Disclaimer: I do not own any True Blood's character. They belong to HBO and Charlaine Harris.

Except for Original ones. This happens way, way, way before Godric turns 'good'. So now, he's 'evil' – really evil. Don't hate, cause I really have to think up of ways he can be evil and I'm not good with villain.

Chapter 7

I was dressed in the same white dress that clad my petite frame nicely, save for the fact that the sleeves and length were gone.

Now before I die, what would I have liked to do differently?

Number one. Definitely not meet Godric in my life, Number two, definitely not shoot Godric with a gun and bury him after. Number three. Why bother making a list? I felt deeply saddened thinking about number three already seeing as how I probably wouldn't have a chance to complete any of a bucket list that I may come up with.

It was a rather depressing thought and I shifted my thoughts to the situation at hand instead.

Godric had torn my gown strategically at the right positions and I had tied the sides of my sleeves up so that it resembled ribbons on the sides of my arms. After which, I used a white shred of cloth to tie my hair up into a messy top-knot. I probably resembled a ballerina, save for the fact that I am no wearing a tutu or ballet shoes. I could feel the cold floor from the soles of my feet, I had decided to go bare feet.

Chanel was at the back of the room and she cued me. I nodded my head, and eyed the stage's ceiling, calculating the distance between the ceiling and the stage floor before I blindfolded my eyes. On top of it were two long white cloth hanging down, barely touching the stage floor. They were my tools. Aerial dance, I remembered attempting it once before… way back when my Aunt Lexie was still alive.

I took the cloth and wrapped it around my hands like a bandage. The entire audience of the undead was fixated on the stage and I could feel goosebumps rising on the side of my arms where the air condition was blowing. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything, not even where Godric was, but I did vaguely recalled Elisbeth sitting in the first row along with Godric.

And then, I climbed, steadily, twirling the cloth as though it were steps, steps leading me up to the edge of the ceiling.

I bit my lower lip and the song began. I had requested for the song Sky Fall, and as the song began, I was already steadily climbing higher and higher. This was familiar ground. I have been dancing since I was placed with my Aunt Lexie who happens to work in a strip joint. She was a pole dancer and I wasn't ashamed to say that she had raised me with her earnings.

She had worked really hard to raise me and I wasn't going to start judging where the food money came from. Moreover, I remembered her practicing really hard to hone her craft till the point where I could safely say that she was best dancer I have ever seen in my entire life.

And as she practiced, I would watch and learn and, soon I was practicing her moves whenever I could.

I even took up gymnast in school to further enhance my movements. They were fluid, and smooth. I was easily gliding the air as though it were my canvas to glide in and then, just as the music ended, I unrolled the cloth from my hands and it appeared as though I was falling into thin air.

I felt weightless at that moment and I could hear gasps from across the room. And just before I was about to hit the ground the rope caught me at my waist and my lips couldn't help but edge itself up with a smirk.

Done! I was satisfied with the performance and there was a stunned silence before the audience started applauding and I could hear cheers and whistles from the back of the room.

I quickly untied the cloth around my waist and eyes and placed my feet onto the stage when something sharp bit into my soles, causing me to wince in pain. I took one step back and noticed that there were broken glass shards.

The lights came on and I could see a group of people bounded and gagged at the stage by a group of Vampires who were watching them in amusement. I recognised the uniformed shirts the humans wore, they were from The Fellowship and they were eyeing at me in horror. I felt immensely sorry for them as a sense of realisation engulfed me.

They knew about tonight's operation!

We had absolutely zero chance against them. They must have known from the start.

I could see Godric staring at me quietly, he was motionless and he looked away from my stares. If looks could kill, I was sure that I was eyeing Godric with pure daggers in my eyes. I never once hated any being so badly before and I truly loathed Godric.

Why did he have to do this once more?

Why did he have to play with us in such a sick manner?

Why did he task me to act out his little act and push me to the brink of death?

I was utterly sick and tired of his little psychotic games with the human species. If he had to kill the members of The Fellowship and myself, couldn't he do it swiftly?

No, but of course not. He loved torturing his prey, didn't he?

Eric's lips mouthed the words, "Betrayer" and then he smiled thinly, seemingly happy at my predicament.

I realised that everyone probably had gotten the memo. They probably knew that I was working with the fellowship and they were here to bring me to my death, no thanks to Godric's grand plans. There was no escape now, the scent of my own blood filled the room and I couldn't do anything as everyone's eyes turned into expressions of sheer hunger.

It really seemed like I was food on the buffet table, and they were just about to begin their feast.

Great way to go, Poppy. I could cheer at the thought that I would absolutely be going off with a bang.

One against the hoard of Undead… what were the odds of my survival?

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