Disclaimer: I don't own Godric :(
A/N: I had such an amazing time writing from Godric and Sólveig's points of view that I'm continuing this chapter in the same fashion. This is the final chapter in our story, folks; I hope you've enjoyed the ride. Happy reading!
I knew the girl would be frightened if she awoke to total darkness, so the first thing I did, after laying her down gently, was utilize the fire-making tools she'd left for me. Once the flames were leaping toward the ceiling of the cave, I began the process of examining her bruised and bleeding body. She wore no clothing; it had been torn from her by the criminal who'd so violently abused her. My hands swept the long, blonde hair from her face, and the sight of her caused me to once again bite my lip in anger. I had seen her black eyes and broken jaw on our flight to freedom, but here, in the bright light of the fire, the injuries looked even worse. Blood had trickled from her ears, set loose by the force of the blow that had broken her delicate bones.
My eyes roamed downward, and I dreaded what I would find. More blood was seeping from her core, drying black on the golden skin of her thighs. I resisted the urge to lower my head and lick her clean like a dog. I would have to wake her in order to properly heal her physical, if not mental, wounds. I moved us against the wall of the cave and sat her between my legs.
"Sólveig," I whispered into her blood-encrusted ear, "wake up." My voice must have reached her through the pain, because she moaned and tilted her head gently from side to side. When she spoke, her voice was cracked and dry.
"Godric?" She said my name like a prayer, and I nodded, burying my nose in her silken hair. "It… hurts," she whimpered, but her eyes fluttered open slowly despite the agony it surely caused. The deep blue pools began to overflow, and hot, salty tears made glistening trails down her cheeks.
"You… came… for me," she gritted out between short, quick breaths. I put a finger to her lips and dipped my own to her ear once again.
"Do not try to talk. Your jaw is broken," I told her, and she nodded. She knew she was damaged. There was only one way I could think to help her.
"I'm going to give you my blood so that you may start to heal." As soon as the words left my lips I bit into my left wrist with unsheathed fangs. The blood welled up slowly, and I raised the torn flesh to her mouth.
"Drink." It was not a request, it was a demand, and she acquiesced without a word.
I had never let a human consume my blood before, but the effects were immediate and pronounced. Her pain became mine, her emotions flowed over me like water, and I was drowning in her. She suckled at my wrist like a newborn, and I stroked her hair as her body slowly began to mend itself. Her jaw made a curious crackling sound as it set itself to rights. Once the bones had re-aligned, she pulled her lips from my wounded arm. She let her head fall back onto my chest, and I watched as the bruises encircling her eyes faded in the flickering firelight. We stayed that way, silent and motionless, until I felt her muscles begin to contract in an effort to sit up.
I didn't help her. I knew she'd want to take stock of her remaining injuries herself if there were any left to be discovered. She made no effort to cover herself when she realized she was naked. Her hands roamed her body carefully, splaying out along her chin, her ribs, and her stomach. When they reached her womanhood, she shuddered violently, and looked at me with sad eyes.
"He raped me," she said, and I nodded in agreement. "Did you kill him?" I nodded again, and she jerked her eyes from mine. "Good." It was said without malice or conviction, but she must have known I'd left all those men to rot. She turned to face me again after another moment, and the words she spoke left me stunned.
"Make me forget."
After I closed my eyes to the world, I knew nothing but the comforting fingers of darkness. I wanted nothing more to do with the defilement of my body. When a gentle voice in my ear implored me to wake up, I thought I must have been dreaming. It sounded like Godric.
The moment I was back to consciousness I felt the full agony of my current state, and I moaned my discomfort. I felt myself propped against something solid and cool, and my eyes fluttered open to take in my surroundings. In that instant I knew where I was, and who I was with.
Tears dripped from my eyes as I told him of my pain. He had come for me. He had saved me from death, just as I'd saved him. His fingers cut off my pain-laced utterances, and he confirmed the suspicions I had about my jaw. It was broken, and if the pain was any indication, badly.
He bit his wrist and held the wound to my mouth. This was all he could do to heal me, and the fact that he was even offering was motivation enough. I drank deeply, the metallic liquid coating my tongue and throat in a soothing way. I felt the bones in my jaw slide back into place, and I released his arm. My head lolled backward onto his chest, and I let the blood work its magic. Slowly but surely, I felt my aches and pains disappear.
After a few peaceful moments I sat up, testing the strength in my body. It registered somewhere in the back of my mind that I was naked, but my search for as yet unhealed injuries kept me from caring much. My hands cupped my jaw, but I felt nothing. Next, I checked my ribs, my abdomen. Still nothing. A sense of relief started to flow through me, but then my fingers brushed my inner thighs, and I felt the dried blood still caked there. The memory came rushing back, slamming into me as surely as the vile guard's fist had connected with my jaw. I shuddered then, and turned to look at Godric.
He was so still, so beautiful in the firelight, and my heart thumped painfully in my chest when he caught my eyes.
"He raped me," I said, as if I were telling him the sky was blue. He only nodded. "Did you kill him?" I asked, and I wasn't sure what answer I expected, or wanted. When he nodded again, I turned my face back to the fire. "Good".
I felt Godric's blood rushing through my veins, and it both scared and excited me with its intensity. My mind was racing. I kept seeing the blonde man violating me over and over, when all I wanted was to forget everything that had happened that night. I made a decision and turned to the man, the immortal, who could help me do just that.
"Make me forget," I whispered.
It was the first time I had seen the powerful creature so unsure of himself. I could tell he didn't know what to make of the situation, but I was determined to have him understand. I grasped his cool hand and ran it down my face to my chest, eyes never leaving his. The movement stirred him from his haze, and he pulled his hand away from me.
I wanted to scream, or cry, or both, but before I could even open my mouth Godric had me on my back by the fire. His fangs were extended, and he grazed them along my shoulder. I shuddered and gasped at the sensation.
"How do you suggest I do that?" he breathed into my ear, and I shook my head.
"I don't know. Just… please… I don't want to remember the feel of his hands on me. Help me," I mewled, and felt the embarrassing flow of tears once again. He brought his face to mine, and I could see something in them that made all my fears wash away: compassion. His tongue darted out, deftly catching the drops of moisture on my cheek.
"Don't cry," he cooed, then kissed my forehead, cheeks, and lips. "Let me replace your pain with pleasure." He kissed me again, but this time his lips captured mine with a fervor so strong I couldn't stop the moan that escaped. He trailed kisses all down my body, stopping only when he reached the apex of my thighs.
"I'm sorry," he said, and I looked down to see him staring at my entrance with a pained expression. "I'll never leave you again, my fragile, beautiful human."
I opened my mouth to respond, but was cut off by the feeling of him probing my burning center. He spread my legs and licked at the blood that had dried there. At any other moment in time such a thing might have disgusted me, but as I watched him wash away the last traces of my violation, I thought I could love him. When I was clean, he kissed the inside of my thighs once more, and then plunged his tongue into me. I screamed his name for the first of many times that night.
She was the most beautiful creature I'd seen in my long life, and it gave me no small bit of satisfaction to know that I was the reason for her pleasure. Her back arched, causing her long hair to sweep the ground as she rode me. Her lithe body moved up and down slowly, and I smiled at the soft gasps of pleasure that slipped from between her sweet lips. I had made love to her for hours after she'd begged me to help her forget the torment to which she'd been subjected. I'd lost count of the times she'd called out my name in ecstasy.
We were bonded now, by blood and circumstance, and though I'd never have imagined it, I was content to stay this way with her as long as she'd have me. I held her tight when she fell forward onto my chest, exhausted. Her breathing eventually returned to normal, and when it did she propped herself up on an elbow.
"Are you thoroughly satisfied?" I asked in an only slightly self-aggrandizing way.
Sólveig's lips curled into a wide smile, and she let out a low chuckle. "Thoroughly."
I raised my hand to tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and she grasped my wrist. I let her stop me, curious as to what she might do. She turned her face into my palm and placed a gentle kiss there. A strange sense of calm and wellbeing washed over me, and I was sure I was feeling her emotions through the bond. The sensation was odd, but awesome. These were things I had not felt in a millennium, and their cause was this slip of a girl in my arms.
"Thank you," she said in a voice so low I was unsure she'd actually spoken.
"For what?" I countered, but smiled at her odd choice of words all the same.
"For saving my life. For caring about me," she intoned, and brought the hand on my arm to my face. "For making me feel so… alive." The irony was not lost on me, nor was the significance of her words. They were the very things I thought about her.
I wanted this girl, this ray of sunlight in my otherwise dark world, to remain by my side.
"Would you stay with me?" I asked her. She didn't answer, so I continued. "I've never met another being like you in all my years. You make me feel things I'd forgotten even existed. If you let me, I want to be your protector, your friend, your lover."
Lust surged through the bond, and whether it was hers or mine was anybody's guess. She almost looked startled when it hit her, and her dark blue eyes met mine. I knew she must be tired by now. The sun would be coming up in due time, and we had explored every inch of each other's bodies for hours. An idea struck me, and I had the sudden urge to end the evening the way we had begun it.
I sat up and pulled her into my arms, then slid back against the hard stone wall of the cave. She made a noise of protest, but I brought her lips to mine to still her objections. When I pulled back she sighed, laying her head against my chest and settling between my outstretched legs.
I let my fingers trail up and down her arms. It was a gesture meant to soothe and comfort, and it had its intended effect. Her breathing slowed, became deeper. She was on the edge of sleep, and when the first rays of dawn crested the horizon, I followed her.
Before oblivion took me, she leaned up to whisper the answer to my question.
"I'll follow you to the end of the world."
Then we slept, and I knew what it meant to be at peace.
A/N: It's the end of one story, but the beginning of another. I had so much fun writing this, and I am definitely planning a sequel to follow Godric and Sólveig's continuing adventures. Join us next time, when we meet a few faces from Godric's past. Thank you all for reading!