded to her side in an instant, picking her up into his arms. He held her stiff body bridal style and carried her over to the bed, setting her gently against one of the king sized pillows. Godric leaned over her not breathing, shocked himself at his own actions. He rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes while confessing to her.
"…You have me now…"
Her senses were a whirlwind of sensation and she could scarcely believe she had heard him correctly. Confusion, longing, hope, and denial filled her heart. Despite all the strangeness of the situation she believed he meant it. Her arms reached up, having a mind of their own at the moment, and circled around his back; pulling him closer to her in a tentative embrace. He leaned some of his weight onto her chest, allowing his arms to slide underneath her, returning the hug.
"What is your name?" Godric murmured, reveling in the softness of her, wanting her like nothing he had ever felt before.
"Alana." She breathed out in a rush.
"I am Godric." He responded in turn.
He lifted his head slightly, holding his face just above hers, and kissed the tip of her pert little nose.
"What have you done to me?" He groaned sounding desperate and full of true astonishment. It would appear he couldn't wrap his mind fully around the intensity of their mutual emotions either.
Not sure if she was meant to answer him or not, Alana ghosted her lips over his mouth, making him arch his head up; exposing his neck to her. Her lips and tongue marked a trail over his chin and down his throat. He growled slightly but she found instead of feeling frightened…she was excited.
Godric ground his hips into her and his large hardness could be felt through the delicate fabric of her shirt. A tingling was starting to spread in her abdomen. Sensations she had never experienced before held her captive in wonderment.
He opened his mouth, his desire overwhelming, and very sharp incisors protracted with a click from his gum line. Alana immediately stiffened in surprise and Godric appalled by his lack of restraint, catapulted from on top of her, to stand across the room. His face was turned away from her and he was panting.
"I'm…so sorry…"
She also was breathing heavily and having sat up, felt shame that she had reacted so badly to something he obviously couldn't control. Alana knew without a doubt, that had he meant to hurt her he would have done so already. So sliding off the bed, with intentions of soothing him, she slowly made progress to stand next to him.
Her hand went to reach out to his shoulder and suddenly stopped when he choked out. "Don't."
Panic overtook her and with true contrition she begged him. "Please don't reject me. I am the one who should be sorry…you can't help what you are." Alana's voice broke suddenly. "Forgive me…"
Her salty tears had started to fall once again. She really was so confused. Why did it feel like she would never survive if he didn't touch her like that again? Desperation to have him possess her made absolutely no sense what so ever. As if reading her mind he answered her internal queries.
"It is my blood. It forms a bond between us making me aware of your emotions and you attracted to me…sexually."
Godric having recovered his unintended misstep, turned to face her, self-loathing evident on his features. "I had to give you a little last night, to help in your healing from the inflicted injuries you incurred."
Understanding dawned on her face and she dropped her gaze. "I see."
Thinking to change the subject for both their sakes, he asked her. "Those men who hurt you." He paused, thinking his words over in his mind carefully. "How did you come to be at their mercy?"
She barely made a sound with her response. Godric presumed that had he not the extraordinary hearing he did, he may have had to ask her to repeat herself. Instead he absorbed what she said, replaying her words over and over in his mind. "I wanted to die."
She still refused to look at him and he was truly exasperated. Did they really have that much in common? Fate seemed ever more the cruel bitch to him. Godric didn't want to be a hypocrite and ask her why, when hadn't he been in the woods last night with the same want himself?
For a second time, a loud persistent knock was at the door, interrupting the uncomfortable silence between them. He shook himself out of his reverie and went to get it, leaving Alana standing awkwardly alone to continue fidgeting with her fingers, her eyes staring a hole into the floor.
He returned swiftly after speaking to a female this time and handed a change of clothes out to her in offering. She dared to look at him then and saw a crooked smile upon his boyishly handsome face. She flushed feeling color rise up her neck and took the garments from his hand.
Her blush charmed him and with great affection he informed her.
"I have some business to attend to but will return as soon as I can. Please get yourself dressed as I fear you are in need of some nutrition." He walked over to his wardrobe and pulled black linen drawstring pants from the drawer.
Godric in a flash had donned them. He was still barefoot and shirtless but apparently that was what he was comfortable with. He made way to the door intent on leaving the room. Half way through the threshold he reconsidered something and poked his head back in to address her.
"Alana." Her name sounded so intimate rolling off his tongue. "You have succeeded your goals and have no more need to seek death."
She openly showed her confusion at his words and made to ask what he meant. But before she could he stated simply.
"You have found me…and I have decided to claim you."
With that he closed the door and Alana was left alone with her swirling thoughts. Godric's passionate statement still hung in the air…and she found herself grinning.
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