A/N: Before we begin, I would like to state that I haven't ever written True Blood fiction, and I'm very nervous, but I'm going to put my best efforts forward to create an original fiction. I'm trying to stay as close to the original story line and angle as possible, but be forewarned, I will be making changes, mostly very small, when I see fit. I have researched the mythology I'm using for my main character, but I make no claims of being an expert, if I get something wrong, please tell me and I will make the necessary changes, so long as they do not hinder the progress or angle of the fiction. And lastly, this will be a Godric centric fiction. I fell in love with his character immediately and I've been itching to write a fiction centered on him ever since. Foot notes will be used at the bottom as needed. Without further ado, The Undine
"I'd never put much thought into the existence of vampires. As a child, I had written them off as another mythical creature that only came to life through the written words of a book, or in old wives tales told to scare young children. They were intriguing, yes, but I had quickly lost interest in them after Steven Kora, my next door neighbor's son, had bullied me nonstop for weeks when I had read about them. The older boy was quick to point out that the stories I was reading were just that, stories. Fiction. A figment of an author's imagination. I had moved on to the next creature without a second thought on the dark world that included vampires.
I was shell shocked, to say the least, when vampires decided to 'come out of the coffin'. At first, it was hard to wrap my mind around the concept. Vampires are real. They exist. They walk on the same plane as we do. As you can imagine, it was extremely unsettling. Why wouldn't it be? These creatures are highly advanced hunters, with the strength of 10,000 men, not to mention faster than a speeding bullet. Every sense in their bodies is tuned to a fine point. The perfect predator. Void of a conscious. A killing machine who feels no remorse, no joy and no sorrow. "
I paused in my debate, looking around the college classroom. I could see the looks of approval filtering through onto some faces.
"But, I'm afraid I must point out an obvious fact."
Several eyebrows rose.
"Fellow students, the fact of the matter is, we don't know for certain that vampires are emotionless killing machines. We can't prove that they are bloodlust driven beings that live only for the kill. And while, yes, we could generalize an entire species based upon blind fear and senseless hatred, I would like to believe that we, as human beings, are far more sensible than that. I would like to believe that we will not allow ignorance and impudence to rule our minds. Yes, I am aware that there are members of the vampire community that have proven themselves to be….unsavory, and because of this, our interpretation of these creatures has been skewed and twisted and manipulated, created solely on the one angle we were presented. We have condemned an entire race to the flames, my friends. How are we to truly learn about and learn from vampires, if we refuse to even acknowledge them as more than bloodthirsty killers?"
I could see that my words were affecting the class, some more positively than others.
"I'm not asking you to run through the streets at night, screaming that you'd like to make new friends." A few muffled chuckles echoed in the room."I'm simply asking that you keep an open mind to the vampire community, and give those who would like to integrate into our society a fair and fighting chance to prove themselves worthy." I took a moment to glance around the room."I believe, in my heart, that these creatures are able to feel and empathize and evolve, but how can they if we won't give them the chance? How are we ever to coexist? The answer is we cannot. We must come to a compromise, a way to peacefully live among one another, before our hatred consumes us all."
I stepped down from the podium and made my way back up to my seat, fully aware of the heated glares directed at my back. Most in this class would not agree with my opinion, but it really didn't bother me. This was a debate based upon opinion and facts. Feathers were bound to get ruffled.
"Thank you, Ms. Maverick. Excellent as always. Mr. Gabbard, I do believe you were next."
Professor Wagner clapped politely and motioned for Kurt Gabbard to take the podium, his own debate for the vampire issue ready and waiting. I settled into my seat further, knowing that the slew of vampire hate that was about to come out of Kurt's mouth would, no doubt, go on for much too long.
The Undine. The Undine. The Undine. The Undine. The Undine. The Undine. The Undine. The Undine.
It wasn't until I had finished loading the last of my school supplies into the trunk of my car, that I felt the heated stare burning into the back of my skull. Turning cautiously, I found myself being inspected by two men. They sat across the road on a local bus stop bench. The first of them was a bald man who could stand to lose more than a few pounds. He was, it appeared, of average height with a heavier frame. Beady eyes regarded me, mocking me. He wiped a hand down the front of his stained shirt, then again over the rough material of his denim jeans. He swung his boot-clad foot lightly, scuffing it against the pavement. The other man was considerably more well kept, reminding me of a cat the way he constantly preened at himself and adjusted his tie. He too, appeared of average height and build, with short, mousy brown hair that was styled up and out of his face. Oddly enough, he wore a suit that made you think he had just come from church, paired with a shiny black set of shoes. As soon as they noticed me observing them, they were on their feet and headed my way. I hurried to shut the trunk of my car, hauling ass to the driver's side, then fumbling to get the door unlocked.
" Ms. Maverick?"
I jumped lightly at the sudden question, then turned, coming face-to-chest with the prissy man in a suit. I raised a blonde brow slightly, suddenly wishing that I had just skipped tonight's class like I had originally wanted to. Shifting my purse from my right shoulder to the left one, I tightened the grip I had on my car keys in my right hand. Something was really off about these two, and it was starting to give me the creeps.
"Didn't your mother teach you it's rude to ask someone's name without introducing yourself first?" I inwardly noted the sour look that crossed his face. He opened his mouth and gaped at me for a good moment before regaining his composure and straightening. He stepped closer, crowding into my personal space.
"Of course, how rude of me. My name is Steve Newlin, and this fine fellow is my good friend, Gabe. May we have a word with you?" His voice was sweet, sickeningly so. The hair on the back of my neck and on my arms rose instantaneously, and something in me told me that this was a conversation I did not want to have.
"No. I have places to be and people to see. Have a nice night, gentlemen."
The look on their faces was priceless. Easily climbing into my junky car, I started the engine and roared past them down the street. Looking in my rearview mirror I could see the two goons still rooted to the same spot I had left them. Something really was off about those two, and I certainly didn't plan on sticking around to figure out what it was.
A/N: This fiction, unfortunately, does not have a Beta. Any mistakes you see are mine and if you would PM them to me I will fix ASAP. Please rate, review, and follow!