Author's Note: So I hope this chapter answers most of your questions, but I didn't want to give too much away.

At first I was still a bit unsure how to portray Valerie and Godric and worried about putting humor in the story. But then I reminded myself that Valerie was still only 17 so of course she's going to be a stupid and immature so I made her a bit goofy. Besides I think it's cute how Godric gets confused by her moods and antics, like she's his Rose to Doctor Who (for all those who watch Doctor Who). Anyway, I just wanted to make that clear, it's kind of stupid how I'm defending my OC lol.

On a ANOTHER note, (all apologies) I know in the first chapter I described Godric having "green eyes" which I assumed were the actor's eye color after all my research and squinting at photos (that being the total of two pictures lol). Then I recently read on True Blood wiki that his eyes are actually "pale blue" (it's not my fault the photos I used had bad lighting). I bit my lip, unsure whether to go back and edit or leave it. So I'm going to shamelessly claim this as being apart of my *planned* AU-ness.

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My Dark Angel

The boy at my window

"Still no sign of Vampy?," Candy asked.

'Vampy' was short for 'Vampy-the-vigilante', a nickname I had bestowed upon Godric. I didn't want to share his name with the anyone out of jealousy, I wanted to be the only one who knew of him.

"No," I lied.

I thought it was best not to say anything about the other night, especially when I hadn't figured out what Godric meant. He was an intriguing being who liked to speak in riddles and completely fuck with my head.

"Oh, honey," Candy sympathized.

"Did you guys hear anything about the unconscious trucker found in the parking lot last night?" Heather, one of the women who also worked at the club, asked.

My eyes widened and I turned my back to their conversation, pretending to tidy up the glasses. Obviously I would be the last person they would acuse to be involved in an incident such as that, but it couldn't hurt to keep a low profile.

"Probably another drunk," Candy dismissed.

"He was found covered in his own blood, but doesn't remember a single thing," Heather replied.

"Do you reckon he got mugged?"

"Na, he still had his wallet."

"Ladies, what's all this gossip about?"

I knocked a couple of glasses down out of shock, breaking two of them accidentally. I spun around to see it was Micheal, the club's manager and owner. He always had the habit of creeping up on people by surprise. A habit I highly disliked.

"You're paying for that," Micheal said.

I rolled my eyes once he looked away. Stingy bastard.

"We were talking about the trucker from last night," Heather explained.

"Oh, that's the least of my problems," he said.

I was relieved to see Micheal not worrying about it. The incident occurred outside his club, so he couldn't give a rat's ass. But I could tell he was somewhat disappointed that the truck driver didn't of pass out after he left the club - that way, Micheal would feel that his money didn't go to waste instead of being 'supposedly mugged'.

"Lately there's been a decrease in customers," Micheal said.

"Really? I thought the place was getting busier," I replied.

"It has, but recently I've noticed on the security cameras most of the men who leave the bar and enter the bathroom never seem to come back," he said, eyeballing me strangely. "Do you know anything about that?"

Why the hell was he staring at me for? What could I have done? I just serve the drinks. And break a few glasses here and there. And maybe put myself endanger to see a vampire.

"Don't interrogate her Mikey!" Candy scowled. "I think you should lay off the V for a while, your paranoia's getting worse," she added.

"Hey ladies," Dante arrived into the club.

He was picking me up tonight to go out for drinks. Even though I was still very much underage, most of the classless bars very much didn't care. After Dante had a meet and greet with everyone, the group dispersed once Micheal told them to go back to work.

"The nuns would be rolling in their graves if the saw you working here," Dante said as he watched a topless dancer casually stroll past.

My sister and I grew up in an orphanage run by nuns - something I was often teased about. By the time she turned eighteen and I was fourteen, she was eligible to inherit our parents' inheritance and could afford for us to live on our own. However, we somehow split up and I ended working at a strip club and she ended up... dead.

I grabbed my handbag and walked outside with Dante into the parking lot.

"Hold this for a second," he said, while digging into his backpack for a cigarette.

He threw his keys over to me and a fiddled around to catch them.

"Ow!" I hissed.

One of his keyrings had managed to cut my finger. Moments after, a small crimson drop began to emerge.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's just a cut," I brushed off.

A haunting breeze brushed past and an uncomfortable silence fell upon us. I could hear rushes of wind circle around us. Looking around carefully, I stayed on the alert at all times. I sensed unfamiliar auras that did not feel too good.

"What's wrong?" Dante asked, taking a drag on his cigarette.

"I thought I heard something," I said, sharply narrowing my eyes.

"Did Micheal get you all hopped up on V?" He interrogated, placing a firm hand on his hip.

I felt another breeze that sent chills down my spine, but this time Dante felt it too. Three black streaks swept around us until we were huddled together in fear. The streaks of color came to a halt to form three rogue looking men before us. Click. Three pairs of fangs extended from their teeth.

"Hello darling, I've been looking everywhere for you," the middle man grinned.

Dante frantically searched through his backpack. I hoped he had some silver or a bottle of True Blood to fiend them off. Instead he whipped out a massive wooden cross. The only affect it seemed to have on the vampires was that it caused them to break down in laughter.

"You carry that around?" I asked, staring at him like he was an idiot.

"Ever since you told me 'bout your run-in with a vampire I thought I'd come prepared incase," he said.

His hand was shaking feverishly and couldn't stop. Within less than a blink of an eye, the middle vampire appeared right in front of Dante. Dante's eyes widen and he attempted to remain brave by shoving the cross further into the vampire's face. The vampire's grin only grew bigger and he grabbed the cross from Dante's clutch and effortlessly snapped it in half. I raised my arms to unfasten my necklace, but the vampire's vicious eyes quickly fell onto me.

"Don't," he snarled.

Slowly, I dropped my arms back down.

"Aren't we lucky? We have the girl and a snack for the trip home," the vampire smiled.

His two croonies cackled along with him. One of the vampires sped up towards me. I jumped and gasped like a jolt of electricity had run through me. His breath ran goosebumps down my neck.

"I've been waiting seventeen years for this moment," he whispered in my ear.

Splat.

The vampire disolved into crimson stringy remains of blood onto the ground. I was frozen, staring dumbfoundedly at Godric who's outstretched hand was covered in blood.

"OH MY GOD!" Dante screamed.

The vampire in front of Dante went to grab him by the neck, but Godric was fast enough to push the vampire away and bite into it's neck. The third vampire ran up to Dante while Godric was busy and clutched his throat.

Without realizing what I was even doing, I picked up the broken wooden cross and stabbed the vampire in the back. The vampire howled in agony and exploded into blood like the other two, some splattering onto Dante's face.

"Go," Godric said.

"But-," I began.

"I'll clean up the mess, just get home," he ordered.

I nodded my head and grabbed Dante by the hand, dragging him to the car. He had turned pale white and quivered uncontrollably, he was in shock. Even I didn't realize what was going on at the moment. Dallas vampires were known to do whatever they wanted, but I just never thought that they would be as open about it.

I drove like a maniac home and threw Dante into the shower. He needed to calm down or else I'd probably have to take him to hospital. I went into my room and began changing into a new set of clothes, I had managed to get a bit of vampire guts on me. I didn't even know that vampires did that when they died.

I turned around to put my shirt on and spotted floating outside the window was Godric.

"Oh my God!" I yelped and quickly pulled the shirt down.

I opened the window and looked down. This was a six story building and we were on the fifth floor. I didn't know vampires could fly. He was fast, he was already in a new set of clothing and didn't have a single drop of blood on him.

"I'm... so sorry," he said coyly, looking away, avoiding all eye contact.

"It's okay," I replied awkwardly. "You cleaned quick. How did you know where I lived?"

"There is a lot that I have to explain to you, I didn't expect this time to come so soon," he said.

I waited patiently for him to enter, but he remained still floating in the air outside.

"Vampires can not enter a human's home unless they are invited," he said finally.

"Oh right! How rude of me," I said. "Would you please come in?"

He levitated inside and landed his feet softy onto the ground. He looked around the bedroom, curiously looking around from my photos on the wall to my teddy bear. He lightly traced the Harry Potter book on my bed side. It was the first time I'd ever let a guy into my room that wasn't Dante, so I was bit embarrassed. My face began to burn up because the whole bedroom was just screaming 'VIRGIN'.

I led him out into the living room and sat him down on the couch. I was about to offer him something to drink until I remembered he was a vampire and might take that the wrong way. Not that I thought he's the type to jump and attack as soon as he got the okay since he had already saved me three times now, but I didn't want to imply the wrong message.

I had snatched a cigarette off Dante to calm down my nerves, I was still a bit antsy. I usually didn't smoke, but I think that after tonight was an exception. My hands couldn't stop shaking as I lit up.

"Smoking is bad for your health," Godric said, breaking the silence.

I shot him a dark glance. I think smoking was the least of my problems right about now.

"Start talking," I snapped bitterly.

"I don't know where to start," he said.

"How 'bout from the beginning?" I said. "How 'bout you explain to me why the fuck a bunch of crazy vampires are stalking me?"

I couldn't help taking my anxiousness out on him. I know he saved me again for the third time, but now it was becoming ridiculous. I was dealing with vampires, mythical nightmares that I discovered were real only a few months ago.

To make matters worse, I killed a fucking vampire. I was a raging, vampire-killing machine. I couldn't believe what I had done, it was like I had no control for my own body - which is EXACTLY what every murderer says. I know vampires didn't have rights yet, but I still counted as a murderer. I didn't know if I should confess to the police. But what if the other vampires found out? Does the vampire world have their own form of crime and punishment? If so, should I be scared? It was only until now after processing the following events, that I realized my actions.

"They were after your blood," he answered.

"Of course they were, they're vampires!" I yelled.

He appeared a bit taken back. I keep forgetting that he too was a vampire, because he was a lot different then the ones I had recently encountered. I must have offended him. I felt even worse because it was like I had dragged Dante into this whole mess. I gaped my mouth to apologize but he beat me to the punch.

"But they wouldn't have bitten you," he said.

"Did they only wanna sniff?" I asked sarcastically.

"There is something about your blood no vampires can resist, but are not physically capable of drinking. Like how I was not able to enter your home without an invitation. Your blood is special and rare, I believe they were trying to kidnap you instead," he explained.

"Why?" I asked.

"I haven't figured that part out yet," he answered.

A moment of silence broke between us. I looked away, unsure of where to begin. So many questions filled my mind, it felt like my head was about to burst.

"Then what do you want with me?" I asked, watching carefully, suddenly growing suspicious and cautious.

"There is no need to fear me, I am not here to harm you. I am a vampire sherriff in Dallas. There are a group of vampires after you and ever since you were a child I have been watching over you," he explained.

Every answer seemed to leave me with another question. My whole life he's had been lurking in the shadows protecting me. I didn't know whether to call the police or say thank you. This whole time their had been a group of merciless vampires after me and I was completely oblivious of the danger.

A nun once told me when I was little that I had a guardian angel, claiming she had even seen him. I thought she was simply preaching, but now that I think back, could she have been talking about him? No wonder it felt like I knew him.

"Are you the reason why all those customers from the bar have disappeared?" I asked.

"Yes. Whenever they would to go to the men's room, I would soon follow after and glamour them into forgetting they had ever met you and to leave through the back door. I could not risk the possibility they were working for the other vampires," he answered.

So in a way Micheal was right, I did have something to do with it without knowing.

"And glamour is vampire for...?" I asked.

"A form of hypnotism," he said.

"You've never used it on me?" I asked slowly, narrowing my eyes sharply.

"No of course not, but even if I tried it would fail to work because of your rare blood," he said.

"Right," I said, pretending to sound like I knew what he meant.

"Recently, I had learnt that the group of vampires were in the area. That's why I gave you all that money because I hoped you would leave, but clearly I was wrong. And why I urged you not to allow any of you blood to be spilled incase they smelled the scent," he said.

"But I..." I began, "killed," I whispered, "a vampire tonight, what will happen to me? Aren't more vampires going to come after me out of revenge now?" I asked.

"I can assure you, I will make sure nothing happens to you," he reassured.

He was confident in what he was saying, which only comforted me even more. His concerned and strong gaze made it hard for me to stare at him. A light burn in my cheeks began while I fought to remain eye contact.

"But why do all this? I mean, I understand that your a sheriff, but why do you constantly go out of your way for me?" I asked.

"I was assigned to protect you, ever since the day your parents were murdered," he answered.

"Murdered?" I paused. "My parents died in a car crash."

My heart and split into pieces.

Godric's body tensed up and his jaw had tightened. He was the first to break eye contact and stood up.

"I'm sorry, I must go," he said.

"Oh no you don't," I said standing up. "Wait! Please."

I couldn't believe he was pulling this shit again. I grabbed his wrist and he turned around, his eyes following up my arm to meet mine. I didn't care that he was a vampire or if he didn't liked to be touch, there were more important things going on at this moment.

"They're... They're my parents. Don't you think I have a right to know what happened to them?" I asked, looking deeply into his pale green eyes.

"Please forgive me, but you can not know - not yet at least," he said.

Although his face was still as stone, his eyes were soft and empathetic. He's done more than enough for me already, earning some of my trust. Hesitantly, I let go and watched him slide open the balcony door. He disappeared off into the night as the 'super-vampire' I thought he was.

This is what it must have felt like to be Mary Jane, except replace Spiderman with a vampire sheriff. Then replace the Green Goblin with a bunch of vampires who want me, yet can't drink me. What do you get? The life of Valerie Van Helsing, your average strip club bartender.