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

-The Stars and Freedom-

I'm not put on this earth to make friends, yet here I am missing them. Isabel, Eric, Nora. Now a human, now Fen. Eric and Nora have broken my heart in the fashion they left. I wish I could have talked to them and explain to them my feelings and that I am proud of them. I shift in my seat, riding in this blackened hearse has left me alone 2 nights with my thoughts.

Isabel has provided me with much care. I cleaned and shaved at her estate, she gave me very well fitting washed clothes, along with a bag full of more clothing. The hearse driver, both my meal and my transportation. We should enter London by sunrise. I'll arrive to my Fen asleep. She will not mind. I smirk as Fen comes across my thoughts. I hate admitting to my primal thoughts, but the way we departed comes to my mind often on my journey. I have never had long term sexual encounters, nor can I say have I ever wanted or needed them much. Never were any of them as passionate and full of emotion as they are with Fen.

Ever since her first touch to my flesh I haven't stopped yearning for more, any sort of affection. I feel so foolish, so out of control around her. Her scent filling my nostrils, reminding me she is there and she is real, the realest thing in my life, so very much alive.

I lay my head back and shoot my gaze up at the ceiling of this horrid hearse. I long to explain my connection and attachment to Fen, yet I fear I cannot. All I know is logic, this is not rational or logical.

Hours pass, I feel myself drain and in need of sleep, the sun will be rising. I will be back with her in a matter of hours. My last thoughts before my head jerked to a dreamless sleep in that coffin were of the ones I miss.

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I awaken slowly, I know I am alone, no longer feeling the motion of the carriage rocking I know I am home. I push on the coffin lid, discarding it to the side. Ah, they brought me all the way into my room, how considerate. I stand, I am alone but traces of Fen are all over. A brush on the vanity, her smell radiating through the sheets and the air, her clothes neatly folded on my dresser. I wonder if she had missed me, such a human thing to hope for.

Fixing myself up a bit, I make my way out of the room and towards the staircase. Following the scent of my Fen. There is the scent of fresh bread throughout the house. A pleasant enough smell, one I haven't had around me in a while. Turning into the dining room, I spot her. Fen's back turned to me, she is setting a cloche over a plate at the head of the table.

I smile softly at the sight of her busying herself, it brings a small joy to me knowing she is setting a table without being ordered to, she is doing this for herself. The way Fen moves is so meticulous and careful, yet so relaxed and natural. Fen spots me from the side of her eye and smiles, turning her head and standing up straight.

"Well, what do you think?" Fen asks, smiling at the table placement before us, she wore very mute red dress that reached her ankles and hugged her waist.

"It is beautiful." I state, she looks proud of her accomplishments.

"And what about this?" She asks, twirling in place in her dress. Stopping after she is facing me again.

"Words would not do you justice, my dear." I smile, fairly wider than intended, Fen giggles at this. I am genuinely at peace and can let myself feel happiness. finally alone with Her. Nearly forgetting the trials of the night before. Nearly.

I walk to Fen, she is standing in front of the seat where her plate was set, I pull out the chair for her, she graciously sits and I push it back in. Placing my hand on Fen's shoulder quickly before I took my own seat. I uncover the lid and find what lies beneath it is a steaming, but not hot tall glass of real blood.