Deadly Lover of a Mate

Chapter I.

Disclaimer: I only own my OC and story plotline

Chapter 1

Godrics Pov.

Unnatural, that was the first thing Godric noticed when he crawled out from beneath the dirt. The light nighttime breeze brought with it the smell of nature, storms, and the ocean was so strong he could taste it. His fangs clicked down as a sadistic smile spread across his face and then, he was gone, hunting and following the trail to its owner. As fast as he could run, it still took him around fifteen minutes to locate its source but when he did, he ground to a halt. Taking in the sight before him, Godric couldnt move, only letting his eyes travel over the form of the male in front of him.

Pale moonlight shone upon white silky strands, draping over the thick branch he laid upon. His strange clothing allowed for there to be a gap that broadcast his strong muscled chest casting what looked to be a glow coming from his body. Like him, this being had a well-defined jawline, but his face seemed more angelic, with full lips and pointed ears showing.

In under a second his eyes snapped open, molten pools of silver staring into his own. Godric could feel his body begin to move again, making its way closer to the other male. A deep hypnotic voice broke the silence halting him, Motus ut desinam. (I would cease your movement) Taking another deep inhale, Godric snapped and lunged with teeth bared, ready to sink his fangs into him.

Godric only had a millisecond to register the movement of white before he was sent flying into a tree, breaking it with the impact. Before he could move there was a silver sword run through his chest, missing his heart by centimeters. Looking up, Godrics stormy gray blue eyes clashed with silver that was only inches away from his own. He was torn between wanting to pull him closer or to force him down and sink his fangs into him. Iuvenis, ego hac nocte te vivere. Sed iterum me tenta, et te infra me coactum invenies. Artus comprehensus et gladius cor tuum transfixit. (Young one, I will let you live tonight. But tempt me again and you will find yourself forced below me. Limbs trapped and sword pierced through your heart.) With those words whispered upon Godrics lips, he was gone. Sitting up Godric swore with half lidded eyes and a smile upon his lips that this prey of his will not escape him, HE. IS. HIS.

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Shooting up from his bed so fast that he nearly flung himself off it, Godric glanced at the time upon the wall. Small tremors wracked his slim form as Godric dug his fingers in his hair with his head down, streaks of blood making tracks down his cheeks beginning to drip onto his chest. With his eyes clenched tight, he forced himself to move, ripping off the sheets pooling at his waist and standing. He could no longer bear the painful memories that seemed to haunt him. Everywhere Godric looked it seemed like an echo of Ambrose was there. Trying to rein in his chaotic emotions, he slowly made his way to his bathroom. He felt so hollow and lifeless as he moved to cleanse himself, forced to deal with flashes of his deceased love. He remembered those soft lips, the pure silver eyes swirling with desire, that strong toned body caging his. Standing under the steaming water he tried to stop his unending tears as he thought of his warrior elf and how much he loved and still loves him. Then the tipping point of when he became boy death drifted in his mind making his shoulders shake once more.

~o0o~

Godric awoke to the sounds of battle, the scent of his beloveds blood filling the air. It was in that moment that Godric felt true fear swell within him, this feeling even overcame his time as a slave being forced through so much torture with his maker. He had to run, he couldnt, WOULDNT, lose his heart! Ambrose became his whole world and the reason he continues to live; he couldnt bear to have the one being he cared about die. The sounds of battle grew, and Godric knew he was close, he HAD to make it in time. What he witnessed though when he arrived shattered him.