True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries Fan Fiction ❯ New Beginnings ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter 3
Godric begins walking to the door, but I just can't let him. He didn't do anything wrong.
"Y'all he was just protecting me," I say, pleadingly, as Godric begins walking to the door. With tears in my eyes, I turn to him, begging with my eyes for him not to go. He shakes his head subtly and continues walking.
"I turn myself in willingly," Godric tells the group of vampires at the door. They nod, but then their attention turns to me.
"You will bring the human, as well," says the woman. I recognize her from TV. I think her name is Nan. She gestures to me. Godric looks at, pained, as if he doesn't want me to come with him.
"Please, there is no reason to bring her. She was not involved in any way," Godric says, more desperately now.
"She will come," says Nan, her tone leaving no room for argument. Godric turns and reaches his hand out, gesturing for me to come along. I go to grab my bags, but Nan stops me and says that we have to leave right now. We walk down the hallway toward the elevators. On the ride down to the lobby, it is painfully quiet, with everyone looking straight ahead.
We reach the black SUV sitting outside the hotel, and once we get in, Nan turns to Godric and begins talking.
"This is a cluster fuck, Godric. You know that right? I come here to speak to Compton about the events of the weekend, and find a pile of goo in the fucking bedroom. This weekend has been a PR nightmare, and something needs to be done about. I amnotgoing to pay the price foryourindiscretion," she says scathingly to Godric.
"If that is why you have come to speak to me, why did you say I was arrested for Compton's murder? There is no proof," Godric says evenly, although I can hear the undercurrent of anger under his voice, making me think of the vampire that he used to be.
"You're not arrested for Compton's murder, you fucking dimwit, we just can't have you possibly running back to the Fellowship to kill yourself," Nan says, her voice dripping with disdain.
Godric growls, and slams Nan against the door of the sedan, his hand around her throat. "Listen here, you bitch," he says tightening the grip on her throat, "I am over 2000 years old. I deserve much more respect than you just gave me. I am trying to right my ways, but you are making that very difficult for me, in this moment. You will not speak another word to me, until you can address me with my due respect, or I will end you. Fuck your authority," he growls at the end, dangerously.
I sit, huddled in the corner of the seat, hoping that I do not become the outlet for anybody's aggression. I haven't seen Godric act this way in the days that we have been together, but then again, that hasn't been that long. He finally releases Nan, and she promptly straightens her suit out.
"Godric, you are not actually under arrest for the murder of William Compton. He was sleaze and nobody will miss him. We only said that so you would agree to come with us. We need to be sure that you will not pull another stunt like with the Fellowship, because if you are, wewillhave to put you under custody," Nan says, still dripping with sarcasm, but without the sneer.
"If that is the case, you can be rest assured that I am not going to do anything like that again. It was a moment of weakness, and I believed that I was helping the vampire community, when in reality I was just endangering it. So please, take Miss Stackhouse and myself back to the hotel so that we may return to Bon Temps," Godric says, still with the undercurrent of rage. His face is the coldest that I have ever seen it.
Nan nods her head, and tells the driver to return us to the hotel. We finally arrive back, and rush up to the room so we can gather our things and get on the road. Godric tells me that Eric is driving himself back to Shreveport, and Godric will head that direction when he gets me safely to my home, worried that Fellowship will seek retaliation for what happened.
On the road, Godric and I spend the first leg of the journey in comfortable silence, except for the sound of the radio—we luckily enjoy the same kind of music—classic rock and grunge. The song "Sympathy for the Devil" comes on the radio, and I nudge Godric, telling him that song reminds me of him. He chuckles.
"I guess I understand how that could remind you of me," he says smiling, looking at me briefly.
"Do you remember Jesus?" I ask him, curious. I mean, he must have.
"I was around during his time, and I remember the spread of his word, but I never met him personally. I was...with a Roman during the time of Jesus," he says carefully.
"Oh, well I want to hear your stories some time," I say cheerfully. "You must have some good ones."
He he chuckles again. "Yes, I guess you could call them interesting," he says. He looks at me and smiles again, grabbing my hand and rubbing small circles on it.
"Godric," I say, "who are the Authority? Why are they so important? And how did they know you killed Bill?" I ask, needing to understand what happened tonight.
"The Authority rule all vampires, even the kings and queens. They probably smelled me in the room, and just assumed that it was me. They will most likely to continue to hold it over my head and use it to blackmail me with. It is a great sin to kill another vampire," he says grimly.
"Then why would you threaten to kill one of the members of the Authority? I mean, she's always on TV. It would be bad to kill her."
"Yes, it would be bad to kill any member of the Authority, but none of them are older than I," he says confidently. "I could kill them all with a simple flick of my wrist. They would not dare challenge me."
I ponder what he says the rest of the way back to Bon Temps. I can't help but wonder about his past. I know that it was dark, and I don't want to push him to share, but I'm just so curious.
"Godric, would you mind if I ever wanted to know about your past? I'm just curious. I mean, I get that you did bad things, and you don't have to tell me about that stuff...oh god, I'm just rambling now. I'm sorry," I say blushing, realizing that maybe I shouldn't have asked him.
He glances at me and I see a smile playing on his lips. "Of course, I'll tell you anything you want to know. You may not like what I tell you, but I will if that is what you wish."
I nod my head, glad that he trusts me so much. Bill never told me much about his past, and it made me think that he didn't trust me enough to tell me. We pull up in front of my house soon after that conversation, and I realize that I am disappointed. I was enjoying the car ride. Godric gestures for me stay sitting, and he runs to my door at vampire speed to open it for me. He sticks his hand out with a little bow, dramatically, and helps me out of the car. I giggle, and start walking up to the front door.
When I reach it, I see Godric standing at the bottom of the steps. I feel awful, because I didn't realize that he wasn't behind me anymore.
"Oh, Godric, won't you please do me the honor of gracing my home with your presence?" I ask him just as dramatically as when he helped me out of the car. He walks slowly up the stairs, and then he has me pushed against the wall of the house. He is kissing me more passionately than anyone ever has before. He walks me into the house, still kissing me. We end up on the couch, with him hovering over me. He bends down and rips my shirt open, exposing my breasts. He looks at them hungrily, and then takes one nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking on the small bud before switching to the other one. His hand start to head toward my center, and when he reaches it, he finds that I am ready for him. He inserts one, and then two fingers, and almost immediately finds that spot deep within me that sends me careening over the edge of bliss.
Before I am even finished coming, he plunges in to me hard, and fast. This time isn't nearly as sweet as the first time, but I'm not complaining one bit. He flips me over so that I am on my hands and knees, and he continues to plunge into me from behind, pulling my hair lightly as he does so. I come a second time, and I feel his body begin to go rigid, with his impending orgasm. As he comes, he bites into my neck and drink deeply, letting out a roar as he does so. He collapses on top of me, before rolling to his side, pulling me with him.
The next thing I remember is him carrying me to my bedroom and tucking me into bed, before letting sleep take me again.