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Q: What kind of dog did the vampire own?

A: A blood hound!

When things started coming to, there was this ringing sound in my ears. It was kind of annoying but it didn't hurt terribly. It actually wasn't as bad as some of the hang overs I'd experienced.

The first thing I consciously noticed was that I wasn't dead.

This is good.

The next thing I noticed was that I was on something... incredibly firm but soft. It felt like I was moving...

Okay, maybe I was dead and it just turns out the afterlife is a lot more physical than I'd thought it'd be.

Once I was able to open my eyes and the light hit my retinas, I let out an ungodly moan. Frickity frack, turned out the pain was just waiting for me to be completely awake before it decided to hit.

"Oh fuck muffins!" I shout/mumbled. I attempted (but failed) to sit up, and opened my eyes again, this time much slower than before. I was laying on the back seat of something that looked a lot like what I imagined the inside of a limo would look like. Not that I had ever been in a limo... I'd spent my prom night popping my cherry in the back of a Chevy. I know, very romantic.

"Shit, shit, shit..." I chanted, sitting up slowly, my head in my hands. Last thing I remembered I was going to die because some monster from my nightmares had decided to drive me through a brick wall... Oh wait, there had been a vampire as well. I snapped my eyes open completely and saw sitting across from me was the vampire, I couldn't stop my eyes from giving him the elevator look again- I mean, come on- in this day and age seeing a beauty so classically looking- it would have been a sin not to stare at him.

But, of course, awkward as balls me, I ended up giving his body an appreciatory look for a bit too long. His concentrated stare turned exasperated, like he wanted to roll his eyes at my antics but was too damn mature to. Then I noticed his clothes looked kinda burnt and the dots started connecting for me.

"You save me from the car accident?" I asked.

"I did," he looked so formal, sitting with his perfectly straight back. Even if I didn't feel like I'd been put through a blender no one would ever catch me looking so elegant. "I would like to apologize for my behavior in the taxi."

Behavior? What behavior? Oh wait, oh yeah he made it pretty clear he was going to rip my throat out with his pearly whites if I didn't answer his question. But... I spared his lips another glance, this time not in a perverted way, but to see he looked pretty human now. I rubbed the back of my neck looking out the window.

"S'okay man, I mean I was kinda freaking out too... you wouldn't happen to know what that thing was, do'ya?" I asked, leaning back against my seat. I shot him a look through the corner of my eye.

He studied me, not saying a word. It was pretty unnerving, I started fidgeting in my seat.

Finally he slowly shook his head 'no'. "I had thought you would know, since it was you they were perusing and not me."

I thought back to my 'stalker'. Huh, I guess he did have a point.

"Nah, bro. I mean- yeah the monster in the trench coat had been following me ever since I left job at Whole Foods..." I tired thinking back. "I'm not like," and for some goddamn reason my social anxiety decided to kick in and I felt my face heat up. "I'm not like, important you know? I work cashier, at first I just thought he was some perv and I tickled his sexual fancy but then when he opened the taxi door and I saw... that he was" My breathing picked up.

Oh fuck. A literal fucking monster had tried to kill me, only for another one to try as well. Oh fuck- fuck.

In an instant the vampire was right beside me, I think he might have planned on offering me a few encouraging words, but I wasn't a words kinda girl. I more or less flung myself at him and started to sob like a total baby into his dirty, burnt white shirt.

He was hard, as if under his skin there was nothing but concrete. He was also kinda cold. I'd never touched a vampire before. I'd met a couple of them at the checkout line with True Blood since I worked nights as a cashier, but I'd never known one well enough to touch them like this. Not that I knew this vampire well. Hell, I didn't even know his name.

But truth of the matter was, I didn't know anyone, dead or alive, well enough to touch them like this. Well, okay- one person if you could my mom. I'd never been good with people. I mean, I'm polite and I can carry a conversation granted the person isn't a smoking hottie, but getting close to another human being? Never mastered that skill.

But here I was. Crying into the shirt of a stranger.

I'd never faced my own mortality before though. I'd never been in an accident- and I'd never even been sick. Not even the winter flu; I had the immune system of a god.

And just like that the waterworks shut off.

"Hold the fucking phone," I pulled away from him, but kept my hands braced on his shoulders, a weird frustrated anger filled me, "Why were those things trying to kill me- like seriously? And where are we going," I asked looking out the windows again, "Just who the fuck are you? You may be like, the hottest thing in existence to ever talk to me but I'm not some kind of floozy that'll spread her legs for a person that pulls her out of a burning car-!"

In an instant he had both his hands on either side of my face, staring deeply into my eyes. Intimately. Beyond seriously. It was practically eye rape.

"You are going to take a deep breath and calm down," he commanded. I shit you not, but a command!

And even though my face was flushed having his direct attention, I brought up both my hands to his face. He looked shocked as I deadpanned into his face

"Don't tell me what to do. If I want to freak the fuck out I will. Lemme have this- it's been a pretty bad night and I feel like shit."

Instead of letting go of my face his grip became more firm. He looked into my eyes with even more intensity.

"You will be calm," he tried again, doing something weird with his voice.

"I. Will. Not," I told him punctuating each word. I beginning to get very frustrated.

He let go of me as if I burned him.

"You cannot be glamoured," he said in a whisper.

"Can't be wha-? Oh that vampire hypothesis thingy?" I asked, sure I'd heard about it on TV sometime when that vampire hating reverend got all up in a twist.

"Wait- did you just try to hypnotize me?"

"I did," he said, not sounding the least bit sorry. Jerk. He scooted over the to little refreshment fridge and pulled out a water bottle and handed it to me. "I did not want you to go into a panic. I thought it best to force you calm, but it appears you will have to calm yourself. Here, please drink some water."

I wanted to tell him to shove the bottle up his sucker hole because I had every right to not be calm, but I realized just how thirsty I actually was.

I unscrewed the cap and guzzled a gulp down.

"What is your name, little one," the vampire asked.

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I inquired her name and she looked as if she was about to answer, but as soon as the bottle was removed from her lips her expression turned curious. As if she was experiencing something peculiar. She opened her mouth to voice something but out poured the water and blood as she vomited. For a second I was frozen shocked at the sight. It was just water. Quickly my head turned toward the back of the driver to see if he would turn into a monster, but all was fine around us. It was just her this time.

In an instant I was by her side, I gathered her hair in my and allowed her the space to vomit, more water came out and blood.

I felt a deep urge resonate within myself. A shudder. As if my long dead heart were beating.

Then again.

Her blood. The smell of it- like life and fire and power.

It seeped with power, out of my control my fangs extended.

"Holy moly! What the hell kind of water was that?" she asked, turning toward me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. When she saw my fangs she startled for a second. "H-hay, put those things away, you're scaring a girl, m-man." She stuttered and it was her fear that made me gain my control back.

With effort I was able to snap my fangs back in.

"I-I apologize... your blood. I have never smelt something so... so.." Even with all the languages in m reservoir I could not find the adequate words to express just how truly heavenly she smelt.

I let go of her hair and gave her some space.

"Ew man," her face scrunched up, "Don't be gross, it's just blood," she said in that ridiculously laid back voice. As if she had no idea what danger she would be in had I been a younger vampire. I was over two millennia old and I still was finding it difficult to control myself.

Then it struck me, this must be the reason she held no smell. If her blood alone smelt so wonderful outside of her, how would she- a warm living breathing being smell with that delicious scent coursing through her.

"What brand of water was that?" she asked sitting up on the floor of the limo.

I grabbed the bottle. "It says the water was packaged at Holy Lake Reservation Reservoir in Minnesota."

A knowledgeable look passed on her face. "Oh, I guess they changed their logo- I can't drink that water, I'm allergic to something in the chemicals they use to clean it.

"I have never heard of such an allergy before."

"Yeah, I know pretty strange. It's not like I ever went to the doctors to get it checked out or anything- I just avoid their water... can we pull over somewhere, I really need to drink something..." I noticed how parched her voice was, she was turning pale. I asked the driver to find us a convenience story.

Five minutes later the limo driver pulled over. I opened the door and held it open for the girl to exit. Before I could lead her into the store a block ahead of us, she did something so strange I paused.

She grabbed my hand. This young who was being perused by monsters held on to me, a monster in my own right, and acted as if I were her friend. She started to walk forward but stopped once she realized I wasn't moving.

"Everything alright, Mr. Vampire?" she asked in a light tone. The city lights around us illuminated her. Her hair was still frizzy, but the curls were prominent. Her cheeks were flush and the heat from her hand warmed my palm. She was making eye contact with me, and I found it odd how sometimes she was able to and sometimes she would get embarrassed and look upward when talking to me. But for right now, in that moment, she held my hand and looked at me as if nothing was wrong in the world.

She was at peace and the feeling spread through me.

"Godric."

"Huh?" she questioned, her eyebrows lifting.

"My name is Godric."

The confusion in her face shifted as a warm slow smile stretched, again I noticed the way the night lights of the city struck all the contours of her face, giving her a soft yellowish glow. Her eyes closed and her smile doubled as she tilted her head. She changed the position of her hand in mine so it were as if we were shaking hands. As if we were meeting for the first time.

"It's so wonderful to meet you, Godric. I'm Nava Seta!"

If I had a beating heart, it might have stuttered.

"I could kill you."

Her eyes popped open, and her smile fell to a completely surprised expression. It might have been comical had I not uttered such a harsh statement. She dropped my hand.

"What'cha mean by that?" she asked, her voice weary.

"I am a vampire. I am capable of such evil you cannot even begin to imagine. Yet, we stand her on this road and you treat me like a friend."

She rolled her eyes and picked up my hand again and lead me to the store.

"Don't be stupid. I'm not a vampire hater. And if you were going to kill me you would have when I started puking blood. I saw your pupils dilate."

She stopped right in front of the convenience store doors, and turned to face me completely. Still holding my hand, "Listen, the thing is you saved me. Twice, I might add. People generally avoid me, and I avoid them. But fate's kinda smooshed us together. So, why pretend to be strangers anymore. Let's be friends!" She summed up, somehow making it seem as if she were explaining simple logic.

But she was not logical. Because there was something truly awful inside of me that wanted nothing more than to drain her dry. The smell of her blood still echoed in the back of my mind and made my stomach turn in hunger.

And yet she looked up at me, as if we really were friends. I had already vowed to get to the bottom of her mystery for my own curiosity. But now I wanted to help her... to prove I am worthy of being her friend.

I could only nod at her statement. She smiled again and in we went. It was a small corner shop- a bodega really. I located the water bottle section of the freezers and lead her over. There was an older man behind the counter, talking in the phone in swift Arabic. There was another patron on the opposite side of the store, whistling a cheerful melody. It had become second nature to analyze all present and find all exists when entering a room. My immediate attentiveness to any given situation has been what has allowed me to survive these two thousand years.

I let go of Nava's hand to open the freezer door.

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The music that was playing in the store stopped.

"What's going on...?" I asked turning toward Godric, only to find him frozen. His arm was still out stretched into the cooler reaching for my water bottle, but he was completely still. I turned to see the cashier was frozen too! His mouth was open- mid sentence speaking to who ever was on the phone.

A quick glance out the window of the store, I saw that all the cars were frozen as well. Time had stopped for everything, besides me.

And the whistling.

The other guy in the store wasn't frozen either. His cheerful whistling took a sharp turn for the creepy since it was the only sound filling the staleness of the store besides my breathing, which was getting a bit frantic.

I could only see the top of his head over the isles that separated us, as he opened a freezer door at the other end of the store. He grabbed something started making his way toward me and my frozen fanged friend.

"You know, I'm always surprised at just how many different flavors of cocoa cola there are!"

His voice was deep, so drastically different, from Godric's soft pitch. The stranger had a playful tone- like we were old buddies. Once he came into view I saw that he had dark hair- pitch black and stunning almond shaped eyes. His skin was flawless and he was probably a couple inches taller than Godric. But he was much thinner. He had a waifish body type that lead me to thinking he'd make an amazing contestant on America's Next Top Model. He snapped open his can of soda.

"Who are you? And how'd you do this..." I looking around at everything, "frozen stuff?"

He took a swig of his diet vanilla coke, a cheerful smile in place.

"Me?" he asked, stretching the word as well as a creepy as fucks smile that revealed his teeth- each one sharpened to a point. "Well... I suppose you could call me, Salvation." He put his unoccupied hand out and a sword appeared in it.

"Oh, you are kidding me, Jesus fucking Christ!" I muttered taking a step back. I glanced at Godric and saw he was still frozen. I looked back over at 'Salvation' his smiled had dropped away.

"Sin, the likes of you, have no right speaking the blessed son's name," he hissed out, all pretense of friendliness gone. He let go of his can and it floated in mid air from where his fingers left it. He put both is hands on the hilt of his sword and took a stance, like shit- it looked like the I'm-getting-ready-to-fuck-a-bitch-up stance.

I reached for Godric's hand and clutched it tightly.

"In the name of our Father, who art in Heaven- I will smite thee," he took a slow step toward me from his end of the store.

So this was it. I make my first friend ever and then I die from some freaky freak with a sword.

I closed my eyes and clutched Godric even tighter.

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I named the OC! I literally just scrolled threw Hebrew names and it means 'lovely' lol. The Antichrist is lovely. I know Godric is ooc in this chapter. but I had a bit of writers block so I just said screw it and pushed through. I TOTALLY HAD HER DRINK HOLY WATER. I made up that water bottle company. I had to get them in the store where I already had the idea for the Salvation character, I think it was adorable. (in my mind, the body of water was blessed a long time ago, so while now it's a water reservoir- it's still technically holy water.)

I literally can't believe how many reviews I'm getting on this story. I really wish I knew where I was going. I only have about the next chapter planned out then we'll see. I might barrow from canon after they deal with the angels and monsters after Nava.

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