ooc - Me will be away
For a week only. Don’t you guys miss me too much.
It’s hopefully going to be good. My mom and her cousin already got in a huge fight like every time we’re on vacation together
and I wasn’t there to see it.
So, I will be back next Saturday. Maybe I can sneak on tonight or in the morning some, when Eva is sleeping or I’ll just put her on the Laptop and say: GO DO SOMETHING! I NEED TO RP!
So, I will return.
Until then, don’t have too much fun without me :P
Sorry, not very creative. But seriously, what else am I gonna ask you? I mean, it’s a legit concern for humans, getting their blood sucked or something…
I understand. You must have had bad experiences with the young ones of my kind. They tend to drain humans simply because they can. I however have long since outgrown this behaviour.
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Uh, heya, man. I’m…Chuck, don’t think I’ve seen you ‘round here before?
Hello Chuck, it is pleasure. My name is Godric.
A different kind of history | Godric, Eric and Sam
The air outside was thick and crisp, burnt sienna flavored and dry like sandpaper as Eric worked from lamplight on his newest drawings. Children, three of them, all looking similarly to himself. He wondered if they were his children, or relatives, or even just random little kids. The mind doesn’t, can’t, invent anything new, can it? It just recycles parts from everything you’ve ever seen. If he didn’t ever see them before, and he didn’t think he had, then he didn’t… think he should know them. He was remembering finite details about their faces, how blonde curls feel upon the cheeks of the little girl and the flick of the eyes of the eldest boy, and the infant, with seafoam green eyes that swirled about in titanic waves. In Eric’s experience, the mind, which is where these things come from, shouldn’t be able to make up anything that wasn’t there to start with. It didn’t enter it from experience, from the real world. The imagination can’t create anything new, can it? It only recycles bits and pieces from the world and reassembles them into visions.
When we think we’ve escaped, the unbearable ordinariness and, well… untruthfulness of our lives, it’s really only the same old ordinary and falseness rearranged into the appearance of novelty and… truth.
Nothing unknown is knowable.
And isn’t it depressing? The limitations of the imagination? The world: finite. Terribly, terribly…
And that’s when his attention was drawn away from the papers scattered about in front of him because of the voices billowing outside. He recognized Sam’s, so he set his pencil down and and sat up on the bed, waiting for them to come inside. He wanted to get up and kiss his love, but, even while he was smiling, there was a somber look on his face, and Eric couldn’t help but cock his head to the side inquisitively at the implications of Sam’s speech. Before? Before what? His memory loss?
And then the vampire, Godric, stepped inside and Eric’s eyes went wide with shock, fearful and frightened as he tried to scoot farther away onto the bed. It was one thing dreaming about someone, seeing their face and not knowing if they were real, drawing pictures of them because it was the only thing you knew, crying over their death because you couldn’t save them… it was another thing seeing them in the flesh, real life, animated flesh and bone with delicate features painted across a perfect canvas. Godric. Alive, and healthy (or as healthy as a vampire could be considering). He couldn’t help but be in awe. How was it that this was possible? The only things Sam had told him of Godric were that he died, that in his dream, the rooftop was real, that Godric had met the sun willingly and took himself out of the world because of an incurable unhappiness that not even Eric could remedy.
He stood off the bed, jaw still drop and eyes saucer wide as he takes tentative steps toward the other man. I’m sorry? For what? Eric should have said that outloud but he honestly couldn’t say anything. His throat felt like shattered glass and his heart was racing a million miles a second. He almost couldn’t breathe until he found purchase on the ground, raising his hand to touch Godric’s cheek, fingertips dancing across the skin. It felt… surreal. Like he’d known Godric his entire life, since forever, since the dawn of time. He felt it flourish in his heart, a different kind of love, one that was as innate within him as his personality was.
Whomever he was, Eric remembered.
“Eric..?” Sam’s voice was quiet but tinged with worry as he watched the fright sheen over Eric’s face, saw the nervous movement. But then, just as before, as had happened with Sookie, another of those sketched faces, there was a sudden recognition. Something flashing back to life in Eric’s memory, he knew. He could see the fear give way to awe, heard his heart pick up, beginning to race as he approached the smaller vampire.
Something twisted in Sam’s gut as he watch Eric’s reaction. When he’d opened his eyes and seen Sam, he’d panicked and tried to run. There had been nothing there… But the drawings, the faces of the people he used to know, down to the most minute detail, they were all turning up out of the blue and he knew them. Them… Not him. He swallowed hard as Eric’s fingers danced over Godric’s face, seeing the love, the tenderness he obviously felt for the other, and he had to wonder, had Eric been with his maker, the way Sam was with him…?
He looked away, staring intently at the floor, feeling suddenly like he was intruding in his own home… Well… Temporary home, at least until he could rebuild the cabin. Something he’d already made a start on, or, at least trying to gather some supplies anyway. Though the thought of that was about as far away from his head as he could get at the moment. He risked another quick glance at the two, the adoration in Godric’s eyes was as intense as it was in Eric’s and Sam could feel his flesh start to crawl. Something innate, something ugly and possessive rearing it’s head and there was the smallest sound as a low growl, a grunt of frustration slipped from his lips.
It was more than likely that Godric could take Sam apart faster then he could blink, but right now, he really didn’t care. Eric had looked after Sam for the last ten months, and Sam had returned the favour to the best of his ability… But now. Now. Eric was human and it was Sam’s job to protect him… No… More than that… He felt something that he never thought he’d feel towards another person before… Eric was his.
Seeing Eric crawl away from him, fear written clearly across his face, made Godric’s heart almost shatter. He looked so much like a child, so vulnerable, so frightened. But as soon as Godric felt able to react it was gone and curiosity took its place.
The viking got up and came closer, his fast heartbeat drumming in Godric’s ears.
Those fingers on his face… so warm and gentle, the touch foreign yet so familiar. Instinctively he leaned into it, eyes shutting just for a second. As he opened them again they were so full of love, love for his child. His Eric.
As soon as his name fell from Eric’s lips, Godric reached up also, stroking his child’s cheek tenderly with one finger before he let his hand fall again.
"Yes. Hello, Eric", he whispered, not able to look away from the perfect face before him.
But this moment was distracted by a growl that was so quiet, that Eric would not have heard it. Sam was growling at him?
Instantly his fangs itched to drop, something in him roaring with rage. Did this baby vampire just growl at him, trying to show his possession over Eric? No. For a second his eyes narrowed, the slightest hint of the monster that lay hidden beneath visible. Godric wanted to turn and rip Sam apart, because no one took Eric from him. Not after everything he had done to be with him again.
Just a moment later he breathed in deeply, reaching up again to plant a hand on Eric’s cheek.
"I am sorry for leaving you alone. For not being here. It is inexcusable", he whispered in Swedish, purposely trying to keep Sam out of this. Godric didn’t know if Eric remembered his mother tongue, yet he was hoping for it. Hoping that there still was something that he and Eric shared that Sam couldn’t.
Was he now being possessive? Yes. Eric belonged with him and no newborn vampire could take his viking away. Especially not now that Eric was human. Sam couldn’t protect him the way Godric could. He would never be able to.
He was aware that getting on the wrong side of Sam was something he should not be doing. So without taking his hand away from Eric’s face he turned his head slightly, looking at Sam.
"Thank you for keeping him safe, Sam", he said, before returning his attention back to Eric.
Great. So what are you then? Demon? Angel?
Vampire, my dear.
A different kind of history | Godric, Eric and Sam
As Godric stopped, Sam tensed, wondering what was going to happen next. Honestly he had no clue. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if his head ended up rolling across the floor in about three seconds flat. The tales Eric had told of Godric, had painted this ‘boy’ as a bloodthirsty killer, only finding some kind of humanity after well over a thousand years of slaughter. He only hoped this was the Godric who’d returned from Purgatory - the peacemaker, the just. Not the one who would rip his head from his shoulers as soon as think about it. Violence seemed to be off the menu though, well, for now at least. And he was thankful for it. Shoulders sagging slightly he gave what amounted to a small, rather helpless nod. ”I know. But then most people thought the existence of angels and demons was impossible too and… Well…” He gave a slight shrug. The apocalypse itself was testament to that.
“He has no memory of anything before that night. He doesn’t remember being a vampire. Sometimes he mentions names, or places, but when I ask him about them, they’re gone again. He drew you, I think… He… Draws a lot. Maybe things buried in his memory. He drew Sookie. You… You know Sookie, right? She’s at the camp too. Mostly… He spends time in his garden, or trying to make friends with people. They’re… Well, they’re dealing with it okay, as is he I guess. I mean, they knew him before, you know? It’s just taking some getting used to.”
Sam realised he was rambling. Nervous? Yep. And right now he had every right to be. A soft sigh left his mouth and Sam nodded again, making tracks towards the front gate in silence now, waving down the guards, their guns, as they passed into the compound itself. His nose wrinkled as he walked past the burnt out shell of his cabin, making his way to the slightly more run down one near the back of the lot. It needed patching up, and Sam hadn’t had a chance yet. But there was the soft glow of a lantern in the window, which meant Eric was still awake.
Taking a couple of steps to the door, he pushed it open, smiling at ex-vampire himself. ”Hey, love… Someone to see you. Someone you knew from… Uh… Before…” He scratched his head then stepped fully into the cabin, not really prepared for what could come next - not that he had a clue what that would be. Looking over his shoulder, he gave another apologetic smile, “Godric, come in. Please.” And there it was… An invitation to Eric’s maker. And perhaps a step into the past…
Godric started walking again as soon as Sam did, pondering in silence over the things Sam had just told him. Well, drawing was good, yes? As far as he could remember, Eric had always liked to draw. And if that didn’t change, maybe that meant that he wasn’t as gone as Sam might believe him to be.
His gaze flickered over the guards and then they were inside. It was… different in here. Somehow the constant danger and fear wasn’t as present here as it was on the outside, something Godric appreciated very much. His eyes were gliding over things - cabins, humans, supplies - and hung a while on the burned cabin. It smelled weird in here, but also very, very tempting. Godric hadn’t fed in a while, since all the humans he had come across were infected. And after trying that blood once, Godric knew not to drink from them.
They were heading for a cabin and Godric could tell that Eric was in there. The smell got thicker, a smell he had not encountered in over a thousand years. Yes, Eric was human. As human as he had been as Godric found him. Vulnerable.
That thought scared him to no end, because Eric was the one thing he could not afford to lose. He had gone through so much trouble to find him, so much agony, and now this?
Sam invited him in and Godric followed him, not quite certain what he should expect.
But it really wasn’t anything he could have prepared for. His gaze fell upon Eric and automatically a smile was on his lips. His viking.
"Child", he breathed, hesitating. He wanted to step forward. Godric wanted to touch him and make sure it was real, he was real. That this was in fact Eric. But he could smell him. And hear his heartbeat.
"I am sorry."
Godric didn’t even know what he was apologizing for. Everything and nothing. Not being there, leaving him, taking so long to get back and find him. And now this. In a way, Godric felt like this was his fault.
The Unforgiven | Dean&Godric
They had told him to go and see Dean Winchester if he wanted to stay. Did he really want to stay? Well, he certainly would not leave either. Eric was here. And after his journey through the destroyed and infected landscape with only one goal in mind, he couldn’t just leave.
So, he did have to talk to the leader of this camp, Dean Winchester. From what Godric had been able to gather, the hunter did not seem to be a friend of the fang. Godric couldn’t really blame him. Being a human and having to deal with vampires couldn’t be easy. At least in his time it had not been.
Sighing Godric stood in front of the camp, waiting. Yes, he could just stroll up to the gate, get inside and talk to Dean but that wasn’t really high on his list. Simply because the camp was protected. Godric had no intention of turning his body into a mess of goo after going through so much trouble to get it back.
And that’s why he waited. The smell of humans was strong and even though Godric had not feed in weeks if not months, he was still good. His restraint was tugging at him a little but keeping his instincts in check was something he had gotten quite good at.
A new smell invaded his nose. Hm… he did smell like Sam. And Adam. But different. The vampire straightened up and turned around, facing towards the way from which the smell originated.
Oh ok… Uhh yeah that might be it… There’s probably other reasons as well though..
What would be the other reasons, Adam?
*nods* Right, it’s alright. I understand.
That’s lovely. Completely fantastic.
You’re not going to eat me or anything are you?
If I wanted to I would have done it by now. So, no.