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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
- 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
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Godric was sitting at the table trying to figure out what he had done to upset her. He was combing over their conversation and picking it apart. What could have been done or said to make her bolt away like that?
Julie had returned with their drinks and Godric barely acknowledged her with a nod, being so deep in his thoughts. He found that the lack of Alana's presence was like a black hole consuming the very atmosphere around him, making his loneliness return to him full force. Not one person in all of his existence had evoked such a strong need within him and Godric was unsure of what it meant. The only thing he was certain of was the fact he didn't like it-not one bit! Why was it taking her so long?
Extreme anger struck him like a blow through their bond and without care or thought he jumped up, the table being jostled and knocking the drinks over; the chair he was sitting on, thrown backwards behind him, tipping over. Godric ignored the startled looks of the other humans and shot through the patio and into the establishment, honing into Alana's signature scent, racing like a tornado; kicking the door to the lady's restroom open, splintering it off the hinges.
What he saw gave him pause…and instantly he was marveling at the scene.
Alana was wrestling with some woman with obnoxiously teased blonde hair and from the looks of it-had the upper hand. The blonde's stockings had holes and runs, with blood trails, from scratches he supposed. The pink skirt suit was twisted unceremoniously and some buttons had been ripped from her jacket, exposing her white camisole.
Alana had one hand wrapped into the woman's heavily glued mane and was using the other to repeatedly punch her in the face. She swung her around and brought her head to crash into the automatic hand drying device; each impact punctuating her words.
"Don't!" Bang "You!" Bang "Ever!" Bang-bang "Fucking threaten!" Crash
The blonde had tried to swing her arm behind her and grab Alana, knocking over the trash can; its contents of used paper towels, littering the floor around them.
Alana twisted the wrist of the hand that grabbed the side of her dress, and brought the woman over to the mirror, using her own weight against the woman's back to bend her over the sink; her other hand still gripped the back of her head, yanking it harshly. Godric now recognized the woman as that vile Sarah Newlin and understanding of what was happening and why, filled him. Damn he was hard again!
Alana had an animalistic gleam in her eyes and didn't notice Godric leaning into the doorway, enjoying the show while his trousers pitched a large tent. She was too intent on Sarah. The bitch had pointed a fucking gun at her and insulted her-she was tired of being the victim.
"Listen to me and listen well." Alana hissed into Sarah's ear while looking at their dual reflections. The usually well kempt Mrs. Newlin had a broken nose and a split lip. She was shaking violently, her baby blue eyes were wide, and multiple bruises had started to form already to her pale cheeks and jaw.
"You ever threaten me or my boyfriend again and you won't have to worry about vampires anymore. I'll be the one to fucking kill you!" Alana smiled evilly now making Sarah gasp.
"The thought of carving out your heart from your chest," Alana breathed in an exaggerated breath in mock rapture, while half closing her eyes, as if savoring her words and the images they provoked, "Rubbing your blood all over my naked body," She opened her eyes again, lifting her weight slightly just so she could slam Sarah into the vanity again, "While my seriously hot vampire…what was that term you used again? Oh yeah- fang-banger!" Alana wiggled her eyebrows and brought her point home, "My boyfriend will fuck me repeatedly over your dead carcass while licking your blood off of me."
Sarah looked ready to pass out and shakily yelped. "You…You…Monster!"
Godric felt pride swell in his chest. He was impressed- yes, with her ability to kick this ignorant woman's ass and protect herself…but did she just refer to him as her boyfriend and not once but twice?
"I'm not a monster Mrs. Newlin; I've just been through a lot of shit lately and am FED UP!" Alana sounded sugary sweet. "So in the infamous words of Linda Blair from the Exorcist…one of my favorite movies by the way." She laughed uncontrollably for a minute, and Sarah had tears flowing like a river; only interrupted by her donkey like sobs.
"…Let Jesus Fuck You…Let Jesus Fuck You… Let him Fuck You!" Alana's voice was deep and gravelly, in a sing-song demonic impression.
Alana's laughter died down, she noticed a familiar chuckle that was obviously not her own or the heap of running mascara that had slumped over the vanity having finally fainted in front of her. With a "dumb ass" and "teach you to mess with me", Alana did a push up off Mrs. Newlin's back to stand up and swing around. She shyly looked at Godric, shrugging her shoulders, a fierce determination in her eyes.
"They say that everyone has a breaking point. That stupid bible thumping bitch threatened me with a gun." Alana stated simply, scanning the floor of the restroom and kicking around some papers, finally spotted the pearl handled twenty two and picked it up to show Godric. "I lost my temper and I'm sorry if you're mad at me…"
Godric was suddenly in front of her placing his fingertips to her mouth, effectively shutting her up, while stroking one of her arms lazily; making goose bumps erupt and tingles run down her spine.
"The only madness that consumes me is the want, the overwhelming desire," Godric ghosted his mouth along her cheeks, nose, and forehead with his words, "To make you MINE…forever."
They stood there in the messy bathroom, with the broken door and garbage crinkling underneath their feet, the heavy gilded frame holding the piece of glass in front of the unconscious woman over the sink; reflecting a completely different scene than just a few moments ago.
The screaming and yelling from other patrons and staff didn't even break their loving stares or their hovering lips about to make contact.
People who had come to the bathroom, found what looked to be a vampire about to glamour a young girl, a woman possibly dead on the sink with blood dripping down her legs from her many lacerations, and the sheer messy state; pictures hanging crookedly, dents on the auto hand dryer, trash can knocked over and white papers strewn over the blue and green mosaic tiles. Needless to say a bit of hysteria broke out.
Some fled the small bistro swearing to never dine there again. Some looked for weapons or sharp pointy objects. Some just stood and whimpered, torn between the two options, and not sure which choice to make.
Amidst the chaos, Godric whispered to Alana, melting her heart and making her soul seem to expand in her body; such tender and loving words, words meant for only her.
"min kringare…(my warrior)" Godric kissed the tip of her nose. "min vackra fresterska…(my beautiful temptress)" Kisses now placed to both cheeks and eyes. "min anledning att leva…(my reason to live)" He trailed his mouth past her earlobe and down her neck
Alana heard the telltale click that usually accompanied the protraction of his fangs. She found herself arching her back and exposing her neck even more towards him.
"Please, do it, taste me." She pleaded.
"In here, he's killed one already and is getting ready to hurt someone else!" A random male voice shouted, finally breaking the cloud they were in.
Godric sighed against her neck, his breath tickling the small hairs and making her giggle. "It would seem we must dine somewhere else tonight, my love."
"Don't let his looks fool you! He looks all sweet and innocent, but he's a stone cold killer!" A woman's shout now…was that Julie?
"Hold on to me tightly." Godric instructed her.
He picked her up bridal style and smiled when she hugged his neck, squeezing firmly, and rested her head on his shoulder. She barely made a sound, but as before, he heard ever one of her words anyway. "I'll never let you go"
They flew like the wind out of the small room and past the scared group of people, forming a pathetic attempt of an angry mob. Some police officers with guns drawn out shakily in front of them, were standing outside awaiting orders from their superior to enter the little bistro; to seek and destroy the supposed "rogue" vampire wreaking havoc inside. Godric couldn't help himself and before taking off in flight, had speeded around the men in a blur, pulling down the pants of them all; leaving Dallas's finest, squaring off in formation, with nothing more than their skivvies on. Alana burst out laughing and Godric winked at her. He grabbed someone's take-out bag from a nearby table, and leapt into the night sky; never losing his grip on her the whole time.
A kaleidoscope of colors and emotions swept over her senses as they defied gravity and surfed the air towards a new location. So much for boring. Alana had the certain opinion that as long as Godric was in her life that would never be the case.
They weren't long in their journey before Godric was standing on a grassy hilltop, his incredible fast movements suddenly ceased, making her a little disoriented and dizzy. She blinked rapidly and shook her head a little like clearing an etch-o-sketch.
Godric set her down to stand on her own two feet with extreme care. He never let her go until he was certain she could maintain her own balance. Playfully he pretended to wolfishly appraise her and whistled loudly; while grabbing her waist and making clacking sounds into her neck, nipping the skin a little. She giggled like crazy and pretended as well to make feeble attempts to break his hold.
Somehow they ended up onto the soft ground, and through her many shrieks, as Godric was using his nimble fingers to tickle her ribs and underarms; she noticed they were under a beautiful weeping willow and grew quiet and thoughtful. He felt the change in her immediately and stopped his antics; looking up as well and thinking he'd never been happier.
The wide expanse of stars twinkled overhead, piercing the black velvet of the universe, which blanketed overhead like a soothing canopy.
Godric's arm was spread out and Alana's head rested on his bicep, her breathing short and rapid from exertion.
"This is perfect." She said after expelling a couple deep breaths, trying to regulate her beating heart, more from the fact they were alone now, than from the childishness of before. "Do you come to this spot often?"
"Yes, when I feel the need to think or just be alone and gaze at the beauty of the sky. I have never brought someone else here before until now…until you." Godric turned himself more in her direction. "What is it about you that make me act in ways that defy common sense?" He was more thinking out loud than expecting an answer.
Alana cleared her throat and looked away from the intensity of his blue eyes, back to the sky and forgetting her discomfort; sat upright suddenly and pointed in front of her, her head turned to him and back to the sky, rapidly several times; while shouting out excitedly.
"Godric, look!" Her green eyes were alive and opened wide. "A shooting star! You have to make a wish, but you can't tell me what it is or it won't come true." Alana squeezed her eyes shut tightly while chanting something under her breath; star light star bright first star I see tonight…
His boyishly handsome features softened at the sheer adorableness before him. He couldn't help but think, as he noticed her fingers crossed in front of her, her lovely raven hair swept over one shoulder and her expression so hopeful and full of delight; her eyes were still shut and both eyebrows were scrunched together in fierce concentration; he didn't think, shit- he knew…
Godric leaned over and inhaled, letting what he was coming to consider as his own little piece of Heaven, invade his senses. Vanilla and peaches with a dash of musk. So divinely female, so divinely HER.
He had never met anyone who smelled this good or made him want to ravish them like the wild thing he was. He could scarcely believe his luck and suddenly broke the silence around them with a loud and heavy sigh.
Oh yeah, he knew alright…without a doubt, that all his wishes had already come true.
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