Sickle Moon Part 2, a Jason/Godric/Eric Fan fic
Author's note: This is constructed to follow Sickle Moon, Part 1, although whether you read Part 1 is up to you. This is only mildly slashy, setting up for Chapter 3... please see my second note at the end.
Jason Stackhouse was sick of goddamn vampires, that much he knew for sure. He’d made his peace with Sookie’s dating one, and he’d redeemed himself (more or less) with the Dallas vampires and the local vampire sheriff, or whatever the hell he called himself, about dealing V. And that whole mess with Amy and vampire Eddie, which he put back out of his mind as quick as it jumped in there. Jason wasn’t entirely sure they couldn’t read his thoughts, and then what would happen? They gave him the creeps. He liked V all right, although he wasn’t going down that road again after Eric's warning, but fangbangers? That just seemed wrong.
And now here he was, standing on the doorstep of the Dallas vampire called Godric, who for some reason wanted to see his sister. And he knew Eric was leaning on Sookie to come on out here again, but she didn’t want to come. She wouldn’t talk to Jason about it, but he’d put two and two together. He’d realized it was past time for him to make up to Sookie for what a jerk he’d been about Bill, and the house, and … well, whatever else he’d been a jerk about. Jason figured since Godric said he was welcome any time, he’d take up his case with the guy who appeared to be at the top.
The group of vampires had moved to a whole new house in a whole new neighborhood since the bombing, as Jason had found out when he’d phoned. There was probably some kind of security going on, although he didn’t know what it was. Whatever it was, they were discreet as hell about it. It just seemed like a nice, fancy boring-ass Dallas suburb. Jason looked around, waiting for the door to open. Vampires sure liked nice cars.
“Hello?” A voice answered, thin and metallic. Jason glanced around. There must be some sort of intercom system. He leaned over and spoke into the little box the voice was coming from.
“Uh, hello? Hello … uh, this is Jason. Jason Stackhouse. I told Godric I was coming here tonight?”
“Just a minute.” There was a pause, and a faint click. The door opened, and Jason found himself facing an enormous man he didn’t recognize.
“Come in.” The man held the door for him. He looked like he could whip an entire bar in a fight. Jason stepped inside. The room was warmer than he expected, and the lights were dim.
“If you don’t mind… I need to pat you down. Security. No offense.”
Jason eyed him and wondered what would happen if he said he did mind. He had nothing to hide, though, and he wasn’t there to make trouble. After what the Dallas vampires had been through recently, he could hardly blame them if they wanted to check for bombs, random stakes, or anything else.
“Sure, sure, go ahead.” Jason smiled at him and stuck his arms out to the side. The man (vampire? What was he anyway? Jason wondered) patted him down slowly just like he’d seen on the TV, starting at his shoulders and working his way down. His hands were the size of oven mitts, and a hell of a lot harder.
“Come this way. He’s in here.” They walked down a hall, turned right, and entered a room at the end of the second hallway. This room was cooler, and even darker.
Jason looked around. The security guy had made himself scarce; maybe Godric would be along in a minute?
“Jason Stackhouse?” Jason jumped. Godric was standing right behind him. He hadn’t heard a sound.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Godric said, sounding genuinely apologetic. “Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?”
Jason wondered what was on offer - do vampires keep Miller in the fridge? He decided to play it safe and get down to business.
“Uh, no, no thanks. I’m good.” He found himself grinning at Godric like an idiot for no good reason at all. Calm down, he thought to himself. You’re not doing anything wrong. Hey, he said to come back anytime!
Godric did that weird vampire non-walking thing where there was a blur and then he was across the room, sitting in a chair, almost like magic. It must be cool to be able to move that fast. Godric sat very still, watching Jason as he stood inside the door where he'd first stopped. How to begin?
“Right,” Jason said. “Well. First off, I’m real sorry about the … about the bomb thing. And I’m glad everybody - well, most everybody - was okay. You’re okay, right? You … you look okay. It looks like you’re all settled in here.” Godric said nothing, his face impassive, waiting.
“Anyhow, when I was here - that night - you said I’d be welcome back. And so I’m here.” Damn, he’d practiced this, where the hell was his forcefulness now that he needed it? He made his voice stronger.
“I’m here because of Sookie. Now, I want you to know that Sookie didn’t say one word to me about - well, about whatever it is you want. Just in case it’s a secret, I want you to know she didn’t tell me nothing. Thing is, she’s made it clear - I heard her make it clear to that Eric guy that she didn’t want to come here. He's been bugging her about it, I overheard her talkin’ to him. I’d stopped by her house. She didn’t even know I was there.” No reaction. Did that guy ever blink? Jason stumbled on.
“So I was kind of hoping, since I helped you out in the church, if I could ask a favor? I was hoping you could let her off the hook for whatever you’re wantin’ her to do. Because she really needs to work to make money, and she sure isn’t in a hurry to get back down here. Her and Bill are kind of on the outs right now anyway.” Godric raised his eyebrows slightly at that. Jason wondered briefly whether he should have kept that detail to himself.
“Come here, please,” Godric said. “Sit down.” Godric gestured slowly to a chair near where he was sitting, his voice soft and gentle. It was hard to believe he could hurt a fly, especially the way he'd acted at the church, and at his house afterward - all the crazy shit that went down that night. Jason wondered if he was some kind of vampire peace freak. However their vampire empire worked, Jason thought, clearly it must not be the strongest vampire at the top. Godric looked like one of those muscled up boys on the cover of a fag magazine. Although even Eric deferred to Godric, and something about Eric scared the shit out of Jason, so maybe there was something more to Godric after all?
“You came here to talk to me about Sookie?” Godric was smiling a little. He had a weird accent. Jason thought about asking where he was from, then thought better of it. He had no idea what a vampire considered nosy.
“Yeah, to ask you if she could skip coming here. Maybe she could work for you long distance? Or over the phone or something. I’m pretty sure you’re in charge here, right?”
“Yes, I’m in charge. That’s very thoughtful of you. You must care about your sister.”
“Well, I do, of course. I’m all the family she’s got. I’m the man. I’ve got to look after her.”
Godric seemed to be considering that. “Your parents are dead?”
“Yeah. And my gran. She got murdered last year. Sookie was pretty shook up about it.” Jason wasn’t stupid. He’d play any cards he had. Maybe Godric would feel sorry for them.
“That’s terrible. I’m sorry to hear about it.” He did sound sorry. Maybe vampires weren’t so different from humans after all. And Jason wasn’t immune to the effect he had on other people, particularly women. This guy definitely liked him. He could tell.
“So, I am wondering, Jason. Can you hear others’ thoughts as your sister can?” Jason paused, flummoxed. These were deep waters. They knew about that? Damn.
“Um, no. No, I can’t.” Is that why they wanted her? Was she some sort of spy?
“Is there anything else special about you? That you’re aware of?” Now that was a weird question. Jason knew there were all sorts of special things about himself, but not any this guy was likely to be interested in, seeing as how neither of them was a woman...
“Nope. Not really.” Jason flashed him a million-dollar grin. Godric had the prettiest eyes, and his skin glowed, kind of. And his mouth was curvy. Too bad he wasn’t a woman, because Jason could pretty much guarantee he’d have left Godric's house that night with whatever he wanted, including a good fuck. Jason forced his mind back to business. “But depending on what you want with Sookie, if you just need to make sure you’ve got a loyal human to do some kind of human stuff for you, maybe I could do it instead.” He thought his offer sounded firm. Man to man, so to speak.
Godric smiled at him; he seemed to be thinking it over. “Well, then,” Godric said softly, as he faced Jason and leaned slightly toward him. Did he want to whisper something? Jason automatically leaned in himself.
Godric’s gaze was steady, his eyes unblinking. The room was so still. There was a clock ticking somewhere…. What was happening? Jason had the queerest feeling in the pit of his stomach. His head swam. His brain sounded some faint alarm, but his body didn’t seem to be responding to it. His legs felt heavy.
“It’s all right. There is nothing to fear. You are safe.” Godric’s voice - was that Godric’s voice? It sounded deeper. Richer. Jason relaxed his shoulders. Everything was going to be fine, he could feel it in his bones..
The clock on the mantel ticked. There was a slight breeze in the room. Jason sat as still as stone, his face calm, staring at the wall across the room.
Eric came in. Godric glanced up at the doorway, greeting him with a warm smile.
“Eric. Thank you for visiting me on such short notice. Guess who has come to see me?”
Eric stared at Jason across the room for a long moment. Jason hadn’t moved.
“What does he want?” Eric asked.
“He has offered to take Sookie’s place for … whatever ‘human stuff’ I wanted from Sookie, as he put it.” Godric tilted his head toward Jason, his eyes moving briefly over Jason’s body. Godric’s smile deepened as his gaze drifted back to Eric. “It’s certainly something to consider, isn’t it?”
Author's note: ****************** Okay, okay, I'm a cocktease. Stay tuned.... it's a little bit hot, though, isn't it, just thinking about the possibilities? What do you think they should do with Jason?