Author's Note: I know the last thing I should be doing is start a new story. But I couldn't help myself! The actor playing Godric is just so gosh darn cute that Godric deserved his own story.
I decided to approach the story with a "Who are you?" sort of thing instead of a "What are you?" which has kind been already done with Sookie and all so I aimed for something different.
The story takes place just after "vampires came out of the coffins" and it might go a bit AU.
Anyway I hope you enjoy! Please don't hesitate to review or send me feed back. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit off the characters and story line that rightfully belong to the creators of True Blood.
My Dark Angel
Who are you?
For a place that was for the lost and lonely, it wasn't so bad. The club was tinted with pink fluorescent lighting, with a thick haze of smoke. The low murmurs of horny old men were inaudible over the music.
Yes I worked at a strip club. But thankfully not as stripper, I was a bartender. Even though it was illegal for a seventeen year old girl to be working in a place like this, the seedy old manager didn't seem to mind. He even offered me the opportunity to make more money on the pole, but I much preferred working behind the bar fully clothed.
It wasn't so bad. The tips and pay was enough to support myself and the women here were your typical strippers with a heart of gold. Whenever customers did ever get a little rowdy I could always count on the bouncer to come to my rescue.
However tonight was unusually busier then most nights. Ever since vampires came out of the coffins into mainstream the club recieved a lot more business.
"Hey darlin'," a crusty old man winked and grinned with his yellow stained teeth, reeking of alcohol.
"What can a get ya?" I smiled.
Having to act friendly with a perverted old man who's undressing you with their eyes use to send shivers down my spine. But if it earned me more tips, I had to adjust.
"How 'bout you come outside with me into the alleyway then?" He smirked.
"How 'bout a beer instead?" I said, trying my best to not react to his comment.
"I'll give ya fifty bucks if you come outside with me," he said.
I think I was more offended by the fact that he thought I was worth only fifty dollars.
"I'm sure there are plenty of other women in here fit for your 'needs', but I don't provide services. I do however, provide the alcohol," I said hastily changing topics.
I plopped a bottle of beer on the counter in front of him. His hand wrapped tightly around my wrist. No matter how much a tugged and pulled, I failed to escape his grasp.
"You're gonna come with whether you want to or not," he said in a low tone.
His clutch tightened even more and started to hurt. I kept on pulling away except more faster and desperate now, and looked around for any sight of a bouncer.
"She said she wasn't interested."
Both our heads twisted to the hooded figure who sat only a few stools away. I remembered the mysterious hooded man. I had never seen his face, but he was always here whenever I worked nights, but would never order a drink. He would simply sit at the bar and remain quiet and still like a statue.
"And what's a twirp like you gonna do?" He cackled with a raspy voice.
The man turned his head slightly, revealing his sharp emerald eyes. His eyes were bright, yet still and somewhat empty.
"Go. Now," he growled.
The crusty old man let go, snatching the beer and walked away muttering incoherent curses. Struck with relief and gratitude, I walked over to the hooded man.
"What can I get you? Drinks on me," I said.
He looked up and finally saw his face for the first time. To my surprise, he was only just a boy no older than I was. Despite his youthful appearance, all the colour from his face was drained leaving a ghostly pale complexion.
"Can I see some ID please?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
It wasn't the first time an underaged kid walked in here. As long as they had pockets full of cash, it wasn't a problem to the manager. But it was still concerning for me, then again who was I to judge?
"How old are you?" He asked, turning the tables onto me.
"Old enough," I cleared my throat and straightened my posture.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Older than you I can assure," he said.
And then it finally clicked in my mind. I've served his kind before, but none were as youthful looking as he was. It was scary yet sad.
"Are you a vamp-?" I exclaimed.
"How much?" He said.
"What?" I asked, furrowing down my eyebrows.
"How much?" He repeated.
"I already said drink was on me," I said.
"No, I mean as in how much would you charge for you company?" He explained.
"Like I said earlier, I don't offer those services-," I said.
"I'll give you a thousand dollars," he said.
My eyes widened. Usually I never took offers for my "company" into consideration, but a thousand dollars was a lot of money. I really did the money. However, I didn't want to sell myself short. As much as I respected the women here who did those sort of things, it just wasn't for me. Besides, some of the women who worked here told me that vampires liked to... bite during, you know. I wasn't prepared for any of it.
Maybe I could take the money. Sure stealing was wrong, but he was a vampire, I'm sure he had plenty more since they're known to of gathered a hefty amount of money over their years of living. A thousand dollars to him was nothing.
Myth has it that silver burns their skin. All I had to do was take off my silver necklace and burn it into his face and run away with the money.
"I'll get someone to man the registers," I said.
I told him to wait outside for me in the parking lot while I told the manager I had some "business" to take care of. The manager thought I was finally moving up in the world and proposed that maybe one day I could offer him my "services". What can you expect from a seedy strip club?
I walked outside into the parking lot with my necklace tucked inside my curled fist. It was dark and there were no bouncers, so it looked like I was on my own. The night breeze prickled the hairs up on the back of my neck.
Crash.
I snapped my head around and saw a shadow emerge from the alleyway. It was the old man from the bar, stumbling out into the parking lot. Great a drunk and a vampire. The highlight of my night.
"I knew you'd come 'round," he slurred, approaching me.
I paced backwards, looking around swiftly for anyone. He was a lot bigger then I was and could easily throw me around like a piece of meat. My heart started to beat faster and I stumbled backwards because of my quivering knees.
Shit, I was in some trouble now.
Suddenly within a blink of an eye, a black streak zoomed past. It was him, the vampire. The heavy drunk was pinned up against the brick wall by the throat. I heard vampires were strong, but I didn't know to this extent.
The drunk's face was turning a light shade of purple. His legs were swinging wildly and he desperately tried to fight his way out of the vampire's grip.
"This is the only chance I'm giving you. Come here again and you're dead," the vampire boy hissed.
He dropped the drunk to the ground who landed with a thud. Without even glancing back, he scurried away just like the pathetic excuse of human being he was. The vampire turned and approached me.
Heart beating even faster now, I took in a deep breath and swung my fist. I didn't even realize he had caught my wrist until moments later. The silver cross of the necklace dropped and dangled from side to side only inches away from his face.
"You don't need to do that. I won't hurt you," he said.
I didn't say anything and never broke eye contact. His hand was icy cold, just like the night. His facial expression was still like it had been sculptured. For some reason, I wasn't quite as afraid of him then the drunk.
"Here," he said, dropping my wrist.
He threw out a thick bundle of cash and threw it over to me. I gasped in shock and stared wide-eyed. By the looks of it, I had to be holding at least a thousand dollars.
"I don't want to see you here again either. It's too dangerous for a young girl like you," he said.
Still in shock, I looked up at him.
"But why?" I asked.
"Don't you know there are vampires out here?" He smirked.
It took me a while to realize he was actually teasing. For the first time his face had lightened up, but only by a little bit. He turned around, getting ready to depart.
"Wait!" I called out. "Who are you?"
"A vampire," he replied.
It wasn't quite the answer I was expecting. Wait did vampires even have names? I couldn't help my ignorance, the existence of vampires only just came to surface a few months ago.
I felt a frosty breeze brush past me and he was gone. I wasn't the least bit afraid of the thought of him, but intrigued. I wanted to know more about him. Who was he?