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Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first two seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Beta'ed by HartofBooks

Originally written by Demon Flame

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter Four: First Night (Part 1)


The only vampire, a vampire can trust is the vampire he made.

- Eric feeding off of Hadley (True blood Season 3, Episode 7)


"Sookie, we've landed," Godric whispered in her ear.

Her feet might be touching the ground (Well, not quite. She had wrapped her legs around Godric's hips at some point) and her nails may have drawn blood, but her lifeless heart was still plummeting from the six-hundred-foot drop. Sookie wondered how far her screams had carried as they flew, surely someone must have called something in. She had screamed herself hoarse and had probably damaged Godric's hearing in the process. Though, she couldn't feel too guilty about that as he gave her no warning that he would be flying them to his home.

"As much as I enjoy you wrapped around me like this," Godric said, his cool lips brushing the shell of her ear, "perhaps my front yard isn't the best place."

She hadn't realized that his hands were cupping her hind quarters until he gave them a firm squeeze. With a yelp, Sookie fell to the grass. At this point, grass stains would be a welcome splash of color to her wardrobe. She scrambled to her feet and glowered at the amused vampire before her.

"A little warning next time would be d," Sookie said with her hands on her hips. Maybe tomorrow she would cringe about scolding a vampire who was two thousand years her senior, but tonight he was getting a piece of her mind. "I've had enough surprises for one night, thank you."

"My apologies, Sookie."

He sure didn't look sorry.

"Next time, I promise to give you adequate warning."

She took a step back and gave an apprehensive glance to the night sky as though it would suck her back up into its inky blackness. "Next time?"

Godric ignored her question and began walking toward what must have been his house. It was a ranch style house that had more windows than walls. And here all this time she had thought 'glass house' was just a phrase. Sookie wondered how all those windows would work once the sun was up as she followed him inside. With neutral whites and gray's wall to wall, it was a far cry from Gran's house with the walls covered in family photos and the worn furniture that had lasted at least three generations. Everything was clean lines with minimal personality. Did Godric really live here? It didn't look like anyone lived here, there wasn't a personal touch in sight.

"Godric, you've returned."

Sookie turned to see a thin Hispanic woman in a sleek dress and high heels walk into the room. The woman was beautiful, though Sookie felt under scrutiny as the woman's gaze fell upon her. A faint whisper of Spanish drifted through her mind. Living in Bon Temps she didn't often come across someone who spoke English as a second language, but when she did, she only heard their thoughts in their native language. This woman was no different as it turned out so she didn't pay attention to the foreign words.

"Yes. Have there been any disturbances during my absence?" Godric asked, before turning to his right and leading the other woman and Sookie to what appeared to be an office. It was just as stream-lined as the rest of the house. In fact, she was the only thing out of place.

Godric took a seat at the glass desk and opened the thin and undoubtedly, expensive, laptop while the woman stood before the desk respectfully. Feeling supremely awkward, she hovered by the open door way and tried not to get anything dirty.

"There are two petitions for residence. I've looked over them both and they are now awaiting your approval. The King called and left a message to return his call at your earliest convenience. Sheriff Northman, in Louisiana, called as well and is waiting to hear from you."

The woman glanced to her again, her sparkling dark eyes taking in Sookie's dirty form. She tried not to fold in on herself, but it appeared to be a losing battle when faced with someone like her.

Godric had been nodding along while doing whatever it was he was doing on that laptop. "Is there anything else?"

The woman frowned and gave her another look over before reaching across the desk and grabbing a small TV remote. She aimed it at one of the interior walls by her and the television Sookie hadn't noticed before flicked on. A man with a head full of dark, thick brown hair and a lot of glowing white teeth sat at a desk with a woman equally as groomed.

"Local law enforcements are still searching for the body of a 19-year-old waitress from Bon Temps, Louisiana. The young woman was reported missing Tuesday evening by her employer. It was soon discovered that she was abducted from the parking lot of the Sandy Shore's Hotel where she and her employer were attending a convention."

Two pictures of women she couldn't recall replaced the news anchors. Both were bottled blonde with dark tans. The first one was probably a couple years her senior and the second looked old enough to know better than to wear that much make up. The pictures were mug shots.

"Patricia Lodder and Marian Kitsch were arrested this morning in connection to the disappearance. Both women admit to savagely beating the younger woman but claim that she was still alive when they left her. Police Chief Evanovich released a statement this morning after Lodder and Kitsch's arrest that it was unlikely the young woman survived the attack."

"You hate to hear that, Jim. Our hearts and prayers go out to her family in this difficult time. If you have any information in regards to this case, call the police hotline at the bottom of the screen."

The TV flicked off and she was left staring at a smooth black screen embedded in the wall. "That's me," Sookie said in a squeaky voice.

Sookie was ignored as the other vampire returned the remote to Godric's desk. "The investigating officers and news stations have been glamoured according to your instruction. No one will recognize her." She cast Sookie another glance and this time she could discern the questions that lay just beyond her dark eyes.

"Very good," Godric said. "Did you pick up the clothing as I asked you to?"

The woman nodded and finally Godric turned to address her. "Would you like to get cleaned up? We still have much to discuss before the approaching dawn." Sookie nodded because she didn't trust her voice not to come out like Minnie Mouse again. "Isabel, escort Sookie to my quarters?"

Isabel turned in her shiny alligator heels and led her out of the office and into the back of the house. Godric's room was at the end of the hall. "Your new clothes are on the desk. Once you have finished, return to Godric in his study," Isabel said, and then spun on her heel and left her standing alone in the hall.

"Your new clothes are on the desk. Once you have finished, return to Godric in his study." Isabel said, and then spun on her heel and left her standing alone in the hall.

Sookie wouldn't necessarily call her unfriendly, Isabel was just... vampire? Godric was the same almost, maybe it was a vampire thing. But then, did that mean I would turn out to be like them? Sookie hoped not, it seemed awful boring. She opened the door to Godric's room and was greeted with more clean lines and muted earth tones. Would it kill (again) someone to add something personal?


Isabel Beaumont was not surprised when Godric did come back on the first night. It was something he did once in a while, leaving without warning. But he would always leave a message behind on her desk or call her just after he had left. But she was surprised when Godric didn't come back on the second night, she became concerned. He had left a message, a quickly written note with instructions on it but no explanations. It was not like Godric to not check in at least once during his walkabouts.

However, she reminded herself that Godric was one of the oldest vampires on this side of the world. His disappearances from time to time shouldn't overly concern her. It was on the third night that he had sent word to the community in and surrounding Dallas. She'd become more than concerned.

It was even more surprising when Godric came walking through the door, bloody, dirty, and looking a bit worse for wear, near an hour after she had awoken for the evening. And who had followed him was a young woman in her mid 20s, average height, blond hair, striking blue eyes, and curvy but not heavy. She smelled of dirt and blood and death, but most of all Godric.

Isabel tuned her vampire senses to gear exactly what the woman was. And that was when she found it, the scent of a newly turned vampire. The woman beside Godric was his new progeny.

"Godric, you've returned," she stated.

Godric hadn't agreed to making a vampire in over eight hundred years, even though Isabel and the others urged him to. The last one he had made was over a thousand years ago. They worried he was becoming too alone, even inside the nest. A newborn would have given him an interest, a purpose beyond vampire politics, to combat the terrible weariness that eventually overcame ancient vampires. But he brushed off the idea. He seemed offended by the idea at the time. But Isabel looked at the woman in front of her. It seemed that Godric changed his mind.

She knew of his only other progeny Eric Northman, the Sheriff of Area 5 in Louisiana. She looked pretty, but did she have a brain? Isabel thought.

The woman across from her squinted her eyes slightly at her mental question.

"Yes. Have there been any disturbances during my absence?" Godric asked. Godric took a seat at the glass desk and opened the thin laptop while Isabel stood before the desk respectfully, mindful of the newborn behind her.

As Isabel relayed messages she had received in Godric's absence, she continued to glance in Sookie's direction, taking in the newborn's dirty form.

Godric had been nodding along while doing whatever he was doing on that laptop. "Is there anything else?"

Isabel frowned and gave Sookie another look over before reaching over the desk and grabbing a small TV remote. She aimed it at one of the interior walls by the young woman and the television flicked on. A man with a head full of dark, thick brown hair and a lot of glowing white teeth sat at a desk with a woman equally as groomed. Isabel directed the two vampire's attention to the TV screen, which was currently reporting on the newborn's disappearance and the circumstances surrounding it. As the news program continued, Isabel observed both Godric's and Sookie's reactions to the news.

"That's me." the newborn said, in a squeaky voice. The newborn seemed mild horrified at the site of new story. Godric merely watch the news stone-faced.

"The investigating officers and news stations have been glamoured according to your instruction. No one will recognize her," Isabel continued. She followed everything to the letter, she always did.

"Very good," Godric said. "Did you pick up the clothing as I asked you to?"

Isabel nodded then Godric turned to address the newborn behind her. "Would you like to get cleaned up? We still have much to discuss before the approaching dawn." the young woman nodded. "Isabel, escort Sookie to my quarters?"

Isabel nodded and turned in her alligator heels. She led Sookie out of the office and into the back of the house. Once at the end of the hall and said, "Your new clothes are on the desk. Once you have finished, return to Godric in his study." Isabel spun on her heel and left the newborn standing alone in the hall.

Isabel didn't know what to make of the young newborn. But one thing was for certain, Godric, being the vampire he was, would not leave her to fend on her own. She hoped.

To Be Continued…