Still Not Enough Time {A True Blood Fanfiction} {Godric x Oc}

-A Plan-

     The smell of freshly cooked food greets me as I awake in darkness. I sat up, new clothes had been laid out for me on Fen's side of the bed. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stand and get dressed. Leaving the room, I see Fen hard at work in the modest kitchen. A square of blue fabric was tied on top of her head, her long black hair falling out of the fabric in a neat braid that fell on to her body elegantly. She was dressed in a matching blue dress that extenuated her waist. Fen was beautiful.

     Keelhara sat at the same spot she did last night, the necromancer was smoking some kind of herb out of a long and expensive looking wooden pipe. It smelled very earthy, like mushrooms. There were 2 plates set up for the women. I look over and stare at the bite marks on Fen's neck she doesn't bother to hide. Flashes of her face from last night linger in my mind, warm flesh under cold fingers. I wonder if she would let me touch her the same if I was warm as well.

      "Remus is pissed. I have to go there to save face, He wasn't too happy I was nowhere to be seen last night. You two owe me. Ask what you want about Remus while I'm here, although, the pretty one has been talking my head off all day." Keelhara's voice grabbed my attention. Her breath smelled like burning grass. 

     I hesitantly sit at the empty chair, trying to wrap my mind around a question. "How is it you do not know where your sister is? Surely you have some involvement in the slave trading." Keelhara doesn't hide her disgust at the question. 

     "I trade in ass and blood, look at my skin. Do I look like I deal in slaves? Remus shuts me out, I can't ask too many questions." I suppose her story could add up. I forget how humans act regarding race. Fen sighs, hanging her head low and walking over to us with food. Fen serves the empty plates, rice and some kind of soup or sauce? I know nothing of cooking. The smell is pungent.

     "Judging by the amount of spices and clothes you can afford, ass, blood, and working for Remus has proved profitable to you. I'm guessing this is just one of the many buildings you own. I bet it's safe to assume that your real home isn't as... low profile. Why would a necromancer need to go undercover? I wonder." As much as I dislike her, Keelhara was a challenge. An unexpected ally, perhaps. I would be a fool to let her in so easily.

     Fen walks around and sits at her spot, bumping her knee to mine. She urged me to be quiet with her facial expression. "I make do because I have to survive, me and my people need money. Appearances matter, and so what? You aren't struggling yourself. We picked you up in one of your mansions." I couldn't help but chuckle. She did have a point. I am not one to judge on wealth.

     "Keelhara did save us, Godric." Fen defended her. I wonder what it's like to still see good in people. I would think Fen of all people would have given that up long ago, Where I would wear it as a weakness, she wears trust with pride. I just hope it is not ill placed, for her sake. 

     "I suppose I am out numbered. Plus, I have no other choice." The two women seemed pleased with each other. I wonder what alliance they have spoken of without me,

     "That's right. Fen will keep you in your place, lover." Keelhara smirked, Fen tried to hide her smile, but I saw it. Although, Hers seemed more bashful. How ridiculous humans are.

     "Where do we start looking?" I attempt to move the conversation along. The two women begin eating.

     "This is delightful, sweetheart." Keelhara ignores me and compliments Fen, making her smile and blush.

     "Oh, thank you. It's not that difficult, just utilized your arsenal of spices." Fen seemed pleased with herself, I was losing my patience.

     "It takes real skill to know how to use them." Keelhara takes another grateful bite. Fen hangs her head in embarrassment. She is happy, that returns some of my patience.