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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
- 1-Karma's Muse
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- 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
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Alana wasn't sure exactly how long she just stood there clutching the bundle he had given her. She basked in the warm and fuzzy feelings that were foreign to her, and just allowed them to permeate her entire being. This man-boy-vampire, had suddenly become her everything…in that single moment when she had lost all hope, he had been there to give her redemption.
Reality slowly seeped back in, and the reasons of how she came to be here at all, surfaced from her subconscious to haunt her. Flashes of her memories invaded her, making her dizzy and feel nauseous, she dropped to her knees rocking.
"Alana…we're sorry but your Mother didn't make it. We were unable to pump her stomach of all the drugs she had taken…"
She shook her head as if her denial even now would make the pain go away. The events that shortly followed her Mom's suicide by mere weeks were unthinkable, and try as she might to block the images; they were there…always there.
"Your father, your sister, and your brother were in an accident. The driver of the semi-truck was drunk…"
Alana was sweating now, her nervous system was in overdrive, and the shaking was so bad she was unable to hold the clothes in her hands anymore. She was hyperventilating and feeling as if her heart would explode. Alone, she was all alone, and not only had she lost the only family she had; but was eighteen, a legal adult, and not eligible for child services. She was without money, without a home, and nobody would hire her.
The mortgage company had foreclosed on the house, and she had been living in and out of seedy motels, paid with the money her dad had saved, taking odd jobs after he was laid off from the plant. She had used up all the money quickly with her day to day expenses, and it wasn't long before her father's credit cards had been maxed. Whatever monies she'd had left, was to be used to bury them, since the life insurance policies had lapsed
She had been trying with no luck for days to survive, sleeping in a stall at the bus station, and begging for money or stealing food when she could. She had some close calls but until yesterday…
"Hey there 'lil girl… how's about ya come for a ride with us…we can pay ya for yer time…"
Remembering those two disgusting men that had approached her with an "offer", proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back. She felt her grip on the world lose focus. Just when the blackness was closing in on her vision, he was there, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"Shhh…you are safe min lilla fresterska." Godric hushed into her ear.
He had felt her panic in the conference room and to the complete surprise of the visiting King had left without a word to be at her side. He was sick and tired anyway of the political meeting over mainstreaming and that festering sore of an organization; The Fellowship of the Sun. It would seem there had been increasing movements to target vampire nests and their tactics were becoming more bold. Godric being the oldest vampire in the territories was constantly sought after for his wisdom. He just wanted to be left alone and secretly could care less…all except for her now.
He found he cared deeply for someone he barely knew and it intrigued him to no end. When he had left Alana originally, he had felt her excitement, pleasure, and surprise; slowly though her emotions had taken a turn and became more increasingly distraught. Godric had wanted to rip through whatever was causing her fear and pain, only to find her in a crumpled heap on the floor alone.
For once he was at a loss. The only thing he could think to do was hold her and try to give comfort; hoping his soothing words would calm her down. He mentally kicked himself for leaving her alone in the first place. He should have guessed how fragile she was, seeing as what happened to her last night, and whatever internal demons she was fighting with at the moment; somehow he knew it was connected to her suicidal ideations.
He decided not to press her, knowing in time, she would hopefully purge her dark secrets to him. Her little body relaxed and her breathing become more steady and even.
"Godric…" She seemed to be questioning.
"Yes, I am here." He assured her.
He nuzzled her neck and placed gentle kisses along her collarbone. She sighed and seemed to forget her troubles. When he did that, it was like a fog swept into her brain, making her think or feel of only him.
"I'm…I'm hungry." Alana was embarrassed when her stomach had rumbled reminding her of its neglect. "I think I can get ready now…will you wait for me," she motioned to the room, "Out here?"
"Of course." He said while pulling her up to stand. "Take all the time you need, I will just go and tell…" Alana cut him off.
"No!" She blurted out louder than she had intended. "Please…don't leave me alone again." Her voice finished in a pathetic whimper.
He was the best drug right now to numb her painful memories and she wanted to cling to him like the life preserver he essentially was. She was afraid to look at him, mortified she had done that, that damn blush was creeping back to her face. She hated her body for betraying her.
If he noticed her discomfort, he showed mercy by ignoring it.
Godric placed a finger under her chin, lifting her face up, so he could gaze into those sparkling green gems for eyes she had. "I will not leave this room until you are ready to join me," he told her while stroking her back with his other hand, "You will not be alone."
Alana gifted him with a smile, those eyes he loved so much twinkling now, and to his surprise grabbed his cheeks squeezing them a little; giving him a grateful kiss on the mouth. She jumped into action then, feeling bold and excited again, scooping up the garments and shoes she had let go of when on the floor.
While rushing to the bathroom, her raven locks whipping behind her, she called over her shoulder. "I won't be long."
The bathroom door closed and he heard the faucet to the tub turn on. She was humming to herself and one would think whoever was in there was completely carefree. It was simply amazing this range of emotions she possessed and seem to somersault through so easily. He had forgotten what it was like to be human and basked in the residual effects of her cheer through the bond his blood had forged.
Godric still stood in the middle of his room, staring at the spot in front of him that she had occupied, rubbing a finger over his lips; the lips that she had kissed.
He whispered aloud to himself, "Jag kommer att skydda dig med mitt liv."

The crisp night air tickled her bare arms as they made way down a busy and crowded boulevard towards a small bistro, nestled in between a bakery and a bookshop. Godric had told her they had the best Italian food in Dallas; or so he's been told by his lieutenant Isobel's boyfriend Hugo.
He had kept a hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the hustle and bustle, protecting her from the rush of people; some who shoved and seemed so intent on their cell phones, barely looked up to watch where they were going.
She still had no idea how they had left his house, as he had picked her up in his arms as soon as she emerged from the bathroom, rushing them through, in what seemed the speed of light; through its many hallways and out the door. Godric had immediately jumped into flight and much to her shock and delight; she had seen the city lights, like never before, from a breathtaking aerial view.
The sycamore trees lining the sidewalk every ten feet or so, were planted amidst the concrete jungle, and stood proud and tall. She marveled at the stars she could make out when they would pass under one, and the shade from the artificial lights they provided, allowed it. The detailed architecture of the historical buildings, monuments, and shops, was beautiful to her. Godric made sure to point out interesting facts or tidbits, when he noticed something in particular had caught her eye. She was amazed, she had never been in the city before now, and she was a country girl through and through, never having ventured far from her small town.
Finally they had arrived at the entrance of the rustic restaurant. The cobblestone walkway was lined with small white light strings, hanging from a pergola, built over the open spaced patio. Black wrought iron tables lined the space with matching chairs and gold colored candle jars flickering, centering each crisp red tablecloth perfectly. Pots of jasmine and hyacinth were scattered throughout, bursts of their scents greeting her nostrils, with each slow deep breath she made.
The middle aged hostess greeted them kindly, the lines of her weathered face moving up and down, with each word she spoke; she asked if they cared to dine in or out, as the establishment offered both experiences. Godric having noticed her appreciation of the outside décor and arrangement politely asked for the cozy table in the corner, which was secluded from the other patrons. He wanted her to himself and abhorred having to be assaulted with the annoying chatter of other humans. Godric only wanted to be with his human. He smiled to himself; yes…he liked that thought very much.
He had been absolutely speechless when she had announced she was ready earlier, having come out of the bathroom looking like a goddess, wearing the black halter dress he had borrowed for her from Isobel. The matching black high heeled sandals made her fit legs look incredible. Her face was lovely and had a quality about it, he couldn't explain, but knew was different yet familiar. She hadn't a need for make-up as her skin was unmarred and glowing, the tattoos on her arms made her even more exotic and sexy to him.
Godric having felt honored to be in her presence suddenly didn't want to introduce her to his nest just yet, so despite the fact the King of Nevada himself was still waiting, he had snuck them out like a thief in the night. Let Filipe get staked if he had a problem with it, he thought vehemently, one such as he answered to no-one; especially not some stuffed pretentious monarch, a mere fraction his age.
After they had been given a verbal rundown of tonight's specials and ordered drinks; red wine for him and water with lemon for her, the younger waitress that had replaced the hostess, left them with their menus to decide.
"I never really properly thanked you," Alana shyly told him, fidgeting with her hands, something he noticed she did when nervous, "for saving my life and doing…all of this for me." She swept her hand to her dress and then brought her arm out, referencing the restaurant and the meal he was about to provide.
She focused on the cobalt dress shirt he wore, that made his eyes seem like the ocean, and went to continue but he cut her off this time instead.
"There is no need and I would not expect anything in return that you were not willing to give freely." He wanted to ease her worries as he sensed she was thinking he sought recompense. "Being allowed your company is enough."
Alana looked away feeling flattered and silly, wanting to giggle and squirm, but trying her hardest not to seem like some flighty teenager.
"Have you two love birds decided yet?" The tall slightly pudgy waitress smiled knowingly towards them, while poising her pen in the air over her notepad. Her dark brown hair was in a high ponytail, the corkscrew curls barely touching her collar.
Feeling very grateful for the interruption, Alana began her order after Godric inclined his head in her direction, signaling for her to start.
"I'll have the linguine with clams." She said while bestowing a hundred watt smile. She just wanted to run into the restroom, jump up and down, and scream like a lunatic; so much was the pent up energy she felt. Godric really seemed to like her…a lot!
"And for you sir?" The waitress asked, turning to Godric with an eyebrow raised. "We do carry True Blood."
Alana noticed by her embossed tag that the waitress's name was Julie. Apparently so did Godric for he addressed her like they were old friends.
"Thank you Julie, I'll have a bottle of A negative." He didn't seem overly impressed with the beverage as a slight shudder went through him after he spoke.
Julie nodded with a smirk and walked away to place their orders. Alana had no choice but to face him again and wished a hole could just open up and swallow her, especially after Godric asked her.
"Why do I sense so much frantic emotions from you? I'm getting that you want to burst…like you're barely containing yourself. Is something wrong?"
She felt the heat and knew-just knew it was coming on again. Her face was becoming beet red and she wanted to crawl under the table from embarrassment. Instead she recalled her earlier idea and jumped up from the table. Godric was studying her like he was trying to dissect the possible etiology of her behavior.
"I have to go to the bathr-; I mean pee, I just…" She decided finally to blurt out. "I'll be right back." While hightailing it as best she could in three inch heels towards the restaurant's front entrance; in order to ask where the closest stall was, so she could die of humiliation.
God she never felt more like a complete buffoon in her life!
The hostess pointed her through the door and told her to make two rights and then a left, past the fountain and wet bar. The sign with the female caricature of the circle sitting on top of a triangle was never a more welcome sight. She pushed through the door and looked at her reflection in the large ornate mirror set over a double sink.
"BLAHHH!" Alana stuck her tongue out at herself, and stated. "You are such an IDIOT!"
Having thought she was alone, she practically jumped out of her skin, to hear a really snotty voice sound off behind her.
"I'd say you are…you fang-banging whore."
Alana whipped herself around to face the voice. The woman who had just insulted her was the same one from the television, the blonde wife of that maniac preacher Steve Newlin. She had a fake plastic smile and a small pearl handled twenty-two, pointed right at her.
"Jesus Christ-What the fuck else!" She screamed at the blonde woman with way too much hairspray in her poufy-ratted out hair.
Sarah Newlin was startled by her outburst but recovered herself smoothly. "And you take the Lord's name in vain too; you really are going to Hell."
Something within Alana snapped, and Mrs. Newlin wasn't so quick to recover this time.

Swedish Translation:
Min lilla fresterska- my little temptress
Jag kommer att skydda dig med mitt liv- I will protect you with my life
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