My first attempt at a TB fanfic. My first attempt ever, in working with an OC, because I've never done OC's before. So bear with me please? There are chapters already written. But I'm still making changes to them, so they will be up when they are ready.

I am aware of the whole hype going on here about stories being taken down. My stories are all backed up, and I'm working on getting them up elsewhere. For that matter, If you do not like smut then don't read it. Period. This story is rated M. So just giving you a heads up on to what to expect, there will be smut, plenty of it.

As for pairings, there will be Sooric written into this story. But the main pairing is Godric/OC.

I would appreciate some reviews, and your thoughts on this story. Granted, I'm also a bit rusty in story writing, its been more than a year since I've written anything. I guess you can call this a beta-chapter. It's in a test phase. Meaning, I could add more to this chapter, I could take a few things out and add something else. The plot will stay the same though.

I hope you enjoy, and please do review, those really do motivate me.

Disclaimer

I do not own True Blood or SVM and all that.

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"You can no longer remain here. Far too many are after your life; you cannot stay here and mourn him. It may seem cruel of me to say this to you, but you must keep yourself alive, and we will do all we can to keep you safe. "

"But-" He shook his head at me. .

"How can I leave him?" My voice cracked, I felt my eyes getting hot with tears. I approached his slumbering state, running my fingers along his delicate features. His skin felt so soft, yet so cold under my touch. He looked so peaceful, his golden, nearly silver hair, with the jewels that adorned it, made him look so ethereal. We were meant for eternity. I dreamt of one day giving him a child. It would have been the proof of our love. There was no greater gift than that.

But all of those hopes and dreams I had yet to fulfill with my beloved.

Were all gone.

Just like that, in the blink of an eye, my world came crashing down. I wanted nothing more than to wake from this nightmare.

I knelt down, caressing his cheek.

"I cannot live without you my love." I whispered to him. "You promised me eternity, yet here I am, to spend eternity without you."

He had left me, therefore I was all alone. I was inconsolable, and I wanted to die from the agony of losing him.

"Come now, Kyrie. By the time you open your eyes, you will start life anew, far away from these lands. You will be happy my child, and perhaps maybe when the time is right, you will come back to us. You may not like this, but it's for your own good."

He pried me off my beloved husband.

"With this, I will seal off your memories. As long as they are dormant you will remain human."

I struggled to keep away from him, but I felt two people grab me from behind. Apparently my struggle was pointless. But then again, what did I have to struggle for? My reason for living was gone.

I felt my eyes getting heavy, as he touched my forehead; I drifted off into a deep slumber.

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The dream was as real as it always was. Each and every night, I'd toss and turn in bed, trying to figure out what the hell my dream meant. I tried asking around once, and all I got was a crazy look. I was getting sick and tired of waking up with swollen eyes. Because every time, I'd wake with tears in my eyes.

Hell, I didn't really remember the man's face in my dream, but I just knew that I had felt an immense ache, and sadness in my heart every time I heard the young woman's voice crying for him. I couldn't even tell what she looked like, because I always saw things through her eyes.

Long ago, I stopped mentioning my dreams, I even took medicine once upon a time ago; to see if it was the cause of stress, or the cause of a broken heart. But that was never the case. I mean, honestly. If vamps were real then, my dream must have meant something. You just don't dream the same thing every day of your life.

I groaned in misery, would there ever be a time, when I would stop with the haunting dream? Because it was beginning to take a toll on me, and this time; it felt so surreal.

I sat up on my bed, and eyed my alarm clock.

It was a quarter past eight.

In two hours I had to meet with the Newlins at their church; because I was a smart cookie, and accepted to sing some choir music for them. I really want to know what compelled me to make such a lovely decision.

Then again, beggars can't be choosers. I was getting paid quite nicely, and I needed the money and it was pretty decent if you excluded the crazy religious fanatics, that went around spouting hate towards another race.

So with that; with all the strength I could muster, I pulled myself out of bed, to get myself ready for church because I had a date with the Newlins. The sooner I was done with this the better. Next time, I'm going to make it clear to people that I don't sing for church or for God. Even if they do offer me a good sum of money.

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If she was a vampire, her only wish would be to be staked right now. Sarah Newlin, and her husband dragged her around the entire church grounds, showing her their facilities and such. She smiled and nodded every time they addressed her with something. But then the question came.

"Are you Christian, Éclair?" I really hated these talks about religion. I was anything, but a Christian. "Protestant." I replied.

"Ah...a protestant. Either way, we all believe in god, Miss Éclair." I smiled at him. "You may be right. But I feel like a traitor to my church. Christians and Protestants don't share the same beliefs. But regardless, I'm glad to be here to lend my voice."

Why in god's name did I ever agree to singing for the church this week? Ah yes that's right, I needed the money, and I'll be damned if I ask my parents for anything. Not that I had a bad relationship with them. It was all just a matter of my pride on the line here.

We had arrived at the largest building in the area, which was finally the church. As we neared it, I felt a strange sensation at my chest. I felt something pulse inside me, I felt my heart beat get quicker and I could feel a strange yearning inside of me. I shook the feeling off, and continued on inside.

Of course though, curiosity got the best of me. "So, may I ask what am I singing for?" The reverend smiled at me. Something about that smile of his gave me the creeps. "Seeing as you are a woman of god, and your loyalties lie within the human race. I think I will show you, instead of telling you." He pats my back gently, and instantly, I could feel him and his emotions. There was hatred within him, and he wasn't the nice man everyone thought him to be. Yes, this man was dangerous, if I stepped onto the wrong line, who knows what could happen to me. I wanted this job over and done with so I could continue on with my life. Sadly, my gig here was until tomorrow at dawn.

"Come along now, this way please."

His wife wanted to protest; she shook her head and took her husband's arm. "No, Steve you can't show her! She will never want to sing for us, please Steve!"

"Nonsense, she's going to see it anyways, so she should know now what she's signing up for." I really wanted to run away now, but that strange feeling kept burning inside of me. The strange sensation got stronger as I got closer. Steve Newlin led us to the basement, where my body felt like it was burning up. I was getting scared; I didn't like this thing I was feeling.

The lights flickered on, suddenly I felt like my heart was being pulled out. My discomfort was noticed by both Steve Newlin and his wife. Sarah looked extremely concerned for me. She quickly stood by me, and rubbed my back soothingly. "Are you alright dear?" I nodded, and smiled a bit faintly, trying to show her that I was somewhat okay. Which I wasn't. "Sorry, I guess I got a bit dizzy for a second. Lack of sleep you know, I was up all night studying, and I guess I need the sleep? I'm sorry for burdening you." I lied again.

They seemed to understand. "You shouldn't overdo it. I understand that college and university students seem to get it hard with all those tests and scholarships. I know grades must be kept up sweetie, but don't over work it." She was being genuine with me. I could feel it as she lightly touched my arm. I smiled at her, if only her husband was just as nice.

"Here it is." The reverend smiled at me, and I slightly shuddered. He opened up a door, and behind that door was a...man? My heart felt like it was about to burst. I took one step forward, but it wasn't me doing anything. My body was acting on its own. I shut out the world, and it was just the two of us in that small room.

"When he burns tomorrow, he will repent for his sins." Steve Newlin smiled at me, making me shudder. The Newlins ushered me to come back up the stairs with them, but I shook my head. "I need a moment to take a breather before I go back up the stairs. I will be fine; I have silver sprayed on me, and silver mace to protect myself, so I will be fine. Just go on ahead. I promise I won't say a word. I am god's loyal servant, I would never betray him. So you guys just go on ahead. I'll be right upstairs in a few."

This seemed to convince the two of them, and they left me alone.

The young man looked like he was sleeping, he had boyish features and he looked so gentle. My heart ached for him. Even if he was a vampire, no one deserved such a cruel death. This was just another hate crime, and I wished things had gone differently for him.

I sighed, sitting down in front of him.

When you take a fall

I'll raise up strong, stand in your place.

Your burden will be my own

So smile my sleeping soldier. The road to heaven is near.

Your memories forgotten, but I will sing,

I will live on and carry your name. Your sins, will be mine to bear

I will live

Only for you.

I sang to him, and even though he was dead for the day. Just singing felt so right to me. It was the least I could do for him. There would be no one there with him. No one would mourn for him. My heart ached, and it yearned for him. The idea of him dying, the idea of me singing in joyful song in cause of his death made me shed tears.

The least I could do now was sing him something pleasant, even if he couldn't hear me, I felt somewhat at ease with myself for it. I leaned in, brushing my lips gently across his forehead.

I was crying for him. The moment I laid eyes on him, my heart instantly swelled with love for this vampire. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was right. My head was spinning around in circles because I didn't know what my body was feeling at the time. I closed my eyes and this time I leaned in closer.

"I will live on in your memory. Your memory won't be forgotten. So rest well my warrior. The road to heaven isn't that far off." I whispered against his lips, feeling the urge to kiss them. But I restrained myself and pulled myself back.

Pulling away from him was hard. But I had too, because if I lingered any longer, then the Newlins would get suspicious, and that wouldn't bode well for me.

Just as I turned to make my leave, the Newlins were already making their way downstairs. I could feel them before they even reached me, so I quickly cleaned off my face, with the sleeve of my blouse, keeping my eyes tear free.

I put on a fake smile as I saw the two of them approach.

"Oh thank the heavens nothing has happened to you! But then again, that fanger is dead for the day so he can't do much. "

Before we made our way back upstairs, I turned my head back to look at my vampire. And to my surprise he suddenly lifted his head up towards me, and his eyes locked onto mine. I literally thought my heart actually popped out of my chest. I felt so drawn to him; I wanted to touch him, to kiss his lips, to embrace him.

I snapped out of my trance when Sarah Newlin placed her hand on my arm. "Éclair, it's nearly sunset so it's no longer safe for you here."

I am so glad no one noticed that my vampire had awoken.

When Sarah pulled me away, I swore I could hear the man growl.

How dare they touch her.

I quickly snapped my head back and looked at him one last time. I had heard his voice inside my head. I know that wasn't me being crazy. Gee, great time to start sprouting new powers 'Clair. I thought bitterly.

He was no longer looking at me. His eyes were closed, but thanks to my gift I could feel the anger radiating off of him.

I felt overwhelmed by his emotions. Never had I felt that before when I was around with others, but then again he wasn't human, was he? Perhaps it was different for vampires. So the sooner I got away from here, then I would cut off any link I had to his emotions, so I quickly followed Sarah Newlin out the door.

That was the freakiest stuff I have ever been through in my life, and I didn't plan on staying any longer. Even if, separating myself from this man, felt like it was going to tear me a part. I felt an electric shock go through my body, and I felt pain on the inside. I stopped, trying to take in a couple of breathers. My vampire's anger was so strong, that I felt suffocated.

"I'm sorry." I stopped, trying to catch my breath and hold my ground. "Can you guys fill me in about any other details over the phone? I feel like I'm about to collapse." I said wobbling over, and both Newlin and his wife got a hold of me, and they led me out. The pain getting stronger in my body. I shut out any emotions for the rest of the day. It seemed to have worked, only slightly. But it wasn't as suffocating as before.

But then, just as quickly as I had felt his emotions, they were gone with a flash. I lowered my guard, and I could no longer feel anything. I was glad for it. I said I'd mourn him, but that did not mean I would want his emotions all over me. It was too much to handle.

I looked back at the church as I hopped into my car.

My name is Amalia. Eclair is just an alias I use. I thought. I sing as a hobby, I'm a biology student and I'm perfectly normal. Normal people don't interact with crazy religious fanatics, or vampires for that matter.

Normal people don't make promises with vampires, because that will come back to bite you in the ass 'Malia! God damn it what were you thinking!

Oh who was I kidding. Every time I thought about him, it made my heart ache even more. That little voice inside my head chastised me for making such a promise, but my heart knew it was right, that's all that should matter.

Right?

So what we know about Eclair, is that her real name is actually Amalia, and apparently she has the gift of feeling people's emotions. But I wonder why she could feel Godric's emotions so strongly, if there wasn't a blood bond formed between them yet. Think she'll save Godric? Will she come back to the church? So many questions to answer and all in due time.

So if you liked, please review because it motivates me. I live off your reviews my people.