He’d ran away. No not run away, he just wanted to be alone. After over 1000 years of existence, he had thought that he’d known everything about humans. He thought them feeble, cattle, maybe an occasional fuck. Surely none of them could overpower him, but he’d been proven wrong.
Everything he had held dear had been stripped from him. First Godric grew tired of living, now Nora. How could such a proud Viking be robbed from his loves by measely humans? No.. he needed time away, time to reflect, to be the solitary vampire he’d always been. The humans had fought back and he’d lost. Lost the fight, lost his sister, nearly lost his children. Even in the one moment where he dared to believe in something else, he was disappointed.
No, fucking Bill with his powers had proven useless. His own knowledge of the world had been useless. Only some fae-vampire hybrid who intended to use Sookie had proven somewhat useful. Even the knowledge that Sookie, once a woman he had loved would be reduced to a vampire’s chew toy had not evoked any emotion in him. All he could think of was revenge. Revenge against the humans, against fate itself.
No amount of avenging had helped. No matter how many humans he killed Nora wouldn’t return. Godric wouldn’t return. His bond with Pamela wouldn’t return. Even though he’d chosen Willa as another child it had been almost on an impulse. He wanted her as a weapon against the governor and that too had failed. Now he had nothing, nothing but this wonderful gift of the sun. But he would trade all the sunlight in the world for his sister, for his maker, for his family.
That had brought him here, to Are, Sweden. This is where is ancestral home stood, now nothing more than a snow covered mountain. Here is where he had died as a human and been reborn a vampire. It made sense that he would return here. No humans, no progeny, no one to bother or even speak to him. He wanted…no needed to be alone. So with the sun overhead he opened a book, plopped a chair and began to read. Maybe he’d spend a few years here, even a decade or so before he returned to civilization but for now, he was content with his plan.
That is, until the gift faded. A mere day or so after his arrival in Sweden he felt a jolting pressure all around his body…then he began to burn. The sun was high above the sky and the snow reflected its now deadly rays until his vampire skin. Everything began to hurt with an intensity he’d never experienced. He could do nothing, nothing but stumble unto the cold snow covered ground and curse the fates for his destiny.
Everything he had held dear had been stripped from him. First Godric grew tired of living, now Nora. How could such a proud Viking be robbed from his loves by measely humans? No.. he needed time away, time to reflect, to be the solitary vampire he’d always been. The humans had fought back and he’d lost. Lost the fight, lost his sister, nearly lost his children. Even in the one moment where he dared to believe in something else, he was disappointed.
No, fucking Bill with his powers had proven useless. His own knowledge of the world had been useless. Only some fae-vampire hybrid who intended to use Sookie had proven somewhat useful. Even the knowledge that Sookie, once a woman he had loved would be reduced to a vampire’s chew toy had not evoked any emotion in him. All he could think of was revenge. Revenge against the humans, against fate itself.
No amount of avenging had helped. No matter how many humans he killed Nora wouldn’t return. Godric wouldn’t return. His bond with Pamela wouldn’t return. Even though he’d chosen Willa as another child it had been almost on an impulse. He wanted her as a weapon against the governor and that too had failed. Now he had nothing, nothing but this wonderful gift of the sun. But he would trade all the sunlight in the world for his sister, for his maker, for his family.
That had brought him here, to Are, Sweden. This is where is ancestral home stood, now nothing more than a snow covered mountain. Here is where he had died as a human and been reborn a vampire. It made sense that he would return here. No humans, no progeny, no one to bother or even speak to him. He wanted…no needed to be alone. So with the sun overhead he opened a book, plopped a chair and began to read. Maybe he’d spend a few years here, even a decade or so before he returned to civilization but for now, he was content with his plan.
That is, until the gift faded. A mere day or so after his arrival in Sweden he felt a jolting pressure all around his body…then he began to burn. The sun was high above the sky and the snow reflected its now deadly rays until his vampire skin. Everything began to hurt with an intensity he’d never experienced. He could do nothing, nothing but stumble unto the cold snow covered ground and curse the fates for his destiny.
