Chapter 1: Freedom Gained

Alea's POV

Please, please don't break.

I fiddled with the lock a little more, with nothing but two slim pieces of metal to aid me. I had managed to pull two springs from my busted mattress and straightened them out flat enough to jam into the lock on my door handle. I heard a soft click from inside the handle, I was close. I gave one more shaky movement with bated breath.

Click. The lock opened, and the door slid open slowly, the hinges creaking in protest. I was stunned that it had worked, that there wasn't any more resistance.

Free, I was finally free. I glanced behind myself in disbelief, eyeing my 'room' for hopefully the last time. I had finally made it out, finally escaped that hell. I took a shaky step forward, being careful not to make any sound, even though I knew I was the only one in the house. The modern look of the room that my door opened to made me sick. It looked so homey, like such a wonderful and safe place. The nicest things always hold the harshest secrets. The door leading to my room was a soft white, a stark difference to the basement that was just beyond it. It did a good job of hiding the horrors of my hell. I shook my head and closed the door softly, locking it before I went about finding my way out.

It didn't take long for me to find the front door, the means to my salvation. I unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open, finding a surprisingly lacking amount of resistance once again.

'Father must have assumed I would never try to get out,' I thought to myself as I stared out the now open door, the door to my freedom.

I shook violently as I took in a sharp breath as the cool air hit me for the first time, the open door now allowing it to wash over me. Fresh air. It brought goosebumps to my skin, and I couldn't have been happier. I had never experienced the air outside of my cellar. I had never seen the stars or the sun, but now I was free. Free from the grey walls of that dingy room.

I glanced up to the sky in wonder, taking in the glorious sight, the stars shined brighter than I could have expected, it was nothing like reading about them. Seeing them made me giddy, made me happy as I never had been before. I took the first step down the stairs that were on the front of the porch, then the second. Stepping down until I finally hit the dirt path at the bottom, I was free.

I started walking, slowly, testing out my bruised and broken limbs. Father was, violent, with his last attempt at calling my 'powers'.

What a fucking joke.

They were powers he was convinced I had. My hands clenched into tight fists. He had tried tirelessly to get them to appear though he never even told me what he was looking for, I didn't even know what the supposed powers were. "You'll know when they happen", he'd say.

He poked and prodded, he stabbed, cut and broke me until I was nothing but a mess of broken limbs. All for power I was damn sure I didn't have, a power that he would never see.

He would never find out if I had them if I played my cards right.

Thoughts went through my mind at about 1000 miles per second, what would I do? Where would I go? I didn't get much information on the outside world aside from the few books that I was given to read, and from the occasional news castings, I would hear through the door. I ran a hand through my matted white hair, it was stained red with blood, my blood. The once white tresses sticking to my skin and clothes, no doubt making me look like some crazed woman. Would anyone be willing to help me in this state? I didn't know much about societal norms, but I doubt people would want to help someone who looked like a walking corpse. My skin had never seen the sun, I had only ever dreamed of its heat. Due to this unfortunate fact, my skin was like pure ivory. It looked almost transparent in the moonlight.

So perhaps I could find somewhere to wash off, that would be my first order of business. A smile stretched across my lips, no doubt reaching my luminescent purple eyes for the first time. Things were finally looking up. If I was lucky, my father wouldn't realize I was missing until midafternoon tomorrow, when he returned home, giving me plenty of time to get out of this place.

"Hey!" A violent shiver went down my spine at the sound, it was a harsh male voice, sounding much too like my father that I would have liked. I turned my head roughly to the noise and immediately spotted a man, large and brooding, he was coming at me rather fast. He left a bitter taste in my mouth, he was trouble, that much I knew.

I didn't even hesitate to start running, my limbs struggling to keep up. Being confined to a room my entire life didn't leave for much movement. This was my first time running, and I had better make it count.

"Hey! Get back here!" The man yelled after me, no doubt starting a run of his own in an attempt to catch me. I didn't look back, I couldn't. I was finally free, and I refused to lose that freedom so soon after attaining it.

My heart roared in my chest, beating so fast I was surprised that I could still breathe. I skidded around a building, doing my best to keep my balance as I continued my frantic pace. I had to have lost him by now. I glanced back and could no longer see or hear him, a haphazard grin came to my lips.

I twisted around another building, just barely bringing my gaze back in front of me as I ran directly into what I could only assume was a brick wall. I fell backward hard, landing on the ground with a hiss, I looked up to find what I could only describe as my worst nightmare. The man must have wrapped around the other way, he had cut me off, he had caught me.

"Now sweetlips, why would you run like that." He looked me up and down and I shuddered violently. This was not happening.

"What's a fucking fang banger like you doing out so late without your master?" Fang Banger? I stared at him, my mouth a gap. What the fuck was a fang banger?

"I wouldn't know what to say to that either sweetlips, but I can practically smell it on you, did he get dirty with his feeding? Don't worry, I know just what to do with you." My eyes widened. Whatever this man wanted, whatever he thought I was, was not good. I struggled to get away from him, but I couldn't scramble backward fast enough, he had me by the neck in the next second, pinned to the house I had moments ago skirted around. I felt consciousness leave me as black spots took over my vision and for the first time in a very long time, tears came to my eyes. I felt the man flinch at the sight, no doubt seeing the black streaks as they slid down my face. My father always said I had horrifying tears, black like coal against my pale skin. They were what proved I was special he said.

"What the fuck- "my attacker managed out, surprised no doubt. That surprise was quickly replaced with rage. His hands tightened around my neck, I clawed desperately at his exposed skin but it was a losing battle.

I glanced the best that I could at the sky, taking another look at the stars, silently hoping I would see them again. Before my vision went black.

At the Fellowship of the Sun Headquarters

Pain. Violent, mind-numbing pain. That was all I could register at this current moment in time. I pulled halfheartedly at the chains on my wrists, they held me up so my feet just barely touched the floor.

I can't quite remember how long I had been in this hellish place, being tortured and maimed for the sake of "his light". A demon they called me, what a joke. I had finally escaped one hell only to be thrown into another. The room I found myself in was small, I had about a person's length between myself and each of the walls. It was a matt grey, with no windows, and now it smelled heavily of metal, no doubt from my blood.

They strung me up and beat me until I couldn't breathe. For reason still unknown to me, unfortunately.

Yet here I am, still alive and kicking, my body healing everything they did to me, though the scars are constant reminders of what they had done. I went as limp as I could, trying to force myself to sleep, they had already come tonight, I would be left alone, at least for now. A sigh escaped my parted lips, at least I had that solace. I fiddled with the chains at my wrists as I do every evening, my attempt to distract myself from the pain. I closed my eyes to sleep, trying to fight off the pain that still ebbed in my more broken bones. But soon enough my wish was granted, and I was allowed my slight reprieve.

I was awoken with a start, my eyes still hazed and my mind still foggy as I tried to register what was happening, I couldn't have been asleep for more than 10 minutes. Yet I heard it, the tell-tell signs that they were here. I clenched in fear, my entire body trembling as Gabe finally walked through the door, his face holding a sinister grin.

"Hey there sweetlips," his nickname made me want to gag, but I kept my head low, not moving as to not provoke the giant. "What? Wasn't expecting me so soon? Not surprised, but even with all this fun we have been having it had to come to an end sometime, we have finally decided your punishment." My eyes raised to meet his as my breath caught in my throat. This was not good.

"What are you planning on doing with me?" My voice was barely above a whisper and I was having trouble keeping from crying. I wasn't ready to die, that was for damn sure. I gave him my best glare as he just continued to mock.

"Why sweetlips." He paused roughly turning my head to force me to look into his evil eyes, "You're going to be someone's final meal."

My blood went cold as my eyes widened, that just made Gabe's smirk that much larger. That much more terrifying. I tried desperately to breathe. I wouldn't let him have this victory he wouldn't see me weak. I clenched my hands into fists as he stood, I expected him to disconnect the chains to drag me to wherever it was that he had to take me.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

He walked behind me, dragging his hand a crossed my bare back, the only article of clothing that remained on my body was my underwear. I shuttered in disgust as I heard him chuckle, followed by the ever so familiar click of his pocketknife.

My body flew into trembles, I wasn't ready for this again, not so soon, I could still feel the blood from earlier today, sticking to my skin, painting it red. I struggled to breathe evenly as I fought back my tears, desperately trying to hold them back.

"He's been without food for some time, should probably make you look as appetizing as I can," I could practically feel him lick his lips as he traced the scars on my back, before happily jabbing the knife into one of the old ones. I didn't give him the satisfaction of a scream, I never did. I have endured much worse, and I refuse to give him any more pleasure in this than he was already getting. He carved my body up one slice at a time, taking his time, as though he was creating a masterpiece. By the time he was finished I couldn't even move, I felt lightheaded and completely drained, I was surprised I still had the energy to breathe. Gabe seemed more than happy with his work, I felt the click of my chains before I hit the ground hard, Gabe giving no cares as he dragged me along the floor by my hair, I didn't even fight it, just held limply at my hair in an attempt to lessen the strain. I couldn't find the voice to yell at him, I simply closed my eyes, and allowed him to take me to wherever it was I was going.

It didn't take long to reach our destination, as I was thrown roughly into what I can only assume was another cell, my body sizzling with pain, every nerve ending, every atom in my body screamed at me, yet I couldn't find the will to move. I had hit the wall roughly, knocking the air out of my lungs as I slumped against the floor with a pained gasp. I felt comfort in the cold concrete as it chilled my scorching body. I vaguely recall Gabe closing the door with another harsh laugh.

"Sundown is in three hours' sweetlips, better make the most of what time you have left." With that, he was gone, and I was finally left to my thoughts.

I didn't move after that, I just lay there in the darkness, my breathing harsh. Three hours, I had three hours. Even though in the back of my head I knew I should be terrified I couldn't find the will to be. In the end, I hoped this would be quicker and hopefully less painful than what they had been doing to me before.

What did 'his last meal' even mean? Were they housing a cannibal or a beast of some kind? I couldn't find the will to look up and see, see who or what would bring my end. I leaned my head farther into the ground as the dizziness increased and I slowly grew less and less conscious of the world around me. As my breathing shallowed and sleep consumed me, I could only hope that whoever was in this cell with me woke up after I did.

Authors Note: So, with all the writing I have been doing lately I figured I would start up a new story. I have always enjoyed Godric and thought that his time on True Blood was cut way too short. This story is meant to change that, I hope that you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. As of right now, it is a GodricXOC flick, but it may develop into a GodricXOCXEric fic. We will see as time goes on. Please let me know what you thought! Je T'aime my lovelies.