So by request samjheart aka. the lovely Asma, I present this spot with it's first article in form of a fan fiction about our favourite two thousand year old vampire and his first vampire child Camorra XD
It was the sound of her voice, singing a melody of beauty, that first caught his attention. Godric had been running through the dense woods in Ireland but her voice made him stop and he changed direction and sped towards a clearing, where through the trees he glimpsed a group of humans sitting around the flickering flames of a fire, all men with the exception of a woman who was standing and Godric realised then
that she was the one singing the soft melody that had reached his ears. He tuned in and listened to the song.
"Tá mé 'mo shuí ó d'éirigh an ghealach aréir
Ag cur teineadh síos gan scíth 's á fadú go géar
Tá bunadh a' tí 'na luí 's tá mise liom féin
Tá na coiligh ag glaoch 's tá 'n saol ina gcodladh ach mé
Sheacht mh'anam déag do bhéal, do mhalaí 's do ghrua
Do shúil ghorm ghlé gheal fá'r thréig mé aiteas is suairc
Le cumhaidh i do dhiaidh ní léir dom an bealach a shiúl
Is a charaid mo chléibh tá na sléibhte ag gabháil idir mé 's tú...."
As he listened he studied the woman who was more of girl who looked just a little younger than himself, in appearance that is. She had a mass of red curls that flowed like a steady water fall down her back, she looked to be his height and her green eyes sparkled in the fire light. Her skin was as pale as milk and her body curved in all the right places. She was truly a vision of beauty. A thought that caused Godric to wonder why he was getting so attracted to this human girl. But his mind was already moving on and he wondered why she, a young, beautiful girl was in the company of so many men. Her clothes were like men's clothes, being brown leggings and a beige shirt that fell above her knees, she had a black cloak covering her shoulders and fur covered boots on her feet and she had a long sword strapped to her back. This should of been the first thing he noticed about her but he had been distracted by her beauty.
"Deireann lucht léinn gur cloíte an galar an grá
Char admhaigh mé é nó go raibh sé 'ndiaidh mo chroí 'stigh a chrá
Aicíd ró-ghéar, faraor nár sheachnaigh mé í
Chuir sí arraing 's céad go géar fríd cheartlár mo chroí
Casadh bean sí domh thíos ag Lios Bhéal an Áth'
'S d'fhiafraigh mé díthe an scaoilfeadh glais ar bith grá
'Sé dúirt sí os íseal I mbriathra soineanta sámh
Nuair a théann sé fán chroí Cha scaoiltear as é go brách..." When she finished singing the men cheered and the girl smiled which lit up her face and enhanced her beauty even more.
"Go raibh maith agat as do canadh dúinn!" (Thank you for singing for us!) A large bear like man called to her and the others murmured in agreement.
"Chanadh arís le do thoil?" (Sing again please?) A smaller man with a big beard said. The other men liked this man's words and repeated it causing the girl to sigh and place her hands on her hips. A action that caught every man's eye including his own. It drew attention to her hips and stuck her breasts out.
"Anois, anois mo laochra brave. Márta againn ó thuaidh ag an tús. Caithfidh tú a chodladh anois agus a choinneáil mé ag breathnú ar fad." (Now, now my brave warriors. We march north at dawn. You must sleep now while I keep watch a while.) She cooed in a silky voice, a voice Godric could listen to forever. There were a few grumbled protests from the men but they were silenced by a stern look from the girl and soon the clearing was silent except for the snores and light breathing of the warriors. It made sense to Godric now, the girl showed authority under her kind words, she must be the leader of this band of warriors. This intrigued Godric, after all he couldn't resist a warrior. He watched her as she sat in front of the fire and retrieved her sword from her back before scanning the clearing for sounds of disturbance. She didn't see him of course, for he was concealed in shadows. He smirked to himself at the prospect to be able to surprise her.
"Chanadh tú cosúil le aingeal." (You sing like an angel.) He had the satisfaction of seeing her jump before getting to her feat, sword raised.
"Cé go bhfuil!? Taispeáin féin!" (Who is there!? Show yourself!) She hissed in to the silence obviously not wanting to wake her sleeping warriors, a fact that Godric was very grateful for, otherwise he would have to kill them all and he really didn't want to do that. He didn't want to waste the energy. With a cold smile on his face he stepped out of the shadows and in to the fire light, directly in to the girls vision. Her eyes widened slightly and she pointed her sword at him so that it rested at the tip of his neck.
"Cé go bhfuil tú?" (Who are you?) Her voice was full of suspicion and also a little fear. He smirked but didn't answer her which seemed to make her angry as she sighed heavily and her eyes hardened like two gleaming green stones.
"Táim Camorra, iníon de Cleona." (I am Camorra, daughter of Cleona.) She stated thinking that if she started then he would be coaxed in to telling her who he was. Godric's smirk just grew more to her obvious annoyance. He wanted more information out of her before he told her anything. " Tá mé cheannaire ar na laochra ón gcósta thuaidh. Cé go bhfuil tú choimhthíoch?" (I am leader of the warriors from the northern shore. Who are you stranger?) Her voice was cool and calm but with a certain edge that suggested she'd lose it if he didn't answer her soon and impale him with her sword. There was a long silence.
"Táim Godric, teacht mé anseo ón Róimh." (I am Godric, I come here from Rome.) He said finally, eyeing the girl Camorra for a reaction to his words. He got one, for her eyes hardened and she applied more pressure to the sword so that it dug into his flesh but didn't pierce it.
"You are Rómhánach?" (You are Roman?) She asked sharply.
"Is ea." (Yes.) He replied warily, unsure as to why she was so aggravated at his heritage.
"Ansin ní ba cheart duit a bheith anseo! Tá sé seo ár talún agus ní bheidh againn dtagann ionas go héasca mar a rinne Albion!" (Then you should not be here! This is our land and we will not fall as easily as Albion!) Ah, that was it. She feared the Roman's would try to invade her home land. She did not know that the Romans were too scared to do such thing, too scared out the supposed savage barbarians that inhabited this tiny island. Godric smiled slightly at the thought which earned a glare from Camorra.
" Níl mé cuid de na arm Rómhánach a cuireadh i gcoinne Albion. Nach bhfuil Cogadh an chúis agam anseo." (I am not part of the Roman armies sent against Albion. War is not the reason I am here.) He replied smoothly and she seemed to relax a little and point her sword away from his neck. A mistake in Godric's view.
"Ansin, cad é?" (Then what is?) She asked suspicion rising again. He regarded her a few moments before replying. The flicker of the fire cast shadows over her pale skin and made her eyes appear very dark. If he hadn't known he was going to change her before, he was diffidently going to do so now. She would make a good vampire, and she would be his. He had looked for years for the right person to be his first childe and now he had found her.
"Go raibh mé ach ag gabháil tríd, go dtí go mbeidh a chonaic mé tú." (Just passing through, until I saw you.) He said in a low voice as he looked her directly in the eyes, not glamoring her but making a connection that meant more than words. Camorra let out a soft gasp before seeming to get herself together as she raised the sword again, unsure of Godric's intentions and slightly confused by his words.
"Agus cén fáth, bhí Rómhánach bhfaca mé stopadh tú foirm leanúnach chun pas a fháil trí?" (And why, Roman did seeing me stop you form continuing to pass through?) She asked her voice shaking slightly but otherwise cool and controlled.
"Is mian liom leat!"(I want you!) He growled out letting his emotions get the better of him then, as he grabbed her arm. She looked quite surprised and his touch obviously effected her but then she chuckled quietly surprising Godric himself.
"Níl a fhios fiú dom." (You do not even know me.) She stated still chuckling. He caught her gaze again and her laughter ceased as she realised he was serious.
"An ní stopadh dom ó mian leo tú Camorra." (Does not stop me from wanting you Camorra.) He said voice soft and sinsere. "Ach an chéad-chéad go mbainfidh tú a bás." (But first- first you'll have to die.) He continued and suddenly his voice was hard and Camorra's mouth was open in shock as two sharp fangs appeared from his gums. Just before she summoned enough breath to scream for help from her sleeping warriors, Godric swiped the sword out of her hands and picked her up around the middle before speeding away through the trees, in to the dark and away from the light. He stopped once they were at the edge of a cliff and put the struggling female down. She was dizzy from the run and promptly fell to the ground before she tried to scurry away from Godric in fear. He inhaled deeply, the smell of fear was his favourite of smells.
"Cad atá tú?" (What are you?) She asked as she moved backwards, horror and fear evident on her beautiful face.
"Bás; b'fhéidir." (Death; perhaps) He said coldly as he strode towards her causing, her to pick up her pace which severely scratched up her hands making her wince in pain. To Camorra's obvious surprise Godric was suddenly kneeling in front of her and pinning her hands to the ground with such strength that it caused her unable to move. They were inches apart now and Camorra gasped out of both pain and something else entirely that she didn't want to think about right now. But then again she doubted she'd ever be able to think about it because she was pretty sure this boy monster was going to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it.
" Ní mian liom go bás." (I do not want to die.) She whispered quietly, knowing he would hear her. He regarded her carefully before releasing her hands and pushing her down so she lay on the cold ground, he then straddled her waist and put his hands on either side of her head. She looked up at him with big scared eyes and he smiled softly at her. She had the worst fear that he was going to rape her before killing her but to her relief he didn't. Instead he lent down to whisper in her ear.
"Dearbhófar do bhás ach a bheith gearr roimh ardú tú arís mar rud eile go hiomlán. Rud láidir sin agus álainn." (Your death will only be short before you rise again as something else entirely. Something so powerful and beautiful.) The words strangely enough, calmed her a little, or maybe it was the way he said them. "Mar sin, i bhfad níos mó chumhachtach agus go hálainn ansin atá agat cheana féin." (So much more powerful and beautiful then you already are.) He said this with his lips danceing over the flesh of her throat making Camorra gasp again and her heart rate speed up, for the last time. Godric thought without emotion as he inhaled her scent, musky with a hit of violets and sunshine. He then brushed his fangs against the skin of throat, enjoying the reaction he got from her, which was a slight shiver that vibrated through her entire body. It was time, he bit in to the soft skin and was rewarded with the sensation of thick, warm blood flowing out of the wound and in to his mouth. As he sucked the blood out of her body she gave a very low moan of not pain but pleasure and Godric had to stop him self from growling and giving in to his desires and have his way with her right then and there. After a while she began to get too weak to moan and wiggle around to Godric's relief, for he didn't think he could hold out any longer. It was when her eyes fluttered shut that Godric stopped draining her and slit his own wrist to feed her his blood. He pressed his wrist to her lips but she grunted and tried to turn her head away, her eyes still closed.
"Ní mór duit deoch amháin go hálainn!" (You must drink beautiful one!) He said urgently as he pried her lips apart with his free hand and the blood began to flow down her throat, after a moment or two she wrapped her hands around his wrist and began sucking at the wound to get the blood better and now it was his turn to moan. Godric worried that he wouldn't know when she had had enough blood to turn her, but when the time came he just knew, like instinct and he drew his wrist away and watched as the wound closed up almost immediately. Camorra sighed deeply before going completely still. She was dead to the world now, until she rose the next night. He had to get her and himself for that matter, underground for dawn was approaching.
Godric could only wonder what was going to become of her, but he knew that he'd mold her in to the perfect vampire. She'd be stubborn at first, he knew this from her attitude he had already encountered but soon she'd learn and then she would be his.
Forever.
His Warrior...
It was the sound of her voice, singing a melody of beauty, that first caught his attention. Godric had been running through the dense woods in Ireland but her voice made him stop and he changed direction and sped towards a clearing, where through the trees he glimpsed a group of humans sitting around the flickering flames of a fire, all men with the exception of a woman who was standing and Godric realised then
that she was the one singing the soft melody that had reached his ears. He tuned in and listened to the song.
"Tá mé 'mo shuí ó d'éirigh an ghealach aréir
Ag cur teineadh síos gan scíth 's á fadú go géar
Tá bunadh a' tí 'na luí 's tá mise liom féin
Tá na coiligh ag glaoch 's tá 'n saol ina gcodladh ach mé
Sheacht mh'anam déag do bhéal, do mhalaí 's do ghrua
Do shúil ghorm ghlé gheal fá'r thréig mé aiteas is suairc
Le cumhaidh i do dhiaidh ní léir dom an bealach a shiúl
Is a charaid mo chléibh tá na sléibhte ag gabháil idir mé 's tú...."
As he listened he studied the woman who was more of girl who looked just a little younger than himself, in appearance that is. She had a mass of red curls that flowed like a steady water fall down her back, she looked to be his height and her green eyes sparkled in the fire light. Her skin was as pale as milk and her body curved in all the right places. She was truly a vision of beauty. A thought that caused Godric to wonder why he was getting so attracted to this human girl. But his mind was already moving on and he wondered why she, a young, beautiful girl was in the company of so many men. Her clothes were like men's clothes, being brown leggings and a beige shirt that fell above her knees, she had a black cloak covering her shoulders and fur covered boots on her feet and she had a long sword strapped to her back. This should of been the first thing he noticed about her but he had been distracted by her beauty.
"Deireann lucht léinn gur cloíte an galar an grá
Char admhaigh mé é nó go raibh sé 'ndiaidh mo chroí 'stigh a chrá
Aicíd ró-ghéar, faraor nár sheachnaigh mé í
Chuir sí arraing 's céad go géar fríd cheartlár mo chroí
Casadh bean sí domh thíos ag Lios Bhéal an Áth'
'S d'fhiafraigh mé díthe an scaoilfeadh glais ar bith grá
'Sé dúirt sí os íseal I mbriathra soineanta sámh
Nuair a théann sé fán chroí Cha scaoiltear as é go brách..." When she finished singing the men cheered and the girl smiled which lit up her face and enhanced her beauty even more.
"Go raibh maith agat as do canadh dúinn!" (Thank you for singing for us!) A large bear like man called to her and the others murmured in agreement.
"Chanadh arís le do thoil?" (Sing again please?) A smaller man with a big beard said. The other men liked this man's words and repeated it causing the girl to sigh and place her hands on her hips. A action that caught every man's eye including his own. It drew attention to her hips and stuck her breasts out.
"Anois, anois mo laochra brave. Márta againn ó thuaidh ag an tús. Caithfidh tú a chodladh anois agus a choinneáil mé ag breathnú ar fad." (Now, now my brave warriors. We march north at dawn. You must sleep now while I keep watch a while.) She cooed in a silky voice, a voice Godric could listen to forever. There were a few grumbled protests from the men but they were silenced by a stern look from the girl and soon the clearing was silent except for the snores and light breathing of the warriors. It made sense to Godric now, the girl showed authority under her kind words, she must be the leader of this band of warriors. This intrigued Godric, after all he couldn't resist a warrior. He watched her as she sat in front of the fire and retrieved her sword from her back before scanning the clearing for sounds of disturbance. She didn't see him of course, for he was concealed in shadows. He smirked to himself at the prospect to be able to surprise her.
"Chanadh tú cosúil le aingeal." (You sing like an angel.) He had the satisfaction of seeing her jump before getting to her feat, sword raised.
"Cé go bhfuil!? Taispeáin féin!" (Who is there!? Show yourself!) She hissed in to the silence obviously not wanting to wake her sleeping warriors, a fact that Godric was very grateful for, otherwise he would have to kill them all and he really didn't want to do that. He didn't want to waste the energy. With a cold smile on his face he stepped out of the shadows and in to the fire light, directly in to the girls vision. Her eyes widened slightly and she pointed her sword at him so that it rested at the tip of his neck.
"Cé go bhfuil tú?" (Who are you?) Her voice was full of suspicion and also a little fear. He smirked but didn't answer her which seemed to make her angry as she sighed heavily and her eyes hardened like two gleaming green stones.
"Táim Camorra, iníon de Cleona." (I am Camorra, daughter of Cleona.) She stated thinking that if she started then he would be coaxed in to telling her who he was. Godric's smirk just grew more to her obvious annoyance. He wanted more information out of her before he told her anything. " Tá mé cheannaire ar na laochra ón gcósta thuaidh. Cé go bhfuil tú choimhthíoch?" (I am leader of the warriors from the northern shore. Who are you stranger?) Her voice was cool and calm but with a certain edge that suggested she'd lose it if he didn't answer her soon and impale him with her sword. There was a long silence.
"Táim Godric, teacht mé anseo ón Róimh." (I am Godric, I come here from Rome.) He said finally, eyeing the girl Camorra for a reaction to his words. He got one, for her eyes hardened and she applied more pressure to the sword so that it dug into his flesh but didn't pierce it.
"You are Rómhánach?" (You are Roman?) She asked sharply.
"Is ea." (Yes.) He replied warily, unsure as to why she was so aggravated at his heritage.
"Ansin ní ba cheart duit a bheith anseo! Tá sé seo ár talún agus ní bheidh againn dtagann ionas go héasca mar a rinne Albion!" (Then you should not be here! This is our land and we will not fall as easily as Albion!) Ah, that was it. She feared the Roman's would try to invade her home land. She did not know that the Romans were too scared to do such thing, too scared out the supposed savage barbarians that inhabited this tiny island. Godric smiled slightly at the thought which earned a glare from Camorra.
" Níl mé cuid de na arm Rómhánach a cuireadh i gcoinne Albion. Nach bhfuil Cogadh an chúis agam anseo." (I am not part of the Roman armies sent against Albion. War is not the reason I am here.) He replied smoothly and she seemed to relax a little and point her sword away from his neck. A mistake in Godric's view.
"Ansin, cad é?" (Then what is?) She asked suspicion rising again. He regarded her a few moments before replying. The flicker of the fire cast shadows over her pale skin and made her eyes appear very dark. If he hadn't known he was going to change her before, he was diffidently going to do so now. She would make a good vampire, and she would be his. He had looked for years for the right person to be his first childe and now he had found her.
"Go raibh mé ach ag gabháil tríd, go dtí go mbeidh a chonaic mé tú." (Just passing through, until I saw you.) He said in a low voice as he looked her directly in the eyes, not glamoring her but making a connection that meant more than words. Camorra let out a soft gasp before seeming to get herself together as she raised the sword again, unsure of Godric's intentions and slightly confused by his words.
"Agus cén fáth, bhí Rómhánach bhfaca mé stopadh tú foirm leanúnach chun pas a fháil trí?" (And why, Roman did seeing me stop you form continuing to pass through?) She asked her voice shaking slightly but otherwise cool and controlled.
"Is mian liom leat!"(I want you!) He growled out letting his emotions get the better of him then, as he grabbed her arm. She looked quite surprised and his touch obviously effected her but then she chuckled quietly surprising Godric himself.
"Níl a fhios fiú dom." (You do not even know me.) She stated still chuckling. He caught her gaze again and her laughter ceased as she realised he was serious.
"An ní stopadh dom ó mian leo tú Camorra." (Does not stop me from wanting you Camorra.) He said voice soft and sinsere. "Ach an chéad-chéad go mbainfidh tú a bás." (But first- first you'll have to die.) He continued and suddenly his voice was hard and Camorra's mouth was open in shock as two sharp fangs appeared from his gums. Just before she summoned enough breath to scream for help from her sleeping warriors, Godric swiped the sword out of her hands and picked her up around the middle before speeding away through the trees, in to the dark and away from the light. He stopped once they were at the edge of a cliff and put the struggling female down. She was dizzy from the run and promptly fell to the ground before she tried to scurry away from Godric in fear. He inhaled deeply, the smell of fear was his favourite of smells.
"Cad atá tú?" (What are you?) She asked as she moved backwards, horror and fear evident on her beautiful face.
"Bás; b'fhéidir." (Death; perhaps) He said coldly as he strode towards her causing, her to pick up her pace which severely scratched up her hands making her wince in pain. To Camorra's obvious surprise Godric was suddenly kneeling in front of her and pinning her hands to the ground with such strength that it caused her unable to move. They were inches apart now and Camorra gasped out of both pain and something else entirely that she didn't want to think about right now. But then again she doubted she'd ever be able to think about it because she was pretty sure this boy monster was going to kill her and there was nothing she could do about it.
" Ní mian liom go bás." (I do not want to die.) She whispered quietly, knowing he would hear her. He regarded her carefully before releasing her hands and pushing her down so she lay on the cold ground, he then straddled her waist and put his hands on either side of her head. She looked up at him with big scared eyes and he smiled softly at her. She had the worst fear that he was going to rape her before killing her but to her relief he didn't. Instead he lent down to whisper in her ear.
"Dearbhófar do bhás ach a bheith gearr roimh ardú tú arís mar rud eile go hiomlán. Rud láidir sin agus álainn." (Your death will only be short before you rise again as something else entirely. Something so powerful and beautiful.) The words strangely enough, calmed her a little, or maybe it was the way he said them. "Mar sin, i bhfad níos mó chumhachtach agus go hálainn ansin atá agat cheana féin." (So much more powerful and beautiful then you already are.) He said this with his lips danceing over the flesh of her throat making Camorra gasp again and her heart rate speed up, for the last time. Godric thought without emotion as he inhaled her scent, musky with a hit of violets and sunshine. He then brushed his fangs against the skin of throat, enjoying the reaction he got from her, which was a slight shiver that vibrated through her entire body. It was time, he bit in to the soft skin and was rewarded with the sensation of thick, warm blood flowing out of the wound and in to his mouth. As he sucked the blood out of her body she gave a very low moan of not pain but pleasure and Godric had to stop him self from growling and giving in to his desires and have his way with her right then and there. After a while she began to get too weak to moan and wiggle around to Godric's relief, for he didn't think he could hold out any longer. It was when her eyes fluttered shut that Godric stopped draining her and slit his own wrist to feed her his blood. He pressed his wrist to her lips but she grunted and tried to turn her head away, her eyes still closed.
"Ní mór duit deoch amháin go hálainn!" (You must drink beautiful one!) He said urgently as he pried her lips apart with his free hand and the blood began to flow down her throat, after a moment or two she wrapped her hands around his wrist and began sucking at the wound to get the blood better and now it was his turn to moan. Godric worried that he wouldn't know when she had had enough blood to turn her, but when the time came he just knew, like instinct and he drew his wrist away and watched as the wound closed up almost immediately. Camorra sighed deeply before going completely still. She was dead to the world now, until she rose the next night. He had to get her and himself for that matter, underground for dawn was approaching.
Godric could only wonder what was going to become of her, but he knew that he'd mold her in to the perfect vampire. She'd be stubborn at first, he knew this from her attitude he had already encountered but soon she'd learn and then she would be his.
Forever.
His Warrior...
