After the Last Breath

by Megan 74

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Godric/OC, Godric/Eric/OC, Eric/OC

Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood or the Southern Vampire Mysteries. I just play with the characters before returning them to their rightful owners.

Summary: A witch, a vampire, and a tragedy. Will it bring two lost souls together, or drive a wedge between them forever?

Chapter 1

I sat on the ledge of the highest building in Dallas and for the umpteenth time contemplated letting go. Lean forward and feel the wind rush against my body before gravity pulled me to my death on the concrete below.

What a release it would be. What freedom I would find, away from the darkness that occupied my every thought.

A slight noise, combined with a brush of power, pulled me back to awareness, and I turned to see a young man standing not ten feet behind me.

Wait. Not a man. A vampire.

His aura had that paleness, that lifelessness, that always gave vampires away. Besides that, he was looking awfully pale for a resident of Texas. Another giveaway.

"Excuse me," he said, voice surprisingly soft. "I didn't know this spot was already occupied."

"No problem," I whispered, and cleared my throat. How had he gotten up here? I knew how I had gotten up here. Teleportation. But I'd never met a vampire before who could teleport. Maybe he'd flown? I'd heard rumours that some vampires could actually fly, but I'd never witnessed it.

He cocked his head to the side and took me in. His eyes were blue and his hair was short and dark. He looked not a day older than eighteen, but I knew he might very well be centuries old. You never could tell with vampires.

"Perhaps you'll allow me to join you?" he asked.

"It's a free country," I said, not knowing what else to say. I tensed involuntarily when he approached quickly - too quickly - and sat himself down on the ledge besides me. He smiled at me, but I was unable to do anything other than stare back at him.

Was he planning on having me for dinner? I hadn't felt the pull on my mind of his glamour yet, and if he tried that he'd soon find out I'd be able to block it.

And even though I'd contemplated death not minutes before, the idea of dying at the hands of a vampire was an appalling one. If I were going to die, I'd be the one orchestrating it. Not some dead guy with fangs.

"I'm Godric," he said conversationally, his soft smile never leaving his face.

"I'm Turid," I replied cautiously, keeping a spell to conjure fire ready on the tip of my tongue. If he tried anything, I'd burn him to a crisp.

"Turid?" he asked, pleasantly surprised. "Are you Scandinavian?"

"Nope," I said, shaking my head. I looked Scandinavian. Tall, lithe, blond and blue-eyed. He wasn't the first to come to that conclusion, between my name and my looks. A lot of guys at college called me 'the Swedish bikini-model' behind my back. Idiots.

"I'm from Romanian and British descent." I had no idea why I explained myself to him, yet I did.

He smiled again, and before I could stop myself thinking it, I came to the conclusion that he looked nice when he smiled. Almost handsome.

"I am from what is called Britain nowadays myself."

"Huh," I said, and looked away from him, up to the sky.

"Why do you come here?" he asked, following my gaze up.

"Stargazing," I said immediately. I knew telling him the truth was out of the question. It might give him ideas.

"There are better places to gaze at the stars. There is too much light pollution here in the city."

I knew he was right, of course, but I wasn't going to tell him I came here to contemplate suicide. So I kept silent.

"How did you get up here?" he asked.

That got my attention, and I snapped my head around and stared into his eyes. He had a point, of course. No ordinary human could get up here without a very long climb and without sneaking through several off-limit areas inside the building.

He waited patiently for me to answer, his eyes soft yet inquisitive.

"Teleportation," I finally whispered, and I narrowed my eyes.

"Impressive," he said as his smile grew wider. "I could tell you have power."


He tapped his nose. I'd figured he'd smelled it somehow. Vampires could smell just about anything.

"How did you get up here?" I asked, figuring since he asked me I could ask him right back.

"I flew."

I couldn't help the grin from tugging on my lips. I knew it. "You and superman," I said with a snigger.

He didn't seem offended at my lame joke, thank goodness. Offending a vampire was never a good idea, no matter what power you might have to fend them off.

"It comes in handy," he said lightly. "Do you work with your talent?"

I gave him a confused look.

He shook his head as if in amusement. "Do you work as a witch?"

"No," I snapped, startling even myself at the amount of venom behind such a small word. "I'm a student at UT Dallas."

"Ah," he said, looking down. "What do you study?"

I was losing my patience rapidly. "What is this? Twenty questions?"

Now it was his turn to look confused, as I pushed myself away from the ledge with force, stumbling in the process. It took me a moment to find my balance, and that was all it took for the vampire to appear right in front of me. Stupid vampire speed.

"What do you want with me?" I snarled, glaring at him. There was no need to explain my question any further. He knew exactly what I meant. Vampires and witches do not get along. Vampires are uneasy around witches, to say the least, since we are one of the few people on this planet who can cause vampires serious harm. And witches didn't like vampires. They're dead people walking around. Enough said.

He held up his pale hands in a sign of surrender. "I meant you no offence, Turid," he whispered, and for the first time that evening I felt a slight brush of his power against my mind in an obvious attempt to calm me.

It didn't calm me. It infuriated me. I shook his power off with ease, but before I could give voice to my anger he spoke.

"You never asked me what I come up here for."

That threw me off and I blinked once, twice -

"I come up here to think about the sun," he said softly, so softly, that for a moment I thought I'd imagined his words. But when those words finally sunk in, my knees gave out.

Two arms, hard as rock, caught me before I hit the floor. He pressed me against his equally hard chest, and even though I was an inch taller than him, I felt small in his embrace.

"Why do you want to end it, little witch?" he whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine.

"How do you know?" I replied with a choked sob.

A cool hand stroked down my back, a little clumsily, as though its owner had long forgotten how to give comfort.

"I know because I recognized the expression on your face, the fading light in your eyes." His cool breath ghosted across my neck. "I see it every time I look in the mirror."

I turned my head and stared in his eyes, and was lost in the depth and pain I saw in them. For the first time I realized that this was no mere vampires of a few centuries old. This man was ancient.

Anguish washed over me now that I'd found a soul as lost as I was. I no longer cared that this was a vampire, a man long dead, a predator who hunted my kind. I clung to him, my hands curled in his white shirt, and I lowered my forehead onto his shoulder as sobs wrecked themselves from deep within me.

Tears dampened my cheeks and his shoulder, and noises, guttural and primal, gave voice to my pain and despair.

He held me, not making a sound, not moving an inch, his arms strong around me, his face pressed against my hair.

I don't know how long we stood there, predator and prey, vampire and witch, two unlikely creatures united in a common desire to leave all behind. I shook against him and he held me closer, and it wasn't until I heard the click of his fangs descending that some sense returned to my fogged mind.

Oh, hell no.