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Summary: Formerly I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Maker. 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
Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.
Chapter Fourteen: Lost and Found
The feeling didn't creep in until late in the night. However, the pain settled in faster and did go away when fed as it usually did. That was when he realized that it wasn't his hunger he was feeling. Something was wrong. Something was every wrong.
Godric was looking for his cellphone when it rang. He raced towards it, saw the caller ID and answered.
"Did you feel it too?" he asked.
"Yes," the voice answered. "And the hunger pains are getting worse. Where is she?"
"I sent her out for some errands in the city. She should be back by now," he stated.
The pain started as an ache, deep in the gut. As the pain got worse it spread, first to teeth, and fangs, then headaches and backaches, then moodiness anger and aggression, till something would finally give. Usually it is the anger, sometimes sadness, but most of the time it was simply the hunger that gets to most new vampires in the end.
Godric feared that Sookie was now in a fasting state. A state of hunger, pain and anguish. But what had happened?
She had only been gone for about two hours. He made sure to feed her before she left with one of the humans he employed to donate their blood. But she was now starving and he desperately wondered why.
He was scared for his newborn and feared the worst.
He clutched the cellphone in his hand almost breaking the damn thing as another hunger pain ran through him.
"Eric find her," he ordered his eldest child, before he ended the call.
His mind was racing with all the possibilities of where she could be and the reasons for her desperate hungry. As a newborn she was vulnerable, adding hunger pains into the mix would only make her more vicious and dangerous towards others, including humans. He remembered that state quite vividly from when he was younger. He also remembered how his Master at the time had barely cared. He was turned only for pleasure and entertainment, never out of care or even love. He didn't want his newborn to suffer the same fate he did.
Pulling himself out of his anxious thoughts, he paged Isabel to his office.
He was lucky with Eric. His first child grew up in Viking war times. He was a prince and therefore got trained in almost every art there was for fighting amongst his own people. He had also learned how to delegate, become a leader, had learned how to strategize but most importantly of all how neutralize a target before it became too dangerous for himself. The majority of the things that Godric taught Eric were mostly about culture and manners in the vampire world, rather than killing and survival.
But with Sookie it was different. She was kind, merciful, and bright. And while she had strength, it wasn't quantifiable in killing or death, like it was for him and Eric. Her strength came from her kindness, her intelligence, and her ability to see beyond how people presented themselves. She was able to see the person that they truly were rather than what they pretended to be.
She was like a belladonna flower, beautiful, but potentially deadly. Godric saw flickers of it when they talked at night, especially when she didn't like a particular thing. He suspected that if she got very angry that she would eventually kill somebody, and it would be messy and bloody.
There was a knock on the door of his office. Before the hunger had begun to bother him, he had been working on some upcoming issues in the area.
The knock sounded again, pulling Godric from the thoughts of his newborn vampire charge.
"Come in," he called.
Godric saw her blood red dress before he saw her face. Isabel, his most loyal subordinate, opened the door.
"Godric, you paged," she said as she stood in front of his desk. Isabel was as cool and calm as ever as she stood in front of Godric.
Godric sighed and tried to calm himself before speaking.
"Yes. My child, Sookie, is missing," he stated quickly, hating how it sounded out loud. "I need to find her as soon as possible."
Isabel looked shocked, "How can you possible know she is missing?" she asked.
"Her hunger," he stated as if that was the perfect way to explain his demand and he knew what was happening.
Isabel looked surprised at his request.
"The hunger? But she just le-," Isabel started to say before she was cut off by the boiling vampire in front of her.
"Do not question me," he threatened. The bond his felt with Sookie the moment felt weaken. Maybe it was due to the distance, maybe her hunger, or maybe there was something blocking their bond, like sliver chains and cages.
Isabel nodded in submission, seeming to know better than to question the two-thousand-year old vampire in front of her.
"Help me find her," he ordered.
He was about a month and a half in when he realized that the woman he was sent to find was dead. He was too late. Technically the intel was late. Three months too late.
Six feet down dead.
Colder than the winter wind dead.
Dead.
He had been watching the house for about a week before he approached what he assumed was the grandson Jason.
The meeting went over unexpectedly smooth. Bill expected some push back from many in the southern states as most southerners tended to be slow to change. However, Jason, despite the town he lived in, was quite pleasant to talk to.
Bill was invited to a dinner at the grandmother's house. While the dinner was insightful, it was also disappointing. The younger brother of his target became openly aggressive and hostile toward him, and he soon discovered that Jason Stackhouse had a general dislike for all vampires not just himself. The younger Stackhouse also seemed smarter than he let on, making sure to give the impression that he disliked vampires but not enough to make him a target of vampire backlash.
Bill had noticed that the younger Stackhouse disappeared for days at time from his own home, across town from his grandmother's, and was nowhere to be found. He wasn't at work, or at the local waterhole for drinks and one night flings. Then he would just show up a few days later at his grandmother's house smelling more enticing then normal.
Bill broadened his search the next time the boy went missing. He discovered oddly enough that he wasn't in Shreveport the closest and the biggest city near BonTemps, nor was he in the state of Louisiana. He wasn't in the southern United States either, or even in the continental US, or so Bill's contacts assured him. Before Bill could search international waters and territories the younger Stackhouse arrived back at his grandmother's home with the same enticing smell surrounding him.
Bill couldn't figure it out.
But Bill's cared about the younger Stackhouse and not the elder one.
His target was a young nineteen-year-old female, who had been taking care of her grandmother and brother since she was fourteen. She completed high school with honors and took a year off of school before going to college the next year. However, her grandmother got sick and she had to stay home to take care of her. Or least that was the story.
He had found in small town like this one that gossip was more or less one of the only forms of entertainment. According to what he could gather the older sibling,although smarter than the younger one, always carried an attractive aura, drawing men in the town to her. The younger Stackhouse had the same ability but from what he had heard his was more intense and he used it more enough on others. But the oddest rumor was of Sookie's abilities.
At first many suspected that Sookie could read social cues better than most. She knew things about people that if you were observant enough and smart enough to put the pieces together could more or less figure out secrets that people carried.
And then a little girl at the time, began telling people secrets and things that others didn't want in the open. Again most assumed that she was very good at reading social cues, but when she began telling things that no one could know that was when the town turned against her. Overnight Sookie Stackhouse became an anomaly in her small little town.
However, the biggest thing he had noticed in his time here was that the Stackhouse family had something to hide. That there was something here he had missed and he was going to figure it out.
Bill knew the truth about his target that the town didn't. Sookie was pointed out by her cousin Hadley, one of the Queen's pets. She was special and the Queen loved special things, and loved to collect them. Sookie was to be a part of that collection.
Too bad.
While Bill was surrounded by human gossip in the town, he was always interested in vampire gossip. According to the information he had collected, Godric, one of the oldest vampires on the western side of the planet, had a newborn is his care. His newborn to be exact.
Bill didn't necessary care about the other vampire but there was a rumor about the newborn that interested him. The newborn in question had bright blonde hair and seemed to hail from a very small town near Shreveport.
Bill hoped it wasn't Sookie Stackhouse.
To Be Continued…