The Sun for the Moon and the Stars
Hey, so I have a new story for True Blood but I will be carrying on the other one very soon. I found a story very similar to this one on this site, which was actually my inspiration. However, this one will be following quite a different storyline. I am only using the base plot line of the Godric/Sookie Maker/Child relationship. If you want to check the story out that I got this inspiration from, it's called The Darkness Within by VampQueenV.
He could smell her blood before he could see her – It was pure, fresh and enticing; nothing –like in all his years - he had ever smelt before and it made him curious, so curious that he had to find the source. He was a vampire; an old one at that and by now had learnt complete control of his bloodlust – he could survive off a few mere drops of human blood every few days but this blood, it was calling for him; it wanted to be drunk.
He took an unnecessary breath, steadying himself as he battled internally against his nature. He knew that if he could smell so much blood, someone was hurt and badly at that – surely he should go help? His nurturing instinct deep within replied with an eager nod although he was unsure he could control himself – he could make matters worse? Did he trust himself? His nurturing side nodded once more. He was very old; he had dealt with worse surely? Heck, he had stood in front of hundreds of bleeding humans before and didn't as so much as flicker. Why would this blood be so different?
With that thought he looked around the cell he was being kept in, for a way to escape. He found one easily – the humans really hadn't done a good job in providing a cell for him that he could not escape out of if he so wished, not that he had planned to until now – He had wanted this.
He reached forward, grabbing the silver bars, burning his skin in the process – His fangs clicked into place – his bodies' way of telling him was being attacked. He hissed, silently thanking that the bars were not pure silver and just lightly coated instead. He bent the bars with his vampire strength and stepped out of his once imprisoned 'home', watching as his hands healed before him painlessly.
Breathing deeply once more, he was invaded with another whiff of the potent human blood he was deeply craving. With that, he ran out of the room in a blur, putting his vampire speed to good use. Following the scent led him down a long corridor which ended in a closed door; ripping it off as easy as breaking a biscuit, he proceeded towards the blood that sung for him.
As he entered the room, the smell of blood was at its strongest; hitting him like a brick wall. I can't give in he told himself as his eyes landed on the scene before him. There was a man, named Gabe he believed undoing his belt and the zipper on his jeans as a incredibly beautiful, sweet young girl lay on the floor before him, blood oozing from what he could only describe as a stab wound and many other injuries. It didn't take him long to figure out what was happening, especially as the girls clothing; a simple pink dress, was hoisted up around her waist and her underwear discarded to the side.
He didn't think twice – didn't even give himself a chance to process the image thoroughly before 'vamping' forward and allowing his hand to encircle Gabe's throat and pull him high into the air before him. Gabe's emotions seemed to fly around before him – he was shocked, guilty, worried and more evidently than the others; petrified.
'Godric' Gabe choked out, finding it difficult to breathe. 'It's me, Gabe'
'I know very well who you are' Godric seethed.
'Let me go and we can forget all about this' He said earning a chuckle from Godric.
'Already forgotten' Was all Godric replied before reaching into Gabe's chest and ripping his heart out, discarding it into the air, allowing it to fall somewhere in the room. Godric watched for a split second as the light went out in the potential rapists' body – feeling no pity; he had something bigger to deal with.
Discarding Gabe's body on the floor, Godric turned to the young girl who was still alive, but barely. He knelt beside her, briefly stopping to take in her gorgeous face and long blonde hair.
She looked up at him, barely able to focus on the man before him; silently thanking him for what he had done. She watched him look down her body, his eyes resting on the place of her body that hurt the most. He placed his hand over the wound; looking stonily at her, clenching his jaw. She couldn't blame him – the smell must be terrible for him. She knew who his was or rather, what he was.
'Godric' she managed to whisper gently, much to his surprise.
He looked down at her as his name left her lips and wondered curiously how she knew him. He held her wound, putting as much pressure on it although he was beginning to realise the attempt was futile. She had lost too much blood. Ignoring the blood that was calling to him oh so much, he held his wrist up to his mouth and pierced his own skin, allowing his very ancient blood to run freely. He held it to her mouth – knowing that if he could, his blood would heal her and she would be alright. He didn't know why but he felt a need to save her; he wasn't sure if it was how young she was, how she knew his name or how many questions he needed answered but none the less, he was giving her his blood; blood he had only shared with one other person willingly. He watched as she coughed and spluttered on the blood, trying to draw as much as she could in her weakened state which in all honesty, wasn't much.
He watched her wounds, trying to determine whether it had done any good; from what he could see, it hadn't. He began to panic as her eyes began to close and her pulse slowed so much it might as well have stopped all together.
It was now, he knew, where he had to make a big decision; one that would affect not only his life, but the girls before him and countless other people. He could save her if he wanted to, but would it really be saving her? Either way she would be dead – it was just that one way made her much like him; it made her a vampire.
Without properly thinking it through; not having the time to process thoughts or deliberate the specifics he knew what he had to do. He couldn't let her die – there was something special about her. He learnt down to her practically dead corpse and began to drink from her; her still warm blood hitting his fangs as he drained her body of her own blood. He couldn't deny it – he enjoyed drinking from her – it was exquisite, something he had never tasted before although he didn't have time to linger on it all that much before ripping his arm open once more and force feeding her his blood, massaging her neck in the process, forcing her body to take the blood.
It was the second time in his undead life he had created a vampire – the first nearly one thousand years ago; it was a big deal for him although he couldn't allow himself to be consumed of these thoughts now. He had bigger and better things to deal with. Like getting this innocent girl out of here and somewhere where they could be buried together in the ground – It was the best way to complete the transformation.
It took Godric a matter of mere minutes to lift the girl into his arms and 'vamp' himself and her out of the room and outside into the nights air, ignoring the yells he could hear from the humans they passed on their way. He was grateful for the darkness as it provided shelter from any one seeing them as he ran with the girl; her blood allowing him to run that little bit faster. He ran for a good fifteen minutes until he came to field of which he knew was private and people didn't come across very often – he knew this area extremely well, having lived there for many, many years. He laid the girl on the grass and knelt beside her, setting to work on the ground beneath him. With no shovel or any type of digging equipment, he used his hands – his strength the only tool available. He made short work of it, having it dug wide enough and deep enough for both him and the girl who was transforming. With delicacy and ease, he lifted the girl, placing her gently in the grave-like hole and joining her after. With more of a struggle, he began to drag the earth over them – knowing he wouldn't be able to get them both as perfectly covered as he would like – but it would have to do.
He knew, if everything went to plan, in two or three night's time, his new vampire child would rise and it would be down to him to look after her, teach her and protect her. As he lay in the earth, waiting for the suns pulls that he knew would be with them shortly, he manoeuvred to hold onto the girl, enveloping his arms around her and pulling her close – which was no mean fete in the soil. He couldn't quite believe what had happened in a matter of hours.
By now, at nearly this moment in time, in fact, he was meant to have met the sun, ending his vampire life and ending up wherever he was supposed to end up – he had hoped, with god. But instead, he had taken another's life and given them a vampire one. In hindsight it was cruel – he no longer wanted to be a vampire, let alone create another one – but he just couldn't have left her there for dead. At least this way, he thought, she had a choice – she could take her life as a vampire if she did not like it. He processed that for a second before diminishing it – on second thoughts, he wouldn't allow a child of his to die. She was his now; his responsibility and in all his years – he had never shied away from the responsibilities in front of him.
He had to wait now, that was all and he was a very patient man. Two or three nights from now, his new child would rise; giving up the sun for the moon and the stars.
With that thought – he allowed himself to succumb to the suns pulls – 'dying' for the day.
She woke slowly, her eyes remaining closed as the first she did was wonder where she was. It was dark, cold and ever so slightly damp. She tried to stay calm, too afraid to move until she had figured out where she could possibly be. Her memory was blurry, remembering very little from the last time she was awake – she had gone to the fellowship church, looking for Godric where she was locked in the basement by Steve Newlin. It was all coming back to her the more she thought about it; she had found out Hugo was a spy and then there was Gabe, he had attacked her. She could remember nothing after that. Was she dead? Was this what death felt like? How would she know?
Deciding that laying there was doing nothing for her, she cautiously moved her hand, moving it through what she could presume was dirt or soil, coming into contact with something hard. She flinched back, unsure of what it was. She was so confused and fighting with herself to remain calm, knowing that if she panicked, she would get nowhere – she had seen the movies and to be frank, she had been in many troublesome situations in the past few months and knew none of them got better if you allowed yourself to panic. With that thought he moved both of her hands this time, loosening the soil around her and slowly, ever so slowly, she reached her hands up above her, willing herself to escape this. Briefly a thought occurred to her – how could she breathe under all this soil? It wasn't possible surely? It must be a dream – well more of a nightmare but in the end, it couldn't be real. She just had to escape this soil that was weighing heavily on her and then the nightmare would end – well at least this horrible part anyway.
With that thought, she began to work hard, pushing herself through the soil, using all her strength – which strangely didn't seem to be depleting. It took her a few minutes but eventually, the soil parted way and she felt the first hit of air hit her, although apparently she didn't need it. It spurred her on however, finally opening her eyes ever so slightly as she pulled herself out of the hole she was in. Brushing, soil from her face and eyes she opened them completely, nearly falling back as everything hit her. Everything was so detailed, so clear – She could see a bird in a tree that she knew she wouldn't normally be able to see and her hearing – she could hear the air brushing past her ears and the same bird tweeting as if it was right next to her. She shook her head brushing some soil from her hair and looking around – this was one messed up dream. She audibly gasped as she saw the ground out of the corner of her eye move and continuously keep moving. Something was coming out of the ground. He eyes transfixed, she began to slowly take a few steps back, frightened of what was there.
It took only a few moments before her question was answered. 'Godric' she whispered as she watched the sheriff of Dallas rise from the soil near her feet and stand before her, as equally dirty as she could tell she was. What was going on? He seemed to take a few seconds to get his bearings, brushing the soil from his face, hair and clothing before looking at her.
He watched her closely, taking in everything about her – pleased that she had survived the transformation successfully. He had, had a short wait for her in reality – it had only taken her two nights to rise and she had done well with that; easily finding her way out of the soil. He had actually awoken a lot earlier then she and could sense when she was trying to get out of the soil – although he did not help her – it was important she found her own way.
'Godric? What's going on? This is such a messed up dream' she stammered.
He frowned at her – she thought this was a dream? 'This isn't a dream' he told her calmly.
She looked more confused now he surmised which was only confirmed through the maker-child bond. The bond he knew they would be relying on a lot in near future. The bond they had created was useful in many ways; it allowed each of them to keep in touch of eachs location and feelings; something that was invaluable when you wanted to protect someone.
'It has to be' she whispered, her mind in overdrive. 'What's happening to me? Why am I hurting?' It was the first time she had registered the pain in her stomach and her throat.
Godric watched her closely before answering 'You are hungry'
'Hungry?' she was getting more confused by the second – she never hurt this much when she was normally hungry.
Godric stepped closely to her, capturing her eyes with his. She could see every inch of his skin up close. She knew Godric was a very old vampire but he looked no older then perhaps fifteen.
'You must listen to me' he spoke to her gently. 'This isn't dream. You were dying, I had to turn you'
'Yes' he confirmed, hoping everything would be clicking into place for the new vampire before him – he had so much to tell her and so little time with everything else they had to accomplish tonight.
'Am I dead?' was her next question.
Godric nodded 'In some ways, yes'
The girl gasped, burying her head in her hands. Godric allowed her to stay that way until she was ready, knowing that she had to have a few moments – like any other person .Yes she was a vampire now, but her mind still worked like a human – it was unlikely that would ever change.
Slowly she looked up at him, distress evident on her face. 'I'm a vampire' it wasn't so much question, as a statement – she already knew, it wasn't overly difficult to work out.
She wanted to weep, she wanted to cry and be angry – she wanted to feel something, but nothing came. She was in shock – she felt numb. The memory of Godric kneeling beside her when she was dying flooded her mind; she drank his blood. He wasn't lying and by the immense pain she was feeling – this definitely wasn't a dream or a nightmare for that matter.
'What do you remember?' Godric asked, again, very gently – not wanting to alarm the girl before him.
'Everything' she whispered, her eyes wide. 'I went to the fellowship church to look for you – to save you, but everything went wrong – Steve Newlin locked me up and then Gabe' She visibly shuddered' You saved me from him and then I drank your blood'
Godric nodded before asking 'Why did you come to save me?'
Godric couldn't believe it. His first child – Eric Northman had sent this innocent girl into the church to save me – someone who hadn't wanted to be saved – causing her to be hurt and have her life taken away from her. Godric stored that information – promising to visit his anger at Eric later.
'He sent you?'
'No' she shook her head. 'I was helping him on a professional capacity – we had a plan but it would have been dangerous for him. I went against the plan; you mean so much to him, I had to save you but I couldn't risk Eric getting hurt'
Godric nodded 'We will discuss this later. You need to eat. I should have gotten blood here for when you rose. I apologise'
She inwardly cursed Godric, blaming him for bringing her thirst to her attention once more. It was very painful and unpleasant sensation – right in the bottom of her stomach and her throat; torture.
She nodded at him.
'My house is very close by' he held out his hand to her which she took quickly. 'We will get you fed and then you are welcome to shower, I'm sure you would like to clean up'
And with that, they both began to run – vampire speed. The girl following Godric as he guided her towards a nearby home. It wasn't big or anything incredible to look at – in fact it was very modest and simple, but Sookie liked it, it reminded her of her small home in Bon Temps. They entered the kitchen together, Godric immediately dropping her hand and heading to a fridge, pulling out a donor bag and putting it in the microwave.
'Can I not just drink True Blood?' She asked as she took a seat in one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
'No' Godric replied simply as he turned the microwave on, the light, lighting up the contents. It admittedly looked delicious to the girl.
'You have only just been born. You need nourishment. Nourishment synthetic blood will not give you in anyway shape or form. You may drink that once you have had human blood, but you cannot drink it all the time'
She listened, but didn't respond, watching the blood in the microwave, spinning slowly round – calling for her. She wanted it badly, more than she had wanted anything in her life. Time was going teasingly slow, so slow in fact that she felt like if the microwave didn't 'ding' soon, she would rip it from the wall in frustration before ripping open the bag and allowing the first drop of blood to hit her tongue. She cried out as she felt her fangs 'click' into place, pain and discomfort flowing through her mouth – it wasn't pleasant but only encouraged her need for blood. The tools, her greatest possession right now wanted to be looked after and how could she deny it? Especially when the blood was right there – taunting her as it slowly heated.
Godric watched the newborn carefully, documenting her every mood, action and emotion she was presenting and showing through the bond, in his mind – wanting to ensure he could evaluate the vampire he had created. He could plan then – plan the best way to teach her and keep her in line while supplying her with her needs and above all protect her. He watched even closer as she leapt from her chair and 'vamped' to the microwave, ripping open the door and grabbing the donor bag, tearing it open and bringing it to her mouth. Within seconds, it was gone. She ran to refrigerator, opening it up and drinking another, not bothering to warm it this time. She needed blood and fast.
Her drinking was messy, Godric noticed but they could refine that at a later date. He knew he had to just let her drink and until she could get her hunger under control to some level before he tried to talk to her again – there was plenty of talking to be done.
In total she went through five donor bags before she stopped, making her way over to the kitchen table where Godric now sat and seated herself opposite him. 'Better?' he asked.
'Manageable' she replied. 'Everything's so confusing'
'I know my child, it will be for now but I will help as much as I can, I swear it' He looked sincere, making the girl feel slightly better.
She continued to watch Godric who seemed to be watching her equally as much. She wriggled awkwardly, unsure of what was happening to her now.
'What is wrong?' Godric asked.
She shook her head 'I don't know' She wriggled more, the feelings within her getting more intense. She had only felt this way before for one reason... Oh no, she cursed in her head.
Godric seemed to register the look of realisation and reached into the bond, which was being flooded, quite strongly although getting stronger every minute by the girls' arousal. 'It's okay' he whispered, reaching for her hand 'Its normal'
'How- how did you know?'
'We share a bond now my child, its within yourself. Maker and child; trying thinking of me' He told her.
She did as she was told and felt the connection immediately; she felt his worry, his concern and she knew he could feel is arousal but what struck her most was how much she suddenly felt towards him. The bond seemed to prod at her within – she felt the most strongest need to protect him. He was her maker – nothing would happen to him while she was alive. It was all too much, too strong for her and she found herself whimpering. One minute she was hungry, the next she was incredibly hungry and then all of the sudden she felt overly protective. The emotions were flooding around inside of her which didn't go unnoticed by her maker who reached for her chin and with one finger, brought her slumping head up so their eyes connected. 'Breathe'
'I don't need to'
'No you don't, but taking in the oxygen repeatedly will give you a few moments to gather your thoughts'
She breathed deeply, doing as her maker told her – breathing deeply, shocked at the sensation it brought her; the oxygen burning in her lungs. Godric had been correct – it did give her a few moments to gather her thoughts, pushing some away for now but leaving one in the fore front of her mind.
'I am unsure of how much you have been told as obviously you are mixing with vampires but in case you didn't know; feeding and sex go practically hand in hand for a vampire. The fact you are so new and have just had your first drink will cause the feeling to be much stronger.'
At his words she looked down, almost shyly, not being able to believe he was taking about her arousal so matter of factly. She had never been that kind of girl that could talk so openly about sex – it just didn't happen.
'There is no need to be shy around me' Godric reassure her 'It's okay'
It took her a few minutes after the words left his mouth before she looked up once more at him. 'I'm so...' she paused, wriggling '...Horny'
'Like I said, its natural'
'Will it happen to me every time I drink?'
'In the beginning, it's quite possible.' He replied honestly. 'Why don't you go have a shower? Possibly a cold one? Or if that fails, you could always take care of yourself if you understand me'
She looked at him in shock but understood clearly. She couldn't help but smile at her maker ever so slightly – he hadn't said it at all creepily or suggestively, but very worriedly and full of concern. He wanted to make sure she was okay; he didn't want her to suffer any pain and for that she felt a rush of gratitude which she could see he had felt through the bond because he smiled at her, silently, but as if in reply.
'The bathroom is up the stairs, first door on the left. I will lay some clothes outside the door for you. They will be mine though unfortunately – I hope that's okay?'
She nodded gratefully, wanting to clean herself and put on fresh, nice smelling clothes – maybe she would feel a bit better then?
As the warm jets hit her skin, the girl felt herself relax a little bit – it was a lovely sensation after feeling so dirty and as if she had been dragged through a hedge backwards – she noticed she looked like it to, having caught her reflection in a nearby mirror before she had gotten in the shower. Her once immaculate dress was now stained with blood – which she wasn't sure was completely all her own and dirt – it was practically black. Far past the point of salvage she reckoned which disappointed her quite a lot. It shocked her to realise as she stripped out of the dress that her body, apart from being dirty, was in perfect form – just how it was before she had been attacked – on the outside at least.
She washed her hair thoroughly, followed by her body – which she washed slowly, unintentionally heightening her arousal more. 'You could always take care of yourself if you understand what I mean?' Godrics words rung in her ears. She contemplated it, knowing that her and Godric had a lot to talk about and knowing that she wouldn't be able to focus if all she could think about was how turned on she was. With that, she decided to do it – to do something she had never done before in all her twenty-five years; pleasure herself.
She started at her breast, kneading both of them gently under their respective hands; moulding them and clenching them, sometimes rougher than others. Her nipples were undeniably hard, poking out under her fingers as she rubbed, tweaking one within her thumb and forefinger every now and again. She moaned blissfully, enjoying her administrations but getting more and more turned on by the second. She moved her hands down her body towards her most private area, deciding she was done teasing herself. She was feeling things she hadn't felt before and was enjoying every minute, every touch and every squeeze.
The girl gasped as she allowed her fingers to slip inside of her. Bracing herself against the wall, she began to slide them in and out of her, enjoying how wet she was in more ways than one. She moaned and groaned, speeding up gradually, wanting nothing more than her release. She began to palm her clit with her other hand, egging her orgasm on more and more. It felt so good. She got faster, increasing to the point where her vamp speed was beginning to kick in. She was climbing a mountain and at the top of it was her well deserved orgasm – waiting to be claimed. The peak was near, she knew it and she was right. From start to finish it had taken her only a few minutes to reach her ultimate goal and was soon screaming out in pleasure as she came all around her fingers; rolling her eyes into the back of head and shaking uncontrollably. She removed her fingers, enjoying the high and the glorious feelings she had evoked within herself.
It took a few minutes for the realisation of what just happened to sink in – she had just masturbated for the first time in her masters' shower while he was downstairs. She couldn't believe she had done it. She was disgusted with herself not only for what she had done but for the fact she wanted to do it again – repeatedly.
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