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A/N: I think by the end of this, I'm going to be as thirsty for Nero as I am for Godric.

The picture cover for the story is a perfect image of what I picture my character ' Nero ' looks like. He would have a voice like ' The Outsider ' from the first Dishonored game. I love playing Dishonored! They changed the Outsiders voice in Dishonored 2 though...I was so upset! Lmao.

" The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown." HP Lovecraft

Music: Maternal-Silent Hill

GODRIC

Standing in the ballroom of the grand Tudor mansion that housed the vampire monarch, King Charles and his staff was comical. The young king was arrogant and power-hungry in his age whilst standing among ancients vampires that only were amused enough to show up.

" How is the sheriff position, Godric."

The ancient vampire pulled himself from his inner thoughts, turning his mercury eyes toward the slightly younger male vampire before him. " Ah, it is the usual dull affair, Silas."

" Come now, there must be something exciting happening with you." Silas chuckled.

" Only elsewhere I'm afraid."

Gold chandeliers hung above the room that housed immortals, golden flecks of light dancing across their different shades of face, while Mozart played in the distance. Godric tilted his head to the sound of music, ah Requiem. What a dull choice.

" Nero!"

Godric stopped breathing, turning surprised eyes toward King Charles in his two hundred years of arrogance laughing while surrounded by his underlings and waving toward someone among the thick crowd of immortals.

No! It can't be?

Mercury orbs scanned the crowd, only coming to a stop when he located him. Nero...

His firstborn came to a standstill in front of the young king and smiled gently as they clasped each other at the arm. " Charles. How is the immortal life treating you?"

Godric closed his eyes at his child's long lost voice, regret wanting to swallow him down into the pale marble floor he stood on.

" Isn't it just! That's the question, my friend. It is going well and you, beautiful Nero. I see you have finally ventured out of the old world."

Jealousy took hold of Godric for a moment before guilt pushed the emotion away. Yes, his firstborn was beautiful and more human then Godric could have ever hoped to be. With his dark, almost auburn hair, evergreen eyes, high cheekbones, and his cleft chin; Nero was a walking vision. The type of male that would capture even a deity's gaze.

" I miss home and my children already."

He's a maker.

Nero stated to the young king before turning his knowing evergreen eyes straight toward his creator. Godric remained as still as a statue next to Silas when deep sorrowful green orbs met his own.

He watched his child turn back to the king. " I wish nothing but long life for you and I express great joy at you being crowned king."

King Charles laughed, slapping his palm against the back shoulder of Nero. " Thank you, my friend! Come, sit with us a while."

" Forgive me, I must depart. I am needed elsewhere. I had only wished to stop by and congratulate you in person."

" You're such a tease."

Everyone and the King laughed while Nero tilted his head forward slightly before turning swiftly on his heel and walking straight toward the open doors that led into the warm night.

He was leaving! This would be my only chance to ask for his forgiveness! Godric followed, ignoring Silas' attempts at calling him back.

As his foot met the doorway, he rushed forward, his age surpassed Nero over three hundred years, so it was no big surprise when he caught up to his wayward son. He grabbed him at the shoulder, turning him kindly around to face him. The younger vampire stared only but a moment before lowering himself down onto his knees in front of him.

" Father."

He breathed a soft whisper, tilting his head to the side in a submissive manner, eyes down.

Godric shallowed, his hands creating fists by his sides, tears filled the brim of his mercury eyes.

" My son." The tattooed ancient choked, " You show me such respect...after everything I have done to you?"

" You are still my maker...strike me down, father as you promised long ago."

Godric shook his head, fiercely. He couldn't kill him, he wouldn't survive it. They had only just found each other again after a few centuries short of a long millennium. " Ner-"

" Please father, end my torment...I suffer."

Was Nero so afraid of him that he hid in Europe most of his immortal life? Did he suffer because of him? Godric lowered himself into a crouch in front of his kneeling son, before running his fingers along his cheek. Godric hissed, snatching his fingers away in shook.

Freezing!

" You're like ice." The Celt choked with realization. " It is to be expected," Nero answered breezily, " I am dying a slow and painful death."

Godric turned his mercury orbs away from his fingers to examine his firstborn, he looked sicky pale, dark shadows under his evergreen eyes...he was trembling so slightly, it almost wasn't noticeable.

" Why?" Godric asked, almost begged fearfully, pulling his son against him.

" A curse," The muffled voice of Nero spoke into his shirt, accepting his maker's touch with no resistance. " My children fight against it...There is nothing that can be done."

" I fight against it!" Godric snarled into the soft, tousled hair of his child. " You will not leave me, Nero. "

The vampire that use to be named Death relished at the feel of his progeny in his arms, despite the younger vampire tensing against him. Possessive emotions filled the Celt as he breathed in the intoxicating scent of his firstborn.

" I cannot feel your emotions. It has been far too long since I've had your blood, Nero...The flicker of the bond is hardly there between us."

" No, you mustn't." Nero snapped, pushing against his maker in the attempt to escape his grasp. Godric snarled and tightened his grip.

" I will find a way to save you, I promise."

His fangs extended as he raked his fingers through Nero's hair before gripping him and yanking his head further to the side, revealing the pale neck to his view.

" I beg you not to do this." The pleading voice of Nero caused guilt to eat away at him as he bit into his freezing flesh, sinking his fangs deeper to taste the addicting ancient blood of his son flowing beneath.

Forgive me, Nero. I cannot bear the thought of your true death.

Emotions that were not his swept through him, anger and flustration then acceptance...sorrow. Depression.

Nero went limp while Godric jolted, pulling his fangs away, mercury orbs watching the fang bite close up, He licked at the precious blood that remained on Nero's neck until perfect skin was revealed. The blood would always remain sacred so it was better to leave none behind. He turned to meet the glaring green orbs of his progeny.

" I am 1,957 years old. I have accepted my fate! Why can you not?"

" And I am 2,287 as well as your maker. You are mine! I will not lose you!"

Godric shook him harshly in exasperation with all of his strength. Immediately agony raced through the newly formed bond that connected them. Godric froze his movements as his child hissed with pain. The Celt shuddered before pulling his child fully against him, a broken purr starting up from inside his chest as comfort for his progeny.

Nero relaxed against his maker as the pain diminished. " Careful with me, father. I am ill."

Godric chuckled fearfully, shaking from the memory of the pain he and his child had just endured. " I will heal you."

He promised against Nero's soft hair. " I wish to ask for your forgiveness...for all the horrible acts I've done against you and the acts I will do to you in the future...this time if only to keep you alive."

Nero breathed unnecessarily against the soft fabric of Godric's shirt. " I must return home."

" No! You will stay with me! As your maker, I command you to stay...with me." Godric growled, pushing the shame away. He couldn't...He had to save him.

" You are warm." Nero's voice declared, causing Godric's eyebrows to rise. That was definitely not good. He scented him again, searching for any trace of sickness on his skin. Yet there was nothing but the rich scent of his child.

" How long have you felt ill?"

" ...A few months, perhaps," Nero hummed. " It will only grow worse."

Godric growled low, rubbing his palm on the neck and back of his child.

" I forgave you long ago...There was no reason to hold on to that anger," Nero stated.

Tears built up in Godric's eyes once again, he tried to blink them away but found he could not. He sat there, on the edge of the kings' property holding the child he abused and shunned. He wept bloody tears as the gentle hands of his most humane progeny comforted him.

Start Flashback-August 25 79AD 1:47 AM

Death stood on the border of the grand city of Pompeii, taking in the destruction. The volcano had erupted, destroying the city and everyone that resided in and around it. He laughed, if only he had been able to witness it. Sadly, it must have happened during his resting hours. During the day. He stepped forward, excitement forming at the thought of looking for any survivors only if to drain and kill them slowly.

Dark clouds still wrapped around the volcano, made up mostly of dust and ash. Soot covered the rubble of buildings and streets that were no more. He could smell the scent of dead humans under the remains of the buildings and rock. Soon they would decay, he found he didn't wish to stay for that. Rotting corpses didn't entice the vampire. In fact, he found the smell unpleasant. The young vampire walked over the rubble and bodies with grace, finding no survivors, only more death.

Disappointment filled him, it would seem there would be no fun to be had in the area, he turned, his nimble feet jumping over rock and dismembered human parts to lead him away from the dead city.

A heartbeat caught his attention. He turned his head slightly, before moving at vampire speed to the wreckage a short distance from where he stood. The heartbeat was strong, it was a survivor! Enthusiasm caused his fangs to drop as he lifted the heavy rock with ease.

He dug into the broken rubble until he gripped a warm, living arm. Death yanked at the human, pulling him into his view. A boy? No, a man, young. An extremely young human man. His pupils dilated at the scent of human skin and warm blood coursing through his strong veins. He was hurt, wounded. Death moaned with delight before climbing on the wheezing male.

He was breathtaking despite the dirt and dust covering him with a thick layer, yet his beauty wouldn't save him. Death grabbed at the male, yanking him into his arms, his fangs making quick work of the human flesh as he bit into his jugular. A choking scream sounding from the male.

Let me hear your cries!

Death sucked down the blood, insanely, diving headfirst into his blood lust. A searing pain lit into his side. Death roared, releasing the human as silver dug deep into the side of his ribcage. He pushed the human away to glace down at the embedded silver dagger in his flesh.

He dared!

The vampire pulled at the wooden handle of the cursed blade, screaming as he removed it from his person. He flung it far into the distance with all of his strength before turning dark eyes back on the dying human. The male lay against the rubble, choking, bleeding out, yet his cruel green eyes remained on the vampire with deep hatred.

What a treasure. This mortal had fought him on the edge of death. The vampire laughed, thanking the gods for not allowing him to overlook this perfect creature. He moved, using his speed, he was crouched beside the mortal, pulling him into his arms, ripping into the flesh of his own arm with his own fangs. The vampire brought his bleeding flesh to the human's mouth.

" Drink!" Death commanded lovingly in Latin. Yes. This mortal would make a perfect companion once he was like him. He looked up at the still rumbling volcano as the human became immersed in his immortal blood, drinking savagely. The soot would soon bury everything, including them if he did not remove himself and his future progeny away from the remains of the wreckage.

He pulled his arm back as the human healed from the fatal bite before lifting him into his arms. Death turned, the mortal making no fuss since becoming intoxicated on the immortal blood. The tattooed vampire decided as soon as they were safe, he would turn him. It would happen the same night.

End Flashback

A/N: Oh. My. God. What did you think? I hope you found it interesting. There aren't enough male OCs the True Blood community and I've always wanted to make an original male vampire. Oh boy, this is gonna be great!