A/N: So, hello everyone. This is my first fic, here at Fanfiction . net, and hopefully, it will not be my last. This story came about because there is only one GodricXOC story on this whole site. What is up with that? He's my favorite character. (Well, one of them.) And so, here is my story. I haven't had this beta'd, so please forgive any mistakes (and please point them out to me so I can fix them). And does anyone know the song I stole the title from? Kudos to you if you know. Well, that's all for now. I hope everyone enjoys the first chapter!

A Different Today than Yesterday

Chapter One: Exodus

With you, these streets are heaven.
Now home feels so foreign.
They told me I was mistaken, infatuated,
And I was afraid to trust my hunches.
Now I am ready.
Utada – Exodus '04

"Did you hear? There's a vampire in the basement and we're going to sacrifice him at dawn!" the voice of Mrs. Louis trilled as she tried to whisper to her gossip buddies. Mrs. Louis never could whisper, even if it would save her life.

"Oh, yes! I heard he is over 2,000 years old! Can you believe it? It has been around for that long and no one's done the sensible thing and ended its miserable…being," one of the gossips whispered harshly. I could hear the disapproval in her aging voice.

As the old bats went back and forth about the mysterious vampire in the basement, I tried to lean closer and closer to them to hear. The laughter of little kids and the chatter of the adults were making it hard to eavesdrop. Really, a vampire in the Light of Day Church? That was impossible, right?

"Why if it isn't little Bishop Pennington! My how you have grown up! Steve will be shocked to see you now," the peppy voice of Sarah Newlin gushed causing me to give a startled shriek. Mrs. Newlin seemed slightly surprised at my squawk, but her smile never faded. Calming my beating heart I gave her my brightest smile. I had always liked Mrs. Newlin. When I was younger, she used to babysit me. She was the nicest person I had ever met. While I never admitted it out loud, I always wanted to be just like her.

"Ms. Sarah, what a pleasure to see you! I didn't think we'd get time to talk with all of the people here. And it doesn't seem like the flood of people is going to stop soon!"

Mrs. Newlin gave a twinkling laugh. "Yes, that's just what we like to see. I just came over to say 'hi.' I needed a break from greeting everyone at the door," she confessed. It made me feel a bit badly that she had to greet all of us by herself. Normally Steve was right there with her.

"Oh, of course! You deserve a break, Ms. Sarah."

My remark caused her to blush with humbleness. We went on for a little while longer before she decided she had to get back to work. I offered to greet the members of the lock-in with her so that she didn't have to do it all by herself, but she rebuked me. She didn't want to take away any of the fun the lock-in had to offer.

Although, what fun she was referring to is still questionable. I had been to plenty of lock-ins, but none at the Light of Day Church itself. So far, it was more boring than the others I had been to, probably because of the sheer volume of people attending.

Absolutely bored, I began to pace the sanctuary. While pacing, bits of conversations attacked my ears. About 60% of the conversations were about the vampire hidden in the basement. Although, I guess he wouldn't be considered hidden if everyone seemed to know where he was.

A few of the organizers began to ask everyone to get situated for the lock-in, it was about to begin. With a shrug, I made my way to the bathroom, only to discover it completely filled with prepubescent girls asking if their make-up and hair looked alright. Sighing, I hurried off to a bathroom on the next floor. Thankfully, no one was in that bathroom and I was free from the shallow talk of girls.

After what was, admittedly, a long period of time, I raced out of the bathroom hoping that the doors hadn't been locked yet. To my alarm, the members of the congregation were not in the sanctuary having fun, but surrounding the doors armed with guns, silver, and grimaces.

My sister, Laura, waved me over to her, a stake in one hand and a delicate chain of silver in the other. "There is a vampire in the sanctuary with Steve! Here, put this around you so you can protect yourself," she said as she wrapped the chain of silver around my neck, letting the ends fall to reach just above my knees.

A large man motioned for us all to file into the sanctuary. I was terrified. The first thing I saw as we marched into the sanctuary was a pretty blonde woman being restrained by a few male members of the congregation. The next thing was her giant of a companion who looked coldly calm juxtaposed to her livid demeanor.

Steve began another one of his "vampires are evil" monologues while being interrupted every few minutes by the blonde woman, whom it seemed, was named Sookie Stackhouse.

I had to look away when the blond vampire was held down by a long chain of silver, but the sizzling sound that came from the action still rang through my ears. This wasn't right.

No, it was perfectly righteous. He was a vampire, a child of Satan. They all deserved to die.

But, did they really? Once, they had to be human, with human emotions, with human family members, with human lives. Would killing a vampire be considered as a sin? It is a sin to murder a fellow human, does the same apply to vampires?

I was confused, so confused. So many things I had been taught as a child argued that vampires were deadly creatures that should perish while my own mind disagreed quietly. It made me think of Ms. Sarah before she married Steve. She had been pretty and peppy then too, but she and her sister had supported vampires. Only the disappearance of her sister had changed her mind. But how was anyone to know what happened to her sister? A body was never found. Perhaps she had simply run away and all of Ms. Sarah's hatred had been wrongly placed.

My thoughts were giving me a headache and the situation wasn't any better now than it was before. I secretly hoped the vampire got away, along with Sookie.

Suddenly, doors to the sanctuary flew open and another vampire stood before us. Within minutes, what seemed to be a vampire army surrounded us all. I think we were all scared, trembling with terror.

None of us wanted to die.

There was more arguing about things I didn't understand before Steve pulled a gun on Sookie. I was genuinely terrified for her. Without warning, Steve cried in pain as the sound of a gun shot rang through the air. A man that looked strangely familiar held a pain ball gun; clearly he was the one who had shot Steve.

It was then that I realized why he looked familiar; he was Sookie Stackhouse's brother. More fighting and arguing waged until suddenly, vampires grabbed as many of us as possible, pushing our heads to the side to reveal our necks. I almost screamed when the pale arm of a pretty vampire slid around my waist while her other hand yanked my hair aside.

"Enough!" an unfamiliar voice reverberated through the room. Everyone looked up to see a figure dressed in an off-white outfit.

He was beautiful. Breathtaking. Exotic. Dangerous. He was a vampire. That much I could tell.

This new vampire addressed a male vampire in a cowboy get-up. "These people have not harmed me. See, we can co-exist."

He then proceeded to ask Steve for peace, which Steve readily turned down. "Kill me. Do it. Jesus will protect me," he said as he kneeled before the original blond vampire.

"I am actually older than your Jesus. I wish I could have known him, but I missed it," the vampire said off-handedly. In a different situation, I would have laughed.

Suddenly, the vampire was pulling Steve up by his neck. "Good people, who of you are willing to die for this man's madness?" he asked the crowd. Silence echoed back at him. He gave a knowing look to us all. "That's what I thought."

"People, go home, it's over now."

Slowly, the vampires around me were releasing the humans. The vampire that held me gave me a final squeeze before she let her arms drop. I was hesitant to leave like the others. Steve's weak cries asking us not to leave him sent chills up my spine, but still I didn't want to leave.

Apparently, neither did another man. He stood behind the cowboy vampire while I stood closer to the sanctuary doors. After a short time, the man walked through the doors, forcing me to go as well.

Trying to go as slowly as possible, I took baby steps to the front doors. My frustrating sluggishness was rewarded only seconds later, however. The vampire, the one the cowboy called "Sheriff," walked through the sanctuary doors.

Flinging my caution to the wind, I strode up to him causing him to halt his purposeful march. He stared curiously at me as I shook before him. I didn't do well with males of my own species, so to think that I could talk to one of his species was laughable.

"Um…I, uh, wanted to, um, thank you…for saving us. You really didn't have to. I mean, I'm glad you did, but, uh, I, well," I stuttered before he cut me off.

"Truly, it was my duty to keep everyone safe, both vampire and human. I thank you for your manners, however."

With that, I knew I was dismissed. He returned to his trek to where ever it was he was headed. With the last of my courage, for after that night, my courage was down to its final drops, I managed to shout to him, "My name's Bishop! What's yours?"

He turned slightly with an amused smile. "Godric." And then he was gone.

"Bishop, what are you doing conversing with that creature of Hell?" Laura growled as she placed a steel grip on my arm. Even though Laura was my younger sister, she still managed to treat me as the younger one. With an angry frown, I yanked my arm from her grasp.

"Leave me alone Laura. I was just thanking him for saving us."

Laura looked at me with disgust. "He didn't save us. It was his kind's fault that it happened in the first place. It was God who saved us," she sneered.

I couldn't help rolling my eyes. Unfortunately, Laura noticed. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth pursed into a straight line. This was a tell-tale sign that she was about to explode. With a sigh I grabbed her bicep and began to lead her to our car. "Forget about, Laura. I didn't mean anything by it and I am most certainly not going to see him again. So you don't have to worry."

Laura didn't respond to me and instead threw herself into the passenger seat. She didn't even buckle up. The ride home was made in silence.