Care (Godric)

Stupid

I'm so stupid.

But hey, aren't we all?

I'm in a shitty ass basement.

I was taking out recycling for my grandmother when I was taken.

If I didn't know any better, I'd say I was in Trueblood.

My favorite T.V. show.

The dude that took me even looked like Eric Northman.

Oof, probably too much Hawaiian punch.

Maybe grandma was right about that.

Then two guys came in and pulled me into an alleyway.

You'd probably be thinking: How and why am I not screaming or struggling?

Simple my little children.

I have read many fanfictions. And I have learned.

Struggling only makes the situation worse.

Plus if I'm correct we're dealing with some trueblood shit.

So 1000 year old vampire vs a teen that is out of shape and wants to nap.

Who wins here?

I thought so.

I'm plopped onto the ground next to some other vampire.

I see a truck with a dude on it.

Yup, this is some trueblood shit.

And I'm being made into a vampire.

Eh, I always hated sunlight any way.

And people.

"Godric, you are to turn this human. As punishment for your crimes." The old man in a fake ass throne said.

Please. He acts like he's the king.

Wait...... Godric?

I look up from where I was kneeling and I saw Godric!!

THE Godric!!!

Eric Northman's fucking maker!!!

Didn't he die?

Ok, this just became fucking awesome.

What? Don't fucking judge me!

.................................

Ok, I'm over it now.

Godric was saying I'm just a child and too young for this.

Oh.

How old am I?

14.

Yes, I watched trueblood at that age.

Technically I started watching it when I was 13.

So what?

If you think kids are innocent, you are so fucking wrong.

Ever watch a horror movie?

'I see dead people' should ring a couple of bells.

In the end, he sucked me dry.

I don't remember what happened exactly after I was buried with Godric.

When I woke up, there was one thing on my mind.

My sister.

Not that I was a vampire, not that I would never see the sun, not that my favorite trueblood characters are real.

Just her.

Godric hadn't come out of the ground yet.

I had sometime.

I knew it would get me in trouble, but I had to let her know.

That I wouldn't see her for a long time.

I used my new found speed to go to her.

So she would know that if I never came home...........

I never abandoned her.

She already has so many things going wrong in her life.

I don't want to be another statistic.

I go to the front door.

My sister answered it.

She hugged me.

"Where have you been!?" She cried, still hugging me. "I was worried sick!"

"Sis, I love you. I wanted to tell you. I can't come home. I'm a vampire now. Godric from trueblood is real. So are the rest of them. I'm too dangerous. I don't know if I'll see you again. I wanted you to know that everything will be okay." Blood was coming from my eyes.

We said our final goodbyes.

Turning around I saw Godric.

Fuck.

He grabbed my arm and took me to his house.

It looked exactly how it did in the show before the suicide bombing.

"You shouldn't have done that. You could have been killed." He spat. "This is your first night so I'll let it slide. But don't do it again."

He brought out a human.

She was about 19 with red hair. She was curvy. Her eyes were blue and wore a green dress.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt hot.

She looked so beautiful.

"Hi." She winked.

Ok, that's just wrong.

Does she know I'm 14? Or is she a pedo?

She moved her long hair aside.

Those blood vessels. The veins.

"Drinking from humans is something I don't encourage." Godric said. "But should the occasion arise, you need to learn control yourself. After that we'll try trueblood."

I was vaguely listening.

I was fighting myself.

I was human 1 day ago, it felt wrong to drink her.

But at the same time my new senses were focused on every part of her circulatory system.

'I-I can't.' Is what I wanted to say.

But I didn't care.

So I drank.

Godric P.O.V
"So what is your name?" I asked after telling the child to retract their fangs from the human.

"Why should I tell you my name?" The child asked. "Haven't you heard the phrase 'a name has value'? No offense, but I'm still wondering if I should trust you or not. Just because you're my maker, doesn't mean I'm your puppy dog."

"Ok. Well, how about we get to know each other? I'm Godric. I'm 2000 years old. I'm from Gaul. I was 15 when I was turned." I say, hoping for the child to open up about themself.

"I'm 14. I came from my mother's pussy. I was turned today/yesterday." The child sighed in annoyance. "I hate people."

Ok, it's a start.

"What makes you hate people?" I ask, sitting down next to them

"You'd think they'll be there for you. That they'd never betray you. But no. The closest thing I've ever had to a bestfriend is my sister and books.  And even that position has become questionable."