Fight on Undaunted: Chapter Twenty
Summary: With the threat of Sophie-Anne and the Authority still hovering, Eric hadn't worried about Russell's warning. When Godric is mysteriously resurrected, he realises that maybe he should have. Set post S3.
Pairing: Godric/ Eric.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Angst, slash, bloodplay, violence, torture. If you're mature enough to watch True Blood, I think you'll be fine reading this.
Disclaimer: True Blood belongs to Alan Ball and the SVM books belong to Charlaine Harris. Only the original characters are mine.
Someone was nuzzling his neck, coaxing him awake with gentle licks and kisses. Though Eric would never admit it, it was a sensation he enjoyed tremendously and it was not one that occurred often. He never went to sleep beside a human lover; that was just plain stupid. During the very, very, very brief period when he and Pam had been lovers had been the last time.
Not that she'd been overly affectionate. Besides, Pam's idea of waking him up was to kick him out of bed so that his skull hit the floor.
Eric pretended to be asleep just so he could enjoy the nuzzling a little longer. He and Godric had spent the entire night in bed. Lazy moments with soft, gentle kisses had quickly become fiercer, hungrier. Affectionate touches became infused with desire and soon they found themselves gasping and shuddering. Bites healed over quickly, only to be reopened as they sank their fangs into each other as they came, each time more intense than the last.
In-between their lovemaking, they would rest against each other. Eric could feel the passing minutes during the brief interludes, and he trembled, not in lust, but fear, knowing what was to come. Then Godric would look at him, smile, and kiss him.
The nuzzling stopped. Eric drew a breath and reluctantly opened his eyes. A pair of solemn grey eyes looked straight into his.
It was half an hour before dawn.
They sat on a picnic table in a park near Eric's house, their feet resting on the dirty seat benches.
The park was scattered with trees, and in the middle, shrubby bushes formed a small maze simple enough for young children to solve. There was a gazebo, a few swings, a battered slide, a seesaw, and several animals on springs that bobbed back and forth. Benches and tables, covered in graffiti, were set in the more picturesque spots, designed for picnics, but mostly used by teens hanging around late at night. But at this hour, they were alone.
Godric had his eyes closed, resting his head against Eric's shoulder. Eric stared at his feet, trying to distract himself by reading the graffiti scrawled into the wood there.
KATIE LUVS MIKE 4EVA. REECE 4 JULIA MISSY. RYAN + JULIA. RYAN SUX COCKS.
Scorned for a girl called Missy by Reece, rejected by Ryan. Evidently, this Julia didn't have much luck with her men. Perhaps she should ask Katie for advice. But thinking about her plight didn't work. The stars were fading rapidly as the sky lightened.
I can't accept this. It's insanity!
Our existence is insanity. We don't belong here.
But we are here!
It's not right. We're not right.
You taught me there was no right or wrong. Only survival or death!
I told a lie, as it turns out.
I will keep you alive by force!
Even if you could, why would you be so cruel?
Godric, don't do it.
There are centuries of faith and love between us.
Please, please... Please Godric!
Father... brother... child. Let me go.
I won't let you die alone.
Yes, you will. As your Maker, I command you.
A bird woke, chirruping sleepily at first, but quickly it became louder. Eric glanced up, scanning the treetops for the source of the noise. Beside him Godric stirred, lifting his head off Eric's shoulder and Eric instantly missed the weight.
Eric squeezed Godric's icy hand and Godric squeezed back as he slid off the table. Now they were open, Godric's eyes were drawn east towards the rising sun, the pale light reflecting in the grey depths.
The sky grew brighter.
Now standing, Godric was slightly taller than Eric, who remained on the table. He tilted Eric's chin up to look him in the eye. "Do you remember what I promised?"
As he spoke, Eric could feel Godric's immense peace. It filled him with such calm joy that he wondered how he could have wept last time.
“I am always with you, my Child.” His Maker kissed him, soft and tender. "Never forget it."
The few clouds in the sky were pink and orange.
Daylight began to prick at his skin and Eric flinched at the pain. He would stay this time, but underground. He got up and went over to a hole he'd dug earlier for himself.
After he’d mostly covered himself, Godric knelt down beside him. There was smoke rising from their skin. Godric touched Eric's face, his fingers running down Eric's cheek to rest on his lips, grey eyes gazed into blue. He smiled and Eric smiled back.
"Always and forever," Godric whispered. He kissed him, a final time, and Eric felt the centuries of their love in the kiss. Nothing else mattered but that. Eric lay down.
Not caring that his fingers would burn away, Eric pushed his hand up through the dirt. Godric twined his fingers with Eric's.
The sun rose.
A few seconds later, their fingers dissolved together in the morning sunlight. Godric's ashes mingled with the ashes of Eric's fingers before they disappeared in the breeze.
Pairing: Godric/ Eric.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Angst, slash, bloodplay, violence, torture. If you're mature enough to watch True Blood, I think you'll be fine reading this.
Disclaimer: True Blood belongs to Alan Ball and the SVM books belong to Charlaine Harris. Only the original characters are mine.
Someone was nuzzling his neck, coaxing him awake with gentle licks and kisses. Though Eric would never admit it, it was a sensation he enjoyed tremendously and it was not one that occurred often. He never went to sleep beside a human lover; that was just plain stupid. During the very, very, very brief period when he and Pam had been lovers had been the last time.
Not that she'd been overly affectionate. Besides, Pam's idea of waking him up was to kick him out of bed so that his skull hit the floor.
Eric pretended to be asleep just so he could enjoy the nuzzling a little longer. He and Godric had spent the entire night in bed. Lazy moments with soft, gentle kisses had quickly become fiercer, hungrier. Affectionate touches became infused with desire and soon they found themselves gasping and shuddering. Bites healed over quickly, only to be reopened as they sank their fangs into each other as they came, each time more intense than the last.
In-between their lovemaking, they would rest against each other. Eric could feel the passing minutes during the brief interludes, and he trembled, not in lust, but fear, knowing what was to come. Then Godric would look at him, smile, and kiss him.
The nuzzling stopped. Eric drew a breath and reluctantly opened his eyes. A pair of solemn grey eyes looked straight into his.
It was half an hour before dawn.
They sat on a picnic table in a park near Eric's house, their feet resting on the dirty seat benches.
The park was scattered with trees, and in the middle, shrubby bushes formed a small maze simple enough for young children to solve. There was a gazebo, a few swings, a battered slide, a seesaw, and several animals on springs that bobbed back and forth. Benches and tables, covered in graffiti, were set in the more picturesque spots, designed for picnics, but mostly used by teens hanging around late at night. But at this hour, they were alone.
Godric had his eyes closed, resting his head against Eric's shoulder. Eric stared at his feet, trying to distract himself by reading the graffiti scrawled into the wood there.
KATIE LUVS MIKE 4EVA. REECE 4 JULIA MISSY. RYAN + JULIA. RYAN SUX COCKS.
Scorned for a girl called Missy by Reece, rejected by Ryan. Evidently, this Julia didn't have much luck with her men. Perhaps she should ask Katie for advice. But thinking about her plight didn't work. The stars were fading rapidly as the sky lightened.
I can't accept this. It's insanity!
Our existence is insanity. We don't belong here.
But we are here!
It's not right. We're not right.
You taught me there was no right or wrong. Only survival or death!
I told a lie, as it turns out.
I will keep you alive by force!
Even if you could, why would you be so cruel?
Godric, don't do it.
There are centuries of faith and love between us.
Please, please... Please Godric!
Father... brother... child. Let me go.
I won't let you die alone.
Yes, you will. As your Maker, I command you.
A bird woke, chirruping sleepily at first, but quickly it became louder. Eric glanced up, scanning the treetops for the source of the noise. Beside him Godric stirred, lifting his head off Eric's shoulder and Eric instantly missed the weight.
Eric squeezed Godric's icy hand and Godric squeezed back as he slid off the table. Now they were open, Godric's eyes were drawn east towards the rising sun, the pale light reflecting in the grey depths.
The sky grew brighter.
Now standing, Godric was slightly taller than Eric, who remained on the table. He tilted Eric's chin up to look him in the eye. "Do you remember what I promised?"
As he spoke, Eric could feel Godric's immense peace. It filled him with such calm joy that he wondered how he could have wept last time.
“I am always with you, my Child.” His Maker kissed him, soft and tender. "Never forget it."
The few clouds in the sky were pink and orange.
Daylight began to prick at his skin and Eric flinched at the pain. He would stay this time, but underground. He got up and went over to a hole he'd dug earlier for himself.
After he’d mostly covered himself, Godric knelt down beside him. There was smoke rising from their skin. Godric touched Eric's face, his fingers running down Eric's cheek to rest on his lips, grey eyes gazed into blue. He smiled and Eric smiled back.
"Always and forever," Godric whispered. He kissed him, a final time, and Eric felt the centuries of their love in the kiss. Nothing else mattered but that. Eric lay down.
Not caring that his fingers would burn away, Eric pushed his hand up through the dirt. Godric twined his fingers with Eric's.
The sun rose.
A few seconds later, their fingers dissolved together in the morning sunlight. Godric's ashes mingled with the ashes of Eric's fingers before they disappeared in the breeze.