Author's Notes: This is an adopted fanfiction from Demon Flame. I will be reposting the entire chapters that have been already been posted. To the reposted chapters I will add a few paragraphs here and there but most it will read the same way. However, this first chapter is all me and inspired by the chapters written by Demon Flame. Lastly, I am looking for a Beta. So if you are interested please PM me.

I will be focusing only on the first two seasons of true blood, because I believe after that it gets a bit hinky, and a bit confusing to keep up with. So a lot of the backstory and mythology will be coming from the first three seasons.

I have also included quotes from the show or other vampire media that I will integrate into the story. Hope you review, follow and favorite.

Warning: ***Violence/Blood***

Summary: Formally, I Died in Dallas. While in Dallas, Sookie dies and rises as a vampire with Godric as her Marker. Little did they know it would only be the beginning. Adopted from Demon Flame. Based on the first three seasons ONLY.

She Died in Dallas by RN2017

Beta'ed by HartofBooks

Disclaimer: I don't own True blood, sadly.

Chapter One: She Died in Dallas

Sookie: I'm scared.

Eric: Death is scary. I've been avoiding it for a thousand years.

- Sookie to Eric (True Blood Season 7, Episode 9)

He was flying overhead when he heard it. Normally, on a clear night like this, he would fly from place to place within the borderlines of the forest that surrounded his home. It was a freeing feeling to fly, in the past it used to bring him joy. But now the darkness seems to consume the simplest joy of flying, away from him. It was the sounds of labored breathing, and bleeding skin, sounds of unbearable pain, bone breaking and metal meeting flesh that made him stop.

He would have kept going if it was not for the scent of something sweet in the air. It was a scent that he had not smelled over two thousand years. He was turned at the end of a very long and brutal war, but he would remember that smell for as long as he would be alive.

The two women who stood were dressed in hand-me-downs raggedy plaid shirts. They both stood over the woman on the ground in an almost abandoned parking lot, outside the poorly populated bar. From where he was standing he could make out the natural blonde color covered in freshly spilled blood. Despite blood and new formed bruises that painted her skin he sees a dim glow fading.

"Take that you fucking cunt." The woman on the right was large and annoying, louder than the woman across from her. She carried a chain in her hand, spattered with flecks and lines of iron rich blood. She followed with a quick kick to the ribs. "We almost had that fanger. He was perfect. We had a perfect place to put him in the basement. His blood would've made us money for a long time."

The woman across from her shuddered at the sound of another bone cracking under the other woman's kick. "I think that is enough," said the other in a timid voice. The younger of the two looked down at the barely moving woman at her feet. "I really think we should go."

She pulled on her arm digging her nails into her skin nervously. "Mags, we should go," she warned. The smaller one had been a bit twitchy since the beginning of the confrontation.

"No, the bitch hasn't learned her lesson. You'll get me the stick I had over there," she yelled, motioning towards the unseen vampire in the woods. "Make sure it's a big one."

Now, since he moved closer, he was certain this was the same scent he had smelled all of those years ago, they were not all gone. The vampire stepped closer to the three women, the scent of the fallen pulling him in closer. It took less than a moment to make his decision. So, he took off in flight becoming lighter than air.

He flew around the area, first finding exits in order to block them off. The first one he took was the loud noisy one, who stood over the incapacitated woman. Her chain flew out of her hand and landed right next to the woman on the ground. He picked her up by her neck and threw her across the parking lot.

A moment away from dying, he heard the woman rasp out, "Don't kill them." "Please," she whispered.

She showed compassion for those that had wronged her. He wished that if she survived the night that he would like to become her companion, if she allowed it.

He released the woman regrettably. Focused on her eyes, pulling her into his mind. "Stand here, don't move." Glamouring his victim. The large woman froze on her spot on the ground.

The smaller woman turned around with the stick she had retrieved, "Mags?" She called out into the darkness. "Mags, I got ya stick for yeah."

He circled around the parking lot once again. In a flash he stood behind her, twisted her around to face him. Focusing on the smaller woman's eyes, he pulled her into his mind. "Stand here, don't move." Glamouring his other victim. The smaller woman froze on the spot she was standing, staring into the vacant space in front of her.

She saw a blur before she saw him. From her position on the ground she saw the smaller of the two women walk away from her. She was in mind-numbing pain, more pain than she had experienced in her entire life, the adrenaline had worn off by the end of the first few minutes' of the beating. She felt him as he moved through the night. Whatever he was, he was fast and deadly. She heard the larger woman's muffled scream as he took her.

"Don't kill them," she pleaded. "Pleases" she said in a fading whisper. Despite what they had done, she was to blame. If only she had stayed at the hotel with Sam then she wouldn't be in this mess.

She heard her savior command the woman in his grasp. "Stand here, don't move," she heard him say. A moment passed before she felt the wind move again and she heard him repeat the command. She felt him move once again and then suddenly he was above her. Her first impression was that he was young, too young.

"How do you feel?" He asked softly in slightly accented English. His voice was like rain as it hit a glass window in the middle of summer, rough but gentle, chaotic but controlled. She could listen to it all day long. She could fall asleep to it.

She tried to catch her breath, but the more she tried to catch it the more it seemed to get away from her. "I can't feel my legs. Her head felt like it's filled with water and is ready to explode." He smiled sadly at her.

As he touched her forehead, she felt his fingertip brush the laceration near her hairline. He took his fingertip into his mouth and licked the blood clean off. She could hear and feel him moan at the taste. She knew then he wasn't human. "What are you?" she asked. She could feel him looking her over for injuries.

He smiled down at her, "I am a vampire. A very old vampire." He answered. "I was nearby when I heard what was going on."

She took a moment process this. Vampires had been out of the coffin for the last two years but this was the first time she had ever met a vampire. She was saddened by the fact that it might be her first and last time.

She found it was easier to breathe without a woman beating it down with the chain. "How old?" he asked before her brain could stop her.

"I was turned over two thousand years ago." He replied.

"That's an awful long time to live." He looked similar to her age. She couldn't imagine living for two thousand years, she could barely imagine living fifty. Although, in her current situation she wasn't going to last the next five minutes.

"Yes, it is." He smiled down at her.

"What is death like?" she asked. It was at this time that she realized she was dying and the vampire above her knew it too.

"I do not know what death is like. But I do know what it's like to be buried, it's cold, it's wet and it's silent. Sometimes it can be comforting, and sometimes it can be maddening." He replied.

"I'm scared." She admitted to the vampire in a whisper. She was terrified of what future might lie before her.

"Death is scary." He agreed, "I've been avoiding it for over two thousand years." He brushed the piece of her hair away from her bloodshot eye.

"You are dying." He stated. "But I can offer you a choice to live as I do, or die." She looked up to his face. He looked young if she had known that he was a vampire she would have guessed that he was seventeen, sixteen at the youngest.

She paused. Did she want to live as a vampire for the rest of her existence? She had been content with her life in Bon Temps. This was her first time outside of her small middle-of-nowhere town. Her first adventure into the big bad world with your boss and her best friend Sam. Did she really want to leave it all behind? She was dying for sticking her nose into someone else's business.

"You need to make a decision quickly, young one. You will not last long." He reminded her of her impending death.

"Okay." she said with a slight nod and watery eyes. She accepted the vampires offer. It looked like she was going to become a vampire.

He released his fangs and sensed a spike of fear from the young woman.

She felt his fangs cut through her skin. He took several mouthfuls, draining her of the last of her blood, before releasing her. He punctured his wrist with his fangs and lowered down his bleeding wrist to her mouth.

"Drink." he ordered. The woman he held drank from his wrist.

"I will be here when you wake up." he reassured her in her last few human moments.

"I…am... S-S-Sookie-e." she breathes, as he watches her slowly weaken with every breath.

He smiled slightly at the dying woman in his arms at her attempt at an introduction, "They call me, Godric."

Author's Notes: Also just in case you are wondering Sookie closer to Godric in physical age, so she would be about 19. And as I mentioned in the story vampires have been out of the coffin for 2 years already.

To Be Continued…