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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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Alana had her head in the clouds. They had just left another store and the bags Godric carried were many; small ones, large ones, round ones, and rectangular ones; good thing for super strength and apparent juggling abilities. He had promised himself that in any future spending excursions, he would definitely be taking a lackey to play tagalong; this woman-No-his woman could certainly give competition to that human phrase 'shop till you drop' and was showing no signs of fatigue; much to Godric's disappointment.
He studied her profile and wondered what had stolen her attention from him? She had suddenly grown quiet and thoughtful when they had stepped out into the balmy air; hitting the paved sidewalk, to hoof it yet again to another boutique. Her raven hair was swept off her neck into a stylish French twist, tendrils and wisps escaping to frame her oval face; her green eyes looking up to the night sky, hands stuffed into the pockets of the light jacket he had insisted she wear.
The people on the street moved past unnoticed and wary, stepping out of their way as the young looking ancient vampire; laden with cargo and awkwardly trying to maneuver the narrow space, and his lovely female companion oblivious and steady in her course; completely not paying attention as lost in a daydream, moved onward and up the Dallas shopping district in search of more wares to buy.
He marveled at her apparent ability to walk in heels such a long distance; the click-clacks of her steps, were sounding off like a marching band in procession, saying I'm on a mission- make way.
Godric thought to himself, that if anyone had suggested mere days ago, that he would be where he is and with who he was; he would have scoffed at them and thought them daft. But yet here they were… and he'd be damned if it-she wasn't the best thing that ever could have happened to him.
Suddenly he didn't mind carrying the loaded parcels; especially remembering her modeling some of the lingerie, the red satin teddy had almost gotten them kicked out of the elegant Leather 'N Lace, as an elderly lady had walked in on them at an inopportune time. Her startled screams had caused a slight ruckus; he'd had to glamour half the damn store. Alana had been horrified but laughed it off anyway…he loved the way she laughed.
"A penny for your thoughts?" She asked him, having glanced at him to see a serene smile plastered to his face and a glazed look in his eyes.
"I was going to ask you the very same thing min lilla fresterska." His smile widened to show a dimple in his left cheek. "Ever since we left that last boutique, you've been in a dream world."
Alana turned to face away from him once again and shrugged. "So much has happened over such a short time and I -"
She left her sentence hanging, her usually full lips flattened downwards into a frown.
Godric stopped mid stride, causing a gentleman on his cell phone to bump into him from behind and rudely exclaim. "Hey- watch it."
Godric ignored the man, who pushed his way past muttering; stomping away while flicking them the bird.
Alana had walked a few more steps before realizing her companion was no longer beside her. She stopped just as abruptly and turned around; her expression one of worry and irritation.
Godric set the bags down onto a bus stop bench; making a woman who was sitting there waiting for the route nine, to scoot herself as far over to left as she could; the bags consuming most of the surface area. He crossed his arms in front of him, face blank, and just stared at Alana in expectation; waiting for her to spill.
Alana became slightly embarrassed of the attention they were gathering. People were walking past darting looks to the two of them; some craning their necks behind their backs to have another look; at what seemed to be something interesting.
She hurried the short distance between them, grabbing one of his arms while hissing low. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Waiting for you to tell me what is troubling you." He stated calmly, either unaware or uncaring of the scene they were making.
Alana was exasperated. She thought she would die on the spot when a little girl, holding her mother's hand and skipping to a tune only she could hear; called out while pointing. "Look Mama, a vampire."
Much to her mother's horror and Alana's chagrin, she had yanked her little hand out of its hold and bounced over to Godric; her long blonde curls whipping from side to side and her blue eyes alive with excitement. "Hi, my name's Violet and I'm this many."
She held up four chubby fingers while giggling to herself and rocking from foot to foot; a ball of frenetic energy that was barely contained. "How many are you?" She rushed out. "Do you like being dead and-"
Her mother had snatched her up and away, as if saving her daughter from falling over a cliff. "I'm so sorry… please, she's only four…"
The woman was pressing the little girl's wiggling form to her chest and panting. "I told you not to talk to strangers or to run away from me like that."
Godric who had been smiling at the innocence and boldness of the child, now smiled to the mother; a wistful look in his eyes now.
"No harm has been done Madame." He addressed the woman first but then spoke to Violet directly; who had her mama's hand now covering her mouth, as she had been trying to yell out the questions she had been thwarted in getting answered. "You need to mind your mother as she is right, not all people or vampires are as nice as I am, and could hurt you."
Alana felt like chuckling all of the sudden. The look of fear on the woman's face that was cautiously backing away from them now, the little girl Violet's muffled indignation, and her gorgeous vampire being all adorable again. She sighed loudly.
Godric gave her a sideways smirk, still looking at the little girl who had bitten her mother's hand to free her mouth. She was half turning in the woman's arms to yell out.
"Can I see your fangs?"
Gasps could be heard all around and traffic on the sidewalk had come to a complete stop. People seemed to be holding their breath and even the woman on the bus stop bench; had turned around to see how the vampire would react.
Godric gave a full mouthed grin and with a click, protracted his fangs, much to Violet's delight; she clapped her small hands and squealed. Her mother now scared for their lives, broke into a run.
The jostled little girl completely enthralled, blew a kiss over her mother's shoulder; in which Godric pretended to catch in his hand and stick in his pocket, before they disappeared from view through the crowded strip.
Alana addressed the gawking crowd that had formed, while tugging on Godric's arm; whom had gotten the silent message and retracted his teeth from view.
"Shows over."
She turned her back to them to further stress her point; giving the woman on the bench a dismissive glare, who quickly turned around with a 'Hmmf!', at being caught staring. Alana now with both hands on Godric's biceps, gently squeezed the rock hard muscles, while mirroring his earlier smirk.
"Attention whore." She whispered, and then winked. "Can we get out of here now? I really don't want to have this discussion with half of Dallas eavesdropping."
He gathered up all the totes and cheekily responded, kissing the tip of her nose; acting as if nothing had occurred. "But of course."
Alana put an arm into the crook of his; him having placed all the bags to be fanned out in one hand, maneuvering once again through the crowd, only this time to find their parked vehicle-Alana's idea, taking pity on the poor guy finally for his carried burden.
A couple blocks in the other direction, found them at the meter where Godric's black BMW was parked. He popped the trunk to unload her many purchases as Alana slid into the passenger seat; feeling pensive and uneasy once again.
She sat stiffly on the cream leather seat, her mind going a million miles a second; she didn't notice that Godric had pulled out into the street and they were driving until the GPS's female monotone voice rang out, "Turn left at the intersection."
Alana studied him and marveled at his ability to be so collected all of the time, well mostly she thought, a vision of Stan and Hugo crossing her mind. He was casually sitting with one hand on the steering wheel, looking by all accounts relaxed and at ease.
However he could sense her intense feelings through their blood bond and was anything but that; he was worried that something was seriously wrong and was using every ounce of self-control not to stop the car and demand she tell him.
Instead, he drew on his two thousands years’ worth of learned patience and waited her out; the only telltale sign of his discord was the clenching of his jaw, which was flexing slightly with edginess.
Alana was oblivious to that fact. She was fidgeting with her fingers and staring ahead at the blacktop they were speeding over. She took a slow steady breath and cleared her throat; then blurted out with a shout, surprising herself at how frantic she sounded. "I want you to turn me."
Godric took his eyes away from the road to regard her briefly. Time spread its wings between them and minutes went by, gathering together slowly.
She was looking down to her lap now, completely embarrassed with her tactlessness and filled with apprehension from Godric's silence.
He looked back to the road and still said nothing. Hot tears were threatening to spill, she could feel their burning tingle, but was determined to hold them back; the quietness in the car was deafening.
Godric made a turn and pulled into a supermarket parking lot; leaving the car to idle in a space of the near vacant asphalt expanse, and just sat; his hand gripping the wheel tightly. She didn't dare look at his face, for fear it would be her undoing; her resolve was quickly crumbling though and against her better judgment, she did.
He was scary looking and if at all possible, more pale; he looked how he did while sleeping, only his eyes were open and a bloody tinge could be seen collecting in his lower lids.
She couldn't take his non reaction anymore and felt like an asshole in every sense of the word. Alana went to undo her safety harness and reach for the handle of the door; her intention to get out of the car and bolt away from this-her stupid mistake. Godric still looked ahead, but shot out a hand to grab her wrist, preventing her from doing so.
"Wait…" He barely whispered. "Just…give me a minute."
Alana was tense but settled back into the seat once more. She swallowed hard and waited. Her knee had started to slightly bounce with nervousness, making the white layered skirt she wore, ride even further up her thighs. She found herself wishing the radio was on; thinking any noise besides her heartbeat sounding off in her ears would be welcome.
After what seemed an age, Godric nodded to himself, agreeing with whatever internal monologue he was having.
He gave a small smile to the air in front of him and turned completely in his seat facing her now with a wide mouthed grin; the shock of it made Alana's mouth open, and her jaw unattractively drop.
"Okay." He said simply, shrugging his shoulders in a what the hell kind of way.
He was looking at her with that boyish charm of his, all evidence of surprise now gone from his body language.
"That's it, just 'Okay'." Alana had found her voice finally, having decided to stop opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish.
"Yes. I have weighed everything out carefully and have made up my mind." He answered, and then began rattling off his logic like a list. "One: in meeting you I have found myself no longer wanting to end my existence, and am truly engaged with living like never before- with you. Two: however sudden things have happened between us, the thought of you being fragile and aging, eventually dying; I can never allow this to happen as it would take you away from me." Godric leaned closer to her and ran a finger down her cheek, hovering his lips over her mouth with his finish. "Three: I love you and want to make you happy, so if it is your wish then…okay."
She only took about a millisecond to register his declaration before grabbing his face with her hands and planting furiously sloppy kisses all over his face. He was chuckling to himself, and in a blur had unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her onto his lap; their new position, her straddling him and rocking slightly, had turned the rapid butterfly pecks into slow soft suckles; Godric's hands massaged her hips and buttocks, making her moan before finding his mouth and kissing him deeply. Their tongues swirled in and out, and she wondered if- the want of him- the absolute need of him, would ever be sated?
He ran his hands up her sides and around her front; pulling the little green half tank and white lace bra up, freeing her bountiful breasts from their confinement.
He ran a thumb over one pink nipple while taking the other in his mouth. Alana had arched her back and closed her eyes; her own hands in between them rubbing his bulge, she found that thinking right now was useless; so just allowed herself to feel good…and goddamn, if he didn't do that well.
A few of his words sank into her brain in spite of the just made decision to not think-end his existence? Alana broke away from Godric, fighting the haze of lust, to ask him.
He was fumbling with the fly of his chinos and panting, his sea blue eyes filled with so much alarm and confusion at her stopping; she couldn't help but grin, but sobered quickly remembering why she'd done it.
"Godric-what did you mean when you said 'you no longer want to end your existence'?" She spoke in a small voice, afraid to ruin the mood but too curious about it to leave it for later. "I wasn't aware you were contemplating it."
His eyes lost their glaze and it appeared by all accounts, that her question had let the wind out of his sails so to speak; he relaxed his body in resignation, leaning his head back on the seat; so his face was upturned and his eyes looked almost closed. The fingers and hands that were just moments ago, gripping her flesh in need; were now resting as well, just holding her lower back.
Sensing this was something big; Alana patiently waited and righted her bra and shirt; leaning in to rest her body against his, her head laying in the crook of his neck; her fingernails tracing his collarbone. She inhaled deeply, loving the musky scent of his cologne; exhaling loudly as his arms seemed to circle her tighter than before.
They were like this for a little while before Godric remembered to answer her, or stopped putting it off; this was not something he relished talking about, and his tone didn't hide that fact from her.
"I was in the woods the night I met you, with intentions of deciding if I wanted to continue on." He had a faraway quality to his voice. "So much emptiness consumed me and I was weary…two thousand years’ worth of blood weighing heavy on me; I had lost my will or want for it."
His hands absentmindedly stroked her back, the lazy strokes strangely lulling her into sleepiness; even as disturbing as she found his confession, she couldn't help but feel peaceful in their shared moment.
"I have done things-horrendous things; acts which I may never atone for. They are mine to carry always…this is my burden to bear."
Alana interrupted him. "Godric, there is good in you too. I've seen it for myself and yes- you can get a little scary at times; but you can't beat yourself up for the past."
"This may be true for humans Alana, but as a vampire; these acts I speak of aren't small trespasses. It's not as if I cheated on my taxes, hurt a friend's feelings, or merely lost my temper and got into a scuffle." Godric nudged her shoulders gently to raise her up a little, wanting her to look him in the eye; needing her to see him for what he was and know without a doubt, that this life (and even him) was what she really wanted.
"You have become so many things to me in just mere days. How is this possible?" Godric was now caressing her face in awe. "What sort of enchantment have you cast on me min lilla fresterska? I feel reborn and without a care when you touch me; these demons almost seem to lose strength within me, and for the first time in two millennia; I'm grateful for what I am; for it has enabled me to live long enough to meet you, as if that was my purpose all along…"
Alana didn't know what to say. She felt like celebrating and crying at the same time; cheering that something within her gave him solace, yet bittersweet too; she could see the tormented soul behind those blue eyes and wondered…would she ever really be enough to heal his pain completely?
"Do you remember your words in the bathroom with that woman at the restaurant?" He asked her.
"Yeah, the pristine Mrs. Newlin," Alana spat, "Bitch needs a psychiatrist more than she needs Jesus."
Godric laughed at her outrage of the memory. Alana's eyes were narrowing and her jaw was set firmly; her little hands fisted the front of his shirt now.
His little kitten was like a rabid tiger in that bathroom, and he had known then somehow-she was meant to be HIS. However, he had more to share and it wasn't of the merry nature; his smile quickly vanished.
"When you spoke of 'ripping out her heart' and 'rubbing her blood all over your body' while letting me 'fuck you over her corpse and lick you clean'," He waited a second for his words to sink in past her anger before continuing, "You were going for shock value, Yes?" Alana nodded but her emerald orbs seemed a little brighter.
Godric internally hated what he was about to tell her. He worried of her reaction but knew, full disclosure was necessary; there would never be lies between them.
"What you described so well to mentally torture that vile woman-Well, I don't know any other way to say this so…That was a perfect ritual of foreplay performed by my kind for as long as I can remember. She passed out shortly after, and you had been just conjuring up the worst visual images you could think of to freak her out-thoroughly succeeding."
Alana gave him a small smile and shrugged to agree, but had a feeling he wasn't done yet; the way he looked away from her and out the window for a moment, told her he was afraid of what she would do when he completely unloaded. She turned his chin back to her. "There isn't much besides telling me you hate me Godric, that's going to change what I feel for you-so just spit it out."
Godric took in a un needed breath and did just that. "I stood there with a ferocious erection, leaning in the doorway and barely controlling myself from making your words a reality. I instinctually wanted to take you over that woman's dead body and pound into you…I have done such things and worse- and actually…Loved it Alana." He whispered. "Now do you understand? You are in love with a monster."
The moment drew out between them. They just stared at each other, both having volatile emotions bubbling beneath the surface, his words hanging heavy in the tight space of the cab; thickening it somehow. When Alana finally answered him, he thought maybe it had been a trick of the mind; for once he couldn't possibly have heard her correctly.
"Say that again." Godric demanded softly.
Alana complied, with a shrug and a big smile. "Okay."
She gave him his own response to her previous confession; after weighing carefully of course, just like he had done.
"That's it, just 'Okay'." He exclaimed in astonishment, also repeating words; she herself had just said moments before.
Alana gave a sly look and teased him, while running her hands back to the crotch of his pants. "Yes, I have weighed everything carefully and made up my mind…" She could no longer contain her composure and burst out in a guffaw. He started tickling her ribcage at the mockery of his own words.
"God- Go-Godric…Stop," She squealed, struggling to get away from his lightning quick speed and nimble fingers. Alana wheezed out, "Let me finish!"
He cocked an eyebrow with a smirk, but had ceased in his playful antics; waiting to hear what she had to say.
Alana regained most of her composure but still had the giggles; her face was flushed and her eyes twinkling, totally contradicting the seriousness of her message.
"My mother used to tell me-" Thinking of her mother's heart shaped face and soft brown eyes, her quirky smile; the one she gave when she knew Alana had messed up and had a hard lesson to learn; gave her pause. It hurt but she went on, now all smiles and silliness gone from her. "She would say, 'Alana when you meet your soul-mate and fall in love…remember that it should be unconditional'. As all young girls think at one time or another; me being no different having read fairytales of the perfect Prince sweeping me off my feet and riding me off into forever. That true love must be perfect and can conquer all. I think back to her words and I now understand…" Alana swallowed the lump and brushed at the corner of her eyes where they had started to leak. "Real love isn't like that Godric- it's accepting the bad too; the ugly faults or deeds that we all have stuffed in our souls' closet. It's not perfect and not always noble but what it is- goes deeper than that. I may not understand what you've done or what you've been through. I may never get it. But what I do know is that- no matter what, I don't want to ever have a day without you in it. I don't ever want you to hide who you are from me, and in the same turn; I will never hide from you. There is no longer 'you' or 'me'…there is 'US'; I have your back as you have mine, and it's us against everyone else. If you like to-partake in this 'blood play' then…I guess we'll have to find a medium. After all there isn't anything that can't be compromised."
She snapped out of her little speech, gauging his reaction; as he had been dead still the entire length of her monologue. She was starting to feel foolish until he asked her with a shaky voice. "Compromise?"
Alana grinned with relief. "Yeah silly," She lightly punched his shoulder, "We'll find the worst dregs of society and do a little justice 'vigilante' style…ya know, like Bonnie and Clyde, only we won't need to rob banks; it will be Godric and Alana- I'm sure once you turn me, I will have the same fetishes right?"
He was stunned but still managed a nod. "Yes, you will be like me."
"So we'll have to walk the fine line between right and wrong but we'll do it-together." Alana let a few tears fall; the swell of love in her chest for him, too great to contain. Godric leaned in the lick the salty drops off her cheeks before they fell.
That familiar clenching and tingle she felt in her abdomen when he touched her, blossomed in her center; causing warmth to radiate throughout her core, it's moisture soaking her thong and causing Godric to growl; having scented her arousal.
"Just kiss me Godric- the rest will work itself out in time." She barely breathed out; her skin alive and aching for him.
"Yes Ma’am."
Godric swept in to capture her lips with renewed passion; continuing where they had left off before their little talk.

The unmarked black van and its occupants had been tailing the couple all night; it was parked a few rows behind them, waiting and watching.
Gabe sat behind the wheel, lighting his half chewed cigar with a match; anxious to get on with fun-the fucking battle. The other two snot nosed yuppies with him; fucking pussies, wouldn't know what to do with their dicks, let alone a goddamn two thousand year old vamp; if being a stone cold warrior even came with a handbook, his face would be on the back cover! He ground out his teeth, having had enough of the whispered prayers.
"Shut the fuck up- they have good hearing, stupid." His gravely growl silenced the cab.
The young Soldiers of the Sun looked to their General in shock; curse words were so un Christian like in their eyes-they didn't know how to respond.
The boys had donned all black Kevlar suits and had ski masks and night vision goggles in place. The whole van was laced with various means of torture: silver chains, ropes, wooden stakes, guns, and they had even managed an RPG rocket launcher; as a last resort, if things got too desperate or out of hand.
"Listen up-" Gabe whispered. "We have to make our move as soon as he starts driving again…I'll run them off the road, making like I lost control of the van; you two need to be ready to immobilize the target with the silver nets before injecting the liquid silver into 'em-I'll grab the Cunt. Got it?"
The one named Jeff, nervously fingered his silver cross and chain that he'd wrapped around his hand. "What if…what if we can't get him?"
He was all wide eyed and shaky; about ready to piss his tidy-whiteys with fear.
"This ain't the time to go all school girl on me-this is the time to grab your nuts," Gabe took Jeff's hand with the cross and roughly placed it on his junk; his fingers squeezing the young man's Johnson hard, making him clamp his other hand over his own mouth to muffle his yelp of pain, "So man up and do the job."
The other young man, Tom, was smart enough to not voice his concerns. He nodded to Jeff and then Gabe. "Let's do this."
Gabe returned the nod in approval and settled back in his seat; puffing on his cigar to continue the wait. He rolled his eyes when he noticed the two jack-wagons in the rearview mirror resume their fervent prayers to an entity that existed about as much as Santa Claus did, as far as he was concerned; their eyes closed tight and lips mouthing the worthless prattle, not making much sound but still annoying the shit out of him none the less.
He concentrated his attentions to the rocking car in front of him. The tinted windows didn't allow for him to see what was going on-be he knew all right.
"That's it sweetheart…let the stiff warm you up for me." Gabe murmured under his breath, visualizing the petite little raven haired girl; he had watched strutting up the Dallas walkway, in those fuck-me high heeled sandals.
"What was that Mr. Gabe-Sir?" Tom hissed from the back.
"Nothing-go back to prayin, we'll be mobile soon enough." He grunted out, not realizing he had spoken his thoughts aloud.
He chewed on the Maduro 52 ring sized blunt, thinking about how fortunate he was to get hooked up with that fanatic Newlin; who had loads of money to back up his cause, allowing men like him to engage in what they did best; fucking murder.
Gabe missed the war- shit, he'd been in 'Nam and Desert Fuck Up; taken down slant-eyed gooks and sand niggers alike.
Marine division had insisted on a so called 'retirement', after that scandal of him shooting up a village of civilians in friendly fire had erupted. Fucking bureaucrats!
If all things went well he'd have that abomination strung up in silver watching him skull fuck little miss necrophilia there; he was getting all excited, hard, and sweaty just anticipating making the slut scream.
"Sir…" Jeff whistled low while tapping Gabe on the shoulder. "Sir…"
Gabe swung around and grabbed the wrist of the hand it was attached to; twisting it at an awkward angle, a look of wildness in his steel gray eyes.
Jeff's rapid breaths were panting out in pain. "They-Th-They're on-the move."
Gabe realized he's been distracted and muttered out. "Cock-sucker…"
He put the van in gear and inconspicuously followed suit out of the parking lot after the Beamer. "Time to rock 'n roll boys."
Jeff massaged his wrist fighting the urge to cry as Tom gulped to himself fighting the urge to shit his pants. Gabe just gunned the engine and thanked whatever Being that just might be out there; having created him to enjoy moments like this one, because at the end of the day; amidst all the bloods, guts, and especially the mother-fucking glory-he really loved being alive.
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