A/N: Hii, I recently became an addict to True Blood (thanks to my lovely friend Niknakz93 xD) and I just had to write a Godric/OC as my first True Blood fic ever, because let's face it - who can resist that adorable face of his? ;)

Rated M for bloodiness, True Blood's awesomeness and Godric's pure sexiness ;D

Disclaimer: (Sadly) I do not own True Blood or any of its characters, but I do own those that aren't in the show or books ;)

Enjoy!

xoxo Ascha

Salvaged By Death

Chapter 1:

"God damn it, you little piece of shit!" Zachary hissed angrily, jumping up from the couch to wipe the boiling hot coffee off his pants, but of course without any luck. "Sue, get me my belt now! This bitch needs to learn not to fuck up everything she does!"

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

Zachary screamed after his belt, coffee still dripping from his soaked pants, but the second he touched his beaten up black leather belt I took off and ran upstairs as fast as my legs allowed me.

I knew that running away from him would only make things worse, but the look in his eyes terrified me – especially since I did accidentally burn his… um, family jewels.

I jumped inside my bedroom, slammed the nearly unhinged door and quickly pushed my dresser in front of it to keep him out.

That only infuriated him even more.

"Sara, open that damn door or I swear I will rip you to pieces!" he snarled.

Rip me to pieces? Yikes, that sure didn't sound good… then again, none of the things that came out of his filthy mouth was good. And he called himself a good Christian!

I shook my head lightly and hurried to my bed, reaching in after a hidden object of mine that was hiding under my mattress. It was a somewhat small box one of my cousins had given me a few years ago, so I had something to keep my money safe in and that was exactly what I had.

Inside the box was the money I'd saved up by moaning my neighbors' lawns, babysitting their spoiled kids and of course some of the payment I got from working as a waitress at my uncle's restaurant. I grabbed all the money and quickly counted how much I had, while Zachary was getting more and more agitated outside my door.

I had… 5, 20, 52, 79, 120 $ (!) which would probably do for this week, until I got my hands on some more. It wasn't much and my "parents" were to blame for that (mainly Zachary), who had wasted their own salary on V and alcohol.

Before it was only alcohol, but then the whole thing about vampires suddenly being real appeared and wrecked them even more. I had tried V before – that I couldn't deny – and as much as I liked it, then it also scared me and I was afraid of becoming addicted like Sue.

"This is it! I'm getting my shotgun now!"

I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly stuffed it with some of my clothes, a couple of my personal belongings and hid my money in my bra just to be safe, then hurried to the window and jumped out of it. I walked carefully on the roof towards the big tree in our backyard and as I reached the tree I suddenly heard the sound of a shotgun being fired.

I flinched at the sound, but didn't stop moving and crawled down from the tree, nearly falling down in the process as I did. I ran across the backyard, jumped over the gate and just ran as if my butt was on fire – away from the life I'd grown up to hate and the two people who didn't deserve to be called my parents even though they were my parents by blood.

I eventually slowed down and decided to take a bus out of Odessa where I'd lived for nearly 17 years now. In only two weeks I would turn 17 and the thought of staying with them for another year was simply… too much.

I had tried running away from home before, but last time Zachary hunted me down just before I reached Dallas and dragged me all the way back home.

If there was something he didn't like then it was to lose a fight.

But I'd learned from my mistake and knew now that it was ironically safer for me to go by foot than to go by bus all the time, so once I was out of Odessa I would continue by foot.

It was late outside and I knew that I had to be careful now that vampires apparently existed, because you never knew if they were going to attack or not.

I didn't hate vampires like most of the people in my community did, but I didn't love them either. I felt like they were just humans, who had to drink blood to survive and who couldn't stay outside during the day, but maybe that was also because I'd never actually met any vampires face-to-face.

So when I reached the outskirts of Big Spring and got off the bus I took an extra look around, holding my silver cross firmly in my hand to calm me down.

It belonged to my grandmother, who passed away when I was five and it had always given me a sense of calmness whenever I was scared or confused about something – mostly someone.

Sometimes I wasn't sure if I even believed that God existed after everything I'd been through, but it didn't matter if he did or not as long as I had something to find peace in.

With the cross close to my chest I took a deep breath and began walking in a steady pace, but kept my eyes and ears open for anything dangerous. I walked along the road and every now and then I would look over my shoulder just to make sure that I wasn't being followed.

The third time I looked over my shoulder and saw nothing I suddenly felt myself walking into someone firm and big, and gulped before looking up at a pale young man with raven black hair and hungry grey wolf-like eyes, who stood before me.

"Hello, sweetheart…" he said in a sing-song voice. I instinctively took a step back and gulped again, feeling the beat of my heart becoming faster. "Don't ya know it's dangerous to be walkin' around here alone?"

"I do," I said, trying not to sound scared. It would really, really suck if I died only about half an hour after I successfully ran away from home. "I'm sorry I walked into you, but I really have to go."

"Oh, but I'm just gettin' to know ya, sweetie… and I'm awfully hungry tonight."

Oh, damn it! Of all the bad things that could happen tonight I just had to run into a vampire and then a bad one, who wanted to suck me dry from blood.

"You really sure you wanna do that? I don't taste that good, really."

I tried smiling, but he suddenly flashed his fangs, making me instinctively smack him one with my bag and run as fast as I could away from him. I didn't dare looking back as I ran and just blasted away, until my lungs forced me to stop.

By the time I stopped I had luckily seemed to have lost him, but then he suddenly appeared before me again, looking hungrier than ever.

I screamed and he tried grabbing me by my neck, but my silver cross burned him, giving me an extra chance to run.

This time I ran towards the nearest convenient store and used every bit of strength inside me to get away even though I knew that it probably would be easy for him to stop me if he wanted. He was vampire for Christ's sake and a very buff one.

However, as I was running away from the crazy vamp I forgot to look for cars on the roads I crossed and one of the cars just kept on driving towards me, smashing into me so hard that when I finally hit the hard asphalt I was unconscious.

I couldn't tell light from dark or feel any of my limbs, but I knew that I was still alive, because I could hear the faint sound of a fight that was going on somewhere nearby. It definitely sounded like a fight, but between whom and why I didn't know.

All I knew was that I had to wake up and get the hell away, so I tried forcing myself awake, only to be struck by a sudden pain that went right to my bones. I could feel that something was broken and it wasn't just one thing, so I stayed still so I wouldn't feel any more pain.

"Can you hear me?" an unfamiliar, but soft voice said.

I opened my eyes and saw the boots of someone, but I couldn't move my gaze higher as it hurt too much in my neck.

"I am going to give you my blood. It will heal you, okay?"

I tried to nod and winced at the pain, but even though I had no clue of what was going on, then I really didn't want to die, so I left him give me his blood and drank it greedily. It tasted just like the V I once tried, making me realizing that this was a vampire, but it tasted older and richer.

Still, it seemed to heal my body faster the more I drank and when most of the pain had disappeared I let go of his wrist. He kneeled beside me and carefully helped me sit up. My vision was blurry at first and I soon became light-headed as well as he suddenly picked me up as easy as nothing and carried me to a black car with tinted windows about 20 feet away from where I landed.

The young man placed me in the backseat and got in as well, then ordered the driver to continue driving. I took a good look at him and noticed that he had blood on his shirt that seemed to be mine since the wound on his wrist had already healed up.

I moved my gaze up to his handsome face and the look in his blue eyes was as soft as his voice. He had short dark hair and was very pale as well, but unlike the other vampire I could tell that he was not in the mood to drain my blood and although I knew that he was probably much older than he looked, then it calmed me that he looked about my age, perhaps a year or so older.

"Hi…" I said hoarsely and smiled weakly.

My body was sore and the taste of blood still lingered in my mouth, leaving me in a delirious state like V always did to humans.

"Hello," he said kindly, smiling back. "How do you feel?"

I sat up properly and winced at the pain that was still in my back and head. "I could be better, but thank you so much for helping me… I thought that vampire would kill me."

I looked around for my bag and sighed in relief when I found it in the front seat next to the driver. I noticed that the driver wasn't a vampire, because he was wearing silver and his complexion wasn't nearly as pale as my savior's skin.

"I'm Sara. Sara Marie Harnett."

"I'm... well, you can just call me Godric. Miss Harnett, may I ask what you are doing out here alone?"

I shrugged and sighed. "Running away… again. You won't contact my parents, will you? Zachary will kill me. He's already furious enough as it is and I know that if he finds me again, then–"

"Calm down, Sara. I will not contact your parents if you do not wish it."

I sighed in relief and hugged him to thank him, but then I realized what I was doing and stopped before I gave him a reason to drink my blood.

"Sorry. I just really don't want to go back. He's… really mean. I swear, if the alcohol or V don't kill him, then I'm sure some pissed off vampire will end up killing him… or maybe Sue will kill him, so she can get all the V to herself."

"Your parents drink V?" The way he said it made me fear that he was going to kill me, because I knew how vampires hated that humans drank their blood to get high.

"They… do, but they don't know what they're doing and I don't take it, so please don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you. If I wanted you dead I wouldn't have given you my blood. But what your parents do is none of my concern as I am not the Sheriff of this area."

I raised an eyebrow. "Sherriff?"

Godric nodded and didn't say anything else to that and I didn't ask. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my dark hair that went to just above my breasts. It was caked in my own blood and tangled, so I tried untangling it without any success.

"For the love of…" I groaned and gave up.

"What time is it?" Godric asked curiously.

I looked at my watch that luckily hadn't broken during the run-in I had with the car, but it had attained itself a scratch.

"11:56," I answered and felt oddly sleepy. Perhaps it was because of my blood loss or the fact that I had been chased by the same vampire twice. "Why do you ask?"

Godric said something to his driver in what I could now tell was fluent Russian and the man nodded understandingly, and then began driving faster.

"Do you have someone I can drop you off at? Any family, friends or…?"

I shook my head, making him raise an eyebrow. "None at all?"

I shook my head again. "But it doesn't matter where you drop me off, really. Just get me as far as you can away from Odessa. I can take care of myself from there."

Godric looked at me with a sad look in his eyes and sighed weakly. "Then let me take you to Dallas. I am staying at Hotel Carmilla and there you can take a bath and get some rest."

I gulped. "Hotel Carmilla? But isn't that filled with bloodthirsty vampires?"

He smiled when he realized why I was skeptic about going with him. "It is, yes, but I will make sure that they do not hurt you. And if you get in danger I will sense it. My blood is in your system now, and even if you come across someone harmful then just say that you are mine."

I giggled. "Yours? Your what? Pet?"

He chuckled. "Sort of, yes, but a vampire never takes a human that… don't be offended, but who 'belongs' to another vampire."

"It's ok. And thank you again for being so nice to me. I promise I will pay you back some day."

Godric smiled brighter. "You can pay me back by telling me who is supplying your parents with V and then the Sherriff of the area you live in will take it from there."

Zachary wasn't going to like that, but to hell with him! I was just happy to be free now and alive.

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