Hi Guys, I know that I said I wouldn't start a new story before Through The Gate was finished buuuut...True Blood just sucked me back in to its story line! Especially since I discovered that it's already up to its seventh season! Last time I watched TB it only had four. But the real reason I'm back on the TB Bandwagon is because I rewatched Season Two and Oh My God! Godric just invaded my mind with all his sexy glory and tear jerkin death...now on with the Show! I've rambled enough.

I don't own True Blood, but if I did my poor Godric would be alive! T-T

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I stormed angrily through the dark streets of Dallas with my suitcase rolling noisily behind me, occasionally hitting a crack in the cement and veering to the side, which only pissed me off more.

Not four hours before I had been happily walking home after a boring day of school, only to get home to find a packed suitcase sitting on the doorstep with a note attached to it telling me to get out and never come back. I thought it was a joke at first so I decided to stay on my doorstep till my parents came back, only to be greeted by a very pissed off father yelling at me to leave or he'd call the cops.

When I had asked him why he was kicking me out he had yelled that I was adopted and that he and, who I thought was, my mother were sick of dealing with me and having to support my lazy ass.

So I told them to go fuck themselves before grabbing my suitcase and storming off, somehow walking from the Dallas suburbs to its bustling inner city before sun set, which happened half an hour ago.

I had no idea where I was or where I was going; I just had to find someplace to stay that wasn't a dark and damp alleyway. Just then the sky opened up and started pissing down rain.

"Oh just great!" I hissed as I stomped my foot, my hair starting to stick to my pale skin.

I brushed the soaked strands of my bright red hair, which had become a damp dark blood-red color, out of my light blue eyes. I huffed and continued walking, looking for a relatively dry place to sit, which ended up just being the side of the road when I got to frustrated and gave up looking for someplace dry, considering I was already soaked and chilled to the bone.

I wrapped my arms around myself when my teeth stated to chatter and my legs started to shake, not I good night to be wearing nothing but a singlet and jeans. I quickly unzipped my suitcase slightly and dug through it for my favorite black hoody, which I found and quickly threw on.

When I finally stopped shaking I threw my hood over my head and hugged my knees to my chest, burring my face in my knees. The situation was finally sinking in: I was a sixteen year old girl all alone on the dark streets of Dallas, Texas without any money or anywhere to go.

My eyes burned and my throat felt tight as I tried not to cry, I mean, what the fuck? What had I done so wrong?

For as long as I could remember I had tried to be the perfect daughter: A little over average grades, doing everything my parents asked and never going out to party. That was mostly due to the fact I didn't exactly have a social life, though.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of wet tires on the road and I sighed, being reminded that I had to get out of this rain. But as I stood I took notice of the car that had stopped right in front of me.

"Hey, are you okay there Sweetheart?"

I looked at the small and sweet looking blond woman that peered at me from her car and nodded.

"Well what are you doing out this late, and in the rain? Your parents are surely worried about you." She asked with a worried frown on her face.

I flinched slightly at the word 'Parents' and looked down at my feet. "Actually, my parents kind of kicked me out." I mumbled.

"Oh you poor girl" The woman had a look of pity on her face. "Do you have anywhere to go?"

I shook my head silently and after not getting an answer from the woman I glanced up, thinking she could have just driven off. But she was just sitting there, a thinking expression on her face before she suddenly lit up with a smile and turned to me.

"I know a place where you can stay, my husband runs it! Would you like a ride there?" she chirped happily.

I was sincerely surprised by her offer, I was just a strange teenager out in the rain to her, and yet she was offering me a place to stay. "A-Are you sure your husband wouldn't mind?"

The blond woman beamed. "Oh I'm sure he'll just love you, and besides, I can't turn away someone in need!"

I smiled back at the beaming woman. "Thank you ma'am, really." And with that the woman popped the boot of her car for me to chuck my suit case in before sitting in the passenger sit next to her.

"Sorry about getting your seats wet." I said sheepishly as I put my seatbelt on.

"Oh don't worry about that Dear." She chirped as she started to drive. "I'm Sarah by the way."

I smiled at Sarah's enthusiasm.

"Nice to meet you Sarah, I'm Melody, but you can just call me Mel."

"Well it's nice to meet you too, Mel. You don't mind if I go get my husband before I take you to our home, do you?"

I shook my head with a smile. "Not at all."

I was a little bit surprised when Sarah pulled into the parking lot of a rather large church.

"So…" I whispered to Sarah, still a bit at awe of the church. "This is where your husband works?"

"Yes. Isn't it just amazing?"

I had to agree with Sarah. Even though I wasn't a religious person I still found the church very stunning. But as Sarah and I approached the entrance I saw two men guarding the door armed with silver chains and stakes.

Chains and stakes!?

I decided to voice my thoughts once we were inside. "Why did those people have chains and stakes, Sarah?"

Sarah suddenly stopped at my question and started fidgeting nervously. "Uh well-"

"Sarah!"

Sarah seemed to sigh in relief when a man dressed in a nice suit around her age with dark hair walked up beside her and put an arm around her waist.

The man, who I guessed was Sarah's husband, glanced at me before turning to his wife. "Who's this dear?"

"Oh, this is Melody. She needs a place to stay; the poor girl's parents kicked her out onto the street. You don't mind if she stays here do you?" Sarah asked, throwing me a smile.

The man turned to me. "Melody was it? I would be glad to let you stay at this church if you would like. My name is Steve Newlin." I shook his hand with a smile when he offered it to me.

"Thank you for letting me stay here Mr Newlin, I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it; I couldn't just turn away someone in need. Now if you don't mind me and Sarah will being heading home but if you need anything." Steve stopped and gestured to a very tall and hulking man that was building, said man came over. "Fell free to ask Gabe. And Gabe, show her to a place she can sleep."

The large man nodded and led me away as Sarah and Steve started toward the exit. I just barely had time to wave goodbye to Sarah before I was pulled a little roughly around a corner by Gabe.

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