She arrived in the dead of night.

The wind whispered through her fine hairs and the crisp grass rustled beneath the honeyed moonlight. She tipped her head up gingerly and inhaled deeply.

He was here.

Her son, her friend, her lover.

Of course, not literally her son. Not the one to birth him into the bright, sunlit world—just the one shrouded in darkness and blood. His name was Godric. The two of them have spent a bit less than a millennium together before they had gone separate ways. She did not want Godric to become too dependent on her even if she desired his presence all the time. She loved him with her heart and more but she let go for his safety. However, Godric was not happy with her decision. He begged, he threatened the true death, but he eventually acquiesced with a frown on his face and a lingering look behind him. She has felt the pull over the millennium they spent apart as he tracked her. She avoided him of course, she was older and she did teach him everything he knew about this world.

But she appeared today because the pull tightened—more like stretched taut—as if someone was trying to hide something. Her breath quickened as she thought of what could have happened to Godric.

Her eyes narrowed as she arrived before a towering building with sloped roofs and giant columns to support the glass mirror built in front. This was that despicable church filled with vampire hating humans. Leadership of the Sun.

A dainty eyebrow rose as she surveyed the perimeter scattered with trees and sprawling lawns.

"Hm", she let out. Gingerly, as if she were testing the surroundings.

She sped around the church, smelling and listening for Godric until she finally found a window covered with thick metal bars. She leaned forward to grasp the bars but a searing pair flared up where her hand came into contact with it. The fucking bars were silver. She whipped her hand back as her skin touching the silver took on the texture of melted wax and vapor rose off.

"Seems like these little fleas are not as foolish as they seem," she snarled aloud, "but I have lived longer than you."

She stripped off her worn leather jacket and wrapped it gingerly around the bars to pull off. It barely resisted the three millennia year old vampire. She tossed the silver bars aside and shrugged the jacket back on to dig under the window for better access.

Scritch, scritch, scritch.

"What is that sound?" Sookie asked out loud. It was quite insistent and grew stronger in each coming minute. She craned her head as much as possible in the cage she has been shoved into by Gabe, now dead on the floor, but she couldn't see clearly. She would have escaped at the first chance but Gabe locked the door behind him which complicated everything. Sookie frustratedly thought of Eric asking her to find Godric and help him while trapped in this predicament.

She suddenly gasped and stumbled back as Godric appeared next to her, eyes wide and concentrated on where the noise was coming from. He seemed agitated as he paced—more like whizzed, Sookie thought—back and forth in the silver constructed cage.

"What are you doing?" Godric growled lowly and Sookie shivered in response to his timbered tone. It was hard getting to the vampires' seductive nature even if she spent most of her time with Bill and Eric, albeit the latter unwillingly. He paused as a hole formed on the top of the wall and a girl leaped out.

The girl, from what Sookie could see, was slender, elegantly formed with long legs and fingers suited for pianos and violins. Her cheekbones sloped down to plump, rouged lips mashed into a grimace. Her tumbled, obsidian hair was gathered into an elegant bun atop her nape and she wore a leather jacket with a wrap-around skirt and a pair of kitten heels. An air of mystery exuded from her as the right side of her face was hidden in the shadows, but also a threat of danger as if she would tear out your heart if you looked at her wrong. On a second thought, Sookie pondered, this is a woman—and a vampire for sure. No human would ruin the clearly designer clothes in dirt and not even bat an eyelash.

The woman's face swiveled around quickly to face Godric and the tiny grimace disappeared. Sookie's eyes widened. A short, jagged scar ran down the mystery woman's right eyebrow. The skin didn't heal completely so it must have happened when she was still a human. But Godric and the other woman didn't pay any attention to Sookie.

"Alina", Godric whispered out, "I have missed you. So much."

"I know, my love. But I'm here now." Alina crooned back as she glided closer to the cage. "I will get you out of this…. church."

Alina whipped off her jacket and wrapped it around her hand to pull off the solid silver chain around the cage's entrance. The door swung open and Godric took no time to speed towards Alina in order to pull her chin up to him.

He gazed at her with a clenched jaw and ducked down to attack her mouth with no mercy. Godric's hand wound around her neck to pull Alina's face closer and she in turn clutched his linen shirt tightly. Their tongues battled each other's equal in passion and heat when their fangs clicked down. With closed eyes and heavy breaths, Alina trailed her left hand lower and lower down his front. Godric groaned deeply but he quickly grabbed Alina's wrist before it could venture further.

"As much as I love you, darling, we still have a human audience." Godric muttered as his eyes opened. Alina stopped, although unwillingly, as she pouted and stepped back to let go of his shirt. She glanced down and rubbed her hand over his chest to smooth over the wrinkles while Godric looked down at her with soft eyes. They were lost in their own world.

And Sookie took them out of it.

"Um, hi?" Sookie tentatively questioned. "My name is Sookie Stackhouse. I'm here to help y'all…. out." Sookie trailed off under Alina's intense scrutiny.

"I see you have done a great job" Alina responded back wryly. She smiled to take the edge off her words but the grin didn't reach her eyes. "No matter, what is done is done. We will discuss this in a later time." Alina firmly stated as she lifted her head to direct the statement to Godric as well.

Godric grimaced and looked down shamefully as he pondered how to explain this to Alina. He was more than two millennia years old yet he still feels like a when he was just turned when Alina reprimands him. If he knew Alina would come back, he wouldn't have contemplated meeting the sun. They were together now and he would never let her out of his sight again.

A/N: Why am I even writing a True Blood fanfiction.

Honestly, I'm not going to promise anything with this fic. I love the True Blood world but I just wrote this in the spur-of-the-moment. No scheduled updating in mind, or any updating in general.