A/N: This is my first Godric fic. I will just state that I think Godric was an awesome character and I was sad beyond words when he met his end on the show. He was so interesting and there was so much that could have been done with his story. I hope that I do his character justice in this story. We meet my OC Shay in this first chapter and I think that she is very interesting and I love her bravery.
Shay held her oversized purse tightly. Her life was in that purse, she thought with a smile. Her high heels click-clacked on the pavement as she made her way to her car. It was an almost new convertible. It had been a little reward for her 29th birthday. Let's face it, she thought, it's not like your personal life is anything to brag about. You are fast approaching the big 3-0 without any prospects for a long-term relationship, she continued. A fact that her mother was only too happy to remind her of every time that they spoke with each other on the phone. Was that the only measure of a woman's worth? Whether or not she had a man in her life? Now, don't get me wrong, she told herself, I like men just fine. Shay smirked, well, maybe a little more than fine. But, things just don't seem to work out. She just hadn't found the right one and she wasn't willing to settle for second-best. Life was too short to always wonder if there was something better out there for you. So, she invested her time into her work. At least, that was paying off for her. She was rising rapidly and her talent had been recognized by her department head who had taken her under his wing and mentored her. At first, she had been wary of the attention. Shay recognized that she was attractive and she was afraid that it was these looks that had captured his interest. But, the man was older and happily married. He even made a point of having her get to know his wife on a personal basis. She was a frequent guest at their house for dinner. He was one of the good ones, she thought. That wife was a lucky woman.
Shay noticed how dark it was in the parking lot. She glanced up into the sky and saw that the night was moonless. She noticed that several parking lot lights seemed to be burned out which further increased the darkness and made it hard for her to see. She would give a call to security when she got to her car and let them know. As she walked passed one, her heels crunched on broken glass. She paused a moment and tried to look up to see if the bulb had been shattered. It was then that she heard a noise in the woods next to the parking lot. It was loud snap like a branch being broken. The complex bordered an undeveloped area. Chain link fences that were topped with barbed wire separated the two areas. Shay scanned the darkness and felt a wave of fear pass over her. But, there wasn't anyone in the parking lot since most of the cars were gone now and there wasn't anywhere to hide. And even if there was something in the woods, the fence should keep it out. She clutched her bag that was draped over her shoulder. She wished that she hadn't felt like such a sissy and had asked one of the security guards to escort her to her car. Shay fished out her keys and held them between her fingers as a weapon and moved again to her car. She walked briskly now and the fast click of her heels seemed to drown out all other sounds.
It was then that a pebble flew over her head and struck the pavement in front of her. She whirled around and tried to see in the dimness. That was when another rock struck one of the remaining lights. As the broken glass tinkled to the ground, the parking lot became further engulfed in shadows. Shay's heart was in her mouth as she realized with certainty that she was being stalked. Her eyes scanned the parking lot as she backed up a few steps. She also realized that whoever it was had planned this out since some of the lights had already been shattered before she entered the parking lot. Where were those security guards when you needed them?
She resisted the urge to call out and try to plead with this person. She would only be fueling his sick need to see her in fear. She was sure that these sick bastards relished the panic that they instilled in their victims. She nonchalantly began to dig into her purse as she continued to walk slowly backwards. When her fingers came into contact with her cell phone, she dropped her purse and whirled around. Kicking off her heels, she ran swiftly for her car as she tried to punch in 911.
It was then that someone or something struck her and knocked her down to the pavement. It had been a painful blow and her knees were skinned and her pantyhose a ruined mess. She lifted her head and looked around, but there still wasn't anyone in view. How did he do that? Her eyes fell on her phone lying about twenty feet from her. She could see it plainly in the shadows because it was still turned on and it's display shinned brightly. She had somehow held onto her keys and she gripped them tightly in her hand. In a burst of movement, Shay scuttled to her feet and lunged for her phone. But before she could reach them, a blow landed on her midsection and knocked her several feet away. Lying on the dirty pavement, Shay instinctively curled into a ball. Her side was on fire where she had been hit. Looking in the direction that the blow had come from she saw a pair of shoes in her vision. She raised her eyes and found that the shoes belonged to a man dressed in black clothing. He had dark hair and eyes, but his exposed skin looked pale in the dim light. He turned and walked over to her phone and picked it up. He turned it off and pocketed it into his jacket. He then turned his gaze back to her and smiled.
Shay bit her lips to keep herself for groaning in pain and rose to her feet. The man calmly watched her.
"You're a fighter," he said.
Shay gripped the keys tightly in her hand and concealed them in the folds of her skirt. She knew that she couldn't outrun him and it was unlikely that she could overpower him, either. But, she wasn't going to lie down and surrender.
"How did you move that fast?" she asked.
"I'll give you a little hint," he said.
As Shay watched, a pair of fangs appeared in his mouth and a snick was heard as they fell into position. Her eyes widened in fear at that. She had never even met a vampire before. Even her dim hopes faded at that moment and she felt a tear course down her cheek.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked.
"Don't take it so personally," he replied. "You just looked like you might be fun….and delicious."
He gave her the smug smile of a creature that knew he was the apex predator. He then began to walk towards her. With every step, Shay fought the urge to turn and run. But, she knew that nothing could save her, now. And she wasn't going to die pleading for her life while this sadistic bastard got his jollies. When the vampire reached for her, Shay struck at him with her keys. Suppressing her own ick factor, she plunged the keys into his eye socket. He had not expected her to fight and she managed to land a deadly blow. Blood gushed from the wound and the vampire cried out in pain. As he sank to his knees, Shay pulled back the keys. With disgust, she noticed that she had also pulled out his eyeball. It was attached to the bloody keys and a long sting of tissue trailed after it. With a cry, Shay dropped the keys and ran. But, before she could get too far away, he caught her from behind and knocked her down. He flipped her over and stared down at her with his one good eye. Shay tried to avoid looking into the ruin that was his face, but he grabbed her throat and forced her to look. As she watched, a new eye miraculously developed in the vacant eye socket. In a matter of moments, two dark and angry vampire eyes stared down at her.
"That was extremely unfriendly," he said.
"Just get it over with," gasped Shay.
"Now, where's the fun in that?" he replied.
Shay expected him to bite her with his fangs, but instead he struck her and everything went dark.
Godric sat at his desk and looked over the latest police report. Sheriff Gentry had sent over the file for him to look at. Sheriff Gentry was not a fan of the fang, but he recognized that there was more to be gained by working with Godric than by making an enemy of him. The two had forged a grudging respect for each other. They were not friends by any means, but they put aside any personal feelings and worked with one another.
Another woman had gone missing, Godric read. She seemed to have vanished into thin air. Just like all the others, thought Godric. And like all the others, she had no ties to the vampire community. She was a quiet and productive member of society whose only brush with the law were several traffic tickets. There wasn't a set pattern with how they were abducted. Some victims had gone to the grocery store and never returned. Their cars were still found in the parking lots. Some victims vanished after meeting friends for dinner or a movie. And this new victim had vanished on the way to her car after work. Godric stood up and made his way out of his nest. He wanted to see this last crime scene for himself.
Godric alighted and stared out over the parking lot. There were several cars here now, but when the crime had taken place this parking lot was almost deserted. Even though the parking lot was well illuminated tonight, he remembered the report that said that several of the bulbs had been purposely shattered. That meant that the victim had not been a totally random choice. Whoever took her had planned the attack. Of course, Godric knew that a vampire or group of vampires were responsible. No one except for vampires could have so easily snatched all these women and disappeared with them leaving no trace of evidence behind. All he needed were rogue vampires out hunting and killing humans, thought Godric. And because all of these targets were respectable citizens who never had any dealings with vampires, their deaths would only inflame public sentiment against all vampires. The religious fanatics who called for their annihilation would have a field day when the story finally broke. The only thing that had kept it so far under wraps was that no bodies had been found and there simply weren't any leads to go on. Sheriff Gentry didn't want to scare away the culprits. But, Godric was incensed because these vampires were blatantly disobeying his orders. He had made it clear that unprovoked violence against humans would not be tolerated.
Godric walked to the spot where the victim's car had been parked. It was no longer there since the police had impounded it to collect evidence. But, both he and Sheriff Gentry were positive that the girl had not been able to make it to her car and there would not be any clues to be found in it. He walked outwards in an every wider circle and scanned the parking lot for evidence. Finally, his sensitive nose detected something. Godric couched down and found the source of the odor. There was no mistaking that scent. The blood was dried by now, but Godric could still determine that it was vampire blood. He felt a twinge of respect for this victim. She had bravely fought back and had managed to wound her vampire attacker. No easy feat for a weak human female. Godric stood up and gazed at the sky. He wondered if anything ever really changes. Will this constant battle between predator and prey be waged forever? Even though he counted himself among the ranks of the predators, he felt himself siding with this brave little lamb. She didn't deserve the fate that awaited her. Godric rose into the darkness of the night sky and returned back to his nest. He wasn't ready to give up on this girl, yet.