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This season finale just sucked in so many ways that is impossible to say it in .. But his tears from Godric, for Nora and the gulp he did just before he .. I agree with you Eric and Sookie's relationship is so much more than sex. Like Gran for Sookie, Godric would serve as Eric's moral compass in later also reinforces the longstanding and intricate relationships centuries-old into a skinwalker (by accidentally killing his mother) and let his old ways. Rid of the intrusive humans, Godric tells the dying Eric of his status outside their world and outside his relationship with Godric. QUOTES.
That is a rare quality in humans. Ep To Sookie: I never lost hope. A vampire or a politician. I always knew you were alive, and if I owned the house, I would own you.
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Must be fairy Sookie talking. I like when she comes out. You all looking for a dead body? Come, play with me. I'll just kill all the sea monsters. Feel the heat on my skin. Never see the daylight in your hair. Eric's first encounter with Sookie, Episode Eric agrees to let a female tourist take his picture.
Then afterwards, Long Shadow crushes her camera phone, Eric tells her he did not say she could keep it. Episode When Eric made himself at home, having a leisurely soak in Bill's bathtub, Episode In Merlotte's when he moves vampire fast over to one of the rednecks who torched Liam, Malcolm and Diane, and asks, "what happened to your arm, huh? The arm porn scene.
Watching Lafayette hump his furniture, after Eric healed him with his blood. Eric getting pissy with the Dallas vamps. When Eric and Isabel are outside the Fellowship talking. The scene where Godric turns a morally wounded Eric. When Eric asks Lafayette, "Is there blood in my hair? The scene where Eric grabs Bill by the arm at Godric's home, and they have a bit of a stand off.
Though she appeared brave and fearless—humans did not cope well with immortals such as vampires—he knew that from personal experience. He had always thought no more of humans than animals.
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But when he saw the slight rising and falling of her chest and the softness of her skin, he came to appreciate mortality and humanity as he never had before. She treaded lightly, her feet barely audible as she slid over the forest floor.
He found himself enthralled by her fluid gestures and moves—thus becoming careless, and far less observant than he would have been otherwise. A heavy hand landed upon his shoulder and he froze momentarily, before he sensed his progeny's presence. There is nothing left for us here. He wished not to be reprimanded by one he had created—Eric should know not to question his thoughts and actions.
If you wish to claim her, you must do so now. The people believed in many Gods and legends—making them more susceptible for mind-altering and manipulation. I suppose you would be pleased to see the North Sea again.
Home was a rather evasive concept for a vampire—though there was nothing they desired more. This one is mine. I shall meet you back at the caves—we should go to ground early today. Moments later, a bloodcurdling scream broke upon his ear—unlocking a sense of fear in him he did not even know existed. He flashed between the trees without further thought, breaking upon a clearing—a clearing where he was met with a sight that terrified and enraged him far more than anything he had ever seen before.
Another vampire—a man with dark, wavy brown hair and a slightly crazed look—had grabbed hold of the woman—his woman—and sunk his fangs deep into her throat, tearing the skin far more and deeper than necessary.
It was a bite meant to hurt and maim—not only to feed. For a split-second, his gaze locked with hers, and he cringed at the pure and undiluted fear that shone in those bright blue orbs—and he no longer felt any sort of conscious thought as he burst forward, ripping the other vampire from her frail body, throwing him back at least thirty feet.
He ignored the gasp of pain that fell from her lips as she fell to the ground, her legs no longer strong enough to support her weight, and redirected his attention to the other vampire, who had slowly gotten back to his feet, his face twisted into an angry sneer, blood smeared on his lips and chin. She is not yours to touch. There were not many vampires that would dare to challenge him—killing his Maker had gained him a lot of attention and the necessary respect in the vampire community—he was banking on that respect, that sense of fear, to keep the vampire at bay.
He could tell this was an old vampire, possibly older than he was, but the claim he had just issued was binding. Another was vampire was simply forbidden to touch another vampire's human once she or he had been claimed. The vampire laughed and shook his head.
She will be mine. You cannot protect her forever. The situation did naught but baffle Godric—but a loud, shuddering sob distracted him from his thoughts. He turned to find the girl—his obsession—crawled back as far as she could, her back pressed against a tree, her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees and tears streaking down her cheeks.
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Her breath was coming out in short, fast pants and he felt a pang of sorrow at her obvious distress. To all the Gods, he loathed seeing her in such pain. He would give anything to see her smile once again—that sweet, innocent, heartbreakingly beautiful smile that was permanently seared into his mind.
He contemplated his next course of action—he was not entirely sure how to handle humans with their human… emotions… and … stuff. He shook his head once again and simply decided to attempt to talk to her—to show her not to fear him. I will not hurt you. He closed his eyes in desperation for a moment, attempting desperately to regroup his thoughts—he knew eye contact would be vital if he were to calm her down.
Her heart was beating far too fast—her breaths were shallow and uneven, and he was certain it could not be healthy. He slowly prepared himself to touch her—somehow, touching her seemed to cross an invisible, yet oh-so-important line—and cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look up at him. He ignored the chills that ran down his spine as he took in the sight of her big blue eyes filled with tears and a gleam of something he couldn't quite identify.
Her breathing was still hard and fast, and he could hear her heart thrumming through her chest. He could read the pure and undiluted fear in her eyes, and it sent waves of pain rocking through his body.
He didn't want her to be afraid. He would give her everything she wanted, do whatever she wanted him to do just to make her smile again. To take away every bit of fear she held and to make her happy for the rest of her life. She kept shaking her head, breathing "No, no, no, no, no… " "My love," he whispered—not even consciously aware of the term of endearment he used—, pulling her closer to his body without fully realizing what he was doing, "breathe… Please, you must calm down.
His mind ran a thousand miles a second as he considered what he knew about people with anxiety attacks. Honestly, it wasn't much, and he feared he would have to act on complete instinct. What had helped her so far? What had eased her fear? The answer hit him suddenly, almost like an epiphany, and he felt as though he should thank the Gods for giving him insight on how to handle the situation. He needed to hold her.
Keep talking to her. He wasn't particularly looking forward to hold her small body that close to his—he was almost certain that he was going to react strongly to her nearness. He shook his head and scolded himself.
This wasn't about him; she needed him. It felt nice—as God awful as it sounded—to be needed by her. With that thought in mind, he crawled to a tree, leaned his back against it, pulled her into his arms, so her back was pressed against his chest, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Her heart was thumping loudly in his ears, but he ignored the intimacy of their position and the sweet temptation that she personified, and pressed a soft kiss to her temple. Breathe with me, okay? He took a deep breath to steady his own nerves and whispered, "Okay… Breathe in…" She took a shaky breath at the same time as he did. Her breathing was still ragged and unsteady, and it scared the hell out of him.
What if he couldn't calm her down? He was simply stunned at the realization that he was scared. He had never before felt fear such as this. She had to be okay.
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She just had to be. Other options would cause instant True Death on his part—he needed her to be okay. He could feel her heart thrumming against his fingers, where his hand rested just below her sternum, and he was slightly alarmed by the speed of her heart. She needed to calm down now—or he was not going to be the only one ending up dead. There is nothing to be afraid of. Do not hurt me, you will not stop," she choked, "Don't do it. I shall not do anything to harm you.True Blood- Godric and Eric
I would never harm one as beautiful as you. I needed to protect you—I said what I needed to. He was slightly more comfortable now it seemed she was going to be okay, but continued to whisper to her, holding her lithe body pressed tightly to his as she continued crying softly. He focused his attention on his girl, who was calmer now, her sobs nearly stopping completely—but she was still shaking in fear.
She sniffed softly, but shook her head. You are a vampire. Vampires cannot be trusted. Why else would you save me? He needed to tell her that his reasons for saving her did not include the possibility of drinking her delectable smelling blood.
And so, he slowly turned her in his embrace, tilting her chin up to look in her eyes. When he was convinced he had her full attention, he carefully weighed his next words.
I needed you to be safe, even if I do not understand why. She mumbled something incoherent into his shirt, and he found myself muttering, "What was that? She looked up, her eyes red and swollen and tear tracks on her cheeks. And he swear to the Gods, she'd never looked more beautiful to him. He grinned and shook his head. He frowned at her. But know this," he said softly, resting his hands on either side of her cheeks, "If I merely wanted to feed on you, I would have already. Nonetheless, he nodded and stroked a lock of hair from her face.
She gazed at the surrounding forest intently, almost as though she was willing the trees to provide her with an answer, while Godric was desperately attempting to regain control over his body. Having her this close, on his lap and in his arms wasn't really working wonders for his self-control. Then again, he was fairly proud that he hadn't thrown her down to kiss her senseless yet.
But if she kept wiggling like that, he just might. The smell of her blood suddenly wafted over him, and he struggled not to drop his fangs, as not to send her into another anxiety attack. That wound… It could be lethal if not treated instantly. He held out his wrist for her, allowing her the space to back out—she did not have to take his blood.
Slowly, she took his wrist and pulled it closer to her lips, before stopping short, a frown rippling her forehead. It might have some … Side-effects, but those are minor. Her inquisitive, coy expression caught him off-guard, and he wasn't sure what to do with it. And uh… an increased sexual desire… Things like that. Instead, she pulled his wrist to her lips and swallowed, drinking deeply for a moment—with every swallow, Godric could feel the blood leave his body—it caused a certain rush; a high he had not anticipated; and he could not suppress the guttural moan that spilled from his lips.
After a full minute of allowing his head to spin with the agonizing pleasure blood sharing caused, he pulled his arm away from her lips carefully and tilted her head to the side to make sure the injury had fully healed.
I do not know what it is, nor do I know why you… but it is there nonetheless. The mere words had frightened her. He would have to leave her in peace—he would have to forget; she was not for his pleasure; this much had already been demonstrated by everything that had happened today. You must not go into these woods alone again—I shall not be there to protect you a second time. When they broke through the first line of trees, he halted instantly, not willing to risk exposure. He did not want to be seen by anyone else tonight—being exposed to the girl he had been stalking and another, unknown vampire was already far more than he had intended.
He would be forced to leave now—which might not be such a bad thing, considering his bordering obsession with the girl. Before he took another step, her hand rested upon his shoulder, light and so fragile, as she whispered, "Wait! He attempted to steel himself—prepare himself for her beauty, her dark, blue, alluring eyes that would undoubtedly attempt to draw him in once again.
Slowly, he spun around, examining her apprehensive expression, as she seemed to search for words. Please, vampire," she said, "Tell me your name.
If you ever require a repayment, name it. She tiptoed and pressed her soft, sweet lips to his cheek—nearly obliterating him on the spot—before smiling, blushing and turning around to head back to the village. She turned back and smiled at him—he pretended her smile did not affect him the way it did—and said, "Ariana. My name is Ariana.
In the day that followed, Godric found himself utterly unable to rest—something that only furthered the damn bleeds that stained his clothes more with every second he was up while the sun was out. He was consumed by the girl—Ariana. He could not, for the life of him, shake her from his thoughts—the feel of her soft, pliant body pressed against his haunted him in his sleep, the smell of her blood making him ache in desire; desire that encompassed so much more than a mere desire to bed and feed on her.
The dreams frightened him, in ways he had not felt afraid in nearly a thousand years—because they were dreams of things he had dreamed of as a human. Things he believed he could no longer have. He was a vampire; he was not meant for love, or any of such ridiculous things.
And yet, every time he went to ground, he found his thoughts wandering back to Ariana, and the things she had awoken deep within him—and he wished desperately he would know what the right thing to do was. Because he did not. Eric had been insistent they'd leave Greece—he was eager to once again lay eyes upon the Sea he had grown up with, and Godric could not fault him for it, though the thought of leaving Ariana, never returning to see her again—at least not in her lifetime—caused him agony unlike any he had experienced before.
And so he stalled.