Guys, I am so sorry. Death by AP classes. I will try to update more frequently, but I can't promise anything.

Oh also, I know some of you guys might gripe over the fact that Godric is really, really dark in this chapter, but this is just how I imagined him before he became enlightened.

I also think I have finally recovered from the trauma of watching the Series Finale of True Blood, and I'd like to hear your guys opinions on it. I thought it was terrible. :) Happy to be back!

CPOV

3 little wet marks appeared on the ground as I stared at it. At first, I thought that it maybe had started to rain. There certainly seemed to be a giant gray thunderstorm over my life lately. After a few seconds of self-realization, I touched my hand to my face and felt that it was definitely me who was crying, not the clouds.

I so wished I could fly into the clouds right now.

Warlow's arms wrapped around me, and I shocked him on instinct. He winced, but kept his arms there. I started to struggle against him, and I finally worked my way out of his grip and ran. I ran as fast as my heels would take me, and when I realized they were mostly a hindrance, I shucked them off and ran some more.

In the back of my mind, I registered that Warlow could literally do this forever, being at least 5,200 years my senior. I stopped running when I came to a clearing and threw myself on the ground.

I'm sure that my crying could have been heard for miles, but I didn't care. I wept for my maker, closing the bond between us so he wouldn't feel my sorrow. I wept because no matter what I did, I would never be free of myself.

I didn't live for me, I lived for other people. One of those major people I basically told to fuck off.

I screamed into the meadow, "I didn't mean to!"

Warlow knelt in front of me, but all I saw was the man that had attacked me in the cemetery. Yes, that was Warlow; but he was so different. In faery, he had been tasked to protect me and keep my company because he too was a hybrid. We swapped blood because we were curious what each other's would taste like, and I had never tasted anything sweeter.

"Don't you just want a taste?" Warlow held his wrist out to me and I bit my lip bashfully. He gave me a look that said that he thought I was just playing with him. "Have you ever drank from a full fairy?"

I nodded before I spoke in a timid voice, "My father let me drink some prisoners as a gift after my turning. I couldn't help myself, I drained them."

Something changed in Warlow's features, and he said, "I killed my entire family after I was turned."

I looked him over, and saw so much pain in his eyes. I looked away, wanting him to deal with his pain separately. I felt him stiffen next to me, and I realized that I had driven a wedge between us.

"When I was human, I was about to be wed." I began my long sob story, but I figured I could sympathize with him. "My fiancé and I were taking a walk in the woods after a celebration at a neighboring manor, and a vampire attacked me. I watched him being drained in front of me, the light dying from his beautiful blue eyes." I didn't allow myself to think of my human life much, but when I did I couldn't help but cry.

"That vampire moved to drain me, I assume that he thought Thomas was a fairy too from his scent on me. He bit into my neck, but he stopped himself to bring his own blood to my lips. Before a drop could fall onto my lips, his maker threw him off of me. He looked so… feral." I paused to think of Godric. My shields were tight, but I knew Warlow could feel the sadness that emanated from my brain.

I didn't notice when he did it, but Warlow had taken my hand to sit by a reflecting pool. How appropriate.

"He had these tattoos, something I had never seen in my day." I gave a brief chuckle when I thought about seeing his serpent tattoo along his spine for the first time, and how my eyes were drawn from the brand that he had received just before his turning; it still was an angry red.

"I didn't let on that I couldn't be glamoured, and I suppose I was pretty good at pretending because they believed my act. Godric- his maker- licked my neck where the blood was, and I could see that he knew I was Fae. He said something to his child, I assume now that it was a command to not drink from me. They 'glamoured' me," I gave fake air quotes around glamour with my fingers, "to let them into my manor, and I did."

I looked down at my hands, which were sitting entwined in my lap. "He took me as his. A new pet for him. He glamoured me to fall in love with him, and he really wanted me to be happy. I just pretended like I was. At first, he was gentle with me." I thought about my first time, when he was sweet because I was a virgin. My expression darkened.

"Then he tasted my tears one sunset, I had cried on my pillow for Thomas and I didn't know that Godric was awake. He reached out and took one," I touched my own face, in the same way Godric had, 800 years before, "and he said that they were perhaps sweeter than my blood."

I looked away from Warlow, and towards the hills of Faery. "All he wanted was my tears." I paused before continuing again, "He got more forceful with his beatings, and his child didn't know. He didn't want Eric to ever even see me. He did them slightly before sunset so Eric wouldn't see."

Warlow took my hand. I wondered why he even cared, he was obviously above this. In his 6000 years, he had certainly heard worse than anything I could have even dreamed.

"I wasn't allowed to be out of my room at dark, and I had to obey him. After a few months, Godric left for 4 days on business pertaining to his Majestor. I wasn't allowed to go, and I was thankful. Eric was left in charge of me, but I wasn't supposed to be out of my room much. Godric had kept my bruises and scars hidden within the reach of my clothing, because he refused to heal me."

I thought about how I had to shift my clothing slightly so they would cover my décolletage, where some hickeys and bite marks were. "The first night he had gone, I was eating dinner by myself in my dining hall. Eric came in and sat down across from me. I could feel him in my mind, trying to glamour me. I looked at him and put up the impression that I was indeed being glamoured. What the vampires didn't know, was that I could see inside their mind because it was open for me when they were glamouring."

"I just remember thinking, 'he could get you out of this, and he could save you.' So when he asked me if I wanted him, I said yes." I shook my head at myself, wishing I had said something else. "He let go of my mind, and just sat there looking at me for a while. The servants had taken away my food, and I got up to go back to my room. When I was halfway there, he sped over to me and pushed me up against the wall, kissing me."

I was still looking over in the distance, remembering how I had struggled. "I obviously tried to resist, worried that he would tell Godric and that Godric would take it out on me. He caught me in a stare and went into my mind, telling me to not worry and kiss him back. So I did. I had no choice. He started to untie the front of my dress, so that he could see my décolletage, and I tried pushing his hands away, but he caught me in a glamour again to stop my movements, and he untied it slowly. At first he didn't see the marks, because he was looking in my eyes. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, and he didn't understand why I was crying."

I fiddled with the hem of my white dress, the gauzy material going in between my fingers and the jewels were a stark contrast to the soft material. "He looked down, and he saw the marks and he looked back up at me." I thought about that moment; so much had changed for Eric.

Eric had realized what had been happening to me, and he carried me to his room and told me to take my clothes off. At first I thought he was still going to have sex with me, but as I took them off, he sat down in a chair with an unreadable expression. I cried as I stood in front of him, ashamed for the first person besides my handmaidens who had helped me dress saw the bruises and marks all over my body. I couldn't even look Eric in the face. "He saw all the marks."

I remembered that Eric had stood up and walked towards me, devoid of his usual smirk and defining walk. He was just normal, venerable Eric. He was afraid to touch me, afraid to hurt me any more than I had already been. When he finally made his way over to me, he put his hands cautiously on some of my skin that hadn't been damaged, and he turned me around.

I heard the sharp intake of breath when he saw my spine, all of my vertebra had dark red marks on each of the little bumps. I tried not to think of how I got those marks. He saw how my ribs had finger marks brandishing them and how my hips had similar ones too.

He turned me back around, and took my face in his hands. "He told me that 'I would be safe with him.' He took my mind into his, and he told me that I wouldn't feel any pain anymore. I so wanted to susceptible to glamour in that moment. He glamoured me and fabricated a story that I had slipped on the floor and had hit my head, and was knocked unconscious, so he gave me his blood to heal me."

Eric opened up his wrist for me to drink, and I did. His sweet blood fell onto my tongue and he groaned loudly. He took his wrist away from my mouth after a few mouthfuls, and brought me down onto the bed with him, and held me in his arms. I watched as my skin healed, and I felt a sharp pain in my ribs. He heard it too, and observed it carefully. I hadn't even known that my rib had been damaged.

He surprised me by not pushing me to do anything, he just moved more towards the headboard of the bed and held me until I had fallen asleep. When I woke up the next morning, Eric's arms were still wrapped around me in the same way.

The next thing I did was something that I had regretted doing ever since. I lit my hand up and pressed it to his chest and went deep inside his mind as he was sleeping. I usually had to try very, very hard to get into the vampires' minds when they were awake. I planted a dream.

I planted a dream so that Eric would grow fonder of me. It worked.

Warlow interrupted my reverie by saying, "Why didn't you kill Godric while he was sleeping?"

I looked at him and gave him a watery smile, "I was deeply religious when I was a human. I never, ever would have killed anyone. I knew that whatever hell I went through on earth, I could just wait it out and eventually go to heaven."

I looked away from him, down at the water near our feet. I thought about my final day as a human, Eric had kept giving me looks while he sat across from me while I ate my dinner that night. I knew he absorbed my dream.

He didn't pull anything that night either, afraid to damage my weak mental state. He just led me back to his room and wrapped his arms around me and let me fall asleep again.

"When I woke up that next day, I made a decision. Eric wasn't going to save me. When Godric came back, this would all start over again. By the time I had left Eric's room, it was already well past midday. I went upstairs into the trophy room, which as a human I thought was my late father's. I watched the sun, thinking it would be the last time I ever laid my eyes upon it. It was approaching sunset, but I still had time."

"I walked over to my father's sword collection and took out a fine sword. I didn't know at the time, but it was silver and iron. How ironic." I rolled my eyes and gave a weak laugh. "I said a final prayer, asked for forgiveness, and plunged it into my stomach."

"When I woke, I was a vampire." I remember being confused as to why there was dirt on my face and surrounding me. My teeth ached and I could tell someone was next to me. "Eric turned me. When I woke up, he woke up too and said that we could finally be together, that I would be safe. He told me he loved me, and that I was special. He was pretty angry I had tried to kill myself though." I scoffed at the memory.

"And Godric was… ok with this?" Warlow motioned to me.

"Oh he didn't have a choice. Fintan decided to grace us with his presence at that point."

I looked at him, and tried to focus. I had stopped crying long ago, but the tear tracks on my face made my face feel tight. "Anyways…" I trailed off, "the point of that very long story was to tell you that as human, I wouldn't have even killed someone who tortured me. That changed when I was turned."

Warlow surprised me by saying, "Why are you here? In Faery, I mean."

"I killed this one whore that Eric had become infatuated with. I did not show her any mercy." I ran my hand through my hair and chuckled. "In retaliation, of course. He killed a guy that I liked, so I decided to pay him the favor back. We got in a fight."

He paused, looking at me. I saw something flash in his mind, and he held out his wrist again. "Take my blood, Claire."

I looked at his wrist, then back at him. My fangs ached. I hadn't fed in a while. My fangs dropped, and I kept eye contact as I slipped my fangs into his flesh. He shifted slightly.

After I drank my fill of his deliciously old saccharine blood, he leaned towards me with his own fangs down. He sniffed my neck, and bit.

His appearance changed immediately. He bit down harder, and I tried to push him off, but he just kept drinking. I quickly teleported us back onto Earth, hoping to get away from him as quickly as possible. Cue Eric and Sookie running out to help me. It was very, very convenient that that girl had a portal near her house, because I automatically teleported to a location near Eric.

I snapped out of my flashback. Warlow was holding me. He had seen the entire flashback in my mind because my shields were a joke right now.

"I'm so sorry. I just lost control. Now that I have tasted your blood, it won't happen again. I promise." I nodded into his chest.

"I know, I trust you. Losing control is probably a hybrid thing."

Warlow chuckled before saying, "Maybe it's just a crazy thing."

I couldn't agree more.

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I promise I'll get back to Eric and Sookie next chapter, I just thought that I should clear some things up about Claire's past, so it makes more sense. Btw, this is the last you'll see crazy Godric, so don't worry, he'll be nicer later if I decide to bring him in.