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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
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She was amazed and awakened to the possibilities of what being a woman meant. The night's sky was unchanged and no doubt nobody else, or the world for that matter, realized just how different she really was. This moment defined her like nothing else before it. She was no longer just a girl…she was his now, and had come into her own.
Godric laid beside her and seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, he was quiet and spent; they had made love several times before collapsing, marveling at the complexities of just how weird life could be sometimes.
"We have to go home soon, Love". He stretched out like a very satisfied feline that had just indulged in too much cream.
Alana sighed and nodded. "I know, but could I please have some of that food you took from the bistro…I'm starved."
He chuckled and reached over, grabbing the brown paper bag and tossing it to her.
Alana opened it up like a child does a present on Christmas morning, sighing and moaning anew; she had not eaten in almost two days.
There was spaghetti with Alfredo sauce and shrimp, garlic bread, and a piece of tiramisu…she had found the mother-load!
She dug in, using her fingers to stuff the goodies into her mouth, whoever had prepared the doggie bag hadn't packed plastic utensils, but thankfully there were napkins.
The creamy sauce was like nirvana and she ate with gusto. Godric just marveled at each bite she took in fascination, it had been ages since he had partaken in the activity; watching her enjoy it so much, made him envious.
"Why do you-Did you," Godric amended, "Seek to end your life?" He was entranced with each chomp of her teeth, he counted about seven times on average that she would mash the food in her mouth before swallowing.
Alana paused for what seemed a long time, just holding the bolus in her cheek, too stunned to complete the cycle of finishing her bite. With great effort, she had herself a hard swallow. The air she breathed was suddenly very thick and it took her a moment to register the fact she had tears threatening to spill from her eyes; a pain in her chest mimicking a minor heart attack had introduced itself and she clutched and clawed, massaging the pectoral muscles over her left breast, with worry and discomfort.
"I'm sorry…you don't have to tell me." Godric was contrite and kicking himself for bringing the sore subject up.
"No, don't apologize." Alana decided that after what they had just shared, there should be no empty space of unknown…they should be open books about everything, the things that were beautiful and happy; as well as what was ugly and painful.
She attempted a smile but failed, coming across more like a tight lipped line with upturned corners. "I want to share with you, I want you to know everything there possible is to know about me. I owe you that."
She thought to herself, just breath; pushing back the emotions that made her want to scream at the night sky and cry herself to the ground; with just how fucking unfair life really was.
"My mom, well my mother, was not only the vessel that brought me into this world but she was my best friend. There wasn't anything I couldn't tell her-these tattoos I have were her art work, she was an artist and owned the local shop in town." Alana looked to her arms and was remembering the hours spent in the chair, fidgeting while her mom did the outline, bored out of her mind; it was the only time her mom had let her smoke in front of her, so she would stop shaking her leg and tapping her foot.
Godric rolled to his side, facing her to place an arm on her bare stomach, rubbing circular patterns as she talked; just letting her know he was there for her.
"She was very pretty and eccentric, she believed in fairies, danced in the rain, and hated to cook; we ordered out a lot." Alana laughed. "My dad worshipped her and did everything he could to make her happy. They seemed to have that rare kind of relationship; none of us ever felt like we were left out, we were a family."
Godric brought his finger up to her cheek to sweep a stray tear from her cheek, bringing it to his mouth and licking the salty fluid. Alana took another deep breath before continuing.
"I'm not sure when she stopped taking her medication. She had started going to the reservation and seeking holistic remedies from the Native American shamans, thinking that it would be the cure for her schizophrenia. We noticed changes, small at first; but when my dad asked her what was wrong, she would shrug him off. Things started to unravel pretty quickly, she was holed up in her room for days, and I was doing my best to take care of my little brother and sister so my dad could go to work; we watched her in shifts."
"Stop if you need to min lilla fresterska." Godric hated to see her in so much anguish.
Alana was choked up and took a minute to compose herself, but was adamant. "No…I want…I need," She felt her anger just below the surface and decided to cling to it, "I need to free myself of this burden Godric, it has been eating me alive for weeks. I need someone else to carry it with me…will you be that person?"
He didn't waste time with a response, for a second time this night; she had made him feel truly honored, and more importantly needed. "Of course I will, continue…"
"I was born twelve years before Nathan and eleven years from Erin, my parents had thought I would be an only child after the many miscarriages my mother had suffered. They were her "little miracles" and we were all so happy, especially me; I had wanted siblings so bad, it was on every birthday wish list I'd ever had when I was little. They were home births with midwifes, all of us were born at home; my mom was a naturist and grew a lot of our own veggies in her garden, we even had a goat and chickens." Alana had a faraway look and her voice was distant, being lost to the memories of her childhood.
"My dad was handy and liked to work with his hands. He was always doing something in his garage or building something for one of my mom's yard projects. We had flowers covering almost our entire property…she said they attracted the fairies."
Alana had started to cry full force now but sat up, shaking Godric's arm from her, wanting to get it out before she lost her nerve.
"My mom killed herself. She took all the prescriptions she'd had, and chased them with distilled Vodka; she'd used it to make essences from her flowers." She was choking out her words, sobbing. "We found her aspirating on her own vomit…we were too late."
Godric also bolted upright to hold her from behind, spooning himself to rest his chest against her back, cradling his chin into the crook of her neck; crooning words of love and comfort.
"That isn't all though." Alana bitterly spat out, looking up to the sky; as if hoping to tempt God to get up from his throne. "Mere weeks from my mother's death, my dad was hit by a semi-truck; the driver was drunk. I lost them all…he had just picked up the kids from school."
He was floored. No wonder she was bereft and sought some type of peaceful relief from her grief. This poor girl had lost her entire family.
Godric mislaid his track of time and just allowed her to vent her pain. They sat in the same position, looking out to the blanketed night and the full moon, hanging completely centered; crickets and fireflies making the only sounds, besides the hiccups of her receding tears.
She leaned back into him and felt something she thought she never would again. She felt safe and cared for.
Godric kissed her temple and increased his hug around her, whispering into her ear. "The night is slipping away from us min lilla fresterska. We must leave soon."
"I know," She said softly.
Alana turned her head so she could look up to him, placing a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth. "Thank you."
With a slight smile and a nod, he squeezed her one more time, before slowly standing; pulling her up with him. He handed her his shirt to wear as the dress she had borrowed was ripped to shreds, literally. He shrugged his shoulders not seeming that sorry about it. So, she found herself yet again in another one of his dress shirts, but at least she still had those fabulous heels; Jimmy Choos to be exact.
They stuffed whatever remnants were left of her meal into the brown bag. Godric squatted down a little, so she could climb onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck; like he was giving her a piggy-back ride.
She suddenly thought it was hysterical, laughing heartily after he took off into the air, finding the thought of a vampire "Superman" funny.
Godric becoming somewhat used to her frequent mood swings didn't even bat an eyelash or ask what had tickled her funny bone. He felt relief more than anything that her melancholy had subsided for the moment and just enjoyed the tinkling sound of her giggles; racing to his nest through the clear night sky.
The ant farm looking houses and trails, indicating paved roads, were a streaming flash below them; melting and blending together. The wind and slight condensation whipped past her face and hair, as they sluiced through clouds; Alana found this was her new favorite mode of transportation.
Finally they must have reached his particular ant farm, as his altitude dropped, making the scenery a more tangible thing.
The beige stucco house with dark taupe clay shingles was nestled in a very upscale Dallas neighborhood. She thought it more of a compound really, the house wasn't overly large but was completely walled in by a ten foot high parameter; he probably had needed to get a special permit for that, she thought to herself.
Godric landed into the backyard with ease. She slid off his back and did a full circle, whistling low, taking in all the citrus trees, lighted fountains, and expensive looking outdoor furniture. There were statues that looked to be famous sculpture replicas, strategically placed in the landscaping, so as not to seem gaudy. The huge cloth canopy that extended from and over the sliding glass doors of the home, had a stainless steel double grill, sixty inch flat screen; mounted to face the wet bar, and a white brick fire pit with huge Moroccan pillows placed around it.
Alana looked for the Home and Garden people to come jumping out of the bushes yelling "Surprise".
Godric took her hand and led her towards the finely decorated space she was just admiring. Before her foot had even touched one of the slate tiles of the patio, the glass doors opened, and a very pissed off looking cowboy and a very curious looking Latina socialite; emerged from the house with irritation and swiftness evident in their body language.
The cowboy swept his gaze all over her, starting with the shoes and raising his appraisal upwards. He quirked an eyebrow at the dress shirt, but started leering anyway, especially when he noticed how largely she was endowed.
Alana crossed her arms in front of her defensively and shot this rude vampire a warning glare. He laughed and clapped his hands. The classy chick next to him was getting worried, and she started to clear her throat noisily while tapping him on the shoulder. It was obvious to everyone present but him apparently, that Godric was about ready to pounce.
"Stan…I think you had better stop now."
"Stop what darlin? I'm just admiring the blood-bag that was more important to our Sherriff, than the King of Nevada." Stan's clipped tones and icy smile, made his face very ugly; which contradicted her first opinion of him being handsome, in a rugged sort of way. "Who was greatly offended by the way…"
He spared a look towards Godric only to notice he wasn't standing next to Alana anymore. Realization dawned on his features of his grievous error, but it was too late; a finger tapped him behind his right shoulder.
The cultured vampire woman, had wisely walked over to Alana, away from Stan, sticking her hand out to her in greeting. "Hello there, my name is Isobel, welcome to our nest."
Alana smiled and grasped her hand, shaking it lightly while introducing herself, and then awkwardly began to apologize for whatever it was that she had done to upset the guy Stan; Isobel cut her off.
"Pay no attention to him. He is an idiot for even feigning to insult the Sherriff's human. You, see…" Isobel had leaned down to the shorter girl's ear, as if they were best friends who shared confidences all the time. "There has never been anyone before you, none that I know of anyway, so I was smart enough to realize; too bad intelligence isn't contagious, that you were special and different." She straightened once again. They both were watching Godric pummel Stan, while shouting out expletives in both English and Swedish.
"Oh this is horrible!" Alana exclaimed.
Isobel had a satisfied smirk and slowly shook her head in disagreement. "No actually, this is great…Stan needs to learn his place, and to not disrespect the Sheriff or more importantly….you."
Alana however flattered that Godric saw it fit to defend her honor, couldn't help but feel bad for the cowboy vampire; he was thrown into the patio set, shattering the glass table.
Godric was a blur, moving at that vampire speed of his, and every time Stan landed; he was there to pick him up again, only to throw him again. Finally he was squat on Stan's chest, choking him with one hand and snarling; spittle flying from his mouth with each growled word.
"You are not worthy to even kiss the ground she walks upon. She is MINE," Godric increased pressure on Stan's windpipe, a disturbing crunch sounded out. "You insult her…you insult ME!"
Stan's eyes were bugged out and if at all possible, he seemed even paler than was usual for a vampire. Godric's flexing abdominal muscles and tight, tautly straining , arm that held him in place; made her become wet with arousal. He was so wild and out of control. All she could think of was him, bending her over and slamming her from behind; fast and furious, biting her shoulder…Oh dear.
A trickle of her juices had made its way down her inner thigh. Isobel scented the air and cast Alana a knowing grin, making her turn red from mortification. Godric also paused and bent his head back, inhaling deeply, then cocking his head in her direction; feral eyes gleaming in the twilight.
He leapt off Stan's chest and completely forgot about him. Each step towards her was like a predator stalking its prey; slow and deliberate, making her pulse pound and her nether region throb.
His slacks were riding dangerously low on his hips, his bare chest twisting each compartment of his six pack; with his sexy stride over to her. Isobel muttered "lucky girl" and left Alana's side to pick the gurgling Stan up and sling him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes; entering the house without a backward glance.
Godric was suddenly in front of her, dropping down to his knees as if in prayer; placing his face into her crotch, licking the escaping fluids on her inner legs. She gasped and ran her fingers through his disheveled hair.
Then just as quickly had he had begun, he stopped, and she found herself being held in his arms bridal style; being carried through the sliding glass doors. In a flash they were in his bedroom and he was gently laying her on his big soft bed.
Buttons of the blue dress shirt were being bit off one by one and spit out of his mouth over his shoulder behind him. She was completely exposed and panting in anticipation. He ran his hands up her legs, over her flat tummy and up in between the valley of her breasts. Alana's ragged breath caught in her throat; Godric moved, to be in a push up position over her; dipping his head to her neck, using his tongue to trace her carotid artery.
Before claiming her mouth fiercely in a mind blowing kiss, he possessively rumbled.
"MINE…"
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