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The day had started out normal for me, I woke up around Elevenish, a scowl on my face as I thought of leaving the comfort of my bedroom. Using my phone to Google Allan Hyde only for nothing to once again come up. "Sister get up." My mom came into my room about twelvish to which I gave my normal reply.

So yes, normal, I had been in hell (I called it as much because only Lucifer would be able to come up with this punishment for me. No, seriously, this is like torture, being unable to talk about True Blood with someone that understood the plot and fangirl out over fanfiction and pictures of Godric or Eric because they don't exist. This had tempted me to just show up take pictures of them then fucking book it out of there, but I digress.) for well over three months now, yes, three fucking months. I had been hoping to wake up back in reality, that maybe this had all been a dream, nope, nada, sleep did nothing.

I cleaned the house (By myself today because my mother had work) then curled up in my reading chair. "Alexa, play Pandora." And so she did, although I always said as much in a horrid British accent, cause... well, it made me feel fancy. I had only just gotten into my book (It's was on the AVL cause... well, I was curious about what they had accomplished so far) when there was a knock on the door.

"Alexa, stop." Then I was walking through the kitchen and into the living room. (Book still in hand) Eyeing the front door cautiously. No one ever visited without giving me a heads up first. So I opened the door with my book in one hand and a baseball bat in other. My baseball bat was hidden from view, my book not so much. Two men are who I answered the door too, one bold and the over with dark brown hair.

"Hello, we couldn't help but notice the AVL support sign in your driveway." My eyebrow raised at them. "Yes, my mother supports the league."

Not a lie she did, but I had been the one to put the sign-up. "We would like to offer you redemption before your soul is swallowed whole by the devil." I scoffed at them. "Fuck off."

Then I went to slam my door in their faces, I didn't get the chance to. Bold dude had reached out his hand and grabbed my wrist. Turning it and getting a good look at my book. I grunted my bat ready in my hand. "Gabe.." The brunette warned and Gabe grounded his teeth. (Okay, so I hadn't recognized either of them till that moment, trust me, I was currently bitching myself out internally for being so oblivious) "I'm tired of these fangbangers slamming doors in our faces. If they want to give vampires a chance, maybe we should show them what they're really like?"

I ripped my wrist away, grabbed my bat with both hands, I didn't get the opportunity to strike. I had already been tackled down to the ground, my vision swimming and blurring as I hit my head on the ground and lost my glasses all in one go. A hand placed over my mouth I struggled, kicking, screaming into the hand over my mouth. Knocking shit over and clawing at my captures arm as he hauled me up.

I never wished I had nails more than at this moment, but I had the nasty habit of biting them. My teeth bit down into the flesh of his hand. A scream left him and he pulled his hand back, I screamed at the top of my lungs. Then he grabbed my face, smashing it into the door. Suddenly all-consuming darkness.

I woke up to arguing, head pounding, face hurting. "We can't just keep this girl Steve, she's already been reported missing and it's only been a day." A soft cooe. "I got it under control Sarah."

"Would you shut the fuck up?" I managed to hiss out holding my head, a gasp of surprise and I managed to crack my eyes open, my temples throbbing as I did so. My hands were zip-tied behind my back in the next second, Steve walked over to me only to slap a thing of duct tape over my mouth. "Take her down and throw her in his cell."

Gabe strolled over, picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, then took me down to the basement. I glared at Sarah's weary expression and Steve's pleased one. 'What the fuck was up with these people?' I was thrown down to the ground, Gabe mumbling something along the lines of Fang banging slut of satan under his breath as he walked away, stupid fucker not even securing the cell.

My eyes moved around, then my heart just stopped, A mini heart attack is what I was having. A boy sat in the corner, eyes closed, obviously dead for the day, I wondered briefly how the fuck I got myself into these types of situations? Why was this my life? Hands zip-tied behind me, duct tape over my mouth, Godric dead for the day across from me.

"Oh hell naw." Only it was muffled, my eyes snapping around the darkness, he was in, I myself was bathed in light thanks to the small opening in the side, he had chosen the darkest place to die in. Boxes stacked up beside him. I internally cringed at the lack of safety for him, then again he was about to commit suicide anyway. Why should he care about his less than secured sleeping arrangements?

Thus began the process of me wiggling my tongue out of my mouth and using my saliva to dampen the duct tape over it. It was a trick I had learned when being tied up and 'capture' by my older brother and his friend. (They would tie me up in rope, zip ties, duct tape, etc. Growing up, telling me I had been captured by enemy ninja and had only five hours until they returned to interrogate me.) They watched too much fucking Naruto back then. I thought it was fun to escape back then, but now? At this exact moment? It was useful.

Godric's eyes snapped open, then zoned in on me thirty minutes into my captivity, I knew this because I had been staring at him while licking at duct tape. (He was fucking fascinating, don't you dare judge me.) "Well welcome to the realm of awareness sleeping beauty." I had already gotten it off of half of my face, the only way to remove it from my left cheek completely would be if I got the zip ties from my hands.

"Why are you here?" His voice was accented, I shivered, internally fangirling, If I wasn't so focused on escaping then perhaps I would have been fangirling externally at that exact moment.

"You really think they explained that to me?" I asked sarcastically (I know, trust me I do, why the fuck was I sassing Godric of all people? Maybe I was bitter he was suicidal and there was nothing I could do but pretend he wasn't about to go kill himself on a rooftop), looking down to break eye contact as I released a small grunt, I was in the process of moving my zip-tied hands from behind me to in front of me. They were currently under my butt and I was working on having them under my legs.

"You are attempting to escape. How is it you know to do these things?" I blinked, pausing to look back up at him, he was still staring at me. "My brother and I use to play games as children, one of them involved tying me up so I could escape." then I continued, laying on my back as I folded my legs, bringing my bounded hands up and over them. This was actually pretty exhausting.

The second they were in front of me I used my hands to rip off the duct tape then throw it to the side distastefully. "I see, do all children play these games?" His head was cocked to the side as he eyed me. I shook my head sitting up and letting my back rest against the bars as I took a small breather.

"No, my brother and his friend were just weirdo's." I was so tempted to talk him out of suicide, to at least try, but at the same time. He was over two thousand years old. I doubt I could talk him out of something he had his mind set on, it was unrealistic that I could.

And as he had said to Eric on the rooftop, How could I be so cruel? He had been through so much, seen so much in two thousand years. I could barely understand how much the world had changed since my birth nineteen years ago. How could I possibly contemplate over two thousand years? Some of the bloodiest times in history no less?

My eyes glanced up to the opening then back down to him. "This place isn't very secure." His face morphed into what I could only describe as a cringe. "It is not." He agreed with me, I blinked a few time, hope blooming in my chest.

"So how'd you end up here?" I didn't receive an answer at first, silence before finally. "I offered myself up, it was only a matter of time before they took one of us." I nodded to him in understanding. "I see, sorry that you had to do that."

I didn't know what else to say,(Couldn't outright call his bullshit when I wasn't even supposed to know him right?) silence as I attempted to stand, Godric watching me do so with half-lidded eyes. "My names Amani by the way, Amani Blank." he blinked them spoke slowly, a small glint in his eyes. (I know, why the random intro? Well, I will probably need to have him tell me his name, least I say it and end up in a fuck ton of shit.)

"I am Godric." I had finally managed to make it to my feet. Putting my hands in front of me. "Well, It's really nice to meet you Godric, despite the shitty circumstances."

Then I brought my arms down hard, hissing at the pain and rubbing my wrists when the zip tie came undone. "You are remarkable." I frowned, my eyes moving to his is surprised, he was almost lazily sitting in the same spot, although his entire demeanor seemed to have changed, one leg raised, his elbow resting on his knee, head resting in his hand. Watching me lazily as I rubbed my wrist.

I opened my mouth to respond, then a smirk crawled across his face, I paused, dampness on my wrist making me look down. I had managed to break the skin, the zip ties tighter then I thought. "Shit." My right wrist was bleeding profusely I didn't even think twice about yanking off my nightshirt, I had a tank top under it anyway. Wrapping it around the wound while rolling my eyes.

"Can't even escape captivity without hurting myself." He chuckled, honest to god chuckled, my eyes snapped from him to the window, realizing it had already been a good two hours. Only an hour until sunset if even that. "Well, I'm going to go ahead and leave." I gestured with my hand to the still unlatched cell door. He frowned, suddenly standing. "It would be best if you wait until the sun has left the sky."

I shook my head at him. "Not that you don't seem like a trustable vampire and all, but I'm bleed and seeing how they think me illiterate and can't even escape my bounds, I think it's in my best interest to leave." Plus I had spotted Sookie and Hugo on the way down if they followed true to the storyline a whole mess of vampires would be here soon.

I also knew it was only a matter of time before Godric committed suicide, I couldn't watch it, I break down every time I watched it on the t.v. I wouldn't be able to hide all I knew if I stuck around.

"Wait." He whispered out, I blinked, turning around to face him, he was closer then he was before. Right on the edge of the shadows, my back stiffened. Glancing once more to the sun. "I…" I was cut off, the moment my mouth had opened his fangs clicked out, nicking his finger on his fang, he shoved it into my mouth then was on the other side of the room, nursing his arm that had burned for the second it was in the sun.

I coughed, hands wrapping around my throat. "What the fuck did you…."

"Gabe is distracted with Hugo, if you wish to leave, now would be the time." My jaw was dropped, but I just closed my eyes, centering myself, Shooting the love of my life (Literally I've loved him and Eric since I was ten) one last look before turning and booking it the fuck out of there.

"God damn it." My stomach dropped as I rushed out of the basement, past Sookie's cell and through the hall. I didn't run into any FOTS people surprisingly, then again the alarm also hadn't been sounded yet. It was very easy to get the hell out of dodge. I literally ran until I had managed to make it into Dallas, so a good mile I sprinted. The sun was just setting and I was breathing heavily, leaning against a building.

"Police station." I needed to find the closest one, Sarah had told Steve I was a missing person. This meant that if I showed up at a police station they would help me. So that's what I did, I spent the next hour looking for the police, I finally managed to stumble across a cruiser. "Help, help!" After flagging them down, the officer got out of his car.

"What is it, ma'am?" He tried to calm me down as I rushed out. "I was abducted and Just managed to escape." His eyes widened in shock and I told him my name, they widened further and he was immediately on his radio. "Helena you ain't gonna believe me but that missing girl Amani Blank, yeah that one, I found her."

Relief, so much relief I could have cried as I was loaded into the cruiser and taken to the station. I was questioned by the chief and a detective. I gave every detail I could remember, even Godric being down there along with Sookie and Hugo. How Gabe was beating Hugo when I had made my escape. The Newlins knowing about my kidnapping. To say they were shocked would be an understatement.

They just sat back, slack-jawed as I recalled my story. "Chief, there's a woman on the phone for you." The chief left and I had a mini stare down with the detective as I drank my water. "Are there any other details you can remember?" My eyebrows pulled together.

"No, none I can think of." I rubbed my wrist, it had already been healed by the small bit of blood Godric had forced down my throat. So I had left that detail and Him shoving his bloody finger down my throat to myself. The detective looked me over critically before he nodded.

"Alright ma'am, well get everything straightened out, for the moment I'm going to need you to stay in the city." My eyes widened at him. "What why? I just wanna go home." He grimaced but nodded and continued, voice soft. "We're going to need a positive ID when we go and apprehend you capture tomorrow morning."

I scoffed but nodded, "I don't have any money on me." He nodded in understanding. "The station will provide you with a place to stay until you leave." The chief walked back in. "Her family's on their way. I talked with her mother" His gaze moving to me. "She said she'd be here in a few hours."

I sighed, cursing my luck, My home town was a good four to five hours from Dallas. I just wanted her to get here, so I could go home, and that's how I ended up with a police escort to a motel two blocks from hotel Camellia. I internally scowled at the close proximity.

Babam, who wants a Godric POV the next chapter? Cause that's what I'm doing. Hope y'all like were imma takin' this, thus far. Let me know your thoughts, your ideas, your dreams (Wiggle's eyebrows) your twisted fantasies. Constructive criticism is always welcome, Till next time!

Ps. Just dropping in with a quick the next update will be in about…. A Week or so? Imma try to keep it on a steady schedule but I make no promises. Also I was planning on just doing twenty to twenty-five chapters but. I'm not entirely sure that'll be accomplished so this fanfic is going to be pretty long. Hope no one minds. I address this in a later chapter but… Figured I'd give yah an earlier heads up.

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