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Pairing: Godric/OFC

Summary: She wonders idly if he knows that she's here to save him from himself. AU, kind of.

Author's note: So this is AU. Wherein Godric doesn't die and he is still Sherriff of his district. This will mainly be set in Dallas with sometimes flashing to Shrevport and Bon Temps. I'm doing this as I go along so I really hope you all like it and reviews are greatly appreciated! Thank-you very much!!!

The trick is to keep breathing

Prologue

And just in time

In the right place

Steadily emerging with grace

Eyes on fire- Blue Foundation

Compared to the hundreds of thousands of other women he has seen, she isn't that exquisite. She's rather plain. She's too short. Her hair is a crimson red (the color of blood he notices) and her skin is alabaster.

She goes unnoticed by the others but he finds himself being drawn to her and the way she glances around the bar, as if not believing she's there, in the bar. Her fingers trace along the surfaces that she passes by and her eyes will sometimes close. Her body will become rigid and stiff and then the moment is gone. Her eyes will open and she goes back to exploring.

He has never seen someone (let alone a human) so curious about his kind. She always looks. Always observes but never intrudes.

And as he sits on the throne-like chair next to his child, he can't help but look at her.

It's when she tilts her head to the side, and the motion causes a strap of her shirt to fall down, that he sees it. A tattoo with such intricate designs, he knows that she can only be one thing.

He leans into Eric and quietly says to him, "Do you realize that you have a witch in your bar?"

She has grey eyes. This is the first thing he notices when Eric summons her to his office.

It is just the three of them in his office and she crosses her legs as she takes a seat. She doesn't say anything.

"What are you doing in my bar?" Eric asks her. He is forceful in his questioning.

She nibbles on her bottom and she crosses her hands on her lap. "Are you angry that I'm in your bar or are you angry that I'm a witch in your bar?"

Eric stares at her blankly. "I'm sure you know that your kind and mine do not have a healthy-let alone friendly-relationship."

"Like with humans? Your kind does not like mine. Mine does not like yours. The wolves hate us both. Other supernatural beings either hate us both, use us both, or feel nothing for us both. And yet, the one thing we do have in common is that we seek comfort in humans who ultimately also reject and hate us because history has told them to fear us."

Eric frowns. "I didn't ask for a history lesson. I asked what you're doing in my bar. And while you explain that, tell us your name."

"You must pardon me," she started slowly. "My name is Lilith. I didn't come here to disturb you, it's just that I needed to see…something."

Godric looks on curiously as he watches the girl fidget.

Eric stares down at her. "Explain."

The oddest thing happens then. Her pale alabaster skin starts to heat up. Her cheeks burn red. Godric knows that she is blushing but blushing at what, he is oblivious.

"I suppose I should say someone instead of something." She turns her head to look at Godric. "It's you. I'm here to…save you."

Eric's nostrils flare and in a moment he is standing in front of her, hand wrapped around her throat. She doesn't struggle. "He's safe." Eric snarls. "What do you know?" She doesn't say anything. Eric squeezes tighter and still she says nothing.

"Enough." Godric commands. "That is enough."

Eric hesitantly lets go, eyes never leaving her.

"Who sent you?" Godric asks her.

She shakes her head. "No one. I came on my own. I've been on my own for some time. You've been occurring to me quite often." She sighs. "You see, every witch obviously has powers and one of mine are premonitions."

"Are you a seer then?"

"Something like that." She looks around and shrugs. "I'm sorry to disturb you. I suppose I should leave. Have a nice night." And as she begins to leave she looks at Godric one last time and smiles.

She doesn't walk out the door. Instead she disappears into thin air.

"I don't like it." Eric tells him. "I don't like her."

Godric stares at him. "You've never been fond of witches, have you?"

"I have my reasons. They are justified."

"Of course. She seems harmless. Young. And harmless. A nice combination, I suppose."

Eric shuts his eyes and the opens them after a few moments. "She's a witch. No witch is to be trusted."

Godric nods. "I believe that she has power that surpasses her age. She can be a good ally."

There is silence. "What is she saving you from?"

Godric shakes his head but doesn't look at Eric when he tells him, "I do not know."

Sleep does not come easily to Lilith. Too much thinking. Too much seeing. Too much of everything is starting to make her head hurt.

She sleeps in the woods. She sleeps where she's at one with nature. She's created a fire that burns brightly and hotly. And she is fully aware of the protective shield that she has created. She lays on the grass and traces patterns.

Every time she closes her eyes she him. Her. Them.

Legs wrapped around his waist. Eyes boring into hers. Hands clasped tightly. Sweat leaving a trail as it creeps down her body.

Her eyes fly open.

She's not getting any sleep tonight. She knows this.

So, instead she thinks. About him of course. Godric. She thinks of how she's supposed to save him.

And she wonders idly if he knows that she's supposed to save him from himself.

So, what did you all think? It's rough around the edges I know and hopefully it will actually be good so I hope that you guys liked it. Thanks so much and reviews are very much appreciated! Thanks a lot!

Yours truly,

Books.

P.S. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone and I apologize if this story offends people.