Disclaimer: I do not own any True Blood's character. They belong to HBO and Charlaine Harris.

Except for Original ones. This happens way, way, way before Godric turns 'good'. So now, he's 'evil' – really evil. Don't hate, cause I really have to think up of ways he can be evil and I'm not good with villains.

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There was always that itch. Take a leap, take that step of faith, take that gun and shoot. I did and the result wasn't too good. I stood looking at the young lad in front of me. He looked surprised.

I was too.

He couldn't be older than me much. The most, he looked one or two years older. My hands shivered uncontrollably and the gun fell to the ground, I was trembling with fear. "I'm, I'm… sorry... but I had to do this…" I tried explaining as he coughed and blood got onto his shirt. Spurts of red stained his white pristine top.

I held him as his knees fell to the ground, his breath came slow and laboured as he gasped for air. His face was pale against the harsh florescent light, pale and immensely good-looking. I didn't know why they chose him. But he had to die, and I had to kill. It was do, or die for me.

"I'll stay here with you. My god, I'm so, so, so sorry…" I whispered softly as a sea of emotions smothered me. I was confused, frightened and sad. Sad that he was the chosen target. But one ought not to question the Leader. One just follows. And I wanted to be a follower so badly.

"Why?" He asked. His dark eyes held mine.

I couldn't help but noticed his lashes against his cheek. I was helplessly drawn like moths to the light. At least it was quiet in this hour. And on one was around.

I smiled sadly, "You were chosen, they said you're….ah….evil? I don't see why, I don't understand why. I'm sorry the world's like that. I'm sorry the world's this cruel. I was abandoned because…. Never mind. But, It's the only way they'll accept me. I want them to like me, so, so much. I'm sorry. Sorry, sorry, sorry…." I ended up crying and babbling. Who babbles to someone who was about to die? And I was babbling to the person that I had just shot, who also was dying in my arms. I wiped away my tears and took a deep firm breath,

"I'm sorry."

He winced and closed his eyes, "Stop…. saying….you're sorry…." He said slowly as if each word weighed a ton. Which it probably did but I nodded my head, then paused since he probably couldn't see me now. I recalled reading somewhere that when one dies from a slow loss of blood, the organs would stop functioning bit by bit and the person would be in agony till his final death.

I felt immensely apologetic thinking about it already.

"Ok. I apologise." Then stopped myself as he opened his eyes tiredly to look at me as if daring me to utter the word 'sorry' again.

He sighed, "Could I ask a favour of you….?" He waited for my name politely.

"Poppy. My name's Poppy. Sure, anything. Ask away." I perked myself up, pretty sure that I wanted to at least make his last journey a good one. I even smiled a little despite the dire circumstances.

"Could you…please bury me?"

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"You did what?" My distant cousin, Desmond choked when I told him what had happened.

We were in the Fellowship of the Sun camp compound and I had to sneak into the place in order to see him. Thankfully, it wasn't that guarded or far away. He didn't look happy when he had to sneak out the planning room they were in and I saw that there were about ten of them in there through the door and a leader, one of the Newlins clan who had a Fellowship of the Sun T-shirt on with the name Mick. Talk about organised.

I saw their elaborate plans on the white board and the picture that said 'Most Wanted', followed by a big X that said, "An Abomination: Needs to be eliminated immediately" and a familiar picture.

"I told you, I killed that guy." I pointed to the picture behind him and Desmond eyeballed me.

He looked at me as though I had just beamed down from mothership and was a visiting visitor from the other planets.

"I'm telling you, Desmond, I killed that guy," I repeated as I took out my mobile, "I know it's tacky, but I had no choice. I figured you wouldn't believe it so I took a photo."

I showed him and this time, he was stunned silent. "Oh my god, you've really killed him…Poppy. You did it. Unbelievable," He looked exuberant, as if Christmas came early.

And I was the one who had delivered the good news. I felt accepted for a change.

Desmond pulled me into the room and he clapped his hands, "Guys. Listen, this is Poppy, my step-cousin. She said she killed Godric."

Godric, so that was his name, I thought despite myself. But more than that, I was happy to hear Desmond acknowledge me as family. He was my cousin from the maternal side.

My maternal relatives had shown clearly that they wanted nothing to do with me. They had made it clear the moment my mother died from her illness that I was nothing but a shame to their name. They hated anything 'weird'. They said I was different, and that my father was one of those 'supes'. I didn't know who he was, or what he was.

All my life, I've been viewed as an oddity, but the truth was, I'm as human as a human can be.

I had no supernatural powers, no exceptional strength or x-ray vision.

I couldn't even sing to save myself.

I felt like smacking myself. All my life, I had tried to show them, my only kin relations, that I was normal. But tonight changed it all. I should have known better.

"So, you were saying you killed and buried him?" Mick, the group leader asked with a raised brow and he looked suspicious. I was positively sure I glowed as I said, "I shot him and he collapsed and then I buried him as he requested. But, what did he do that's so bad?"

I couldn't imagine what a young teenage boy could do that's so bad to warrant this relentless death warrant fixation on him.

Mick just looked at me, or behind me as he realised what was wrong with my statement, "It's not What, Poppy. It's who he is…. He's a vampire, which means…normal guns wouldn't kill him. And he's the most vicious among them all. They didn't call him a psycho for nothing. They say…He takes pleasure in killing humans, torturing them even just for the fun of it …and, we're about to find that out…." Mick paused as I held my breath, feeling the change of air behind me as someone uttered softly into my ears, "…Thanks to you."

Godric whispered.

And then, all hell broke loose.

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I was pretty sure I had vomited out everything that was in my stomach. He held a wastepaper bin out and the moment I saw his face, I vomited again.

"I would normally take that as offensive," Godric uttered as he pulled my hair away from my face and I flinched. He noticed that obviously, but normal human etiquettes didn't affect him much I supposed.

He bent down to peer at me, curious. I was strapped to the chair in a darkened hotel room, apparently this hotel was catered to his kind since no matter how much I screamed or shouted (till my voice was hoarse), No one, Not a single person came out to help me.

All of them regarded him with a certain air of respect as they inclined their head to a slight bow or some just looked plainly in awe at him. Someone had some street cred.

He tossed me onto the bed, then realising that I had ran to the door, he moved with supernatural speed to strap me onto the chair instead. Apparently, this hotel came with nylon cords and handcuffs.

"Behave," Godric said absently as he tossed his shirt to the ground and headed for the shower. I noticed strange symbolic tattoos on him, but more than that, I could still see his blood and the bullet hole on the white t-shirt that I had shot him in.

If only I knew then, that he wasn't a human but a vampire, I would have brought a stake instead of a gun. And I had buried him then, which only aided his recovery while I felt truly sorry for killing him.

Sorry, my ass. I shuddered to think about what had happened in the Fellowship of the Sun camp. All that bodies, all that blood and gore. I shut my eyes out of reflex but the image was already imprinted into my head.

He took such sick pleasure in draining them; making me watch as they screamed in pain which made he smile even wider. I felt cold all over.

He came out just then, all fresh and clean. And I resolved to not look at his face. Futile, that resolve. He grabbed my face to look at him and sighed, "What… are you?"

That's a good question. Prior to tonight, I was one hundred percent sure I was human.

However, when Godric was about to attack my cousin Desmond who had conveniently yanked me to shield him, I had given out a bright ray of light that deflected Godric himself and successfully protected both Desmond and I.

Godric looked stunned initially. Thereafter, he simply looked on at me with a sense of intrigue, almost as though I was the most interesting thing he has ever seen in awhile. Desmond, taking that opportunity, had ran away as fast as he could. I knew Godric could have easily caught up to him if he wanted, yet he was too fixated on me to bother about Desmond.

Apparently, I was unnatural.

Even to a two thousand year old vampire. Damnit.

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