AN: I was thinking about Godric's character and how we don't get to see much of him when he was a younger vampire still living in the anchient world. Personally I thought he looked sexy as hell and couldn't resist writing this ha ha. But also I feel like there needed to be a bridge between who Godric was in the beginning and who he became at the end of his life.

Chapter 1:

Anaya had finally captured the stag that she had been stalking for days but she was far away from her village and nightfall was coming. It was not safe to travel in the dark so Anaya wrapped up her kill made a small fire that she could sit by until morning came. The higher the flames licked into the air, the safer she felt in its warm glow. Little did she know that although fire warded off many predatory beasts, it attracted the most dangerous of them all and it had been watching her for several hours now.

Godric stared down at the little Gaul woman from his perch in a nearby tree. His mouth and chest were still bloody from his previous kill of the evening; another hunter a few miles south from where he was currently. The coming of winter brought many hunters to his woods trying to bring back as much of the summer stag to their village as possible before the snow began to fall. Some were foolishly brave enough to stay the night.

He had been observing this huntress for some time, watching her take down her prey with a warrior's precision. She was a beautiful creature to watch and her wild scent was hypnotic. She had a feral look about her which he found very appealing. Her fair skin was smudged with dirt and her blonde hair hung straight and loose around her shoulders. Her breasts were bound down with a small leather harness leaving the rest of her body bare except for the knee-length leggings she wore.

He wondered which tribe she had come from and whether or not it was similar to his own. His people were Gauls as well. But all the villagers from his tribe were taken by the Romans decades ago, the men were killed and the women and children sold off as slaves, him being one of them. It had taken him many years after his enslavement to make it back to his homeland and once he returned he found that little had changed. This both comforted and upset him. Yet being what he was, a vampire, he had no place among his people anymore. He had become a bringer of death.

Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he returned his attentions back to the woman. Even though he had already fed, he still desired her and he did not want to deny himself the pleasure of having her. He descended the tree he was sitting in with his enhanced vampire speed and ran to hide behind a tree at the edge of the clearing where the woman had made her fire.

Anaya's head immediately snapped up upon hearing the snapping of a twig somewhere in the forest. Grabbing her bow, she backed away from the fire her eyes searching out the source of the noise. She saw nothing but all her hunter's senses were fully alert now and she listened for any hint of movement in the darkness.

Godric sped across the clearing, past the woman and into the cover of the forest once more. Anaya saw nothing but felt the wind rush beside her and another twig snap in the distance but this time it came from behind her. She quickly spun around in the direction of the noise hoping to get a glimpse of what was out there but finding none. Her heart beat quickened now and, to his delight, Godric could hear it. He then darted from tree to tree hoping to disorientate her.

Anaya could not tell what sort of creature it was that was out there but she had never seen a beast move so quickly before. It was like a ghost moving through the trees; it's shadow barely appearing in one place for a moment and then an entirely different place the next. She then began to think that this creature was not of this world. It was all around her, watching her, taunting her with its superior skills. She knew now that she was no longer the predator but the prey.

Anaya ducked behind a nearby tree trunk for coverage, readying her bow. Her heart pounded hard in her chest but she dared not take in a breath for fear that the creature might hear her. A silence fell over the forest then and Anaya peered out from behind the tree, her arrow stretched tightly in her bow. She was ready to fight but there was nothing to be seen but the crackling light of her fire and the shadows that it cast on the tree trunks.

Godric, perched in a tree a little ways off, watched the human as she turned around to look behind the tree she was pressed against. A wicked little smile spread across his face knowing that she had no idea where he was. He quickly leaped into the tree that she was taking shelter behind and Anaya heard him and quickly looked up into the branches, searching for him.

Too fast to be caught in her crosshairs, he pounced on her then, making her crumple to the ground under his weight. Godric held her to the ground by planting one hand firmly between her shoulder blades and the other on her head. Anaya screamed, panting fearfully beneath the creature, struggling to get free. However her efforts were in vain, the man-creature atop her was far stronger than her. A satisfied grin spread across Godric's face as he looked down at his prey.

"I am Death, little one." He told her, speaking in her native tongue. The woman beneath him froze and he turned her over on her back so she would face him. "What is your name?" He asked.

"Anaya," She answered him. Seeing his fangs and bloodied mouth the woman was convinced that he was indeed Death. Her heart was pounding in her chest but the huntress remained strong. She studied the dark blue tattoos he had etched around his collar bone and arms. They were like the marks of her people but she said nothing as she continued to study the creature that called himself Death. His hair was dark, matted with blood, and fell into his illuminated grey eyes. Death appeared to be young and beautiful and yet, at the same time, old and fierce.

"Are you afraid of me Anaya?" He asked gazing down at her.

"Yes," she answered breathlessly. "But I knew you'd come for me one day. No one can escape you."

"They try," he said, a hint of a smile passed across his face. "Will you?"

"No." She answered. He could tell that Anaya had not lied to him; she was giving herself over to him, resigned to the fact that one day Death would claim them. This was the attitude of a true warrior, he thought.

Godric sat down on her bare stomach then and leaned over her. He held himself up with one hand while he played with a lock of her hair with the other. Thick drops of blood dripped from his chin and down onto her pale chest. A feral smile spread across his face at the sight. Godric then sunk his lips down to hers and claimed them. Anaya stiffened at his strange touch as she tasted the blood on his cool lips as he sucked and licked hers.

As he pulled away from her now scarlet stained lips Godric looked into her eyes and saw that her pupils were dilated. Her flesh was also burning to the touch from her body's increased blood flow. Godric recognized all these things to be signs of arousal. He then realized that this little human had more than resigned herself to him, she wanted him. Godric was quite surprised by this. Yet knowing his people, he knew that the best and bravest of them embraced Death when it called.

Anaya then reached up with her dirt-stained hand and pushed a few damp locks of hair from Godric's face. He stayed perfectly still, looking down on her as she brushed her fingers along his smooth white cheek. She just wanted to feel him and touch this dark creature for herself. She was no longer scared but fascinated with him. Just gazing at him stirred something warm and desirous within her.

She then slowly pulled his face down to hers once more. When their lips met this time, both vampire and human responded with equal fervor. The kiss they shared grew more and more aggressive as they fought for dominance over the other. Anaya felt him pushing her harder into the ground and she bit his lip challenging the creature that called himself Death. Godric responded by pinning her wrists up by her head and burying his tongue in her mouth. Anaya moaned in arousal as she pulled lightly against the hold he had on her wrists.

Godric then reached around her and unlaced the leather harness that tied her breasts down. He slid the thick straps off of her shoulders and pulled the garment away from her chest. He drank in the sight of her perfect breasts and then greedily took one of them into his mouth as he kneaded the other with his hand. It had been a long time since he had lain with a woman and he was just now remembering how pleasurable it was.

Anaya moaned softly as Godric continued to suckle her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair all the while thinking that he looked almost innocent down there. Just as this thought crossed her mind, Godric looked up into her eyes with a sensual smirk which wiped any semblance of innocence from his face. He pressed a fierce kiss to her lips then as his hands sought out the ties of her leggings. Pulling the laces open, Godric slid the garment down her hips and rid her of it. She was now lying completely naked before him, her body beautifully illuminated by the firelight.

Godric sat back on his heels then to admire her loveliness. His fingers lightly traced the swell of her breasts, then down the muscles of her flat stomach, and over the soft curves of her hips until they came to her center where he began to rub it in small circles. Anaya's insides turned to liquid fire then as she cried out in pleasure. Godric then slipped a finger inside of her, curling it to hit her in the right place. Anaya shivered at his touch, grabbing fistfuls of dirt and leaves from the forest floor to try and ease the tension that was building up inside of her. But seeing her writhe in pleasure only made Godric stroke her harder.

He pulled away after a while and then rid himself of his leggings freeing his large arousal from their tight confines. Their eyes met and Anaya held out her hand, beckoning him to come to her. Godric stroked her out-stretched arm, sensually kissing the underside her wrist as he settled himself between her legs. He watched her as he pressed his tip against her opening. Anaya's eyes fluttered closed in desire, her hands coming to rest on his sides. She wanted him so badly, as he wanted her but Godric paused for a moment. He knew what moves he could use to unleash torture or ecstasy upon his partner. Being so much stronger than she was, the choice was his. However, having inflicted pain on so many others, he felt like pleasuring her. Godric didn't dare say that she was different from the rest but there was something about her that made him feel somewhat human.

Bending down over her, Godric claimed her lips in a fiercely passionate kiss and pushed himself inside of her. Anaya gasped sharply against his mouth at the size and feel of him and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist to cease him from any further movement. Once she felt herself adjust to him, she loosened her hold and Godric began to move within her. He was slow at first, drawing out each stroke, making Anaya moan beneath him but then his desire began to heighten and he quickened his pace. Godric grabbed onto her hips, pressing them into the ground, as he now thrust into her. Desire swept over him and he could not get enough of the human beneath him.

Roughly grabbing a fistful of her yellow hair and wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Godric pulled her up into his lap so that her chest was pressed against his. Anaya let out a cry of delight as he still continued to pound into her. She was thoroughly enjoying this creature's domination of her; the warrior inside of her telling her to fully give into Death. Godric then pressed his bloody, open mouth against her white cheek as he sighed heavily in ecstasy. Anaya gripped at the hand he had clamped on her shoulder as she held the side of his face in her other hand. She then felt him lower his head to her neck and she eagerly bent to the side to expose herself to him. In this moment she accepted that Death would now claim her.

"Take me," She panted breathlessly as she pressed his lips to her throat in offering.

Godric quickly wrapped his arms around her as a wave of heated passion hit him and then he bit down into her warm flesh. Her blood flowed into his mouth then with an urgency he had never felt before. Throwing her head back Anaya moaned out in pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her. She found that in the mist of dying, she never felt more alive. Her whole body shook as wave after wave of ecstasy hit her. What she experienced was pure rapture.

Spurred on by this woman's cries Godric came soon after her, his release was more satiating than any that he had felt in decades. He continued to drink from her as well as thrust within her; doing anything he could in order to prolong this unbelievable pleasure.

Once he regained his senses he felt her heart rate begin to slow and he had to make the decision whether or not he was going to drain her. After a moment's pause he released her neck from his mouth. Still cradling the woman in his arms he began kissing and licking the two puncture wounds he left in her throat until they stopped bleeding. Knowing how exhausted she must be, Godric gently guided her down to lie on the ground.

"Breathe," He told her as he stroked her lean, sweat-slick back. "You have survived you're brush with Death, little one. But know that I will come back someday to claim you."

Anaya nodded her head in understanding, accepting his generous terms. Godric stroked her back for a moment more until he soothed her labored pants into calm and even breaths. Then, as her eyes began to slip close, Godric placed a kiss on her shoulder and stood up from the ground and began to walk away. His footsteps were barely audible as he moved further into the darkness. Anaya knew that this quietness was how Death snuck up on people so easily.

Turning back to look on Anaya once more he saw that she was staring up at him in return. Curious blue eyes beheld unyielding grey; both were haunting in their own right. Godric flashed the woman a genuine smiled then, his fangs glinting in the firelight. His smile taught Anaya that Death had somewhat of a fondness for life. The immortal then turned and disappeared into the black forest leaving Anaya alone, staring at the spot where he last stood.

AN: Hey, I intended for this piece to be a oneshot, let me know what you thought of it and if you'd maybe like to read more. Thanks!