Author's Note: I wrote this Godric/OC story back in 2013. It is based on Season 2, when Godric is being held captive by the Fellowship. I wanted to write a story that expanded upon his relationship with the Fellowship and what happened while he was their "prisoner." This story is finished, so I'll be posting a chapter once a week or sooner.

1:

Frances

"Sarah, honey, I would like you to meet our newest recruit! Miss Frances Bean from Georgia!"

Reverend Steve Newlin put his hand on my left shoulder and held his hand out to guide me to his wife. She shook my hand and smiled broadly, her expression like a sunrise, all bright and cheery and threatening to the darkness that usually surrounded me. I smiled politely and hoped that my knees wouldn't buckle. I was just so glad to be a part of the Light of Day Institute.

"Well, what brings you to the Fellowship, young lady?" Sarah asked me.

I paused despite myself. Even after four years, it was hard to say it out loud.

"My best friend, Rudy, she was raped and murdered by a vampire four years ago. I'm here on behalf of her. I will not rest until all of the vampires are expelled from the earth."

I felt small, even though I was speaking with determination. I was born with plain features and a short stature, which didn't help my need to be confident. Sarah and Steve didn't seem to notice, but each hugged me, then Steve remarked with tear filled eyes, "You will be a great member of our Institute, young lady. A great member."

His inspirational words echoed through my head as I rode with the members of the Fellowship on the bus to the camp. I couldn't help twirling my dark hair between my fingers while I watched out the window and thought of Rudy. I wondered if she would be proud to know that I was coming to the Institute on her behalf. I wondered if I would somehow encounter the vampire that killed her and I could get revenge. I wondered if anyone felt as nervous as I did making such a revolutionary change to the world since the vampires came out into the public.

My mind wandered back to my hometown in Georgia. A small rural area built on farm houses and one stoplight, it was a place where Rudy and I knew everyone and shared no enemies. She was the outgoing, popular, beautiful one, while I was the shy, timid outcast who fared best in science fairs and computer rooms. Rudy and I had been friends since we were toddlers, and our differences in personality didn't change that. She always came to me for advice, and I always came to her to understand social concepts. We were inseparable.

Then Rudy turned sixteen, and suddenly, she was more into vampires than was healthy. Despite my insistence that vampires were a dangerous breed and attracting them would only hurt her, Rudy insisted on visiting vampires hangouts and associating with sympathizers. I knew her darkest secrets, but whatever went on in those places, she would never tell me.

One cold October night, I went over to Rudy's house after band practice to talk to her about an assignment. She wasn't at school that day, and I assumed she had been out partying with the vampires again. I found her lying naked in her bed, her body battered and broken; drained of blood. My best friend was so beautiful in life, but in death, she was purple and swollen and her expression was permanently frozen in fear.

The coroner ruled it an accident. Rudy was buried without the slightest hint from the town that she was killed by a vampire. I knew what had happened to her, and I was determined to make it right somehow. I didn't think I would ever find the vampire that killed her, but I could certainly show my truth being a member of the Soldiers of the Sun.

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Reverend Steve Newlin

"Now I want you to be my special Soldier. You're going to go down and feed our vampire prisoner Tru Blood for the time being," I explained.

Frances stared at me like I was pulling her leg. She asked after a long pause, "You want me to feed it?"

I wagged a finger in front of her face and replied, "Frances, you shouldn't question my methods. I have an ulterior motive going on here."

Her eyes widened as she asked, "You do?"

With a short smile, I explained, "I want you to be my informant. Tell me everything that the vampire says to you, every move that he makes, every emotion that he pretends to have. I want to know as much as possible about him, and I know that you are the perfect one to do this for me."

"But I..." Frances started.

I put my hand up to hush her and finished with, "There's no need for a rebuttal. No harm will come to you as long as I'm here. I just need information, that's all. Like keeping your enemies closer, you know?"

She nodded with satisfaction. She was easier to coerce than I had expected.

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Godric

I could smell the perspiration coming from her body before she even reached the door that led to the basement where I was being contained. She was holding a tray of Tru Blood, apparent by the faint clinking noises the bottle was making against the tray from her unsteady movements. I was immediately aware that this was a ploy from Steve, but I chose to go along with it anyway, seeing no reason why I should frighten a poor human for doing the work of the man she thought was someone to be idolized.

Her footsteps were light and shallow as she made her way to the basement. She took her time before turning to face me, an indication that she not only despised vampires, but had possibly been hurt by one in the past. She was small framed, with long dark hair and big brown eyes, resembling a young and naïve Southern girl of about twenty. Her fingernails were dirty, as well as old scars on her knees made me determine she was most likely a farmhand. She kept her distance from the bars of my makeshift cell, as if she were not completely certain I was trapped.

She was right in her uncertainty.

"I brought you something to drink," she held up the tray a little higher for me to observe.

"Yes, I can see that, thank you," I responded kindly.

Her intensity did not subside with my politeness. I was almost certain now that her hatred for vampires was linked to a traumatic event in her past.

"Stay back until I tell you to come forward," she warned me.

I did as she told me, and remained where I was. I allowed her to place the tray on a platform so she could slide it through a panel between the bars. She immediately stepped back and informed me, "You may step forward now."

I nodded and moved at my vampire speed toward the Tru Blood, forgetting for a moment that this speed usually startled humans. The girl blinked and stepped back even further, the metaphorical walls around her becoming even thicker as she kept her distance from me.

"Do you think that I would hurt you?" I asked curiously.

"Yes," she answered honestly.

I was surprised that she would answer honestly to a vampire, as most other did not. I inquired further, "You believe this purely because I am a vampire?"

"Yes," she answered unequivocally.

Again, I was surprised. I told her honestly, "From what I can determine from you, I would've expected more than that."

I turned away slightly, sensing her reaction. Her defenses lowered just slightly, then she asked me something unexpected, "Your tattoos. They're associated with a tribe, meaning you're very old, right?"

I looked back at her and locked with her gaze, answering truthfully, "Yes."

She became defensive again, asking me outright, "Then why did you get caught?"

I smiled slightly, answering with a question of my own, "Who is to say that I didn't want to?"

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Frances

I was unsure about my experience with the old vampire. He looked like he was closer to my age, but his tattoos and his words told a different story. He was not what I expected, and his last words to me kept running through my head, even as I tried to lye down to rest.

I rolled over and whispered to one of my roommates in the girl's cabin, "Kimberly? Could I ask you a question?"

Her curly brown hair was all around and disguising her face, but her chest heaved through her pink tank top as she breathed a heavy sigh and asked, "What is it, Bean?"

I hated that she called me Bean, but I ignored the chance to argue and asked, "Do you think a vampire would get caught by humans on purpose?"

Scoffing loud enough to stir the to other girls sleeping nearby, Kimberly scolded me, "That's the dumbest thing I ever heard, Bean! No vampire would be that ridiculous! Now go the fuck to sleep!"

"Right. Sorry I bothered you," I settled back down to rest my eyes, assured that the old vampire had lied to confuse me.

But he did not appear to be a liar.