Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood or the Southern Vampire Mysteries. I make no money from writing this.

Authors Note: Wow, it's been a while since I have written anything to put up here. I have no idea where I am going with this, so please be patient. I know Eric and Godric seem a little close in this, but I swear it's not a Eric/Godric pairing. It will be a Godric/OC story, and it will also be mature later. I started with the scene from the show where Godric kills himself, but switched it up halfway through. I hate those stories where they take every single line from the episode and just add a sentence here and there, so I tried no to do that. I hope you enjoy. Please leave me any thoughts.

The deep royal blue of the night sky began to lessen in intensity as the minutes passed. What was once a sapphire sheet floating above, sparkling with the tender lights of far away stars, was now turning into an unsaturated periwinkle skyline. The few inhabitants on the roof of this behemoth building felt as though they could reach for the blue up ahead and run their fingers through it as if swiping a finger through soft whipped cream frosting over a birthday cake.

One of the beings was the center of attention. Godric stood with open arms towards the quickly altering dawn sky. A look full of hope was strangely marked over his gentle face; the soon coming sun about to drench his features in beautiful, dazzling rays of light. It had been over 2,000 years since his emerald eyes lightly tousled with amber had looked upon that glorious light. He was ready. Even if it was only for a few seconds. He needed to see the sun illuminate his skin; with light or fire, it was no matter.

A pained voice called from behind him, "I can't accept this." A tall blonde haired man took a heavy, and also unneeded breath, only pausing for a moment for continuing with a wavering voice, "It's insanity." Eric's pain could be heard in his tone, could be seen in his rapidly blinking eyes. He fought to control the soon coming blood tears from dripping down his face like a demonic rain.

"Our existence is insanity," the maker replied to his protégé. The light color of his linen suit began to brighten with the impending morning, he turned his head back towards the distressed vampire behind him. In a soothing voice he continued, "We don't belong here."

"But we are here!" Eric was angry. Angry that his maker was abandoning him to this world of darkness they were supposed to share for eternity, angry that he could do nothing to stop this, but most of all, he was angry at himself for letting Godric get to the point where sacrificing himself was the only solution.

Despite his child's aggression, Godric continued to attempt to soothe the man, "It's not right," he looked into Eric's steely blue eyes filled with despair. He shifted his entire body towards Eric, trying to convey a friendly and calming disposition, "We're not right."

Attempting to battle Godric with the words Eric had heard from him centuries beforehand, he made an argument, "You told me that there is no right or wrong. Only survival," he swallowed, trying to gulp down the lump rising in his throat, "or death."

"I told a lie, as it turns out" Godric was unfazed by his point. There was nothing that could prevent him from feeling those shimmering rays from warming up his two millennia cold exterior. He was a different man when he had said those words. No connections could be made with the monster who had lived in his body those centuries ago. And he could do nothing but blame himself for his past misdeeds.

Infuriated, his child rounded his shoulders and approached him, returning to the Viking intimidation methods that had been drilled into him during his youth, "I will keep you alive by force!" Eric's eyes glowered down at Godric, being a good foot or so taller than him.

Any other creature would have been frightened; Godric was not. He had experienced this tactic many, many times before. Trying to let Eric see the horribleness of his words, he spoke with quiet tones, "Even if you could," he looked down towards the ground for a moment, pondering his next words, "why would you be so cruel?"

Eric's anger ceased. His eyebrows lightly turned upwards in defeated depression. The intimidation he attempted didn't have the intended effect, and now he was left hopeless in front of his maker, ready to plead and beg for just the most minimal amount of time with him again. In the tongue of their ancient and long gone fathers, Eric's voice answered meekly and afraid, "Godric, don't do it." In an attempt to keep the tears at bay, his beautiful blue eyes looked up and down, not focusing on anything in particular.

As the city lights shone in the background; manmade imitations of the stars that had already disappeared, or of the sun that had yet to rise, Godric replied in the ancient language they both knew so well, "There are centuries of love and faith between us."

As if that was enough. Are a few centuries truly enough between companions he held so dear? The ages had changed before them, empires had grown and fallen, and yet their love had remained so strong through it all. Was it truly so terrible to give up like this? He had seen it all, many a time over. After two thousand years Godric was tired. Tired of feeding on blood day in and day out, tired of dealing with petty disputes between hotheaded vampires, tired of the disgusting activity that had taken over daily happenings. Surely Eric would understand.

But he did not, and he pled as the blood tears leaked from his eyes, the cobalt of his irises swirling with the red of the blood in a deliciously heartbreaking contrast. Eric's head lowered in defeat, bringing him closer to the still height of his maker. He begged as he wept, "Please! Please..."

Godric watched the vampire fall to the ground kneeling before him. He saw the contorted expression of pain cross Eric's features.

Sounds of heart wrenching sobs floated up from the creature, "Please. Godric." Eric reached out with a quivering hand and grabbed onto the white linen pant leg of Godric's suit, reverting back to English, he spoke, "If I am not worth living for, there must be something you wish to see." Eric's plead towards his maker made the standing man ponder for a moment. His son showed some self doubt in his statement. Eric was his companion for as long as he could remember. He taught him everything he knew, and yet, he knew that Eric needed to live his own life. Without him.

"I have seen the fall of the Roman Empire, the fighting of the Persian armies, the movement of the Germanic tribes, and the eventual building of Europe. We have seen the Scandinavian wars, the crusades, the Inquisition, the discovery of the new world, the three World Wars…" Godric looked down at his son, placing a delicate alabaster hand on his sobbing head, "And yet you wish to stay here? For what reason do you live, Eric? For the disgusting visitors to your bar, Fangtasia? For the bias and ridicule we receive daily? We deserve it."

Eric looked up into his eyes, not wanting to hear anymore.

Godric continued, "The things I have done… I have done many horrible things, and they weigh on my conscious. I cannot bear to think of them." He looked up towards the still lightening sky, waiting for salvation in the sun. It would be soon.

Eric let go of his maker's pant leg and stood up slowly, looking him in the face, "You leave me here because you feel guilt? You have done nothing but try to endure. This world-" he paused for a moment to look out upon the city before them, the skyscrapers and the few cars below. "-was created to test our endurance. The gates of Valhalla will not except you, you are not done here."

A small smile lifted up the corners of Godric's previous frown, "After two millennia you feel I haven't completed my life?" he turned from his son and lifted an arm towards the city that was slowly waking up, "I have done more than enough living to feel this way, Eric. What do I have to stay for?"

Eric gave his maker a hard look before answering, "Give me a month, a week, a day, anything, to change your mind. Stay here, for just a little longer. What is a month in the mind of someone who has lived for 2,000 years?"

Godric squinted his eyes for a moment, focusing on the sun that was about to bloom over the hills. He so wanted to see the golden rays of his childhood spike in every direction over the cool ground of the earth. And yet, doubt started to rise.

Turning back to the vampire in front of him, Godric smiled briefly before giving his answer, the morning breezes rippling through their hair softly, "My son, after living with you for so long you amaze me still. You wish to linger in this tainted world with me by your side for some reason I have yet to decipher," he paused, watching Eric's face of anticipation and fear, "I will stay for a month. And in that time if I don't find something to keep me bound to the darkness, I will return in front of the dawn and await my fate."

Immediately he found himself in the strong embrace of his friend, he could feel the relief and happiness from Eric radiate off of his blood, "Thank you," Eric cried again, "Thank you."

Godric looked over Eric's broad shoulder towards the hills one last time, bits of golden and rosy hues just starting to fan out from the impending dawn, before his child whisked him down the roof stairs into safety. And darkness.