Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from True Blood or any events that may be brought up in this story.

Authors Note: this starts when Godrick is taken by Steve Newlin and a few days before Sookie comes to save him.

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Chapter One

"Daddy!" I cried, running into his arms. I actually didn't like him as much as it may seem. He annoyed the life out of me, made me believe in things I don't know if I believed in, made me spend my life in church and now he was against vampires because apparently 'god didn't make them' how on earth would he know!

"Hi Baby" He said into my neck, smiling. I had just gotten back from my schools camp and I was so excited. I was in time for the churches lock in! Insert sarcasm here. I wish I could live at camp, the only time I escape the clutches of my father.
"Danielle! How are you darling" My step mother, Sarah Newlin, asked me. How I despised her.

"I'm good thank you" I said, putting on a fake smile, just like theirs.

I went into my room, above the church and threw my bags on the double bed. One good thing about have a father who thought the world about me was my things, I always got the best.

My father is Steve Newlin. Leader of the fellowship of the sons and preacher at the main church in Dallas. I don't know my mother. Dad has never even told me her name. My step mother, Sarah Newlin, is just as annoying and overly happy as my father, and equally devoted to this cause: Vampires are bad.

I put up the act, that they are, but secretly, I find them normal, just like any other animal and human. They do what they are meant to do to survive and that they are not a problem or a disease. They belong here just like everyone else.

Another reason I am against their views is that fact that I have a gift. I can heal people. It first happened when I was eight, I healed my own broken leg. My father didn't want me to be a prodegie, or some sort of 'gift of god' so he made me never to tell a soul. Also to never do it again.. I follow the rule, only healing myself. Simply because I don't want the attention.
I was average height, with blonde hair down to my waist. It was always tide up though, it was kept long on my fathers request.

I laid down on the bed, closing my eyes for a quick nap... what I didn't plan on was the dream that follows...

"Dani" A whispering voice said, coming from a man. He seemed almost angel-like, dressed in white and grey. "Dani" he repeated, calmly. His face was blurred by the blinding white light which surrounded him

I looked up at him, shielding my eyes by my hand. The light was intense. "Yes?" I asked, unable to be rude by saying 'what'

"Your time is coming. Follow your instincts and it will lead you to the right path. Be brave and you will be rewarded. I trust you Dani..."

Before I could reply I was awoken. "Danielle! Come downstairs, to the basement. See what we have for the lock in" My father called from the hallway.

I slipped off my bed and skipped downstairs into the basement, going over to my fathers side.

"Are you ready?" He asked excitedly.

I nodded, not really caring. My thoughts were more on my dream...what did it mean, why did it happen. Who was that man in my dreams?

He flicked on the light and there, stood against the wall, held down by silver chains, was the most amazingly looking vampire. He seemed strong, and powerful. But he also seemed tired. The chains were burning his flesh, leaving hot, red, raw and bloody marks. The burning flesh had filled the basement with a horrible smell.

"Dad, is...is he hurt?" I asked, worried about him, I am not sure why, but I felt like I should care for him.

"No honey, they don't hurt. They don't have feelings" He told me.

The vampire watched us intently. I walked over to him, he sniffed and went to move a hand but couldn't, the silver chains held him down. "Be careful honey" My father told me.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, looking at the chains.

"My throat. Please" He begged quietly, unable to say much.

I moved the chains against his throat and he took a deep breath. "Danielle! What are you doing!" My father screeched, who had turned to talk to someone.
"Dad! He couldn't breathe!" I explained.

"Come on Hun" he told me, pulling me outside. When there, he told me that they were going to burn him at the Lock in. I almost lost it. This is horrible, disgusting...mean.
"I'm going to bed early" I told my father. Walking away without turning back.

When there I waited until I heard my parents go into there room and then I opened the window and climbed out, running along the road toward the shop. I always did this, escaped the church. It was dark now, quiet.

Once at the shop, I picked up the thing I wanted. True blood. That vampire seemed sick. And if I knew any common sense, this should help.

The next day, I took two bottles of True Blood and poured it into two black drinking bottles. This way they couldn't question me. I sniffed it. It didn't smell bad but I decided that I wouldn't taste it, not sure what it would do to me, instead I went down toward the basement. When I was almost there, my father stopped me.

"Danielle, come say hello to this nice couple." He told me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders supportingly.

"This is my daughter, Danielle, she's 16 in June" He announced.

I smiled "Sorry, I'm actually really busy. Nice meeting you" I said quickly, not really caring about them.

I came to the basement door, to find no body guarding it. They must be getting ready for the lock in, it is tonight. I let myself in and almost ran down the stairs, eager to see this man again. He was worse than before, barely opening his eyes when I came down. There was more silver on him now and the burns in his body were deeper than yesterday. The smell of burning flesh was sickening.

I went over and quickly moved the ones from his throat.

He opened one eye and frowned "What are you doing here?" He asked me. He's voice was so attractive, so smooth.

"You seemed sick, I came to help" I said

"Stupid. I could kill you." He told me, when he spoke I saw his fangs.
"You wont" I said. I don't know how I knew, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I lifted up the bottle "True Blood?" I asked.

He opened both his eyes now and nodded. I opened the bottle and put it to his lips. He drank greedily. Once he finished it he sighed. I wiped the corner of his mouth and his eyes flashed to mine, I saw a weird burning desire in them.

"Thank you" He whispered.

"What is your name?" I asked him, sitting down in front of him.

"Godric. Yours is Danielle, right?"
"Danielle, yes. But I like Dani" I told him. "Only my parents call my Danielle."

"Dani, I like it" He mused. "Why are you helping me? Your the daughter of the man who started all this. I would think you'd be behind him"
"I guess your right. I should think just like him, shouldn't I?!" I said angrily, standing up and shoving the empty bottle behind a box. "We'll I thought that you would for some reason, would think that I was able to have my own beliefs! That someone with your own experience, for how many years you have been alive...would have realised I was my own person!" I cried, tears forming. I don't know why I was getting so angry. Everyone I had ever known as always expected me to be just like him. I hated it, I hated them. I even hated him.

"Dani, stop" He said calmly as I went to stomped upstairs.

I turned and found him staring at the door. "Hide" He said simply.

I did, I jumped off the stairs and ran behind a box near his wall. If he looked to the left, he could see me.

The door opened and footsteps came down the stairs. Godric faked tired, so I wouldn't get caught out.

"Wake up your filth." The voice of my father said.

Godric opened his eyes and frowned. "Mr. Newlin" he greeted.

"Shut up! Now, you are to do exactly as I say tonight. Understand!?" my dad ordered. "You are to be brought up into the area at 5am., tied to the cross outside. And then you will burn."

"Yes sir" Godric mumbled, closing his eyes.

My father sighed. "Sarah! Can you go and get Danielle, we need her with us for show during the lock in" He told Sarah.
"Of course" she said. Then my father went upstairs.

I came out and stared at Godric "Their going to kill you?" I asked him

"Apparently"

"Are you afraid? Do you want to die?" I asked him.

"I am not afraid...but I don't want to die...not like this"

I didn't say anything. Instead I undid his chains quietly and left him the other bottle of True Blood. "Good luck" I whispered.

He put a hand on my shoulder. "You will never be forgotten" he told me.

I smiled at him before running up the stairs, leaving the door wide open.

I didn't look back, if I did I don't know what I would do. I felt like I was connected for some reason...a reason I didn't understand.

I made my way to the lock in room and opened the big oak doors, causing everyone to look at me. Opps, the lock in must have already started. I walked up to my fathers side, smiling like my father and step mum did – overly happy. He grinned at me and through clenched teeth said angrily "Where have you been!?"

"Taking a shower" I lied, still smiling.

"Your hair isn't wet" He observed.

I sighed, letting my smile falter only once. "You can take a shower without getting your hair wet"

He gave me a look with his eyes and then surveyed the crowed. Beginning to speak about what they were going to do. When he got to the 'burn the vampire' part everyone cheered. While he spoke I went over to the front pew and laid down, causing my father to eye me disapprovingly.

Suddenly, alarms began and everyone was ushered outside and away from trouble. I snuck out of the stampede of worried people and hid behind a pillar, hoping to see what my father would do and maybe keep him from getting killed.

My fathers army came in surrounding and forcing two people into the middle of the room. One was a human, the same woman my parents were showing the church to before, she had blonde hair and big eyes that seemed to be taking in everything. The other was a vampire, extremely tall with brown hair slicked back. He seemed angry.

"Where's Godric?" He growled.

My father laughed, which caused the vampire to take a step toward him. I also took a step closer, hoping to not have to butt in. "Godric, is none of your concern any more"

I moved closer and soon I was right next to him. He gave me a odd look at my presence but I ignored him, moving closer. This was in hopes to protect him.

"If you have hurt Godric in any way, and do not tell me where he is, I will be forced to do something drastic." the tall man growled.

My father, being the idiot he is, told this giant vampire what he planned to do with Godric this caused him to become furious, especially when he mentioned Godrick meeting the sun. Then, my father became a bigger idiot "do not make threats at me" he said.

The big vampire growled again, showing his fangs and stepped closer.
"Godrick is safe" I told him, looking him sharply in his eyes. "He is not harmed"
My father turned to me "Danielle, do not speak to that evil being. He will corrupt you!"

"How do you know?" The tall one asked. I simply smiled at him.

"It doesn't matter. Men, bring him here, we have a ceremony to complete and whether it is this one of the other in the basement, either one will do."
While my fathers army chained the vampire the woman who was with him cried and screamed. "Don't hurt him! Eric, Fight back!"

So he is Eric, interesting. The woman was held back and cursed at my father and I, saying we would burn in hell.

I was silent while my father laughed "It is you who will burn. Along with your friend. Men, tie her to him, so they can burn together." he ordered.

He was wrong though, we will burn. Because we are evil.

"Sto-" But my pleas were frozen when the doors banged open and I was suddenly held against my will. Sometime pointy was placed at my neck. "No, please" I pleaded. I didn't want to die.

The man who held me began to speak. I blocked him out though. Suddenly afraid. I still did not think vampires were evil or an abomination, because they deserved to be here they were just saving their friends and family. But I wasn't ready to die yet. I still wanted to experience things. To live. I did not want to die only to know what it is like in my fathers world, a world I hated. The man was still speaking now and I started listening in. "Perhaps we will show Mr Newlin how it feels to loose family and friends. What do you say boys? Kill the girl?"

I sweated, tears fell from my eyes.

"Kill The Girl! Kill The Girl" They chanted.

"What do you say Newlin?" The man who held me asked.

My father did not object. I was torn up inside when I heard the words come from his mouth "Do it. It will only prove the monsters that you are"
I began to cry now, how could he...he was the monster, not them.

"Stan, Don't She's just a girl. Eric, stop him" The woman from before said, but it was drowned out by the chanting.

His teeth rested on my neck, I could feel the coolness of the tips. "Say goodbye" He whispered to me, kissing my neck.

I stared at my father, who didn't even look at me.

Just as Stan was about to pierce my neck, a big strong voice filled the room. "Stop" It said clearly.

As silly as it sounds, I could not see where the voice was coming from and because it sounded form above, I thought of only one person it could belong to...God

I cried in relief as the man released me but stopped the moment my fathers arms wrapped around me.

"Its okay Danielle, I'm here" he whispered.

I stood his arms still around me and turned to him, not caring I had a audience I slapped him. Hard. "Danielle!" he scolded.

"Fuck You" I shouted "Next time, gamble with your own life, then comfort me!"

"Danielle! How dare you. You are my daughter! Come back here this minute"

I had started to walk away but stopped when he said I was his daughter. "I was never your daughter. Never. I was never anyone's daughter! You saw me as just another one of your resources. Someone who you can shape, change and then dispose of because you have plenty of people at your hands. I didn't want to believe it, but that, just then proved it. When you wouldn't even try to save me. So, no, Steve Newlin, I will not listen to you. I never will. Goodbye" I said calmly.

Then I ran out of the room, tears following. From the corner of my eye I briefly saw Godric, He must have stopped them from killing me. I smiled sadly before continuing to leave the room. I ignored the urge to go to my room, but I did not want to take anything with me. Instead I went to the office, grabbed a bag and shoved money into it. Then I ran outside, people there questioned my frantic breaths but I ignored them, running past them and down the road. I stopped when I couldn't see the buildings any more and then walked into the forest, so no one passing could see. There, I sat down and thought.

I wasn't crying. I was tired though, very tired now. It was then, after almost dying, being handed over to die by my own father and after witnessing too many words against vampires, too many plans to massacre them, did I promise myself I would help them against people like my fa...like Steve Newlin.

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~Bexta03~