A/N: Hey there! So I admit I am eternally behind in the True Blood series, I am currently in the middle of season four, but hey do I really need to be caught up if I am writing about a character they killed off? I also have not read the books, I have attempted to do extensive research on Godric though. So anyways after reading a bunch of OC Godric stories I had to write my own. This is loosely based off an idea I had for an original story, and I just wanted a little feed back and direction before undertaking an original story. As always I do not own True Blood or their characters only my plot and my characters. So let me know what you think!

Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting

Godric heard the faint sound o f growling in the deep woods. Curious as to the reason behind it, the vampire slowly turned his pace around and began following it. He liked walking at a slower pace this time of night. All the humans were normally asleep and woods seemed so at peace. Most of these trees in Louisiana were not even a fraction of his age, however he did marvel at their ability to seemingly dwarf other trees. There thick trunks and gnarled roots often told a nasty history, but their beauty was something he could not deny.

Closer to the growls now, he realized they came from werewolves. Perhaps a pack he thought noting the abundance of different pitched growls. He was about to move on, not wanting to get involved with a pack not in his territory before he caught the scent of blood. It was faint, but it defiantly was human. Curious as to why werewolves where hunting down a human, he once again set foot towards the growling pack. This time he crept forward with a more trained approach, a predators approach. From his tree perch he leaned over to look at the scene before his eyes.

A young looking female was propped up against a tree, along her body were many cuts, scraps and a few bite marks all trickling blood. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, as she faced her many attackers. What looked to be the alpha of the pack, based on his size, was slowly stalking up to her. Scared, she tried to move but merely flinched in pain, there was no escape. Godric stood rooted to the spot by his confusion,

What are they doing to her? Why?, raced his head.

He could tell the alpha was ready to end the hunt but he could not force himself to leave his perch despite not wanting to witness this cruelty. The girl shakily pulled something out of her pocket, Godric leaned closer to get a look at what it was. He was hoping it would explain this mess,

Perhaps she had stolen something from the wolves, he pondered.

His confusion only grew when he noticed that it merely was an old deck of tarot cards. She took her eyes off the alpha and began shuffling. The alpha, furious at the gesture, raised a paw and connected with her face. It knocked her over from her leaning position and added a new gash from blood to seep from. However she pulled the top card off the deck and looked at it. A slight grin graced her features before it turned into a grimace. She put her arm out and began to push herself back into her position against the tree. The alpha glared at her and barred his teeth but before he could get his growl out it stopped confused by her knew action. Now that she was more or less sitting against the tree she had turned the card she pulled from the top of the deck around as to show the werewolf what it was. The wolf took in the image and crouched down for a final attack. Until the card started glowing.

The blue white glow engulfed the whole card and the girls hand. Then a beam shot out of it, to crackled and splintered on its was to the intended target of the alpha. One slight whiff of the burnt air around it signaled to Godric it was a bolt of lightning. Enthralled in the mystery of the girl, Godric watched as she turned the card to face the others in the pack sending bolts their way as well. The wolves broke formation as the assault confused them as well. She continued her attack sending bolts of lightning in every direction she could. Some of the pack left running far away from the girl, others helped their comrades hit by more vicious bolts up to flee as well. Only the alpha seemed intent on finishing what he started.

Unable to hide any longer, Godric lept down from his tree right behind the wolf closing in for the kill. As the wolf's jaws opened above the girls throat, Godric reached out and grabbed a chunk of flesh and fur on the wolves back and flung him into the nearest tree. The wolf sprung back ready to fight the vampire before looking around and realizing he would be making this stand alone. He gave one last longingly look towards the girl before retreating.

Now the wolves were gone Godric turned to face the girl fully for the first time. She looked exhausted.

It seems her little trick took a lot out of her, or perhaps the blood loss finally caught up with her

Upon mentally mentioning the blood, Godric's body became more aware of it's presence, his mouth watered at the smell, having not fed in awhile. He shook his head at the thought and crouched down next to her. Her eyes still held fear, but she was clearly too tired to do anything about it.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you" Godric said comfortingly.

He took a good surveying look at her, there was a lot of open wounds, clearly a lot of blood was lost. Her hair was wild with twigs and mud, clearly she had tried to run away from the wolves and tripped several times. Her short jean shorts and plain green shirt also held mud and blood on several places. The way she flinched while she took her shallow breaths indicated she probably broke a rib or two. Her wrist that wasn't holding the card was swollen as well as an ankle. In conclusion she was in pretty bad shape.

He turned back to her face and looked at her eyes, they were a deep forest green and held a slight curiosity at the vampire's actions. He sighed knowing that if he was ever going to satiate his curiosity about the girl, he had to take her home. He went to slide one of his arms under her knees and the other behind her back, however before he could get a good grip she wriggled out of his grasp. Her eyes held a glimmer of fury at him.

"Come on now," Godric began, "you are hurt pretty bad. Let me help you." She shook her head from side to side as quickly as she could in her current condition. Godric looked around only about an hour till sunrise he didn't really have time to argue if he was going to make it back to his place before dawn. He sighed regretting the action he was going to have to do to make this work. He looked back into her eyes, reaching into her mind with his.

"You will come with me so I can take care of you," He said in a commanding voice. She merely looked back with a vacant stare and slowly but surely nodded. Releasing her from his glamour, Godric once again went to cradle the girl, who did not fight back this time. He scooped her up and began a fast pace towards his home in Dallas. The girl must have finally gave into exhaustion because she was slightly dosing by the time he reached his home. He walked in the front door, and noticed Isabel and Hugo on the couch.

"Oh good I was a little worried you wouldn't make it in time. Godric what is that?" Isabel stared looking at the limp form in Godric's arms.

Instead of answering Godric turned to Hugo, "Hugo you are to watch over her during the day and give her everything she wants, but she is not to leave this house." Hugo merely nodded confused as Godric began taking her up the stairs to one of the empty spare bedrooms. Isabel followed him. "Godric do you really think it's wise that she stay here? Who is she?" She continued questioning him. He laid her down on the bed and turned and looked at her.

"Isabel, I don't know why but I just know I have to take care of her." He said looking at the younger vampire dead in the eyes. She nodded, "I will be downstairs if you need anything."

He nodded still in thought, of course he knew part of him was curious about what she was, and why there werewolves had attacked her, but he new what he said to Isabel was true. There was some unknown part of him that just needed to make sure she was alright, a part of him that seemed to awaken when he saw that smile grace her features when she looked at that card.

The card! He suddenly remembered. He looked down to her left hand and still clutched in it was the card. He gently turned her wrist over to reveal what was on it. He smirked, it showed the Lightening Struck Tower.

How appropriate, he thought. A little laugh escaped his lips before he could stop them. The noise caused the girl on the bed to jolt awake. The sudden movement caused her to wince in pain.

"Sorry. Here you should take some of my blood, it will help you heal."Godric said, biting his wrist, and offering the open wound to her. She shook her head and with what strength she could muster pushed the bleeding wound from her mouth.

"Why are you so difficult?" He said with a slight smirk on his face as he delicately removed a stubborn strand of her sandy blonde hair behind her ear. Knowing it wasn't fair to glamour her into doing something that would affect her as much as drinking his blood he decided against it. He could see that she was still tired and probably would slip into unconsciousness soon.

"Alright you don't have to drink it, but you do have to tell me your name" He said still stroking her hair.

She looked away from him and chewed her bottom lip a little before looking back at him. "Abina."

"Hello Abina, I am Godric." He replied a bit formally. The girl tilted her head with a half smile before her eyes seemed to force themselves shut on their own accord.

"Well let's at least clean you up a bit." Godric said more to himself than the now asleep girl. He quickly ran out of the room and gather what he needed from the house, a bowl of warm water, some towels, some bandages to wrap her wounds, and some extra clothes.

"Isabel," he called as he settled down next to her body, "tell Hugo to put down the hurricane shutters I don't think I will make it in the ground before dawn." She nodded and went to tell her human before she retired for the day.

Godric looked at the girl unsure where to start. He sighed before leaning over her to slowly lift her shirt off her. He moved her hair to one side knowing he wouldn't be able to deal with that. He dipped the washcloth in the bowl of warm water and wrung it out before trying to scrub some of the blood off. His mouth watered again at the all to real sight of his life force. While some of the earlier inflicted wounds were starting to form clots, the newer ones especially the one on her check were still oozing blood. It had been over a week since he had actually tasted a human. An internal debate began in his head.

She clearly is unconsciousness she wouldn't know. But you would know and she is clearly not a willing donor. But what if she tries to run tomorrow, just a taste would at least help me find her. You could easily track her down by scent, and it's clear she can't run. But it would just be a taste.

Finally he gave in to temptation.

"Just a taste." He repeated to himself as he put his hand under her chin and pulled the still bleeding cheek to him. His tongue darted out and licked along the line of the gash. It was a weird sensation, of course he could tell she was A positive, his favorite, but there was something else there. Something that kept sending tingles over his tongue, something he couldn't quite place.

Perhaps it's because it's not fresh. He mused. He decided he needed a taste fresh from the source. He looked over her body, she would notice marks on her neck and wrist. The thigh seemed to … personal for this kind of thing. He settled on the veins he could barely make out right above her breasts.

Not unreasonable for her to assume she sustained some type of injury there other than a vampire bite. His reasoned, while his eyes stared at a vein right at the upper curve of her assets. Slowly he inched toward it, his fangs out. Settling into his area of choice he closed his eyes and took a deep breath enjoying the feeling of being this close to her. He bit down, breaking the skin and welcoming the warm blood flowing into his mouth. He felt the sensation again, first a mere tingle that went from his tongue to the rest of his body, but then it intensified feeling more like sparks shooting through his limbs. Regretfully he stopped, tasting her body was pushed to the limit and loosing more blood wasn't going to help. He finished the cleaning job he started, musing over the sensation he felt while feeding on this strange girl. After dressing her in clean clothes and wrapping her wounds, he looked over at the clock. It was a good thing he had the hurricane shutters pulled down because the sun was definitely up now. He walked to the door and gave the girl one last glance before running down to his basement to sleep.

As he closed his eyes ready to sleep for the day one last word passed through his lips.

"Abina."

A/N: For those who don't know, the lightning struck tower means a sudden severe change in life, or a dramatic event. Please review if you can or just sign up for alerts. I should have the second chapter up soon just proof reading it. Also I do not currently have a beta and if you would be interested or know someone message me and we shall discuss it.